A middle-aged man, he has a sexy mustache, his face is not smooth at all, it seems to be covered with thick calluses, he has a scar on the left side of his face, and two on the right side of his face.

A raised nose and piercing eyes will make that person feel uneasy no matter who they look at.

He had a strip of red cloth wrapped around his head and his hair tied behind his back.

He didn't see any expression, he stood there as if you could never imagine him smiling.

He has lived for more than 20 years with such an expression......

He was still far away from the leather-clad woman, but in an instant, he was in front of her again.

He was quick, but not breathless.

He held a sword in his hand, a sword that looked heavy, and the sword was not out of his body, but it made the leather-clad woman feel extremely frightened.

"Wen Heng, are you here?" asked the leather-clad woman as she tried her best to suppress the fear in her heart.

Duan Wenheng didn't speak, stared at her eyes for a long time, he really wanted to kill her with a sword. Although, there is no deep hatred between them, and there was even a trace of love.

But now he has changed, and he wants to kill anyone he sees.

If heaven and earth could become a man and stand in front of him, then he would not hesitate to rush up and kill him...... If he has that strength......

Duan Wenheng pondered for a long time before he said: "'Plum Blossom Silver Hook' Jiao Qianqian, the seventeenth-ranked killer under the East Island Evil Emperor. "His voice was rough and sharp.

"No, I'm the thirteenth ...... now"

"Looks like you've improved a lot. What are you doing here?"

"I ...... I'm here to ask you to go back. Also, I didn't improve, I regressed a lot. The reason why the rankings look high is because the 'Twelve' has disappeared from the rankings. ”

"Gone, you won't ask me to go back to let me die, right?"

"No, no, the Holy Emperor has promised me that I will not care about your past anymore. Also, they haven't disappeared, they're just not in the rankings. ”

"Holy Emperor, don't bother with me? He slept with my woman, and he still has to deal with me? Hmph! I don't want to kill you, but you go back and tell Zhang Jingsheng that even if he sends the 'Twelve Colors of the Rivers and Lakes', he is not my opponent. ”

"Wen Heng, go back with me!' If the 'Twelve Colors' really come, no one will be their opponent. Your Central Plains martial arts, now there is a shortage of talents, not to mention the twelve of them, now they are a different body, they go in and out of the same way, attack and defend as one, I am afraid that even the Holy Emperor and his old man are not opponents. ”

Duan Wenheng snorted and said, "Zhang Jingsheng, he was originally a waste, and I have long been dead to him." ”

Jiao Qianqian seems to be about to cry, a man who can make the killer feel heartbroken, he must be a man to be cherished. But at this moment, his heart seemed to be dead.

"What about him?" Duan Wen asked, looking in the direction where Dugu Yan had gone.

Jiao Qianqian naturally didn't know who he was asking, so she asked, "Who are you asking?"

Duan Wenheng said: "Here just now, there was always a man smiling. ”

Jiao Qianqian frowned and said, "Since you can feel him, why do you have to ask me?"

Duan Wenheng didn't speak, he walked quickly in the direction where Dugu Yan was going. Along the way, he knocked over several wagons, broke several large trees, and knocked down several walls...... Whatever he encounters, he will crash into it.

He would neither avoid nor stop, he would chase him with such a fierce look.

He longs to fight, and only fighting can vent the anger in his heart. And no one but them could withstand his wrath.

He stopped suddenly, not because he was tired, but because Dugu Yan's breath disappeared. He couldn't track his location, he couldn't feel his presence, he was like evaporated.

He knew that Dugu Yan was avoiding him at the moment. He also guessed that Dugu Yan at this moment should have more important things to do, or that his current state was extremely poor, so he couldn't bear his anger.

They are very wise people, and wise people do not put themselves in a desperate situation.

Duan Wen leaned sideways under a big tree, reminiscing about the past.

- A long time ago, he was still very young, he had a girl worthy of his love, a dream that belonged to him, and a hope that belonged to him...... At that time, he was a young man who was both motivated and down-to-earth.

But later, everything changed, her beloved girl was ravaged by others, and what was even more tragic was that she was willingly ravaged by other men, she was so confused......

His world collapsed, and his values were distorted.

Everyone has a past, but he'd rather not have it.

He pulled out his sword abruptly, it was a very special sword, with two rows of sharp teeth on the blade, like the teeth of a shark.

At the moment when the sword aura was swirling, a black pine the thickness of a basin fell. But he didn't think it was enjoyable enough......

He likes to fight Su Chaotian the most, because his knife is very strong and hard, just enough to vent his anger. But sometimes, he also likes to work with Dugu Yan. Because Dugu Yan's swordsmanship is very special, he never defends, but he can always make his opponents feel hurried.

Every time he fights with him, he can make Duan Wenheng have a new understanding of life.

In the distance, there was a convoy with a coffin on the carriage, which looked like a mourning procession, but it wasn't, because the person was wrong.

Even if he is poor, he should be more or less a relative, and there will be some female relatives in the funeral procession, and even if there is none, he should be a little old or a child. But they are all young men in their twenties, although they are all filial piety, they are all dressed neatly.

Duan Wenheng's eyes were very sharp, and he could see the doorway at a glance. That's a dart walker, and the person he looks down on the most dart walker is making a fool of himself. Therefore, he took his sword and stood resolutely in front of the dart cart, he looked like a dart robber, but he was not interested in darts, he only wanted to kill.

The convoy slowly stopped, and the leader was a man in his twenties and five short statures, and the man asked, "Those who are blocking the road ahead, get out of the way, my old man ......."

His voice stopped suddenly, and he was only halfway through his lie.

Duan Wenheng's sword is too spicy, and few people use it like him. He did not stab or slash, but slapped the man's head with the blade of his sword, and smashed the man's head alive, crumbling like garlic......

The whole team was terrified, they had never seen such a vicious person. Some of them pulled out Changge from the trunk, and some of them popped out soft swords from their waists, making a look of death.

But soon, their legs went limp.

Duan Wenheng didn't give them the slightest respite, his sword was fierce and domineering, he leaned forward, and cut off the two men, the wriggling intestines flowed out of the body, and the beheaded person fell to the ground, twitching unwillingly, struggling......

Any ordinary person who sees this scene will feel panicked.

They'd met a lot of robbers before, but they'd never seen anything so fierce. Some of them have killed, but never in such a bloody way.

Often the time when a person is most afraid of death is when his time of death has come.

There are twenty or thirty people in this team, and Duan Wenheng has not let go of any of them, and all of them are cut off.

Leaving a pile of "muddy" corpses on the ground, he was too terrifying.

Duan Wen pried open the coffin, and there was indeed no body in it, and there was no gold or silver treasure. There was a letter in it, and he opened it, and there was a map inside, which looked like a military defense map, and he didn't look at it or think about it, but he knew who it was for.