The martial arts conference has been going on for three days, during which all kinds of heroes are constantly fighting, you come and go, and it is difficult to distinguish between you and me, regardless of you and me, and finally a few top people have appeared, ready for the final competition.

In the city of broken leaves, on the silent and uninhabited streets, a man in white walked with a sword in his hand.

This person is dressed in white, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a handsome face, there is no expression on his face, and the whole person is like a piece of ice that has not melted for thousands of years, so that people can feel the cold air emanating from his body even from a long distance.

The man in white was obviously a very sophisticated man, and I saw that he was dressed in white as snow, and he couldn't even see a single hair on it, and so was a long sword behind his back, clean as water, and the wooden hilt was smooth, and there was not even a fine pattern.

The man in white was not only neatly dressed with a sword, but he also walked, shaking off the dust under his feet with his true qi with every step he took.

And if someone looks closely at the steps of the man in white, they will find that every step of this man seems to have been calculated, and the distance between the steps is exactly the same, giving people the illusion that he is not walking on the ground, but pushing him to walk.

This is a swordsman, a very dangerous swordsman.

Whoever sees the man in white will surely have such an idea.

And what is puzzling is that this man in white is such a person.

The sun had sunset, and a faint yellow color began to appear in the sky, like the color of the orange lamp in the room.

Rustle!

Fallen leaves fall to the ground, blown by the wind, and roll on the ground with a soft sound.

The night is near.

The man in white who was walking suddenly stopped, raised his head, and stared intently at a fallen leaf not far above his head.

The fallen leaves have long been withered and yellow, and the lines on the leaves are like the blood vessels of an old man, and the roots are convex and clearly visible.

The man in white looked up at the fallen leaves that were about to fall on top of his head, Toshiro's face was still cold, but a pair of bright eyes narrowed slightly.

The man in white's eyes drooped slightly, and suddenly lowered his head again, and stood there motionless, not knowing whether he was waiting for the fallen leaves to fall, or if he had found something on his feet that interested him.

From the moment the man in white saw the fallen leaves above his head to the time he lowered his head and looked at his feet, it was just a short moment, a blink of an eye.

But at this moment, in front of and behind the man, on the top of his head and on his side, countless flying swords had already appeared.

These flying swords shrouded the man in white like a mountain shower, and the flying swords were like rain, impermeable to the wind, and they had already sealed all the retreats of the man in white.

At this time, even if the man in white was an immortal, he would have to be stabbed by this flying sword all over the sky.

At this moment, just as the fallen leaves were about to fall on the top of the man in white, the man in white suddenly moved, he moved so fast, like a meteor suddenly crossing the sky, and a lightning bolt suddenly fell in the rain, and it was only a moment, in the blink of an eye, the fallen leaves floating above the head of the man in white turned into powder.

Then I saw the white sword light flashing in front of the man in white, and the flying sword that was all over the sky and the sky disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

Yes!

At this moment, a terrible scream suddenly came from the deep alley not far away, which was rapid and short, and soon disappeared silently, but it was unforgettable.

The man in white was still standing there, but at this time his face was no longer cold, but there was a trace of emotion, a trace of anger, just like the feeling of being deliberately interrupted while sipping tea.

The man in white looked at a strand of black hair falling from his eyes, and for the first time there was an expression other than indifference on his face.

Standing there quietly, watching the broken black hair fall to the ground, the man in white stepped forward again.

After the man in white left, in the deep alley where the screams were heard just now, a man with a broken arm was leaning against the wall with a painful face.

One of the man's severed arms fell at his feet, but for some reason the man didn't pick it up, instead staring at the severed arm on the ground with a vicious expression.

"Gu, Yun, Tang, you will definitely pay the price, I promise. ”

The man with a broken arm said word by word with hatred.

The man's face was a little distorted by pain, but his eyes were calm, only the madness of hatred.

"Scoop, Sco, boy, do you want revenge? I can help you. ”

In the deep alley, which was already a little dim, a figure suddenly came out.

The man with the broken arm looked up when he heard the sound, and saw that not far in front of him, a man in black with long hair covering his face happened to be standing there for a long time.

The night was dim, and the man with the broken arm couldn't see the other party's face clearly, and could only see some scarlet eyes under the night.

"If you can help me get revenge, you can do whatever you want me to do. ”

The man with the broken arm is not stupid, he knows in his heart that no matter what it is, there is always some price to pay.

The man in black lowered his head and smiled when he heard this, although his face was covered by his long hair, but for some reason, the man with the broken arm could feel him laughing, although he didn't see the smiling face of the man in black.

"You're smart, so your wish will come true. ”

The man in black looked down and smiled, said something to the man with the broken arm leaning against the wall, and then turned away.

"When you see his head, I'll tell you what you need to do. ”

The figure of the man in black had long since disappeared in the dim deep alley, but this sentence clearly appeared in the ears of the man with the broken arm, it was so clear, as if someone was lying in the ear of the man with the broken arm.

"I'm waiting for that day. ”

The man with the broken arm looked at the deep alley that had completely darkened, reached out to hold on to the wall, and slowly left.

After all, he didn't pick up the severed arm on the ground.

The man in white, that is, Gu Yuntang, had already entered an inn at this moment.

Gu Yuntang walked into the inn, and the inn, which was originally quite lively, suddenly quieted down, as if ice cubes were suddenly put into the boiling water, and the sounds around him fell silent for a moment.

Everyone in the inn seemed to feel something, and looked at Gu Yuntang who walked in.

Gu Yuntang didn't seem to notice everyone's gaze, just walked to the counter step by step, stretched out a finger to the middle-aged shopkeeper holding the account book, and then gently placed a shiny white ingot on the counter.

The shopkeeper was also a smart person, and when he saw this scene, he didn't open his mouth to ask Gu Yuntang what he meant, but quickly took out a key from the counter and handed it to Gu Yuntang respectfully.

The treasurer knew in his heart that there were some things that could not be asked, and some things that could not be known.

Gu Yuntang saw the key handed over by the shopkeeper, and did not immediately reach out to pick it up, but took out a white square scarf from his arms, wrapped the key in the shopkeeper's hand, reached out to take it, and then nodded from the shopkeeper and walked upstairs.

From beginning to end, Gu Yuntang never said a word, nor did he make a single expression, just like a walking puppet.

"Woo...... Is this the swordsman Gu Yuntang who fell into the river that night? Sure enough, it was extraordinary, he glanced at me just now, and now my entire back is wet. ”

It wasn't until Gu Yuntang's figure disappeared upstairs that someone said stupidly.

"Hehe, you know it's amazing! This is a peerless master, legend has it that he has a sword in front of him since he was born, so he regards the sword as his life, and the talent of kendo is extremely high, and his swordsmanship has already reached the peak, but I am afraid that he is not far from the sword god. ”

As soon as the man had finished speaking, another man spoke.

Listening to his tone, this person actually admired this Gu Yuntang to the extreme.