A cold light swept by, and the head of the world-famous Flying Heaven Pavilion Master Liu Zijing was cut to the ground by a 16-year-old white-clothed young man.

The boy sighed and said.

"The first battle was successful, Liu Zijing, but that's it. ”

At this time, the companion who came picked up Liu Zijing's head and said.

"Congratulations, Mourning Song, the master of the gate will be proud of you. ”

The young man put away the saber in his hand, smiled, and walked towards the main entrance of the Flying Pavilion.

Suddenly, countless archers appeared around him, and the young man was startled, how could this be? He had already killed all the people in the pavilion, why did so many archers suddenly appear?

At this time, a person with a mask suddenly appeared in front of Yan Ge and said coldly.

"You are a martyr, now I will arrest you for murder, put down your weapons and follow us. ”

Song hurriedly said.

"You must be mistaken, I am the envoy of the Providence Gate, and I was ordered by Emperor Ming to kill the traitor Liu Zijing, who dare to be so unreasonable to the imperial history of the imperial court?"

The masked man said with a smile.

"The imperial court? hehe, you haven't returned to the dynasty for a year, right? It's the era of the alliance, there is no emperor anymore, the Tianhong Dynasty no longer exists, now you are just a murderer, the Providence Gate, it doesn't exist anymore. ”

Song said with a smile.

"This is impossible, Emperor Ming is martial and wise, Tianhong will not be destroyed. ”

The masked man spoke again.

"It seems that you don't want to get out of this gate alive, so in that case, this seat is here to send Mishi on his last ride. ”

"Peng!", the masked man turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared in front of Yan Ge, only to see that he was unhurriedly put on a posture and ready to fight at any time.

The archers began to shoot arrows like raindrops, but when they saw that Song was unhurried, he spun the sword in his hand and knocked down the arrows that came at a gallop one by one.

said that it was too late, and then it was fast, but I saw that Yan Ge flew up to the eaves with an arrow and cut down dozens of archers under the house one by one.

Suddenly, a puff of black smoke came towards him, and Yan Ge unhurriedly drew a crescent moon with the sword in his hand in front of him, and a wave of white qi swept away the black smoke like a galloping horse.

The masked man instantly appeared in front of Yan Ge, only to see Yan Ge jump up and disappear with a slight smile, and the masked man began to search for Yan Ge's figure everywhere.

There was a death-like silence all around, and everyone began to be at a loss, how could such a big living person disappear if he couldn't see it?

The masked man began to have an ominous premonition that he knew that Song was nearby, only that it was all over by the time he saw Song again.

A white light fell from the sky, like a lightning bolt about to fall, and the masked man didn't have time to dodge but felt a slight pain in his body.

At this time, Song stood up from his feet, and he smiled as the masked man withdrew the sword from his scabbard.

With the crisp sound of the hilt of the sword clashing with the scabbard, the masked man fell to the ground and split in half.

The leaderless archers fled in all directions, but Song did not chase in the direction of the gate.

Suddenly, he felt like he had been pierced by something, and when he looked down, a bright sword pierced through his chest, and the familiar blade of the sword made him unable to believe his eyes.

Suddenly, the sword was pulled out of Song Song's body, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth. Then he fell to the ground with a heavy blow.

"Hehe, I'm sorry for the song, times have changed, we all have to live, if you don't die, we can't live. When you get below, remember to pass a word to the master, the fourth princess is now worth 5 taels of silver a night, hahaha. ”

Slowly, Song felt light, and at this point he finally knew what the last feeling of those who died under his sword was like this.

The surroundings were darkened, and he knew that he was dead, that the endless killing had left his karma heavy, and that the gates of hell were opening up to him.

Song walked alone in this endless darkness, floating past the glorious moments of his life from time to time.

The martial arts masters who died of hatred under his sword glanced at them from time to time with mocking eyes, as if they secretly rejoiced in hell that the famous swordsman Song would also have today.

Countless ridicule and invective ensued.

"You're here too, hahaha. ”

"Aren't you invincible in the world?

"I'm just one step slower than you, but I didn't expect you to be one step slower than others, this is really providence, providence!"

"Mourning Song, Mourning Song, I didn't expect you to chase you to hell, so let's end this unfinished duel here!"

A cold light flew in, Yan Ge didn't want to dodge, he was tired, he was tired, he was tired, since he was 10 years old and followed his master to learn the arts, he had killed no less than 1,000 people, he knew that sooner or later a murderous swordsman like him would have such a day.

Death is terrible, but it is less terrible than ending this endless grudge.

He closed his eyes and waited for the sword qi to pass through him, at this time he just wanted to sleep quietly and never wake up.

After some time, he felt that nothing had changed, so he opened his eyes.

The person in front of him who had been killed by him had become his own master.

"Song of the Dead, why don't you resist?"

"Master, the apprentice is tired and wants to rest. ”

"It's not that you're tired, it's that you're giving up. ”

"What did I give up?"

"You gave up your friends, you gave up hope of living, you gave up the sword in your hand, but did you ask them if they gave up on you too?"

Mourning sighed that he was so decadent, all of this was his own escape, he was giving up, no one forced himself to do it, why did he do this? Is he really dead? But why can he still think?

No, it must be wrong, I must still be alive, Yin Ge firmly believes that he is not dead, he is just lost and can't find the way out.

The reason why he was selected by his master to inherit the essence of martial arts of Providence was because of his spirit of not admitting defeat.

Yan Ge told himself that he must live, he must find the so-called alliance and understand the truth of the matter, maybe there are no living people in the Providence Gate, even if this road will be lonely, but he can definitely go on.

"Flutter!" a mouthful of blood spat out of Mourning Song's mouth, and he sat up and calmed down, not knowing when he was lying on a shabby bed.

At this time, a pair of big watery eyes were really staring at him viciously.

"Spit on me! You're a fuck!!"

Yan Ge looked at this cute little girl in surprise and was at a loss. I saw the little girl say.

"From today onwards, you will be my personal bodyguard for Miss Luoluo, all to repay our family for saving your life, hum. ”

Yan Ge looked confused, regretted it, it's okay to die...