Qi Xiong knelt beside Qi Hongshan blankly.

His tears had long since dried up.

Also dried up was Qi Hongshan's blood.

But nothing will be left after the tears are dry.

When the blood drains, it leaves behind a corpse.

Qi Xiong knelt in a pool of blood, and kept muttering, "I hurt you...... I hurt you......"

His heart was full of sorrow and could not be expressed.

Yes, who can not grieve when their only friend dies in front of them?

But when Qi Xiong lost his mind, a cold voice came from in front of him.

"You didn't kill him. ”

This voice was like a sharp knife taken out of the ice pool, and it was slammed into Qi Xiong's chest.

He straightened up sharply, his eyes following the voice.

At the end of his line of sight stood a man dressed in black.

The man's face was as sharp as a knife.

His eyes were always straight ahead, and there seemed to be a terrifying hatred in his eyes that would not fade no matter what happened.

His hands were folded horizontally in front of his chest, and in his arms was a Tang-made horizontal knife.

It's a pitch-black knife.

Its sheath is pitch black.

Its handle is pitch black.

Even its blade is pitch black.

This is a knife that is darker than the black knife of the black knife of the black knife hall.

Qi Xiong hadn't seen him.

He had seen many men who were much more fierce than he was, but he had never been timid in front of them.

But for this person, Qi Xiong just glanced at those cold eyes, and he actually felt as if he was wrapped in a snowstorm in a winter night.

Qi Xiong has never seen his people, let alone his knife.

Although he hadn't seen it, he knew that it was this knife that killed Qi Hongshan.

"Who are you?" Qi Xiong asked.

The black-clad swordsman replied, "The one who killed your friend." ”

Qi Xiong bit the crown of his teeth red and purple, took out the mourning note from his arms, and roared angrily: "If you want this invitation, you should come and kill me, why kill him?!"

The black-clothed swordsman said coldly: "My knife is you, and he himself rushed up to die, and he can't complain about me." ”

Qi Xiong couldn't help but be moved, he gasped heavily, and said, "In that case, why do you say that he was not killed by me?"

The black-clothed swordsman said, "Because I was going to kill both of you, and he just took the lead." ”

Qi Xiong said: "Aren't you moving because of this invitation?"

The black-clothed swordsman said: "The invitation is dispensable to me, but my fate is decided. ”

Qi Xiong said: "What kind of hatred do we have with you, why do you have to put me and the two to death?!"

The black-clothed swordsman said: "We have no new hatred in the near future, and no old hatred in the distance. ”

Qi Xiong said: "If that's the case, then why did you do it to us?"

The black-clothed knifeman said: "There are many reasons why I did it. ”

Qi Xiong said: "Many, how many?"

The black-clothed swordsman said: "How many innocent people you have killed, I have as many reasons as possible." ”

Qi Xiong was speechless.

He looked up and let out a long sigh.

A ray of sunlight shone on his face, and he saw countless images of himself killing people in the sunlight.

There are men and women, old people and children.

The black-clothed swordsman said, "What are you doing?"

Qi Xiong said weakly: "I'm counting, counting the people I've killed." ”

The black-clothed swordsman said, "Have you counted it?"

Qi Xiong shook his head and was silent.

He just smiled wryly, grieved, and perhaps repented.

Suddenly, he seemed to come back to his senses, his body shook, and he said, "I have killed many people in my life, but—"

He raised the black knife in his hand and yelled at the black-clothed swordsman, "I haven't killed enough!"

The black-clothed swordsman snorted coldly, gently pulled out the knife, and put it away again.

He drew and retracted his knife, and it was only a moment, a blink of an eye.

What did you do in this moment?

Didn't he come out with a knife?

Why did he withdraw the knife so quickly?

A gust of wind suddenly arose beside him, and the fallen leaves were cut off by it.

A few sparse fallen leaves to the ground, and the wind dissipated.

He drew his sword to kill, and he collected it because he killed someone!

Yes, in just a flash of lightning, he was out of the sword.

Yes, he had already killed Qi Xiong in just this extremely short moment!

Qi Xiong didn't move, his knife still in the air.

But there was an extra black line in front of his neck.

His entire neck has been severed by a knife!

It was only his torso that stood still, and his head had rolled on the ground three times!

His mouth was still open, and his eyes weren't closed.

Legend has it that before dying, people think about the most important things in their lives.

Qi Xiong only remembered one sentence.

He understood, he deserved to die.

Because he actually forgot this sentence, this sentence that people in the rivers and lakes must remember as long as they don't want to die-

"The swordsman only knows Lu Zhanyang, and the swordsman hates Ren Changfeng. ”