Chapter Eighty-Six: One City, One Man

Winter moon of the lunar calendar.

In Fusang City, the first snow has just fallen. The snow was not thick, but faintly covered with a thin layer of white veil on the angular outline of Fusang City.

The world is very big, there are many places that do not snow, but for the places in the area of Fusang City in Dongzhou, the winter snow must be more than this, Fusang City has been a few feet of thick snow all year round, and a light snow in this area is not enough to see.

The light snow has stopped, and the sky is overcast.

Heavy snow is coming.

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At this time, Fusang City was within the city walls.

The light snow does not chill people, and the killing intent is cold.

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The Sun family, a young family head died, and for Sun Wushuang, his granddaughter died.

That Sun Wushuang was wiping the knife in the courtyard, and when he heard the news from his subordinates that Sun Xiaoying was beheaded in Baishuzhai, he didn't say a word, but silently put down the knife in his hand.

Sun Wushuang, who has been cultivated in the ninth layer, can actually put a perceptual qi on his granddaughter's body to visit Sun Xiaoying's life and death, but Sun Wushuang feels that this method is unlucky.

This day has finally come.

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Now.

Sun Wushuang stood on the empty martial hall, in the past, he stood here, waiting for someone, but today, Sun Wushuang couldn't wait for that person anymore.

The air was quiet.

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In fact, what is the personality of his granddaughter, his grandson Wushuang knows best, she has been extremely proud since she was a child, and she has made countless enemies in this city where everyone is ghostly.

Sun Wushuang has always felt that this is a good thing.

Someone wants to kill you so you can be forced to move forward.

Therefore, Sun Wushuang never stopped Sun Xiaoying's arrogance, because Sun Wushuang knew that those people could only be his granddaughter's sword training soul in the end.

But.

When he heard that his granddaughter was dead, Sun Wushuang felt that he was wrong.

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Above the martial hall, Sun Wushuang stood quietly in the cold wind for an hour, a body as high as a mountain, standing in the cold wind.

When the dead leaves were swept up and fallen by the cold wind, Sun Wushuang returned to the courtyard.

In the courtyard, a huge knife slanted down.

The giant knife was eight feet long and two feet four inches wide, and its whole body was pitch black.

In the entire Fusang City, Sun Wushuang's body size alone can make this knife.

Sun Wushuang walked into the courtyard, picked up the imposing giant knife, and walked straight out of Sun's house.

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God, it's still lifeless.

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On this day, Sun Wushuang single-handedly entered the Li family's mansion, and among the thousands of well-trained Li family masters, he killed seven in and seven out, killing the Li family's blood and corpses everywhere.

In the end, under the siege of hundreds of masters, he cut off the arm of Li Loutai, the head of the Li family.

Before leaving, Sun Wushuang put down two sentences:

First sentence.

If the Li family doesn't hand over the white-haired kid, Sun Wushuang will still be alive for a day, and they will kill the people of the Li family for a day.

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Second sentence.

Give the head of the white-haired boy, and you can become the next head of the Sun family.

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Sun Wushuang's words directly meant that the white-haired boy in his mouth had now almost become the person who would be killed by the four major families and the entire Fusang City.

Originally, only the Li family wanted to kill him, but now it has become that the Sun family will also kill him, and the Sun family is going to fight the Li family head-to-head for this white-haired boy, which means that if the Zhao family and the Zhang family still want to unite the four families to deal with Xiaomen together, they will also kill this white-haired boy.

This white-haired kid, unconsciously, has almost become the person who the entire Fusang City is chasing and shouting to kill.

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On the same day, the Li family sent more than 400 first-class masters to massacre the people of the Sun family in Fusang City.

Since then, the seeds planted by the Li family and Xiaomen have truly grown into vines that have broken the four major families.

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The people of Fusang City were terrified.

The situation is chaotic.

The original situation of the four major families against the enemy Xiaomen has now become the Li family and the Sun family share life and death, and the Xiaomen is alone against the Zhang and Zhao families.

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At the beginning, the Fuso Festival, which was used to divide the victory and defeat, directly became the division of life and death.

In fact, the Fusang Festival has already started from the day when Sun Xiaoying took the people of the Sun family to wash the hundred books in blood.

It's just not the same as it used to be.

This time, the Fusang Festival directly skipped the original reputation on the list, but directly became a life-and-death relationship between the four major families and the Xiaomen.

It's only been one day.

The Li family and the Sun family have each died no less than a hundred, and the dead are not subordinate servants, but almost all of them are masters with heads and faces in this Fusang City.

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When the night fell, the Zhang family's hometown advocated Kulin to gather fourteen nameless and nameless Zhang family secrets and sneaked into the owl gate.

At the same time, Zhao Shen, the young head of the Zhao family, with twenty top masters in Fusang City, began to be in Fusang City, and he didn't know that he had laid ambushes in more than ten places under the jurisdiction of Xiaomen.

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The sky is getting darker, and the twilight is getting darker.

Even the blind can see that at the end of this night, Fusang City is afraid that there will be thousands or hundreds of nameless people who have died unexplained, and those who remain in the city can hide as deep as they can.

When the last ray of light in Fusang City disappeared, the city was like dead, the cold streets, and the dark air were filled with nothing but killing intent.

From time to time, fires streamed through the alleys of the city, without making a sound.

The light of the sparkling fire passed through the dark air, and the people with torches were either going to kill or send people to death.

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It's been a long night.

In a dark room, an oil lamp was lit.

There are really not many people who dare to light the lamp at this time.

Through the tissue paper wooden lattice windows, the pale yellow fire of the oil lamp is reflected on the thin paper, and the hazy light in the house can be seen on the street.

After lighting up.

The young man slowly took off the sword on his back, and gently placed this ordinary iron sword on the wooden table under the lamp.

The owner of this house, perhaps with a premonition of the coming bloody storm in Fusang City, has long since slipped away.

Maybe I'm too tired, maybe I'm too badly injured.

After the boy put down his iron sword, he lay quietly on the wooden table, neither speaking nor looking around.

The pale yellow light reflected on the young man's weak face, but in that pair of eyes, there was a light of determination and perseverance.

After a moment, the boy slowly closed his eyes, but he didn't really fall asleep.

Everyone in the city said that now except for the people of the gate, the whole city wants to kill the white-haired boy.

In fact, these people still don't understand that the white-haired kid in their mouths will definitely kill this person when the time comes to start a move with the Li family.

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In this chilly night.

The young man was alone, facing the killing intent of this city by an unknown light.

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