Chapter 81: A Bitter Winter

Above the high-rise building in the night rain in the north of the city, Dongfang Lan finally took stock of the array again, and then stood quietly in the rain.

Leng Zhu didn't bother.

Tomorrow, this lord who makes people tremble at the mention of his name will fight most of the first-class masters of the three major families alone.

Naturally, it includes the three masters of the Nine Layers of Creation: Sun Wushuang, Zhao Xing, and Zhang Kulin.

Leng Zhu knew very well that not only Dongfang Fang Lan, but even himself would definitely fall into a bitter battle.

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After all, the time for the rise of the Owl Gate is still too short.

As the strongest lord of Fusang City, Dongfang Lan does have the strength of the King's Landing, but the rise in a short period of time also means that the accumulation of the entire Xiaomen is not too deep.

Although the top strength of the three major families cannot compete with the Xiaomen, the number of first-class masters in the family is definitely much more than that of the Xiaomen.

Originally, it was the first-class master who dragged the three major families to win the Owl Sect by suffering, and Dongfang Fang Lan alone faced the three major Creation Realms.

Now it has become Dongfang Fang Lan, and with the power of one person, it is almost the top combat power of the three major families.

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The rain doesn't stop, the cold wind doesn't stop.

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Day 2.

Before dawn, Sun Xiaoying, the young head of the Sun family, carried a knife and led people straight to Baishuzhai.

slaughtered more than 40 people in the Hundred Books.

If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move?

Sun Wushuang has never believed in these bullshit truths.

Don't you suspect that my Sun family is the dog of the owl?

Then I, Sun Wushuang, will let you see, this mad dog has bitten the owner to death, what kind of expression will you have!

Thereupon.

After all, this battle was fought before the Fusang Festival.

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At this time, in the hundred books.

There were more than forty headless corpses lying on the ground, and among the pools of blood around the corpses, the severed limbs were scattered all over the ground.

Some of the corpses were cut open from the lower abdomen, and some of the corpses had a cut in the heart.

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Sun Xiaoying, the young head of the Sun family, has never used two knives to kill.

The first knife takes the life, and the second knife takes the head.

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A quarter of an hour ago, the people in the hundred books were still waiting for the lord to give the order, and at the quiet moment, Sun Xiaoying single-handedly entered the hundred books, killing people when she saw them, clean and neat.

By the time the people of the Sun family followed, Sun Xiaoying alone had almost killed the people in the hundred books.

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The only exception was a woman.

The woman's name is Lan Yu.

When Sun Xiaoying broke into Baishuzhai, she beheaded the four people of Xiaomen in just one face, and the rest of the people seemed to be the madman of the Sun family, and they didn't even dare to have the courage to hold a knife.

While escaping, he was slaughtered by Sun Xiaoying.

In the scattered blood rain, Sun Xiaoying only saw a long-haired woman with a normal complexion, looking at herself without joy or sadness.

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Now.

Sun Xiaoying, the young head of the Sun family, was carrying a knife and was looking at the woman in front of him with interest.

Facing the encirclement of dozens of people from the Sun family, as well as Sun Xiaoying, a young head of the Sun family, who was famous, Lan Yu's face was as calm as a lake.

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"You're not afraid?"

Sun Xiaoying asked.

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Lan Yu shook her head slowly.

"I'm afraid, won't you kill me?"

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Sun Xiaoying smiled and said

"That's not it, I'm just curious about people who aren't afraid of death. ”

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Lan Yu raised her hand, pinned a strand of black hair behind her ear, and looked straight at Sun Xiaoying.

Serenity.

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She is just a small tiger prison deacon in the owl gate, and the summons she received this time is only to "act at the opportunia".

She doesn't know martial arts, and she doesn't learn martial arts.

But.

As Sun Xiaoying said, Lan Yu is not afraid of death.

In a place like Fusang City, he is still afraid of death, and in Lan Yu's opinion, it is like a domestic animal that is worried that it will be slaughtered if it grows fat.

Since there will be this day, there is no point in being afraid of death.

So at this time, Lan Yu was quietly looking at Sun Xiaoying and went to die safely.

It's just that Lanyu has some pity.

The white-haired boy I saw not long ago, I wonder if he walked out of this Fusang City?

I have lived for more than 20 years, and I am all in this city, and the people in this Fusang City all have a smell of blood.

Only the white-haired little boy was like a cloud in the sky, clean and pure, not like a person in Fusang City.

It's a pity that I didn't get to see him again after all, I heard that Leng Zhu didn't kill him, this little boy, it's really a good fate.

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Sun Xiaoying looked at the smile that gradually hung on Lan Yu's face, and couldn't help but be even more curious in her heart.

The blade turned, pointing directly at the door of Lan Yu.

"What are you laughing at?"

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Lan Yu looked directly into Sun Xiaoying's eyes and said calmly:

"Laugh at myself, and laugh at you. ”

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Sun Xiaoying was puzzled:

"Why are you laughing at me?"

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A gentle smile rose at the corner of Lan Yu's mouth, but she didn't answer.

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At this time, Lan Yu originally wanted to recall his life, but after thinking about it a few times, he found that he had nothing, and he had failed this life in vain.

So Lan Yu laughed at herself.

When she thought of herself, Lan Yu found that this young head of the Sun family who was holding a knife and pointing directly at her seemed to be no different from herself.

Smiling, smiling.

But the head of the Sun family in front of him had cold eyes and a numb expression, and he seemed to have lived up to his name.

So Lan Yu also laughed at Sun Xiaoying.

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Lan Yu smiled.

Laugh at others, laugh at yourself.

laughs at two people, and they both live in vain for a lifetime.

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There was silence in the field.

Sun Xiaoying, who was holding the knife, was thinking, if only she didn't understand Lan Yu's smile.

But, she understood.

The smile on Lan Yu's face at this time was like saying, "You are very pitiful, I sympathize with you." ”

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The blade broke through the air, the white light flashed, and Sun Xiaoying held the knife in her backhand.

The sound of breaking the air was Sun Xiaoying's knife.

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But.

Those who are familiar with Sun Xiaoying know that Sun Xiaoying never collects the knife.

Moment!

The long knife held by Sun Xiaoying's backhand made a piercing sound of breaking wind, and the cold blade slashed towards Lan Yu's white neck at an extremely fast speed!

How dare a dying person look down on himself?!

Sun Xiaoying's eyes were cold, this time, she was going to cut off Lan Yu's neck with a knife.

So the blade in Sun Xiaoying's hand was faster!

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"Ding!!

A sharp object crashing through a person's eardrum sounded.

Blade.

Hit the blade of the sword.

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The people in the field only saw:

There was a white-haired boy with a straight body.

The white-haired young man's horizontal sword blocked in front of him, blocking the domineering and incomparable sword of Sun Xiaoying in Fusang City, full of killing intent!

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