A large hall more than 100 feet wide.

A big flag, covering the sun and the sky.

A horse's head, swallowing mountains and rivers.

Outside the hall, there were all big men with horizontal eyebrows and cold eyes standing with knives.

A little farther away, there was a group of men with curved swords and bows and arrows, riding on horses, running back and forth, surrounding the large hall tightly.

The garrison is so tight that birds can't fly in, and water can't splash in......

The hall is so spacious that it can be driven by horses.

In such a big place, there is only one person sitting.

I saw that his brows were tightly locked, his eyes were slightly closed, and a pair of hands resting on the table were abrupt and his green tendons were exposed, like pine roots.

He sat silently on a chair, the hall too wide, empty, and seemed so small.

His slightly closed eyes were clearly full of loneliness.

In such a big place, there is only one person sitting.

Of course, he knew that as soon as he slapped the table, someone would run in.

Whatever he needs, someone will always be the first to deliver it.

Almost anything he could think of, people from outside could send it in.

The most wonderful wine, the most dazzling gold, the heaviest ingots, the prettiest woman......

These can appear at any time if he wants.

But he didn't, he just sat quietly in the hall, frowning, closing his eyes slightly, hanging his head, motionless......

These days, the things that happen one after another are indeed a little too weird.

He has walked the rivers and lakes for half a lifetime, and he has passed through thousands of opponents?

It's not that he hasn't seen a dead man, and it's not that he hasn't killed anyone.

It is difficult to say clearly how many dry bones there are under their feet?

Walking out of this hall, you will see a vast grassland that cannot be seen.

This fertile and beautiful grassland, of course, cannot be watered.

What is it used to water it?

Blood, I'm afraid.

Human blood.

They kill, naturally, and are also killed.

Day after day, year after year, how many have fallen, and how many have risen?

Those who fell, fertilized the steppe with blood, and those who stood up, finally possessed its abundant beauty.

The price of this beauty is so great!

Having come this far, what terrible opponent, have you never seen?

It's just that this time the opponent is really a little unusual.

The most important thing is that he doesn't know where his opponent is? Invisible and godless, without a trace, so many masters and knights, their eyes widened, wanting to find out, but as a result, before they had time to turn their eyes, they bled one by one, and they died of exhaustion in an instant.

Is he a human? or a ghost?

Devils?

What kind of master is this?

What kind of killer is this?

............

First of all, when the last time he fought against the remnants of the quicksand gang, people from several villages suddenly disappeared, and the masters sent out by the backer gang died in an instant, and so many people only saw a vague white shadow.

Another spy reported that in the tavern of the old man in the Two Realms Mountain, two people who claimed to be "deadly and sinister", the second of which also died under the hands of this shadowless and invisible killer, and the boss was scared stupid.

The weirdest thing was that night.

A car, six people, four horses, no stars and no moon in the dark of the night, for the sake of secrecy, deliberately did not put a lantern, even so, still could not escape. One groom, four guards with special skills, were all killed without a sound, and they all died exactly the same, all smiling and bleeding.

Even the four horses pulling the cart did not let go, and they all died there, all bleeding from their mouths and eyes, and there were no scars on their bodies.

Only the fat man sitting in the trunk, in a hurry, got into the mezzanine at the bottom of the trunk and escaped the catastrophe.

There were three incidents, almost all of which occurred around the Two Realms Mountain.

What kind of masters are hidden in that barren barren mountain and bald mountains?

The backer gang is strong and strong according to people, has been in business for many years, and can be regarded as deep-rooted, and boasts of being the largest gang in the rivers and lakes. Steadily dominate the grassland, dreaming of one day, the center will bloom, attack from all sides, leaping horses and raising swords, and dominate the rivers and lakes.

Actually, this is not just a dream.

Looking around, they really have the strength.

Not to mention the attack of the army, as soon as the two unpopular little horsemen of the Backer Gang make a move, they can wipe out a quicksand gang that has been rampant in the desert for many years.

The opponent was completely annihilated, and he was unscathed.

What a contrast?

What an amazing strength is that?

............

The vastness of the grassland, the boundlessness of the grassland, under the hooves of their backers, is just a garden within a fence.

With such strength, many people are naturally no longer satisfied with this "garden".

They will break through the barriers, raise their horses' axels, and rush into the wider wilderness.

They are going to rush into the distance.

The distance of the distance is always fascinating......

A man, standing in the hall.

Outside the hall, there are thousands of knights and countless good horses.

He wondered, why not do you want to create such a feat?

But he can't!

No matter how his subordinates shouted, he sitting in the hall would never be able to slap this board.

He's certainly not a coward, and he's not cowardly.

He knew that being able to sit in this hall was not something that could be done by just a scimitar.

He also knows very well that although the current backer gang is in full swing, it is by no means invincible in the world.

For so many years, he has been looking for two people.

Two people who have never met.

Two people with peerless martial arts.

The two seem to exist only with the legendary man......

With the strength of his backer gang, his henchmen are all over the world, spies are flying all over the sky, its tentacles are pervasive, and its intelligence network is impenetrable.

Despite this, after years of hard work, nothing was found.

The more this was the case, the more he felt that these two people had to be found.

If you want to see people in life, you have to see corpses in death, even if you become an immortal, you must find his dojo.

Intuitively, he was convinced that these two men must still be alive.

And, not far from him, he hid in a place not far from him.

Sitting in this heavily guarded hall, he didn't feel at ease.

Where the candlelight can't be found, maybe there is a pair of eyes looking at him.

I don't know when, he'll be in a different place.

With such a potential opponent, he will definitely not act rashly.

Even if the dream in front of you is so tempting......

He had been wondering, how could a person cultivate martial arts to that realm?

But what puzzled him even more came to him: the person he was looking for was gone, and a killer who was even more terrible than a master appeared.

He knew very well that the mysterious killer who appeared around the Two Realms Mountain this time was definitely not the two top masters he was looking for.

Although he had never met, only with his many years of experience in walking the rivers and lakes, he knew that a person who could reach that level in martial arts cultivation would never use these shady tricks that were not despised by the people in the rivers and lakes to kill people.

Besides, if he really wants to do it, there is no need to sneak around and waste such a big setback.

After years of hard searching, he even felt that he had a tacit understanding with those two masters.

He, with them, sometimes meets in dreams, and talks to each other in the soul......

He pondered, his hands resting on the table, almost digging into the wood......

"Jingle bells!" Under the wooden table, a pair of bells made of gold suddenly made a rapid sound.

This was set up especially for him, and when the golden bell rang, it indicated that there was an emergency.

He suddenly came to his senses from his contemplation, returned to reality, stretched out his slap, and slapped it on the wooden table seemingly casually.

The wooden table in front of him was certainly not an ordinary table.

With a "creak", the heavy door of the hall was pushed open, and a big man with a gold medal hanging on his waist walked forward, came to him, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands into fists, and whispered: "Gang leader, the gang is attacked!"

He raised his head, and the corner of his eye swept over the big man's face, only to find that this burly man had long been sweating and his back was like earth.

He naturally knows that this big man is not an ordinary person, he has unique skills, kills people like hemp, Longtan Tiger's Den, and is peaceful, not to mention a good man who fights in the rivers and lakes, he is simply a demon who came out of hell.

Even he was scared like this!

But he was unmoved, and no matter what, his face was always unhappy and still like water.

"In broad daylight, the gang was attacked! Heavy losses......" The big man said tremblingly, as if he had fallen into an ice cave......

He was still sitting.

Two hands on the table, motionless.

The big man knelt in front of him, trembling and talking.

I've never seen a man who is so verbose.

He frowned slightly, turned his head slightly, and glanced at the big man again.

Dahan immediately closed his mouth.

He remained silent, and with a large hand on the table, he raised a finger and gently tapped it twice on the table.

Seeing this, the big man clasped his hands into fists, shouted, stood up, and retreated.

For this kind of thing, it is completely impossible for him to go out in person.

There are many things that are completely unnecessary.

The guards beside him naturally understood this truth.

"Bang!" there was a muffled sound, and the door closed again.

In the empty hall, he was the only one left......

The backer gang has gone through bloody storms and rains, and along the way, how have they ever encountered such trauma?

In broad daylight, he actually ran to his lair to act, such a blatant provocation, who gave them the guts......

As he pondered, the green tendons on the back of his hand rose like angry earthworms, and suddenly, he grinned, and a sneer broke out.

The sneer was particularly eerie in the empty hall.

What should come will come after all.

He has been looking for the top master for many years, but until now, there is no news at all.

Unexpectedly, a mysterious killer fell from the sky, and he was bothering about this matter, and he didn't want him to come to the door by himself.

Whether it is a master or a murderer, these terrible characters are destined to be the biggest obstacle to his backer gang to dominate the rivers and lakes.

Since it is an obstacle, no matter what, if it cannot be used by me, we must resolutely remove it.

Whatever method is used, it will be eliminated.

The master continued his search.

Now that the killer has issued a war letter, he might as well take a few tricks from him.

Anyway, today's attack at least shows that this mysterious killer is close by, and he has now come to the grassland.

It's much easier to know the general location of your opponent than to look for a needle in a haystack aimlessly.

What's more, his backers are not vegetarians.

He thought about it, and on his calm face, he couldn't help but let out a sneer......

Horses' hooves.

A hall master, cloaked in a cloak and with a gloomy complexion, was galloping on his horse.

Behind him, there was a group of Dharma protector guards with gold medals hanging from their waists and scouts with flags on their backs, each holding scimitars in their hands, their eyes wide with anger.

No one spoke.

In the empty world, only the sound of horses' hooves echoed.

So hurried, so lonely.

Those who listened were terrified......

In fact, as early as the last time the gang rules were implemented, there was a group of people who had already blown up their hearts.

A group of cowards who tattooed a horse's head on their arms in white are really humiliating!

What's wrong with the white shadow? What's wrong with killing people invisibly?

They're backers!

In other words, in this world, his backers have never been afraid of anyone.

With a belly of fire, he trampled the coward who lost the gang flag into pulp, and he couldn't relieve his hatred, and as soon as he pulled out his scimitar, he would shout for revenge.

What's wrong with a few villages in his desert hiding? Even if you step on it, you have to step on the desert where birds don't. Some of them were on the mountain, some of them were horses, some of them were horses' hooves, and horses with iron palms nailed to them.

Those countless horses' hooves, in the blink of an eye, can trample the Lujia brothers into powder. Since you can step on the coward, of course, you can also step on the remnants of the desert who have slipped through the net.

What's more, on horseback, there is an indestructible scimitar.

So many scimitars, raised up, is a forest, shake it, it is a thunderstorm......

Subsequently, another leader was attacked, and the guards around him were all killed, and the leader hid in the mezzanine and luckily picked up a life.

is so arrogant, is it tolerable or unbearable!

Unexpectedly, before they vented their anger, this guy who didn't know whether he was alive or dead actually came to the door.

And in broad daylight.

A group of people thought about the recollection, their eyes widened, and their teeth clenched......

The horse's hooves flew and galloped.

The heavy echo startled the entire grassland, and it seemed to tremble.

Suddenly, the hall master who was running in front slammed the reins, and the galloping horse suddenly stopped.

As soon as he raised his hand, the long team of horses suddenly stopped where they were.

The sound of horses' hooves suddenly disappeared.

No one spoke.

There was silence on the prairie......

In front of me, an open meadow.

There is also a small river around it.

The terrain is flat, the water and grass are abundant, and it is an excellent natural pasture.

A large group of horses, each fat and strong, the horses are abnormal, at first glance, they look like heavenly horses.

At the moment, the horses are there.

It's just that they are all lying on the ground.

They are all in serene postures.

There was no look of struggle and fright, and there was no scar on his body.

In addition to the bright red blood flowing from the mouth, eyes, nose and ears, I really wonder if these horses are all unusual, learning the appearance of cattle and sheep, lying on the ground and entering the dream?

There was also a thick smell of blood in the air.

The hall master was on his horse, his face was pale, and he didn't say a word.

The eyes of the gang behind him widened one by one, and they almost clenched their teeth, and they were also silent.

The hall master patted his mount, and the horses stepped forward slowly.

The whole team began to move, so long, so slow, like a giant wounded earthworm.

"Ahh

Everyone looked over together, and saw that the grass in front of them was full of corpses.

If you don't look closely, just by the scimitar on your waist, you can know that it is undoubtedly a brother of the backer.

One by one, they lay on the grass, in a natural and ecological posture, their scimitars firmly inserted in their scabbards, without any scars on their bodies.

It can be seen that before they died, they did not experience any resistance, nor did they experience any fighting.

All of them die the same: smiling, bleeding.

They are all brothers of the backing gang! All of them have amazing martial arts, how can they not even pull out their knives, and they can become lambs to the slaughter......

The hall master's face became more and more terrifying.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he was about to speak, when a scout stepped forward to report: It had been preliminarily ascertained that 32 brothers had been killed in the attack and 215 good horses had been lost.

The hall master gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, his thick knuckles clicking.

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and stared at the grass in front of him.

In the dense grass, a faint trace could be seen.

The north wind gusted, and the withered yellow grass swayed in the wind. Traces are still there, indicating that the person fled not long ago, and according to this, it is not far away.

With a "swish", he pulled out his scimitar, pointed the tip of the knife to the front, and shouted: "Chase!"

"Kill!" a large group of men on horseback drew their scimitars, roared angrily, slapped their horses under their hips, and rushed forward.

It seems to have dispersed a pack of wild wolves......