Fifty-four years ago, on the fourth day of the fifth month, outside the city of Remnant Yang in the Northwest Leaf Country, the blood-clothed swordsman slowly came. Six flying swords surrounded him, his eyes belonged to a lone wolf, and the murderous aura on his body was suffocating.

The monk standing at the gate of the city was originally a Shaolin outcast, but now he has been honored as the leader of the martial arts alliance. He clasped the Buddha beads on his chest with both hands, and muttered Amitabha Buddha in his mouth, but in his heart was the heart of killing.

Luo Jianqi must be killed.

This man is too strong, and at the same time too lonely. His power was like the moon in the sky, eclipsing all the stars in the sky. Before he was thirty years old, he had already broken a product, entered the realm of one earth, controlled six swords, and killed people with a sword in his hand in just one thought. Throughout the six hundred years before and after the martial arts, there will never be a person like Luo Jianqi again.

Because of him, the high position of the leader of the martial arts alliance is only nothing; because of him, the three heroes of the Ye-making Country, who have newly entered the first-class realm, have almost been forgotten by the martial arts; because of him, Huashan, Kunlun, and Qiyun, as long as they are famous for their swords, have all lost the yearning of the people in the martial arts. His name is Jian Qi, and he is a man who lives by swords, but he is withdrawn and cold, and he does not want to be in the company of anyone.

Luo Jianqi must die.

If he doesn't die, there will be no flourishing swordsmanship in the Central Plains. Even if he single-handedly pushed the way of the sword forward for a hundred years, he would definitely die. However, despite the determination of the whole country to kill him, they still couldn't kill him. Luo Jianqi is almost invincible.

It is widely spread on the rivers and lakes that he has a friendship with Xie Xiaoye, who is rich in Jiangnan Silk Village, and I don't know if it's true or not. But at least Luo Jianqi is still a man, even if he comes and goes to the rivers and lakes alone, he will eventually lose under the skirt of a certain woman.

Luo Jianqi married a woman and gave birth to a daughter.

The invincible finally showed a weakness. Outside the city of Remnant Yang, the old monk with the common name Deng Wushuang suddenly cut off the Buddha beads in his palm and threw them forward.

"Luo Jianqi, if you judge yourself here, I will protect your wife and daughter. Deng Wushuang said coldly.

The blood-clothed swordsman's eyes were cruel and cruel, unmoved, and he just said lightly: "Hand them over." ”

Deng Wushuang frowned. And the little man in black beside him held a knife as if facing a great enemy. Luo Jianqi knew him, among the nine people who came to besiege him today, this one was the youngest, he had just entered the realm of the second grade, and he had created a set of Guo family knives, which was fierce and terrifying.

"The three hundred fox army under the command of Shi Guogong were all slaughtered by you, and now you are going to fight one against nine, are you still unwilling to surrender?" Deng Wushuang asked as he quietly looked at the hill behind Luo Jianqi, a man with a fox mask on his face, with a bow and arrows.

"Luo's sword path has always been indomitable, and I don't know what it means to stop, and I don't know what it means to surrender. Luo Jianqi, who was covered in blood, raised his right hand lightly, and the six flying swords gathered in the palm of his hand, "One enemy hundred, one enemy nine." It's just the quantity. ”

"Do you really think ...... Luo only has these six swords, right?"

The last Buddha bead in Deng Wu's hands fell to the ground.

Luo Jianqi dragged the heavy sword box and flew suddenly.

Three black shadows emerged from the yellow sand underground, and a pair of swordsmen swept out of the city gate.

On the distant mountain, a man in a fox mask shot an arrow, breaking through the wind and clouds.

The Guo family swordsman roared, jumped forward, and slashed at Luo Jianqi.

Luo Jianqi's body suddenly sank, and the six flying swords scattered in all directions, and they were repelled one by one by Deng Wushuang, who had already prepared, with the Buddha beads. However, Luo Jianqi did not stop there, his left hand reached into the sword box and drew a sword.

A giant sword as wide as two palms and five feet long rushed out of the sword box with a clear sound, the sword intent was majestic, and the sword body was even more majestic, as if just a sword in the hand was enough to open the world.

Luo Jianqi said in a deep voice: "Luoshen." ”

Outside the remnant sun city of the leaf-making country, there is a god descending into the world.

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"Luo Jianqi is a person who only has a sword in his heart. In the conquest of the rivers and lakes, he was indomitable and did not taste defeat. The only time he lost was when he met his wife. Qiao Xi seemed to be telling a distant story that had nothing to do with him, his eyes were clear, and his voice was moving, "He got married and gave birth to a daughter, and then his wife took her little daughter, who was not yet a month old, and braved the wind and snow to go away to make leaves. Luo Jianqi chased him to the city of Remnant Sun, but he didn't know that this was the calculation of the people in the rivers and lakes. The three heroes of the Leaf Making, the Lord of the Martial Arts Alliance, the City Lord of Flying Fox City, and the Hedong Twin Swords conspired to trap him under the Leaf Creation City. With one enemy and nine, nine of the strongest men in the rivers and lakes, deal with an exhausted swordsman. Although Luo Jianqi died, he did not die in vain. Sixty years later, I avenged him. Everyone, I have killed their descendants. Since they don't give Luo Jianqi and his daughter a way to live, then I don't need to give their descendants a way to live. ”

An Qing trembled.

Qiao Xi smiled softly at her, with a faint smile: "But Luo Jianqi's descendants still survived after all, they were displaced in the Leaf Country and suffered humiliation, but they still survived. Although I have not met my mother with my own eyes, what she left me is still there, she can't learn swordsmanship, but she is a good carpenter. Qiao Xi gently raised his clogs and stepped on the ground.

"My mother failed to avenge it with her own hands, and I will take revenge. My mother died in Xiliang, and I want those who killed my mother's biological father to die in Liangzhe. Isn't it a good deal?"

An Qing shook her head, she didn't think it was a good deal at all. It was not Xu Tangli, Guo Feng, and Deng Lei who killed Luo Jianqi, they just avoided disaster because they took the sins of their ancestors, why didn't they even let go of their descendants?

"It's easy for the little girl to think. Luo Qianxia struggled in the leaf-making country for decades, and finally picked up a life and gave birth to me, but the mother and daughter parted. What qualifications do they have to kill a real martial arts leader in a dignified manner, sitting neatly dressed at the top of the martial arts of the two dynasties and pointing out the country?" Qiao Xi gritted his teeth and sneered, "I'm just going to kill them." Xu Tang is lonely, Pang Hai is rich and unkind, Deng Lei is hiding in the empty door, and I will kill them too. It was their ancestors who killed Luo Jianqi for no reason, so why can't I kill them for no reason?"

"You haven't met your biological mother, how do you know that you are Luo Jianqi's descendant?" An Qing suddenly asked.

Qiao Xi's complexion sank suddenly. If she was just cold before, her expression now is angry, and it is not to others, but to An Qing. An Qing's questioning obviously completely hit her death hole.

She walked towards An Qing step by step, constantly shortening the distance between the two. In fact, Qiao Xi didn't walk fast, but An Qing kept standing in place and didn't move a step.

She heard Zhao Wu'an say that many years ago, there was a girl named He Yanshan who looked very much like Qiao Xi. Qiao Xi's name is also very strange, probably someone found it by the stream under the bridge, and named Qiao Xi on the spot.

Qiao Xi once lost a memory, there is no doubt about it. But whether this memory belongs to He Yanshan or Luo Jianqi's granddaughter, no one can be sure.

"There are people in the rivers and lakes who covet the relics of Luoshen, and my mother was killed after being imprisoned by them. Qiao Xi said coldly, "I don't know their names, but as long as I see them again, I will definitely show no mercy." I'll kill them all. ”

"Roselle relics?" An Qing was stunned, "But, isn't that just a legend...... No, when was your mother killed?"

"You don't need to know. Qiao Xi shook his head brightly.

Unconsciously, she was already close to An Qing's eyes, and her voice seemed to be magical, so that people had to let it go: "Soon, it hurts a little, and it ......will be fine immediately."

An Qing knew that she couldn't leave Qiao Xi's clutches, so she simply closed her eyes, as if she had accepted such a reality. Qiao Xi is very satisfied with such an obedient prey, men are usually easy to deceive, but it is much more difficult to deceive women.

An Qing closed her eyes tightly and shouted with all her strength: "Do it!!"

Qiao Xi's outstretched hand hung in front of An Qing's fragile neck, slightly stunned. Suddenly, a spider fell from the treetops and landed impartially on Qiao Xi's arm. Qiao Xi was taken aback, and just wanted to shake it off, but she didn't expect that the spider had already crawled down her arm into her sleeve.

Qiao Xi was shocked, and shook his arm as he quickly retreated, trying to pull out the spider that had gotten into his clothes. She didn't succeed, but what surprised her was still to come. In the four corners of the courtyard, which was originally empty, dozens of terrifying insects suddenly rushed out, either fat or craggy, and scorpions climbed on her feet, jumped directly on her calves, and climbed up along her knees.

Qiao Xi trembled, raised his foot and trampled several insects into a puddle of juice. The fishy liquid stains her beloved clogs.

"No!" Qiao Xi exclaimed in a low voice.

But more and more poisonous insects had climbed onto her body, and Qiao Xi had gradually lost the ability to struggle. Ears, nose, and even mouth, creepy bugs crawled into her body from all parts of her body. It didn't take long for Qiao Xi to lose any ability to resist, and he was helplessly forced to close his eyes and fell to his knees.

An Qing, who had escaped, stretched out her hand to cover her eyes, unwilling to look at the cruel scene covered by hundreds of insects. It wasn't until all the strange sounds in her ears fell silent and the courtyard was silent that she dared to open her eyes a slit.

The sunlight under the old tree was broken, and in the gap of light and shadow, Qiao Xi was half-kneeling on the ground, his eyes closed peacefully, and his breathing was even.

In front of Qiao Xi, the girl in Miao costume lowered her head and stretched out her hand to shake back and forth in front of her eyes.

An Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and said thank you a little awkwardly: "Thank you for saving your life." ”

The girl in the sunlight turned around, and the silver rings on her body rattled. "It's fine. You are a friend of Zhao Wu'an. ”

This sentence made An Qing's gloomy mood slightly better, and she nodded to Dailou Sangyu: "Thank you." You're his friend, too, aren't you?"

The first time I met in the inn, this strange girl really made her wary for a while. Zhao Jushi, who was immature and ignorant, said that he was going to take a Miaojiang girl on a long trip, how could he not make her worry.

However, goodbye to the two Zhejiang Mansions, Dailou Sangyu resolutely undertook the work of ensuring her safety. Although only a trace of An Qing will be killed by Qiao Xi, at least everything is under the control of Dailou Sangyu. Heart-devouring Gu into the brain, although Qiao Xi will not die, but with her little skill, she will not want to open her eyes within three hours.

"Friend?" Dai Lou Sangyu tilted his head, "It's not a friend, I'm his sister." ”

An Qing's heart, which had been put down, was lifted again.

Zhao Wu'an, Zhao Wu'an, what dynasty are you?

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The two figures, one in front of the other, were twenty zhang apart from each other, and they swept quickly outside the city of Hangzhou. The Jianghu children resting in the teahouse felt that their eyes flickered, and they could only see two clothes past, but they had long since disappeared.

"It's a master!" the guests in the teahouse glanced at each other, and their eyes were full of excitement to see the master's moves.

The two people you chased after me didn't think so.

Nie Xinglu ran wildly in front of him with all his strength, and Hu Buxi, who had been like a wind and thunder, chased after him, but he didn't fall behind, and there was a faint tendency to shrink the distance shorter and shorter. Although Nie Xinglu had heard that Hu Buxi's kung fu was not bad, he didn't expect that he would be able to pursue him for so long without showing his decline. Nie Xinglu is a real second-grade master! He doesn't like it, how many are he ranked in the rivers and lakes?

"Hu Zhutou, give up. Luo Shen relics, my Nie Xinglu is bound to get it!" He shouted at Hu Buxi, who was behind.

Hu Buxi, who was carrying a knife, smiled: "What a bullshit Luo Shen relic, Lao Tzu knows that you have come to Hangzhou for a lot of purpose this time." Kill Xiao Donglai and Luo Guanhai, just to swallow this thing alone, right? Luo Shen? You are fucking insulting Luo Shen!"

"Hu Zhutou, I didn't kill people. But since you insist on stopping me, don't blame me Nie Xinglu for making a move against the court officials!" Nie Xinglu had already made up his mind to kill, and the sword was unsheathed with a long roar, and it was behind him.

"Hu Zhutou, go one step further, don't blame and be ruthless!" Nie Xinglu yelled.

Hu Buxi's footsteps did not stop, and the momentum was like wind and thunder. Nie Xinglu's heart fell, he turned around and took out his sword, his back to Haoran West Lake, and his sword eyebrows were upside down.

Hu Buxi looked up to the sky and smiled: "It's a good way to get drunk and greedy! Then you might as well take a look at my little broken beard knife, which can have a bit of your might!"

Draw the knife out of its sheath.

Hu Buxi's knife split half a mile.