Nie Yuan is dead!

Nie Yuan, who single-handedly killed the five thieves in Mobei, is dead!

The head of the Zhenlong Dart Bureau, Nie Yuan, who is known as the "One Fist Man" in the desert, is dead!

Die at the Yunlai Inn, at the hands of a masked man!

Everyone seemed to be dreaming, they couldn't believe this fact, who would have thought that Nie Yuan, who had just fought with the great thief Bai Gap for no less than two hundred moves and did not lose the wind, would be so confused that his head would be cut off with a sword?

The first to react was Nie Yunxing, his eyes were red, they were bloodshot, and his eyes looking at Xu Zidao were full of hatred, eager to skin him, drink blood, and eat meat.

His face was pale, and his appearance was even more hideous, he stared at Xu Zidao deadly, suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, and then rushed to Xu Zidao with an arrow step, and raised his hand to blast it with a punch.

He wants to blow the person in front of him into slag, and he wants to avenge his father.

This is the revenge of killing the father, and it is not shared with the sky.

Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, hatred must be washed away with blood.

He wanted to use Xu Zidao's head to pay tribute to his father's spirit in the sky.

The dream is very full, but the reality is very cruel.

The fist he blasted out was grabbed in Xu Zidao's hand and couldn't move.

Even if he blushed, he couldn't pull his fist out of Xu Zidao's hand, his strength was ridiculously weak.

He is like a chicken that has been choked by the throat, and can only struggle weakly, at most he only stretches out his paws twice to express his anger and helplessness.

It is almost impossible to try to scratch the opponent, and the grasshopper shakes the tree, and it is not enough to do it.

Xu Zidao's right hand surged out with a force, and Nie Yunxing's body suddenly flew up like a broken sack as if it had been hit hard, and fell a few feet away, he didn't even look at him, walked directly past him, and walked towards the door.

No one dared to hinder him, and wherever Xu Zidao passed, everyone avoided him, and they didn't even have the courage to look at him.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Bai Gap's mouth, his back was unconsciously soaked with sweat, if the sword just now was stabbed at him, would he be able to dodge?

The answer is no, no matter how he dodges, the ending is the same, the same fate as Nie Yuan.

The speed that he was usually proud of was also insignificant in front of this sword, which was a kind of crushing of strength.

Xu Zidao came to Nie Erniang, his body stopped, and he had to stop.

Nie Erniang had already stretched out her hand to block his way, her eyes were full of complexity, her teeth were biting her red lips lightly, and the expression on her face was a little painful.

"Why?"

Her voice was as crisp as ever, like a yellow warbler out of the valley, but with a hint of coldness, as if the distance between the two of them had suddenly widened a lot.

"That's what he owes me. ”

Xu Zidao's voice is still so clear and beautiful, and his eyes are still so beautiful and pure.

Nie Erniang looked at the man in front of her who was a head taller than him, feeling that he was so strange, she never seemed to really know him.

"What does he owe you worth his life?"

"This world should not owe it. ”

"What is it?"

"Blood Debt!"

Nie Erniang suddenly felt a little distressed, and the pain was uncomfortable.

Those two words seemed to be a sharp knife cut in her heart, and how deep the hatred must have to be to say it in such a calm tone.

Taking a deep breath, Nie Erniang's outstretched hand still didn't take it back, "You can't leave tonight!"

"Why?"

"You killed someone, and I'm the master here, and I'm responsible for the guests here"

"But I'm still leaving"

"You can't go"

"You can try!"

......

After Nie Erniang glanced at Xu Zidao with a complicated face, her body suddenly moved, very light, like a butterfly, not only elegant but also beautiful.

Her weapon was a blue sword, three feet long, with a shining blade that flowed brightly and movingly.

It is also a famous sword.

The blue jade sword is the proud work of the predecessors of the famous swordsmiths in the rivers and lakes today.

Sharpen iron like mud, blow hair and break hair, hard and abnormal.

It was included in the famous sword master Liu Xiangru's "Famous Sword Spectrum of Jianghu", ranking eighty-seventh.

Nie Erniang is a set of women's swordsmanship, the wind dance willow sword, according to legend, it is created by Li Tianzhao, a monk of Liuquan, the swordsmanship is soft and elegant, the moves are gorgeous and flexible, rigid and soft, fast and slow, it is one of the best swordsmanship in the desert.

The corners of Xu Zidao's mouth drew an arc, his body fluttered like catkins, and when the wind blew there, he drifted there.

Although Nie Erniang's swordsmanship is exquisite and fast, she always can't touch Xu Zidao's body, and every time she is about to touch the corner of Xu Zidao's clothes, he will swing away with the help of the thrust of the sword move, which makes her really uncomfortable.

Xu Zidao makes it natural for catkins to follow the wind, which is also a first-class light work in the rivers and lakes, which is comparable to the swallows in the white gap.

If you talk about dodging and unloading ability alone, it is even better.

Nie Erniang knew that he was no longer Xu Zidao's opponent, but he still wanted to give it a try, how big the gap was between him and him, this temptation didn't even touch the corner of his clothes, and Erniang was naturally a little lost and frustrated in her heart.

But she is indeed the kind of person who refuses to admit defeat and is stubborn to the end, the more she can't touch the corners of Xu Zidao's clothes, the more she insists, and she has the strength not to hit the south wall and not look back.

Xu Zidao suddenly didn't want to leave the Yunlai Inn, there were people who made him feel happy and happy.

It was an experience he had never had in the last eighteen years.

He's still a teenager!

He had almost forgotten that he was still a teenager.

There was a touch of loneliness and depression in his eyes.

At a time when he should have been carefree, he was forced to wander all over the world for his home, and when he should have been freshly dressed and angry, he was forced to lick blood and wander the world.

With a slight sigh, Xu Zidao's body appeared behind Nie Erniang, and his left hand slapped her with a sword sheath on her, and a wisp of swishing sound sounded in the air.

At this time, it was the fatal moment when Nie Erniang's front strength was exhausted, and her pretty face suddenly turned pale, and this gap was enough to kill her.

Xu Zidao didn't want to kill her, he only killed three kinds of people in his life, enemies, villains, and people who forced him to draw his sword, Nie Erniang happened to be among them.

He couldn't even hurt her, so how could he be willing to kill her?

In the past eighteen years, except for the sword slave predecessors, she is the only one who makes him feel warm.

The scabbard slapped on Nie Erniang's body, and a huge force poured out from above, and her body flew up involuntarily, flying towards the back, and did not stop until it was on the stage.

Her body wasn't hurt, not even anything, just a little delay.

It was these few breaths that Xu Zidao had disappeared, as if he had disappeared out of thin air, and the entire inn did not notice that he was gone.

Nie Erniang instantly jumped up from the platform and flew towards the gate.

The gate was already open, and the snow was still blowing outside, and there was an extra line of footprints on the snow, but the owner of the footprints had long been gone.

Nie Erniang's body shook, and she seemed to be a little weak, and she wanted to collapse to the ground.

She hurriedly held on to the door of the inn and stopped her figure, but tears flowed down her cheeks, and her mouth moved, as if she was muttering.

"You...... Do you just want to leave? Don't you even want to leave your name?"

The only thing that responded to her was the call sign of the wind and snow.

The hearts of everyone in the inn finally relaxed, no need to worry about it anymore, that murderer, no, it was the devil who left, they were relieved, but they took pity on Mr. Nie's dart, but the hero's life ended up like this.

A kind-hearted guest walked up to Nie Yunxing and patted him on the shoulder, wanting to comfort him, but he could only sigh twice when he saw that scene.

The results have already been produced, so what's the point?

Nie Yunxing's eyes were full of hatred, and his handsome face was distorted at the moment, he wanted to avenge his father, he wanted to kill this devil.

Slowly pacing in front of Nie Yuan's corpse, Nie Yunxing put his father's head back in place, closed the dead eyes, took out a silk scarf from his pocket, and carefully wiped the blood stains on Nie Yuan's body.

Suddenly, he found something his father's chest, and when he opened the clothes on his chest, a small pocket sword the length of his thumb suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"It's ......"

Many people's faces changed, and they looked at each other, as if they could see the horror on each other's faces, this pocket little sword was exactly the same as that found on the corpse of Liu Huanan, the master of the Wuhua Sect.

"It's him!"