The death of the old man did not cause much turmoil, but only provided some after-dinner conversation for the people in the tavern.

He is like a gust of wind, when he is alive, people know that he is alive, but the rivers and lakes are still the same rivers and lakes, and when he is dead, people know that he is dead, but the rivers and lakes are still the rivers and lakes, as if nothing has changed.

In the fourth year of the apocalypse, the war is still going on, and the position on the front line has stabilized.

Although the Black Thorn Cavalry is strong, once the situation on Liyang's side is stabilized, all parties continue to increase their troops, and even once they have the advantage, the good news from the front line floats over like raindrops.

Lingxiu Town, Zhongzhou.

A small single-family courtyard on the north side of town.

An old locust tree in the corner of the yard did not move, and the messy dead branches seemed to cast a fishing net into the sky.

The owner of the small courtyard is a very old man, he loves to drink, and when he gets drunk, he brags when he meets people, saying how powerful he was when he was young, and it is not a problem to split dozens of people with an axe.

The people in the town only laughed when they heard it, everyone knew that the old man was a good person, even if he was a child, he would shout when he met a grandfather on the left and a grandfather on the right, as long as he was happy, he would definitely buy you a sugar gourd.

There are many such old people in the world, and there is nothing surprising about it.

The old man was already dead, and he was lying in his small courtyard, without the slightest wound on his body.

There was a man standing in front of him, who was holding a very dirty and greasy butter paper umbrella during the day, and he frowned slightly, feeling that his killing skills were a little rusty.

Standing under the locust tree, he raised his head and could see the towering and cold Lingxiu Mountain, which reached into the sky.

The real purpose of his coming here is Lingxiu Mountain.

As for taking this order, killing an old man with gray hair and no resistance is indeed just a cover-up, or a casual one.

He kills people and kills, never caring who he kills, whether it is a good person or a bad person, to be precise, he kills anyone.

He never felt guilty, because in his eyes, when he took the order to kill someone, it was just a knife, and the real murderer was his enemy, or the person who wanted to kill him, and when a person died, who would say that a knife was guilty?

He stood alone in the courtyard, slowly squatted down, held the black dagger in his right hand, and began to sharpen the knife, when the knife was sharpened, the water was very clear, and after grinding, the water was still very clear, but it exuded a faint fragrance.

The pitch-black blade glistened in the sunlight.

The wooden door creaked open, and a man with a book in his hand walked in, about fifty or sixty years old, laughing, shouting Brother Hongyi as he walked, I haven't seen you for many days, if you are good lately.

Then, however, his smile stopped abruptly.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, his face instantly became gloomy, his eyes turned to the man holding the umbrella beside him, and said coldly: "You did this?"

Lao Huang looked up at him, looked him up and down, then nodded and asked, "Who are you?"

"Nie Seventeen!"

The other party was so angry that he almost gritted his teeth and glared at him angrily.

Nie Seventeen is a wonderful person.

One hundred and fifty years ago, there was a family called the Nie family in Chang'an, the Nie family was very large, there were many children in the family, and he was the seventeenth in the family, so people called him Nie Seventeen.

called a lot, and when people asked him in the future, he only replied that his name was Nie Seventeen, and later, he couldn't even remember what his name was.

Nie Qiqi pulled out a three-foot-long Pu knife from the one-foot-long scroll.

It's impossible to look at it.

Lao Huang couldn't imagine how this person hid the three-foot long knife in a one-foot scroll.

Swords are possible, because swords have soft swords, and there are rapiers.

But the knife is not good, the knife must be strong and powerful.

Nie Seventeen's life is quite exciting.

When he was young, he participated in the imperial examination, was in the Tanhua, served as an official in the imperial court, and served as a state assassin.

At the age of thirty, he gave up literature and martial arts, began to practice knives, and created a set of knife techniques, which had seventeen strokes and seventeen variations of one move, and was also famous in the rivers and lakes.

But then he disappeared.

No one would have thought that he would come to Lingxiu Mountain and dedicate the rest of his life here.

He was very loyal to what he was doing and thought it was a very interesting thing.

But he really likes to make friends, so he often changes his identity and goes down the mountain to make some friends who can drink and eat meat together.

He only made friends for seventeen days, and after seventeen days he was gone.

Because friends always die, and he will not die for a long time, and he will never die in the future.

"I don't know you. ”

Lao Huang looked down at the dagger in his hand, stunned, not knowing what he was thinking.

Nie Seventeen's face was like frost, and he said in a cold voice: "You don't need to know me, and you are not qualified to know me. ”

After speaking, he slashed at Lao Huang with a knife.

This knife came down head, the momentum sank vigorously, Sen Ran knife gang swallowed at the tip of the knife, a knife fell, there were seventeen changes, seventeen killing moves, a hundred years of tempering, almost perfect.

Nie Qiqi thought that there were few people in the rivers and lakes who could compare with him in terms of using knives.

But Lao Huang's expression did not change at all.

He only glanced at it, and saw seventeen changes and thirty-six flaws in this knife.

The more changes, the more flaws there are, and Lao Huang feels that this person named Nie Seventeen is a little stupid.

He had felt that his methods of killing had become rusty, that this kind of thing always needed to be practiced, and that he hadn't killed for too long.

He got up, stepped up, and the dagger stabbed into Nie Seventeen's heart, stabbing straight through, without any change.

Nie Qiqi's expression froze, and he looked down at the black handle on his chest, the black blade had completely submerged into this body, and blood gradually flowed out, staining half of his body red.

Suddenly, his expression became hideous and terrifying, he sneered, and said, "Very good, you actually killed me once, wait, I will cut you to pieces with one sword." ”

A dead man cannot kill.

So Lao Huang was a little puzzled, and glanced at his knife again, the blood that flowed out turned black, and the poison on the knife began to work, confirming that Nie Seventeen would definitely die.

But Nie Qiqi still had a cruel smile on his face.

The corpse fell, but Nie Seventeen was still standing in front of him, his expression changing from a sinister smile to a shocked look.

It was a pale blue phantom.

Wearing a lilac regular clothes, his face is wide, his cheeks are sunken, and his cheekbones are like two stones that are exposed to the water.

Lao Huang's pupils shrank, a little stunned, and then he understood, it turned out that this was the person from Lingxiu Mountain, those who should have died a long time ago but did not die.

The two looked at each other for two breaths, and Nie Qiqi didn't understand, why he was still here, shouldn't he just go back to the ice coffin?

Then he glanced up at the butter-paper umbrella above his head, it was dark, the warm sunlight could not penetrate the slightest, and the world under the umbrella was like hell to him, cold and unusual.

But he was just a spirit, and he shouldn't have felt the heat or cold.

"Dementor Umbrella!"

Nie Qiqi's eyes suddenly showed great fear, and he let out a miserable howl, but the sound did not come out of the darkness under the umbrella, but was cut into a point of light by a black dagger.

......

In the thirty-three heavens of Lingxiu Mountain, there are hundreds of ice coffins here, and there is a pale body in each ice coffin, some of them have old faces and even breathing, and some of them have even decayed in the body with their souls.

Suddenly, several cracks appeared on an ice coffin, and the two white-clothed bodhisattvas guarding the place looked panicked, and their pupils were full of fear.

On this day, on Lingxiu Mountain, the unknown place was greatly shaken.

They seek eternal life, but in recent times, one after another has died among them.

This has not happened in hundreds of years.

With Nie Seventeen's divine soul strength, if there is no accident, there will be no problem in holding out in the world for another two or three hundred years.

The last one to kill was Li Juexian, so who is the one who kills now?

No one knows this, because although they have the same goal, they do things in their own way on weekdays, and they never ask each other questions, while Nie Seventeen is a person who is not very peaceful.

"I'm not surprised at all about Nie Seventeen's death, it's a miracle that I can live like this all day long. ”

Dongfang Jie was talking, but he didn't open his mouth, even in this place, his status was different from ordinary people, as soon as he spoke, whether it was Lin Feng or the Holy Boy and the like, they were all very aware of current affairs and did not speak, their eyes and nose and nose and heart, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

But he is not the only one who is really powerful in this place, and as soon as these words came out, a voice immediately sounded.

"I just hope Chu He doesn't die outside like this, to be honest, do you really think his approach is useful?"

"I don't know if it's useful or not, but at least Shangguan Yu's sword slashed the Heavenly Road is true, proving that this is indeed a path that does exist. ”

"It does exist but it may not be feasible, the road is dangerous, even Shangguan Yu doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, let alone someone else?

"I don't know. ”

Dongfang Jie was stunned, when he was at the peak, he was a master of swordsmanship, and he thought he was invincible in the world, but he never had the courage to make a sword to the sky, and now even if he has this idea, he is powerless.

"You don't know?"

There was anger in his voice.

"Nangong Jue, we have no choice. ”

As soon as these words came out, the heaven and earth composed of ice and snow fell into a deathly silence again.