The King of Jiuli on the grassland, although he did not face Wang Li's official sword, but in the past ten years, the people of the world have been looking forward to it, and there must be a battle between the two, and this battle is also expected by the warriors of the world.

It must have been the most heart-wrenching battle in the world.

But one of the protagonists, the world-famous King of Jiuli, was stabbed to death here with a sword, directly piercing his throat.

In this battle, both sides made only one move.

Because the confrontation between real masters is often life and death in an instant, it seems to be just a move, but in fact, it has gathered all the essence and spirit, and has done everything possible.

Li Wenshuo clenched his left hand into a fist, put it to his mouth, coughed twice, his face was pale, and he looked very weak.

Then with a wave of his right hand, the brilliance flashed, and the blade easily cut off Wu Yangu's head, and a fountain of blood soared five feet high.

The stunned soldiers in the barracks finally reacted, and after the fear passed, they gathered together, and all superfluous emotions turned into anger.

They rushed with their weapons and roaring.

Li Wenshuo glanced up, there was no longer the shadow of the black fox on the boulder, and when he picked up Wu Yangu's head, he knew that he should go.

Before leaving, he glanced over the side of him at a dark corner where a man was bent and armed.

Wearing a single coat, the cold wind was blowing on his face, but he was sweating profusely.

The bow is like a full moon, but the arrow is delayed.

He saw Li Wenshuo's eyes, and there was a murderous intent looming in those eyes.

His face was pale, and for a moment, the bow and arrow in his hand almost came out of the string.

But he held back, for he knew that if he shot this arrow, he would surely die.

He couldn't stop that sword.

The crowd surrounded him, Li Wenshuo took a sword in his hand, and dozens of people in the direction of the camp staggered in an instant, people turned on their backs, and their bones were broken and bleeding.

He walked out, tired when he came, and leisurely when he went.

War horses, feathered arrows, winter rain, cold winds, everything was left behind by his steps.

He swept up the treetops and submerged into the jungle, and everywhere he passed, like a fresh breeze, the tigers and leopards looked around, still at a loss, and did not know what to do.

In order to prevent the fire from going out, before leaving, Li Wenshuo added a lot of firewood, which was a burn-resistant peach wood branch, and the flame was still burning.

He looked at the footprints left on the snow, looked at the incense stick that was casually thrown on the ground, his face twitched slightly, and he regained his calm, expressionless, as if he had nothing to do with himself.

But as long as those who are familiar with him know, at this time, he must have been angry, sad and confused to the extreme.

With a flick of his sleeve, the burning fire was extinguished instantly, leaving only the burnt black wood still smoking, staggered by the windless wind.

He stepped on the tiny, trivial footprints on the ground.

His feet were relatively large, and they completely covered the footprints, and after walking through them, there was no trace of the original one.

At this moment, he no longer stepped on the snow without a trace, like an ordinary traveler, staggering, but extremely stable walking on the snow, stepping on the footprints.

He had been walking for a quarter of an hour, and a broken mark appeared on the dead branch, with a trace of rags on it.

Li Wenshuo squinted his eyes slightly and continued to move forward.

......

Fang Wenlan hurriedly walked on the snow, looking frightened, she wanted to continue to guard the fire behind the stones, but suddenly discovered something.

Chu He said that the fate of the black fox is closely related to Li Wenshuo, Li Wenshuo will be born if he is born, and he will die when Li Wenshuo dies.

Isn't her own life closely related to Li Wenshuo?

If Li Wenshuo hadn't died, he would have guessed that he had been poisoning him all these days, so how could he still have a chance to live?

Thinking of this, she was terrified, and could no longer care about her fear of this unknown jungle, so she hurriedly ran down the mountain, scratched by the branches, frostbitten by the wind and snow, she didn't care, she just wanted to stay as far away from here as possible.

But when a person is in a hurry, he can make a mistake, and when she ran, she did not pay attention to a stone under her feet, and suddenly she tripped and rolled on the ground twice, and fell on the soft snow, but fortunately she was not injured.

But she didn't get up, she lay on the ground, buried her face in the snow, and sobbed quietly.

It was a long time before she raised her head, her little face was red from the cold, her eyes were red from crying, and the world was blurry in front of her eyes.

But she could still see the black shadow in front of her, she looked up, and saw Li Wenshuo dressed in white, standing in front of her, looking at her condescendingly.

If he had seen her fall, he would have reached out and lifted her up.

But at this moment, he didn't move.

"Li Wenshuo. ”

Her voice trembled a little, but she still spat out the three words, with pleading and uncontrollable fear in her eyes.

Li Wenshuo suddenly smiled and said: "You really know me, a woman who doesn't know martial arts, it's really much easier to get close to me than those martial arts masters, let's say, who instructed you to come." ”

Hearing Li Wenshuo's words without the slightest emotion, without the gentleness and ridicule of before, Fang Wenlan was stunned, then smiled self-deprecatingly, got up from the ground with some difficulty, stared at Li Wenshuo's eyes, and did not retreat.

"Nobody instructed me, I just want you to die. ”

The girl said this calmly, Li Wenshuo's heart twisted, but he still said with a smile: "Just want me to die, interesting, there are many people in this world who want me to die, but they all have their reasons, I don't know which one you are." ”

"The revenge of killing my father is not shared. ”

When the girl said this, her teeth creaked, Li Wenshuo stood very close to her, and could clearly feel the pain and hatred in her eyes, but there was no wave in his heart.

"Who is your father. ”

"Fang Lianshan. ”

Li Wenshuo frowned slightly, and his heart was a little bitter, because he couldn't remember who this person was, he had killed many people in his life, but few of them really remembered their names.

As if seeing what he was thinking, the hatred in the girl's eyes was even stronger, and she sneered and said: "Hehe, of course you won't remember, do you still remember that in the seventeenth year of Jingde, when you first came out of the rivers and lakes, did you kill the one-eyed child on Huanggang Road?"

Li Wenshuo's heart was shocked, and his thoughts brought him back to a few years ago, and the appearance of Boss Hu, Huang Sange, Ling Hushanke and others appeared in his mind, and at the same time, he naturally remembered this Huanggang Road robber one-eyed.

If he did it again, he would still kill him without hesitation, but no matter whether this one-eyed child should die or not, whether he should be killed or not, he is Fang Wenlan's father after all, and he has a more elegant name, called Fang Lianshan.

No matter what the identity of the father is, it must be in the child's heart.

He killed the girl's father, and she was only twelve years old at the time.

This is indeed a hatred that is not shared.

Li Wenshuo thought about it, sneered, and said: "Not bad reason, but I still want to hear who is the person behind you, a twelve-year-old girl, who has been waiting for four years with hatred, and harmed me with such means, I categorically don't believe it." ”

Fang Wenlan's fingers were trembling, she smiled bitterly, looked at Li Wenshuo coldly, and said, "You kill me, I won't say anything, haha, you are happy, I can't kill you anymore, however, I will be below, waiting for you to accompany me." ”

"Good. ”

Li Wenshuo slowly drew his sword, his broken teeth grinding past the scabbard.

The trembling on Fang Wenlan's body became more and more severe, but she closed her eyes slightly, waiting for death.

There are not many people in the world who can face death safely, they are all great Buddhists who see through life and death, or practitioners who have a difficult path.

Fang Wenlan is just a little girl.

She originally thought that she was not afraid of death, but at this moment, life and death were in the next moment, she closed her eyes, and she could already feel the killing intent rushing to her face, which was colder than the howling north wind.

The next moment she was going to die by the swordsman's sword.

A huge fear rose in her heart, her limbs slowly stiffened at a speed visible to the naked eye, Fang Wenlan's hands and feet were cold, and she felt as if she had become a stone.

A light flashed in the darkness.

Is that what it feels like to die?

His sword was so fast that it wouldn't hurt a person's throat to cut it.

Fang Wenlan thought like this, and suddenly thought that a dead person would not think so much.

So she opened her eyes and watched the swordsman's back slowly fade away.

She was a little puzzled, looked at the black hair falling from the ground, suddenly collapsed, staggered two steps, fell to the ground, and cried.