On the hill outside Johor, the snow accumulated a few days ago has not yet dissipated, and a huge pine tree sticks out obliquely, like a lingzhi with an umbrella cover spread outward, and the snow is covered with snow.

Yi Feng sat on the clean stone that swept away the snow and watched the sun move to the west.

The sun was pale and soft, and its glow spread out to the Johor city in the distance, looking quiet and peaceful. However, this kind of peace is just an illusion, like a dirty thing, as long as it is covered with snow, from a high place, it is all white, bloody, filthy, etc., hidden deep in it, no one wants to see it, no one wants to see it, it is better to be.

At this moment, Yi Feng was not wearing a white suit, but a black night suit.

What he wiped in his hand was not a treasure sword, but an extremely sharp sword, three feet and three inches long, and the sword body was light and thin, reflecting the surrounding snow.

His countenance looked colder than snow.

His pursuers had been led by him to a distance of twenty miles, and after that, he had rushed here with his eight paces.

On the way, he bought this black clothes, hid his dragon slaying knife, and bought this fine sword in another county town.

The sword body was swung out in his hand, and a sword light shone between the heavens and the earth, ethereal as mist, cold as snow.

Little by little, the sun sank to the western mountains, and he sat like this, watching it fall, admiring the beautiful sunlight, and fading between heaven and earth little by little. The reflection of the mountain peaks then elongated, connecting with the shadows of the city and the forest, and gradually spreading towards the mountain.

The darkness engulfed him like a tidal wave, and the last of its rays converged into the air, lingering in the western sky for a brief moment, and then dissipated in vain.

In the dead darkness, he was gone.

Turned into a Grim Reaper who sends warmth to everyone!

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In a large mansion in the north of Joul City, two people sat in the hall, discussing with each other.

One of them snorted, "I didn't expect that kid to be able to escape like this, and he couldn't catch him with so much manpower." This person is Gong Hao, one of the four protectors of the Baking Gang, "Yanying".

The man who sat across the table from him, with a wide face and a narrow forehead, was originally tall, but because of his appearance, he looked a little short and fat, and there was a scar on his neck.

And now, the person who slashed this knife has naturally already broken his bones and scattered ashes in his hands.

The refined posture and fierce eyes reveal the toughness that rolls over in the shadows of the swords and swords on the rivers and lakes, and the ruthlessness of the shots.

This person is one of the four protectors of the Gang "Remnant Leopard" Zhu Remnant, but he is not himself, but others, and those who fall into his hands will always become crippled, and because of this, no one can say clearly whether his name is "Remnant Leopard" or "Cruel".

"A bunch of useless waste!" Zhu Yan's voice was slightly hoarse, which was also the impact of the knife back then, this hoarse voice made his ruthlessness further demonstrated, and he himself was quite satisfied with it.

"That kid surnamed Yi is really difficult to catch," Gong Hao said slowly, "Actually, it's not just us looking for him, the Chengtian Shunyun Alliance is also looking for him, what happened in Weishan must be related to him, if you don't find him out, no one knows what happened in Weishan." But so many people are looking for him, but he can always escape the encirclement, this kid, a little not simple. ”

He said in a low voice: "There is news that he once fought with the wingless killer who killed people at every turn, and almost died together, and he was able to draw with the wingless killer, he is indeed impressive." ”

Zhu Remnant sneered: "What kind of wingless killer and easy to slay dragon, it is that he has not met Lao Tzu, and when he meets Lao Tzu, he will naturally let him know that the rivers and lakes are not so easy to mix." ”

His words are naturally not boasting, as one of the four protectors of the Bake Gang who is only the leader of the gang and sits on an equal footing with the two elders, his yuan-level strength is not a good exercise, nor is it the enviable inheritance of those famous schools or martial arts families, but from the bottom of the rivers and lakes, relying on one fight after another, one breakthrough after another, fighting all the way to the present, and living until now.

In this process, it is not that many so-called martial arts heroes and heavenly pride died in his hands, and what is even worse is that some people can't die if they want to.

The sky outside became darker and darker, and at some point, the fog quietly poured in, at first, the two didn't care, but soon, they began to notice that something was wrong inside.

It's too quiet, even on such a cold night, it's so quiet, it's so unusual.

They glanced at each other, walked out together, and looked around, the weather was too cold, the fog obscured the moonlight, the wind was miserable, and everything was quiet.

Zhu Yan shouted: "Someone!"

No one showed up.

The faces of both of them were a little ugly, both of them were Yuan-level masters, naturally they didn't need any bodyguards, most of their subordinates were sent out to search for the young man surnamed Yi, but even so, there were still a lot of baking gangs and servants who served them here.

But at this moment, in Zhu Yan's shouting, no one appeared, not even a little movement. There is no doubt that all of these people are dead.

With their skills, they didn't even find out in advance that someone was killing people around them, which was originally an extremely weird thing.

Gong Hao said coldly: "What person?

With a bang, in front of them, the heavy bronze door was unopened, and the door rushed open in both directions, and the iron shaft creaked. The icy mist formed mysterious fluctuations, churning in the sky above them and in all directions.

A black shadow, in the thick fog, appeared little by little, stepping in. He was wearing a black shirt and a black scarf, and in his hand, he held a sharp sword, the tip of which pointed diagonally to the ground, and beads of blood flowed down.

"Wingless Killer?" Gong Hao was murderous.

"It seems that he is looking for death!" Zhu Yan's dry voice was like a snake hissing.

There must be some kind of connection between the Wingless Runner and the Chengtian Shunyun Alliance, and even a member of the high-level of the Chengtian Shunyun Alliance, which is something that anyone with a heart can guess. But on the other hand, everyone also knows that the Wingless Runner is almost the same as the four protectors of the Baking Gang and the eight heavenly kings of the Chengtian Shunyun Alliance.

The horror of Wingless Runner lies in his absence of a trace, and his style of doing things that kill people at every turn, he is an assassin and a killer, and this is the most difficult thing for him to prevent. In addition, his identity has never been clarified, although there are various suspicions, but after all, they cannot be confirmed.

Even they couldn't have imagined that this time, the Wingless Runner would dare to appear directly in front of them, the two protectors of the Baking Gang.