"Have you heard, that man won again, and he picked up eighty-seven sword masters from east to west, just to sharpen his sword. ”

In Baoding City, some chivalrous guests on the drunken cloud tower were discussing one after another, and the originally noisy sound suddenly disappeared, and then they all pricked up their ears.

"Alas, what a freak, it is said that no one has forced him to use his other hand so far, and he has never even used a second sword. ”

Someone sighed, and there was something strange in his tone.

"Have you ever seen a man who fought with his left hand and his right hand? Some people have seen him feeding his sword with his own blood, and under the mixture of sword and blood, his internal strength has become so cold that even his hair has turned white. ”

Another person spoke, but his tone was very strange, and he even said that he was a little frightened, and his eyes trembled slightly, as if he had seen something terrible.

"The way to enter the demon, he is indeed about to enter the demon, I heard that someone saw him roaring alone in the snow like a mad demon only hated that he had not met an opponent. ”

Someone sighed.

"Have you heard, that person actually sent a battle post to Jing Wuming and Guo Songyang at the same time, look at his trip, if he defeats this, I'm afraid he will go to Emei Wudang, those two major factions are famous for their swordsmanship, he will definitely go." ”

Immediately, the restaurant was in an uproar.

Is it possible? Those three words popped up in everyone's minds, but then they thought that the man's record might not be impossible.

"It is also said that when he left, he sent a war letter to the flying swordsman for five years. ”

Someone else said.

"Aren't they friends?

Some people are puzzled.

"Today, there are a few peak swordsmen, and if he wants to take a step closer, he can only fight to the death, and the flying swordsman is the best swordsman in the world......"

At this point, everyone understands.

......

Autumn, the leaves are bleak, the chill is rising, this is a heavenly killing machine, everything is withering, no one can reach it, and there is suddenly a touch of slaughter and loneliness between heaven and earth.

In the night, I saw a figure on the originally empty street, thin, but straight, with fallen leaves under his feet, but this person walked on it without the slightest sound, as if his feet had not landed.

The man's seemingly ordinary steps, a few steps were dozens of feet away, and he didn't stop until he reached a small shop on the side of the street.

At this time, there were many figures standing in front of the small shop, but at this moment they were all holding their breath, as if they had seen something terrible, whether they were enemies or friends.

The same is true in the small shop, which was originally a little quiet, because there were few boring conversations in it before, but now there are not even a few.

An autumn wind blew past the man, and then there was a chill as if the man were a piece of ice.

Everyone could see clearly that in the dim and miserable light of the shop, there stood a figure like a sculpture, his hair dancing wildly in the cold wind, it was a white hair, like snow, and he was carrying a dark blue sword in his hand.

Many of the people who carried the sword were trembling, and they suddenly regretted why they had practiced the sword in the first place.

"Tuk ...... ......"

Suddenly there was a strange sound in the store, with a hint of hesitation, like a beating drum, which made everyone's hearts even more dull.

A person walked out slowly, under the light, this person was unkempt, his face was like the bottom of a pot, his face was full of scars, his triangular eyes, sweeping eyebrows, his nose was surprisingly big, and his mouth was surprisingly big, in fact, even if there was no scar on this face, it was already scary ugly.

It's just that at this moment, the man's face is a little gloomy and pale, and his left leg is cut off at the root, and the sound before that is from his crutch.

"There are no sword masters here, you're in the wrong place. ”

The man hissed, not knowing whether the words had changed a little because of the haste or the cold.

As his words fell, I saw that the standing figure suddenly lit up a pair of eyes from his face, indifferent and calm, but it gave everyone the feeling that it was not the eyeballs that were black and white, but two pieces of ice inlaid with them.

"I heard that the young master of the Money Gang is also a good hand with a sword, and there are few enemies with a fast sword. ”

A hoarse voice suddenly came out, which seemed to resound in everyone's hearts, making everyone who heard it shiver.

"Why are you looking for him? with your swordsmanship, he will not be your opponent, your sword is extremely cold, and you will not be killed or injured under the sword, why not ......"

The man's face suddenly turned even paler when he heard this, and his words became more urgent, but then he felt a pair of eyes suddenly stare at him, and suddenly everyone else secretly let out a sigh of relief.

"Whoever stands in my way is my enemy. ”

The concise answer and the plain words make people feel like they are in the ice and snow.

"Aren't you afraid of that man's move?"

The man with the cane turned pale immediately.

"I can't ask for it. ”

An answer was accompanied by a chilling light, and countless people only felt that their scalps were numb and cold all over their bodies under this light.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

Two rapid buzzing sounds, and the man with the sword slowly walked past the man with the pestle and the cane into the shop.

It was a long time before I heard the sound of falling to the ground and the crutches breaking.

But no one dared to speak, not even move.

In-store.

Many figures sat stiffly.

"Haha. ”

A somewhat reluctant laugh sounded, and then the sound of pouring wine, it was a green-faced man, his waist seemed to be thicker than ordinary people, and he had a hidden murderous intention.

I saw him get a glass of wine and drink it all in one gulp.

"I'd be glad I didn't use a sword. ”

He smiled, and this courage alone was very human.

It was just that as the sword-wielding figure came in, a person in the corner of the shop who seemed to be drunk trembled imperceptibly.

"In two years, I will also look at your sword. ”

For some reason, the figure seemed to have seen something in its mouth with a wave of anger, anger and indisputable meaning.

And there was another person in the store who changed his face, it was the granddaughter of the old man Tianji, Sun Xiaohong, at this moment she covered her red lips and looked at the person who came in in disbelief, but in two years, she couldn't believe that the person in front of her would have changed so much.

"Liu Baiyi?"

She lost her voice, a little unsure that the person with white hair and cold eyes in front of her was actually Liu Baiyi back then.