Early Morning,

Thunderstorm. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It had rained all night.

Wet and dripping, the city is cold.

Pedestrians took shelter in a hurry, because the autumn rain froze the most. This rain was not the coldest, but it was the deadliest. It can freeze into the bone marrow, make people's hands and feet shiver, and even catch the wind chill.

In the small hut, Hayabusa poured a glass of wine.

Next to the wine was the looted dark green box.

It was raining outside the house, and there was a sword at hand.

Hayabusa doesn't say anything, always carries a sword!

Especially at times like these.

Thirteen men with hats came out of the rain and sat together in this deserted hut.

Hayabusa Buyan sat in the middle with Wusu.

The thirteen people sat down at four tables and surrounded the falcon without saying anything.

The men began to drink, glasses rattling in their throats.

After drinking, they began to talk.

"Brother, are you really here to drink?"

"Yes. ”

"Is the wine good here?"

"Not good!"

"How?"

"It's good to have a fishy smell!"

Blood is bloody!

The person who came shouted and slashed his palm towards the back shoulder of Hayabusa!

His hands are like rough stones, and people sigh how there is such an ugly hand in this world.

But this hand can break iron and steel.

Such a blow had to be slashed at Hayabusa's right shoulder, and he wanted to abolish Hayabusa's limbs and torture people to death.

The hand slashed into Hayabusa's shoulder, and the sensation of electric shock spread throughout the man's body!

Which is a man's shoulder, which is clearly harder than diamond!

The bones of his hands had been shattered, crumpled into flesh, and he screamed so badly!

The falcon did not speak: "After the autumn, the mosquitoes are as fierce as tigers, and they are really a little itchy when they bite. ”

Wusu turned his head to look and said, "It's a big mosquito." ”

Hayabusa sighed without saying a word.

The mosquito did not give up, but struck him in the back of the neck with his left fist.

A flash of swordlight!

Even if it is a sword, it has the courage of ten million swords!

Blood was spilled all over the ground.

The severed hand flew on the table, and the upper part of his lower abdomen began to tilt and slide, and he went to the Yama Hall to sign up in an instant.

Quiescence.

There was a deathly silence, as if the heavy rain had also stopped in this scene.

The remaining twelve people threw their flying hats, and then put on a posture, revealing their fierce faces.

"We are the disciples of the 'Horizontal Fist', and the 'Remnant Swordsman' is ready to die!"

Hayabusa didn't say anything, "I have a name. ”

Hengquan everyone: "Since you are going to die, why bother to say your name again, it's just taking off your pants and farting!"

Hayabusa began to drink.

It was as if he were the only one in the hut, with only the sword and the wine.

These people are terrified like never before.

Someone sneered and said, "We have twelve people here, and no matter how fast your sword is, you can only kill three or four." ”

Hayabusa finished his drink and held the glass with his right hand, hidden in his sleeve.

And his left hand seemed to merge with the sword.

"So, who wants to be the first?"

Everyone rushed up!

Everyone's hands and feet have thick calluses, and once they shoot, it is a fatal killing move.

Sword Qi is rampant!

The flesh and blood of those present were separated, and before they could even cry, they fell into the pool.

Just now he was a big living person, but now it has become this tragic situation.

The rain was still falling, and there were still people standing in the huts.

-- The store.

Hayabusa noticed the shopkeeper early on.

Whether it was when the thirteen people were sitting still, or when they were using their own swords to kill, the shopkeeper was always smoking dry tobacco. Even the wine on the table was prepared in advance.

A long smoke pot with a mouthpiece made of green jade and a wax barrel.

As he exhaled his cigarette, the column of smoke floated into the rain in a ring.

Even if such a smoke pot is not worth a lot of money, it is by no means affordable for ordinary people.

The strangest thing is that this store is too detailed.

The shopkeeper laughed, quite personable.

Fortunately, Hayabusa is not a woman, otherwise the store's smile would have fascinated the girl's heart.

The shopkeeper said, "You don't think I'm a drinker." ”

Hayabusa didn't say, "Yes. ”

The hands of the "shopkeeper" are inevitably too delicate, as tender as mutton fat, without the slightest flaw. He was very elongated, and if he wanted to carry drinks back and forth between towns, Hayabusa doubted that the person in front of him would be able to hold out for a round trip.

But such a person has a dangerous aura.

Thankfully, the man had a smile on his face.

There is no one in the world who can smile so attractively.

Hayabusa didn't say anything, but saw the corners of the lips raised under the hat, as delicate as flowers, warmer than a spring day.

The shopkeeper said, "You know I'm here to pick up something." ”

Hayabusa slashed his sword horizontally in front of the box.

"And you know, I'm definitely not going to give it. ”

The shopkeeper's smile did not fade, and he said, "I like falcons because they are strong and beautiful, and taming them is a wonderful process." But he who is willing to starve to death...... I really haven't seen it. ”

Hayabusa was shocked!

He has always been a person, even if he has made waves in the rivers and lakes, he has long since disappeared, how can he know.

This person is not simple.

Falcon's nerves tensed, and he could feel his back soaked with sweat, but he couldn't show a trace of his feet in front of this person, or he would be killed!

"I guess this little girl is from the Qiang tribe, and if there is any mystery hidden in your right arm, so that you can be unscrupulous. ”

Wusu was already hiding behind Hayabusa, and even if she didn't know anything, she could feel the horror of the other party.

Hayabusa clenched his sword tighter.

At this critical moment, the shopkeeper threw some tobacco into the pipe and smoked dry tobacco again.

"Happiness doesn't last long. ”

He covered his hat and left.

Whether he's laughing or not,

Hayabusa didn't say anything, and he thought he was laughing.

This person didn't have an umbrella, even the most hurtful and coldest autumn rain.

Wusu suddenly shot out more than ten poisonous needles!

But this person's internal strength is strong, as if forming an invincible defense around his body, and the needle has not yet flown ten feet into the ground.

When the man walked away, Hayabusa Buyan felt like he had experienced a fierce battle, and his whole body was lying on the table.

There was a cold sweat on his back! There was an indescribable feeling!

Only then did he realize that he had a tiny poison dart stuck in his right shoulder!

He didn't even realize where the dart came from.

It was then!

When the "horizontal fist" man slashed his palm, the store had already secretly shot darts!

It turned out that the kung fu of the "horizontal fist" could not even shake the skin of the nine infants, but was broken by a dart from the "shop".

The high level of his skill can be seen.

Wusu pulled out the poison dart, and when she saw the blade of the dart glowing with green liquid, she said, "Tarantula poison, one drop can kill people." ”

Rain cats and dogs.

The dark green box was on the table, and it never moved.

When a man is killed, he dies,

Since the box is not a falcon, how can it move?

I'm afraid that the explanation for all this is only the end of Jia Yun's long dart "Fengming Hall".

Hayabusa didn't say a word before he realized that he had run out of wine.

Happy things don't last long, and the bottom of the wine is short-lived.

"Who the hell is he?" Hayabusa shook his head, as if to drive all doubts into his mind.

Six days later, on the shore of Xizi Lake, next to Jiuli Dam, it was the time when his enemy was buried!