Under the Dome Mountain, snowflakes are flying. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was a lonely boat on the river, an orange lantern on the boat, and the white snow shrouded the river, only the lights reflected a terrible mask. Like the evil ghost in front of the Yama Temple, this evil ghost also carried a strange weapon, wrapped in black cloth, taller than a human.

On a snowy night, everything is dead and silent, even this mask with green fangs is silent.

The sound of cold breathing came from under the mask, turning into a cloud of white gas, soaring across the vast river.

There was snow on the river, and there was always one snow a year, and every time it snowed, a new wrinkle was added.

People age, even killers.

- "I've heard that killers are cold-blooded, and since blood is cold, the metabolism is slower, and they should be able to live for a long time." ”

"Snakes are also cold-blooded animals, do they live a long life?"

No, a snake has a life of more than ten years at most, and if it is a venomous snake with a fat body and a good taste, the chance of being caught is greater, and how can a cold-blooded animal that often appears on the dinner plate live for a long time?

- "Don't you want to live longer?"

"I think, more than anyone else. ”

- "No matter how you collect money, be sure to help us take off the head of the zenith." After the woman said this, she quickly disappeared, as if she had never appeared.

The boat began to move, and it flowed slowly across the dark, icy river, toward the Cage Mountain.

The cage is crazy, and the sword of the broken army is like thunder.

His sword is fast and ruthless, because it is so fast that the sword body has emitted a buzzing buzz, and this sword is unstoppable!

The old man did not shy away.

He only used a toy wooden sword to block the full attack of the Broken Thousand Army, a wooden sword so small...... Po Qianjun said: "For so many years, you have kept regressing, and I practice day and night, how can it be the result of ten years ago?"

The old layman said: "The sword is born from the heart, you only pay attention to the sharpness of the sword, and the heart is insufficient, so the sword is fast and not accurate!"

Po Qianjun said: "It's not impossible. ”

The old monk still rubbed the edge of the sword, and dark red blood stains oozed from his waist.

Po Qianjun said: "Don't shield him anymore, you are in front of these tens of millions of disciples, tell me what dirty things Falcon Buyan has done!"

The old layman said: "Everything has nothing to do with Falcon Buyan, I don't believe you are such a foolish person." ”

Po Qianjun sneered: "Yes! Ten years ago, I lost to you, so did the sword, and so did the people, I don't understand! What does she like about you, why is she willing to wander the rivers and lakes with you! And you ...... You're not a man!"

The old monk said: "So you secretly want to oppose me, you want the falcon to die in front of me, so as to take revenge on me." ”

Po Qianjun said: "And you can't stop it." ”

The old layman suddenly coughed up poisonous blood, the tea he had drunk earlier had been poisoned, and his martial arts were disappearing at an incredible speed, and he didn't even have the strength to make a move.

There was murderous aura in Po Qianjun's eyes, and he said: "You will definitely taste my pain, when you give up everything to raise him to such a big age, I will kill him again, cut off his head and put it in front of you, how will you feel?"

The old monk said: "You are really vicious, in vain I deliberately left the Dome Cage Mountain, and the master can only pass on the position of head to you." ”

Po Qianjun shouted, "Stop!" He held the bloody sword and walked towards the falcon step by step.

Falcon didn't say a word and pulled out the remnant sword, and Po Qianjun sneered: "This is your sword?"

A sword that is still missing an inch is like a simple piece of iron set on the hilt, obviously so broken, but it has a murderous aura.

Therefore, Po Qianjun couldn't relax, his whole body was tense, every inch of his skin and every bone was gurgling, and this sword stabbed at Falco's throat!

- Blood splattered.

The blood on his neck was gushing like a spring, but he didn't die. In the most critical moment, the falcon dodged the artery in the neck.

Po Qianjun exclaimed: "You are really a genius, if God keeps you for another ten years, what kind of demon will you become?"

The falcon didn't say anything: "What's the harm in swallowing the sky and eating the sea?"

Po Qianjun said: "You can't dodge the next sword anymore." ”

Hayabusa sneered, laughing so palpitating that it made people feel nervous from the inside out, and Po Qianjun shouted, "What are you laughing at?"

There was no next sword.

A sword, Hayabusa Buyan gambled his life on a sword! This sword was too fast and too sharp! So that Po Qianjun didn't notice it, Falcon Buyan slowly pulled the sword out of his throat, and the blood would not touch his clothes, and Po Qianjun still retained a standing posture. His body hadn't realized that the man was dead, and it was true that it was a powerful swordsmanship, a deadly sword that shouldn't have appeared in the world.

Falcon walked towards the old monk without saying a word, he couldn't help frowning every time he walked, he was like walking through red-hot charcoal, walking past a mountain of sharpened knives...... Any slight movement makes him worse than death, and the pain can be imagined.

Blood suddenly dripped from the corner of his mouth, and the blood dripped into his pale chin, like a ghost. Because he was restrained, he bit his tongue so that he would not faint.

Falcon Buyan carried the old layman with incredible strength, and he greeted everyone like this.

The old layman reprimanded angrily: "Falcon doesn't speak, you let me go!"

Jin Duo shouted: "Senior brothers, he dares to kill the teacher! We must clear the portal! Whoever dares to retreat is a bad seed!" Everyone was incited, and immediately drew their swords, and a few bold people had already surrounded the falcon without saying a word.

The old man shouted, "Stand down!"

The disciples arched their hands and said, "Please forgive me, uncle, we must get rid of this evil man, lest he harm the world in the future." ”

Hayabusa didn't say a word, he just clutched his sword tightly, and blood was dripping from his arm.

There are too many rights and wrongs in the world, and Falcon Buyan is too lazy to distinguish between them, he said coldly: "Don't stand in my way." ”

Jin Duo scolded the Quartet and shouted: "What if we stop you? Not only will we stop you, but we will also strip you of your skin and bones and sacrifice you to the zenith of the Dome Mountain! If Uncle Shi dares to shield you, then we will deal with it together!"

The sword has been unsheathed! The surrounding disciples have broken their hands and feet, they roar like pigs and dogs, and those who practice martial arts have broken their hands and feet, isn't it more painful than death.

The old layman's eyes were red, and he scolded: "Falcon don't speak!"

The falcon didn't say anything, just pointed his sword, tens of millions of people below, and the snow whistling in the sky.

Is he really a demon?

Didn't he have a trace of emotion, a trace of hesitation?

Hayabusa is such a person, those who are good to him will be silently remembered in his heart, and those who are threatening to him will not be soft. He is even willing to fight to the death for the sake of his friends, and all his disciples have no intersection with him, so he may really kill everyone mercilessly. He didn't react much when he heard his fate, but when he heard that Jin Duo was going to kill the old layman, he moved to kill.

When the sword is unsheathed, blood will be seen.

But can the falcon still be able to draw a sword without saying anything?

With just two swords, Hayabusa's arm bone was broken, and his right hand was trembling, because his hand was crippled, and he still maintained the posture of clutching the sword. If this continues, these thousands of people need thousands of swords, and he is tantamount to suicide.

The crowd roared and rushed to them, and the white clothes were like an avalanche.

Hayabusa exhaled a long breath, his voice was soft, and he said, "Thank you...... Nurturing grace. ”

The sword cut into his left hand, and he didn't even want to keep his left hand.

The old layman burst into tears, and he pointed his hands at an acupuncture point, which was a unique acupoint, and the strength of a stick of incense increased dramatically, and he would definitely die after a stick of incense.