The wind had not stopped, but the snow had stopped, and the snow on the martial arts arena of Qingshui Villa was more than two feet thick. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the new snow that just fell last night, there were more than a dozen black-clothed people standing still at this time.

Their purpose was the same as those who appeared in the lobby of Falling Snow Valley a few days ago, which was to kill Yang Xiaofeng.

Perhaps, they may not even know the reason why they have to kill Yang Xiaofeng, but what killer kills people and needs a reason?

However, since their purpose was to kill Yang Xiaofeng, why didn't they do it yet?

Probably, just because they are still waiting, they are waiting for Yang Xiaofeng to fall on his own.

Killers don't kill people for the sake of victory or defeat, so they will never act rashly until they are absolutely sure that they can put their opponents to death.

Therefore, they have been waiting.

The killers are confident that a person who has endured such a heavy psychological blow and has not eaten water and rice for many days, under the double torment of mind and body, even if he is still alive, he has long been no different from a dead person.

Therefore, the moment they saw Yang Xiaofeng coming out of the cloud room, the killers were somewhat shocked.

The killers all looked at Yang Xiaofeng in disbelief for a while, their faces full of surprise, surprised that a person's life could be so tenacious.

But after just a moment of surprise, the killers quickly discovered from Yang Xiaofeng's sluggish expression and slightly vain steps that his physical strength was only less than thirty percent of his usual at most.

At this point, is it time to make a move?

At least at this point, it's no longer a risk.

The swords in the hands of the killers had been raised, and the first one smiled cruelly: "Yang Xiaofeng, I can see that you are living a very painful life at this time."

He drew his sword and pointed it at Yang Xiaofeng, and said cruelly: "Then, let's end your suffering."

It seems that life and death are on the line, Yang Xiaofeng feels surprisingly calm in his heart, since he is destined to be inescapable, then face it calmly!

Life or death, what should it be?

Facing the killer's blade, a faint disgust finally appeared in his tired eyes.

He didn't speak, he didn't have a sword in his hand, but he walked slowly and unsuspectingly towards the killers.

He walked so resolutely, without fear, without worry. Perhaps, just to put an end to everything.

In the past, he had faced death directly countless times. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that he has long been accustomed to death.

It can be said that no matter how dangerous the situation he encountered before, he has never killed a person.

He never thought of killing.

So, what about this time?

This time it was no longer the same as before, and that day in the lobby of Falling Snow Valley, he had already killed more than a dozen people.

Facing the killer in front of him, he seemed to remember what Li Muqing had said to him.

"Feng'er, as a real strong man, is not to be invincible in the world, let alone to defeat others. The sword in their hands is not to kill, but to stop the killing, which is the meaning of the existence of the sword in the hands of the strong. The strong are those who are able to protect those who are weak, those who are around them from harm, and those who bring love and light to others. A strong person should feel warm and safe......".

Is he a real powerhouse?

By no means, not only is he not a strong man, he is simply a useless coward, a waste.

It's ridiculous to say anything about protecting his relatives around him, it has always been his relatives who are protecting him. Eleven years ago, he was a mother, and now he is a younger sister, and he has always been a relative who protects him with their lives.

Maybe it's really like Duanmu Xuan said, he will always hide behind women, he is simply a waste, an absolute waste.

It was only a few days ago that he had made a promise to his sister.

"No matter what time it is, my brother will always protect you, and this will never change for anyone......."

But what about the actual situation?

Faced with the person who killed his sister, he didn't even have the courage to avenge her. Although the enemy who killed his sister was in front of him, he ...... But he couldn't do it, why...... Why, exactly?

"No matter what time it is, my brother will always protect you...... , haha......".

Now that I think about it, what a ridiculous promise, it's almost ironic.

Fate really likes to play tricks on people, but in just a few days, he has lost the two most important people in his life.

A close flesh and blood, a loved one in life and death.

Why is all this?

In the past few days, he has asked himself countless times in his heart, why did Luo Wenbin do that day?

Obviously, Luo Wenbin's original intention was to kill him.

Why did Luo Wenbin have to kill him?

He didn't know.

It wasn't until he faced the killers in front of him again that he seemed to understand a little.

But at the same time, he is also caught in painful contradictions and entanglements.

He didn't understand, he had already given up revenge, but why didn't these people let him go?

Maybe it's really because he's too cowardly, too incompetent. So he has always chosen to escape, he has never dared to face reality, he has not had the courage to face reality.

He kept running away until one day, he finally couldn't avoid it.

The cold wind of morning and winter, whistling and rolling up a strong air current, mixed with the falling snow on many roofs, swirled over the martial arts arena in front of the clouds.

The killer's sword finally moved, stabbing directly into Yang Xiaofeng's heart.

Yang Xiaofeng's hand finally moved.

He put his hands out together, perfectly coordinated with each other, his left hand pointing together like a knife, swift and nimble, and slammed into the wrist joint of one of the killers who rushed to the front.

The killer suddenly felt as if his wrist had been hit hard, and the sword in his hand instantly came out of his hand.

The next moment, Yang Xiaofeng's right hand had caught the killer's sword, and then swung it out.

There are no gorgeous battle scenes, no complicated and treacherous move changes, and some are just death.

Isn't it true that killers kill people in the most direct and effective way.

They would never waste a trace of extra strength, and Yang Xiaofeng, he really didn't have much strength.

There is no victory or defeat between the two of them, only life and death.

The moment the blade slashed through the killer's throat, life was taken away by death.

It turns out that life is sometimes so fragile, like a dead leaf in late autumn, withering in the cold wind.

Everything started quickly and ended even faster.

Even the wind stopped, and only hot blood dripped from the blade.

Yang Xiaofeng gasped heavily, there were at least five more wounds on his body, each of which was exposed. Red blood was pouring out of the wound, making his already pale face even paler.

If it weren't for the fact that he only had less than thirty percent of his physical strength left, with his martial arts, he would never have been injured so badly.

However, at least he was still standing at this time, and the killers who fell behind him had no signs of life at all.

Their hideous faces still maintained the cruel sneer before death.

Many of them don't even know how they died.

At the same time, Yang Xiaofeng, who was still barely supporting, kept shaking his body.

He couldn't hold it anymore and fell heavily between the thick snowdrifts.

I only felt a strong sleepiness coming, and Yang Xiaofeng's dizzy mind seemed to have lost the last trace of consciousness.

In the confusion, there seemed to be an anxious voice calling out to him.

"Brother Yang...... Brother Yang ......".

Yang Xiaofeng opened his heavy eyelids with great difficulty, and vaguely saw a purple figure.

At the last moment when his eyes were about to close, he seemed to see clearly, it was a woman. The woman was dressed in purple, and her bewitching face exuded a deep seduction.

She doesn't seem to belong to the world, she's just a bewitching elf.

At this moment, she was shouting at him with great anxiety, but he would not make any more answers.

Finally, Yang Xiaofeng completely lost consciousness and passed out completely.