Silence, death-like silence. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

What's going on here?

Who is this man in black?

And how did he suddenly appear here?

A series of questions instantly emerged from everyone's hearts.

After a long while, the stunned people finally came back to their senses, and the two swords that originally attacked Murong Yan's back stabbed again, but this time it was difficult for them to have a chance.

The man in black has already made a move.

The two swords that struck Murong Yan's back were fast, but the swords in the hands of the man in black were even faster. When the two swords that attacked Murong Yan were still two feet away from Murong Yan's back, the swords in the hands of the man in black had already cut the throats of the two of them.

Two more fell on the field at once.

Shoot two moves and kill three people in a row.

Who is this terrifying man in black?

This was a complete chaos on the field, and Yuan Ao's blood also made the people who besieged Murong Yan completely red-eyed, and at that moment, they all attacked her and the man in black without fear of death.

It's a pity that these people ignore a premise - the one they besieged this time is no longer Murong Yan after exhausting his strength in battle.

When everyone attacked, the man in black suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The people who lost their goal panicked all of a sudden, what is the situation?

The next moment, it felt as if a gust of wind was passing in front of them, and then, before they could understand it, their people had fallen.

Before they could even figure out what was going on, death had already harvested their lives.

Murong Yan's pupils began to shrink instantly, and even with her eyesight, she still didn't see clearly how the man in black acted.

All she saw was a dark shadow floating in front of them, and their throats were severed.

No one could see clearly how the man in black moved, but he just made a move, and more than twenty of the people who were originally besieging him and Murong Yan fell to the ground, and they were completely angry on the spot.

By the time everyone reacted, his people had already stood in front of Murong Yan again.

If it weren't for the fact that more than twenty people had fallen under the sword of the man in black, everyone would have thought that he had never moved half a step from the beginning to the end.

Shock, frightened, to be exact, and absolute horror, everyone was looking at the man in black in horror.

At this moment, there is a question in everyone's mind, is this person a human or a ghost?

If it weren't for a ghost, how could it have such a terrible power, and if it wasn't a ghost, how could it have such a rapid speed?

Murong Yanxiu frowned slightly, looked at the man in black in front of him in horror, and suddenly found that he actually looked a little similar to Yang Xiaofeng.

"Yang ......", if it weren't for the fact that the temperament of the man in front of her was much colder than Yang Xiaofeng, she would almost have exclaimed Yang Xiaofeng's name.

The man in black does look very similar to Yang Xiaofeng, but he is slightly younger than Yang Xiaofeng by one or two years.

The more Murong Yan looked at it, the more he felt that the person in front of him was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. Suddenly, the situation in Blackstone a year ago jumped into mind.

Suddenly, Murong Yan exclaimed, "It's you"?

At this point, she finally remembered who this person was.

"Are you Yang Xiaofeng's younger brother ......"?

The man in black smiled faintly, nodded and said, "Yes, it's me, it's rare that Miss Murong still remembers me."

He was Yang Xiaoling, who had just come up from the bottom of the Ethereal Peak.

Murong Yan pondered for a moment and asked in surprise, "No, why are you here?"

Yang Xiaoling smiled but did not answer.

Murong Yan was about to ask again, when he suddenly heard a person behind him say loudly: "Of course I brought him here."

Before the words fell, a middle-aged man slowly walked towards everyone from the side of the main square.

Everyone was astonished, and they all looked at the man who spoke, and saw that he was fifty miles away. Although his upper body was ragged at this time, and his lower body was only covered with a beast skin, he had a majestic overlord aura on his body, especially those eyes, which were blazing, and there was a compelling heroic spirit hidden in them.

It's just that although he is burly and strong, he limps when he walks, and the span of his steps is not large, so he must have seriously injured his feet.

Song Wuliang's eyes stared at the man for a long time, and when he finally saw the man's face clearly, the man who had lived for more than fifty years suddenly couldn't help but tremble violently.

Murong Yan also stared at the man, only to feel that his heartbeat had completely stopped in an instant.

The man walked over, stood down in front of Murong Yan, and then stretched out his hand to gently rub the hair on the back of Murong Yan's head, his face seemed to be a little excited, and he smiled kindly: "You are my Yan'er, right?"

Murong Yan let the man caress her long hair, although the other party was just a stranger, although she and this man were only meeting for the first time, she did not remove her head. Although she didn't know who the person in front of her was, she felt a strong sense of intimacy with the other party, a sense of intimacy connected by flesh and blood.

She stared at the man in front of her for a long time, and suddenly, she could no longer hold back the excitement and joy in her heart, and threw herself into the man's arms.

At this moment, although no one told her who this man was, she already knew what her relationship with him was.

She finally knew who he was, and she finally knew who he was.

Murong Yan was excited and happy, and plunged into the arms of the man in front of him, crying, and asked stupidly, "You are my father, right?"

The man gently patted the back of Murong Yan's head dotingly, and there seemed to be tears flashing between his vicissitudes of life, but he smiled and nodded: "Yes, yes, my good face, I am Daddy, I am Daddy, I am back."

He looked down at the daughter in his arms and said with a smile: "I can't imagine that after 20 years, when I come back again, my little girl has become such a beautiful big girl, it is really unforgiving."

"Alas......", sighed with emotion, sighed again, he finally looked up at the people on the field, suddenly raised the volume several times, and said: "Introduce yourself, my name is Murong Ke."

He was none other than Murong Ke, who was carried out by Yang Xiaoling from under the Ethereal Peak.

The crowd was in an uproar.

What the three words "Murong Ke" mean, no one can say clearly, maybe it's just a name, but this name seems to have a strange magic.

At present, these people were all gathered by Yuan Ao to besiege and kill Murong Yan and others, but when they heard the name Murong Ke, they no longer had a trace of murder in their hearts, and now, they only wanted the old lady to give them six more legs, so that they could flee for their lives.

However, although they wanted to escape, these people felt like their feet were filled with lead, and it was difficult to move half a step.

The timid ones were already covered with cold sweat and fell directly to the ground, and only a few bold ones were quietly retreating. It's just that when Murong Ke's gaze swept towards them, these people immediately stopped.

This time, Song Wuliang and the remaining two of the Ethereal Seven Shows helped the other three who had been seriously injured and Duanmu Xuan to move closer to Murong Yan.

Song Wuliang stared at Murong Ke for a long time before he asked with some disbelief: "Senior brother, is it really you, aren't you already ......?"

Murong Ke smiled and said, "Senior Brother Immeasurable, it's me." After 20 years, my brother and junior have always been fine"?

"Okay, okay, ......", Song Wuliang laughed and said a few words of goodness, but he didn't know whether to say that he was okay or that Murong Ke was good when he came back, but it didn't matter anymore.

As he spoke, Song Wuliang, a man who had lived for more than fifty years, could no longer hold back two lines of turbid tears in his eyes.