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But his body was spasming, and every inch of flesh was like a flame, spewing terrifying blood.

The old man said, "Let's go!"

Hayabusa smiled bitterly, it turned out that he could no longer walk, his leg bones were close to the edge of shattering, and he only needed to take one more step to shatter his legs and feet into powder. Drawing a sword is not just a matter of a pair of hands, he must adjust the position of his whole body, tense every inch of muscle, so that he can stab the perfect sword. Therefore, the sword with which he killed the army of a thousand has destroyed himself.

Is it all coming to an end?

No!

Without saying a word, the falcon pressed down on the leg, ripping off his clothes and slamming the leg bone on, not as a cure, but as a way to move the bone to its original position, allowing it to perform the basic function of a leg.

It's like a mad dog.

Everyone didn't have time to see the sword path clearly, but they saw a cold light sweeping across Jin Duo's neck.

- Heads on the ground!

The falcon was half-kneeling in the snow, glaring angrily at the crowd, while the old layman struggled to cover him. At this moment, the previous female disciple suddenly rushed out and carried Hayabusa Buyan on her back.

The old layman saw it in his eyes and shouted: "Falcon Buyan, you and I will say goodbye, we don't owe each other!" The female disciple quickly rescued Falcon Buyan, and the old layman suddenly raised his sword again and muttered: "Maybe I really owe too much, I owe others all my life, but I can repay less." ”

All the disciples rushed up! The old layman had loosened his blood-stained iron sword.

There is only one time in a swordsman's life when he puts down his sword, and that is when he dies. He no longer wants to live that life of licking blood, he doesn't want to kill any innocent people again, his sword has no killing intent.

The wind and snow are howling!

There were twelve darts in the snow, and the heads of the darts were attached to Persian gunpowder, and the twelve darts were hit into the bodies of eleven people, and suddenly the flesh and blood flew sideways, and just a few big living people were still alive, and in the blink of an eye, they became a pile of meat and mud.

The old man suddenly held his sword again. The dart was supposed to hit twelve people, but only eleven people died, and the old man could not avoid it completely, and the left half of his body had been severely damaged.

There were footsteps coming slowly, and when the figures appeared, the old layman couldn't help but exclaim, "The killer who is famous as a ghost in the rivers and lakes will actually kill the Taixu Palace." ”

"Ten Steps to Kill" was dressed in black, with a slender figure, and he looked thin because every inch of muscle had been exercised, and they were all as hard as iron! Even his face was hidden behind that terrifying mask, but if he took off the mask, it could be even more terrifying.

Behind him was a Qimen weapon, eight feet tall, and the weapon was three heads high, about eight and a half feet.

Such a person standing in the wind and snow can only make people think of two words:

Cold! Crazy!

The weapons of the ten-step killing were on the ground, and the ice and snow that had accumulated for 10,000 years were all sunk by several feet. There was wind and snow within ten steps, and it was rumored that whoever entered it would have completed the last part of the world.

The old man said, "Why did you kill me?"

Ten steps to kill: "There is no reason why many people will die. ”

The old layman sneered: "You don't care about anyone at all, there will be people in your clan who will inherit this name for generations, wearing ghost masks, wearing black clothes, and living a life of taking money with blood." ”

Ten steps to kill is not against it. Anyone in his eyes has a price. Whether it is a good person, a bad person, a beggar, or an emperor, they are all silver on their heads.

The old monk said: "I have been in seclusion for ten years, I don't want money, I want my life... It's up to you!"

As soon as the words fell, a sword shook Songxue.

The invisible sword qi shattered the pine branches, tore the black cloth, and even the wind and snow were wiped out.

Ten Steps Kill is still standing there. His weapon also took on the form of an eight-and-a-half-foot saw blade. The saw blade was made of icy black iron, and even the old layman's sword only blew down the ice and snow on the blade. Now, with the clanging sound of the blade, it broke itself several times, and every other foot a fan appeared that connected the blade, and it was like a living thing, restless, breathing, and eight and a half feet became seventeen feet in the blink of an eye.

The old man frowned, and the whole person was like an arrow on a string.

He hadn't been so serious in a decade.

The black mamba, whose blade is as poisonous as a poison, can be as fast as a weapon with such a heavy weapon!

When the old man turned around, the wind and snow beside him were split in two by the saw blade! No matter how agile he moved, his shoulders were already bloody and fleshy.

The old layman dodged this knife just now, and this knife actually changed its trajectory in the air, directly cutting his head back.

At the same time, the killer, who was hiding in the shadows, shot three more darts to cut off his back path.

The old monk suddenly shouted! The strong internal force actually shook the flying knife to the ground. And his sword was entangled with the strange sawblade. Soon, cracks appeared in the blade.

Through the exchange of weapons, the old man felt the oppression coming from seventeen feet away. He even began to wonder if there was a human face behind the mask, and that wasn't the real demon!

There is still half the time before the time of a stick of incense.

How much can be accomplished in the time of half a pillar of incense? In the brief moment before death, people experience the taste of life.

The old man's mind conjured up the back of a swordsman who had left alone.

He's always only had his back. Lead a thin horse, carry a sword, and wander the world!

Finally, at the end, he realized that it was a character.

As soon as you enter the rivers and lakes, you will inevitably know all kinds of people. Some will become friends entrusted by life and death, and some will be people who think about your head all the time, you will love someone to death, and you can hate someone for a lifetime. In a person's life, there are always too many past events, and for people, the night and the rivers and lakes are too long. And a person's life is so short.

In the wind and snow, the old monk stabbed with his sword, the last sword in his life!

The reason why meteors are brilliant is that they are burning with their lives, so this sword is even more brilliant than meteors.

Ten steps to kill and half kneeling in the snow, every cell in his body was trembling, and the sword just now made him see what is called "sword".

He couldn't resist the sword, and the blood on his leg was dripping, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

The old layman supported himself with his sword.

The horizon had fallen into complete darkness, and nearly a thousand lanterns swam in from the trees, like falling stars. A thousand trained killers whose sole purpose of survival seems to be to slash a knife through a man's neck, then wipe it clean, and then wipe out a second man's neck......

The snowflakes melted on the old man's dragon-like beard, and in the blink of an eye, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were like dry yellow earth.

He's old. For forty years, the wind and snow climbed his brows, sideburns, and hair...... I didn't see any changes in this majestic and steep snow-capped mountain.

The only thing that has changed is that there are corpses all over the ground!

By the time the wind and snow swept away the pine branches, the tenth killer had already splattered three feet of blood.

The old monk was dressed in black and white, and at first glance he looked like a fairy wind bone, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword.

At the zenith of Dome Mountain, Boss Bai clapped his hands and applauded! She said, "People who are dying can still be so energetic. "She is the white boss who leads countless assassins, and everyone in the rivers and lakes has to be afraid of the white boss.

The old layman said: "Not only do I have the spirit to kill, but I also have the strength to do some happy things with you." ”

Boss Bai sneered twice and said, "Actually, I came to find an old man, I heard that you never ask about the past when you accept disciples from the Taixu Palace, so I can't tell you what you can remember." ”

"Thinking that I have wandered for half my life, how have you ever been afraid of a person?, avoiding a fight to the death?" the old layman stood among the corpses, his clothes were not stained with blood, and he calmly took off the sword.

Plain white and lonely.

A feeling that the high place is not cold, and the cold is better than the old age. Even when he is old, he has not faded from the appearance of the laughing beings back then.

He used to be the number one swordsman in the rivers and lakes, and since he fought another swordsman to the top of the cage, he has become the second! For ten years, he has been perfecting his swordsmanship every moment, just to fight that swordsman again. Unconsciously, many people came here, and even the Taixu Palace was built on such a scale.

The old layman said: "Let me ask you, where is the former first sword in the rivers and lakes now?"

Bai Lao Dao: "It's a pity that he has been dead for a long time. ”

The old monk said: "Maybe he's dead, maybe it's ......" He suddenly raised his head again and said with a smile: "His sword is still there, and someone will inherit him." ”

Boss Bai actually felt frightened, and he actually felt frightened.

Why does a dying man have such a look?

When the more violent wind and snow came, the old monk had already lost his breath, and all the disciples of the Taixu Palace were also slaughtered. Their corpses were worthless, abandoned in the snow like dead pigs. Boss Bai sent an order: Everyone searches the Taixu Palace, be sure to destroy all evidence, and catch that person.

The blizzard arrives, and the night is deeper.