Chapter 4, the head of the item

Tian Boguang was waiting for someone, drinking while waiting for someone, gulping down wine.

His reputation in the rivers and lakes is not good, it should be said that it is very bad, it can be said that the rats crossing the street, everyone shouts and beats, and both good and evil people in the rivers and lakes want to kill him and then hurry.

Picking ~ flower thief, this is a profession that has been spurned by people all over the world since its birth. No one can do it for a long time in the industry of picking ~ flower thieves, but he has been in this industry for a long, long time, for more than ten or twenty years, and he can be regarded as the veteran of the flower thief world.

If the rivers and lakes talk about flower thieves, the first person who comes to mind is him - Tian Boguang, who travels alone for thousands of miles.

Many people wanted to kill him, but his master of light martial arts, a quick knife in one hand is rare in martial arts, people with higher martial arts than him could not find him, and people with lower martial arts found him and were finally killed by him.

For twenty years, he didn't know how many flowers he picked, but everyone in the rivers and lakes knew that he had never missed, but recently he missed, he wanted to pick a young nun from Hengshan, but was stopped by a fledgling young man, but he was not angry, but happy, this young man was the only one willing to make friends with him.

Flower thieves are lonely, loners, and never have friends. He is no exception to the patriarch of the flower thieves, so he is also lonely and has no friends. And the young man was the only one willing to make friends with him, and he was very happy.

A well-known and decent disciple dares to make friends with a flower thief, and this kind of person has rarely appeared in the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years.

Therefore, he chartered the most luxurious hotel and invited the young man to drink, and he had to thank the young man for his help in Huashan, otherwise he would have died at the hands of the young man's master?

Thinking of the young man's master, he was in a very bad mood, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent, he poured a sip of wine fiercely, and said ruthlessly: "Gentleman's sword, right? If your wife and daughter are both chuang, see what you still call the gentleman's sword? ”

"You want revenge, but I want to drink. Can you give me a glass of wine?" a figure floated into the hotel like smoke, and then quickly walked up to him, and then sat down opposite him very unceremoniously, and took a sip of the flask to his mouth.

His face was already gray. He didn't know the personable young man in front of him, but the young man already knew his secret and seemed to know his identity, so he couldn't keep him.

But he didn't do it immediately, he didn't know the details of the young man. I didn't know the young man's intention, so he sat honestly, looked at the young man in front of him carefully, and thought about the young man who came in and debuted in the rivers and lakes.

This young man, who looked very rich and elegant, did not seem to be any celebrity in his memory, and he began to be a little jealous, but he did not show it on his face, and there was an indescribable indifference in his body, and a pair of eyes stared at the young man, and that look was like looking at a dead man.

The young man's behavior was strange, and the personable young man seemed to have turned into a drunkard. He didn't care about his look at all, he just kept drinking, chuckling from time to time, as if the young man was unresponsive, and didn't know that the owner of the wine table didn't welcome him.

A pot of mellow and delicious bamboo leaves was directly drunk by the young man, and the young man was reluctant to put it down, pushed the wine jug in front of the master, and then began to introduce himself: "My name is Mo Dump Chi, a businessman, and I have long admired your name." That's why I'm here to meet you. ”

His pupils shrank, his eyes became even colder, and he said coldly, "You know me." ”

The young man nodded, with a look of admiration on his face: "You are famous all over the world." I'm afraid there is no one in the rivers and lakes who doesn't know the name of Tian Boguang, who travels alone. ”

The last seven words of the young man spoke in a low voice, as if he was afraid that others would hear them.

Although the seven words Tian Boguang are famous, they are indeed not a name that should be heard, and the owner of this name can only live in the shadow of the heroes of the rivers and lakes and dare not move.

Tian Boguang immediately stood up, and after hearing this, he left without looking back. The young man was also stunned by Tian Boguang's initiative, but when he came back to his senses, Tian Boguang was about to walk out of the door of the hotel, looking at the table in front of him, the young man shook his head helplessly: "If you can't pay, just say it? Why do you have to go so fast?"

The boy took another sip of wine, and Yi Xing Shan put a silver ingot on the table, turned and prepared to leave.

Before he could turn around, a deep chill came over his heart. The young man, however, was still very wooden, and turned around as if he had not noticed anything.

He turned around and saw Tian Boguang who was coming and going, but at this time, Tian Boguang had already drawn his knife, and he poked him in the chest with a quick knife.

The knife was supposed to stab him in the back, but now because he turned around, it stabbed him in the chest.

Everyone on the rivers and lakes wants to kill Tian Boguang, but they have never been able to kill Tian Boguang, for three reasons: first, Tian Boguang's whereabouts are mysterious and difficult to find, second, this person is excellent in light skills, which is rare in the world; third, this person has outstanding swordsmanship, and a quick knife is rare in the world.

With these three points, it is difficult to catch this person up and down.

Tian Boguang has a lot of flowers, and he has killed a lot, and there are no less than ten celebrities in the rivers and lakes who died in his wind knife technique. However, at this moment, Mo Dump Chi could see that Tian Boguang's move was not a Hurricane Knife Technique, but a more famous, faster, more ruthless, and more fierce Flying Sand and Stone Thirteen Styles than the Tempest Knife Technique.

As for the number of ink dumping pools, he didn't know, but he knew that this was definitely a very powerful killing knife technique, at least with his current ability, it was difficult to dodge, and it was even more difficult to resist, so he had only one death.

Tian Boguang also thought that the person in front of him who knew his identity was dead. Originally, he was going to leave, but he couldn't leave, because he had made an appointment with someone else to be here, so the only way was to kill this person first and then change his disguise.

"Drugged in Lao Tzu's wine? Hehe, if you talk about drugged Lao Tzu is your ancestor. Tian Boguang smiled coldly, disdainful in his heart, although the young man's drinking behavior was normal just now, although his behavior was ordinary, but he noticed that the young man had drugged the wine, and the medicine was no longer in the wine, but at the mouth of the wine jug, if he poured the wine, the medicine at the mouth of the wine jug would fall into the wine, and he would definitely die.

He never showed mercy to those who wanted to kill him.

But immediately he was a little strange, in the face of this fatal knife, why was this ink pouring pool still so chic and free, without the slightest fear on his face?

There is a kind of person who will die with grace even if he dies. They definitely don't allow themselves to be embarrassed, Mo Dump Chi has always considered himself this kind of person, he thinks that he is the kind of person who will die very chic and elegant even if he dies, so he is faced with an inevitable killing move. On the contrary, he did not resist in embarrassment, but picked up the wine and drank it very calmly.

Tian Boguang was a little surprised, but the trick has already been made, what can he do?

A voice came from behind him: "Brother Tian be careful." ”

Tian Boguang had already heard it, and that voice was the only young man's voice in his life who was willing to associate with him. However, he didn't see anything to be careful about, but he still believed the young man's words and retreated, temporarily giving up on killing the man in front of him.

Mo Tingchi seemed to know that he would retreat, so he turned around with the flask and sat down on the bench very calmly.

There was a sonorous sound, and the sword was unsheathed.

Tian Boguang already felt that the young man's sword had been drawn from the scabbard, and he thought to himself, does he want to deal with me? Immediately, Tian Boguang denied this possibility, he knew that person. That person is definitely not a person who hurts people behind his back.

Tian Boguang denied all this, but he saw a sword peeking out from Mo Dump Chi's left shoulder.

The terrifying killing machine rushed towards him like a huge sea in an instant.

A sword, a man has stabbed at him.

Tian Boguang has already broken out in a cold sweat, he has seen many masters in his life, but he has never seen a master with such a strong killing power like the person in front of him, he can see that the person in front of him has no enmity with him, and he has even seen that the person in front of him is a killer, a killer waiting to be killed with one blow.

At this moment, he finally understood that the young man named Mo Dumping Pool had only been acting as a decoy all along, and the person who really wanted to kill him was the man in black who had been lurking.

A sword that is incredibly fast. It was so fast that Tian Boguang didn't have a chance to retreat, and the sword had already rushed up.

The sword is fast, and the knife is not weak.

The knife is also very fast, and Tian Boguang is famous for his fast knives. But at this moment, this fast knife is about to end, and it remains in a state of retracting.

Tian Boguang struggled to swing the knife out, using the best knife technique in his life.

Quick knife to fast sword.

The knife is fast, the sword is fast, and the sword is faster than the knife.

The man's posture of swinging the sword was very peculiar, and the part above the elbow did not seem to move, but only stabbed the sword out with the strength of the wrist.

Look at this scene. Tian Boguang's pupils contracted violently, he had already remembered a person, remembered a name, a name that was more famous and more terrifying than Tian Boguang, who was walking alone for thousands of miles.

"As long as the man wants to kill him, he is a dead man. Everyone in the rivers and lakes believes in this sentence, so no one in the rivers and lakes wants to be the target of that person, and so far that person has not missed, and this time that person still did not miss.

Tian Boguang's knife is fast, but not as fast as the sword.

The sword had already stabbed Tian Boguang's throat, the sword had returned to its sheath, and Tian Boguang's knife had not yet hit the man.

Mo Dumping Chi had already turned around, and the swordsman was already standing beside him for some time, and he looked at Tian Boguang, to be precise, at Tian Boguang's throat.

Tian Boguang's throat did not have any marks, and if you looked closely, you could see a little red. Mo Dumpchi's eyesight has never been bad, so he has seen it, he sighed and said: "I didn't believe that anyone could pierce people's throats and only leave a little red without letting the blood flow out, but now I believe that a little red in the Central Plains is really worthy of being a little red in the Central Plains, and the first fast sword in the Central Plains is really worthy of its name." ”

The swordsman didn't speak, and Tian Boguang didn't speak, his body was already being held by the dashing and uninhibited young man behind him.

The swordsman didn't want to talk and didn't like to speak, and Tian Bo just wanted to speak, but at this time he couldn't speak, the sword in his throat had already made him lose the ability to speak, and the power in his body was quickly withdrawn inch by inch.

Soon, Tian Boguang didn't say a word, staring fiercely at Mo Dumping and dying.

Mo Dumping Chi wiped off the watermark on the spout of the wine jug, which was not a poison, took a sip of it, and sighed: "After three months of investigation, nearly 30,000 taels of silver, and 233 people, this Tian Boguang is finally dead." (To be continued.) )