Bright moon, barren hills!

A bright moon hung high in the sky, and the bright moonlight poured on the earth, as if casting a white veil on the earth.

A black-robed man stood quietly on a barren hill, his face wearing a ghost mask, revealing two pitch-black eyes, revealing a gloomy glow.

Although the bright moon in the sky was charming, the black-robed ghost-faced man didn't have the heart to look at the bright moon in the sky, his eyes were only focused on one place, that is, the winding path at the foot of the mountain, and it was also the only way up the mountain.

Clearly, he's waiting for someone!

It didn't take long for a dark shadow to appear in his sight, the shadow moved very slowly, and with each step, the figure would jolt, not looking like a sound person, but like a cripple.

He held a knife in his hand, the pitch-black scabbard, the pitch-black hilt, the snow-white hand, it looked so incongruous, his expression was cold, as cold as ice and snow, and his face was as white as ice and snow, or pale, without a trace of blood.

His name is Fu Hongxue, known as the first knife in the rivers and lakes, the first killer of the Qinglong Society, once in a dark room, he pulled out the knife tens of thousands of times a day, yes, you heard it right, it was indeed tens of thousands of times, and it was indeed the same action of drawing the knife.

The knife is out, the person is dead, and the world is killed, this is the first knife of Fengyun!

Fu Hongxue climbed very slowly, one of his feet was a little lame, even on flat ground, he was dragging it, not to mention climbing the mountain, so every step he took was very difficult, at least it seemed like this, when he finally came to the top of the mountain, it was half an hour later.

Fu Hongxue walked very slowly, but she didn't miss the time to meet, the third watch, no more, no less, just three watches, the black-robed man looked at Fu Hongxue and muttered: "It's not that you are slow, but the old man is a little anxious!"

Maybe it was because of climbing the mountain road for a long time, Fu Hongxue's face became even paler, or she was so pale, and replied expressionlessly: "The person who can make you anxious is definitely not a simple person, let's say, who are you going to kill this time!"

Fu Hongxue's question was very simple and very direct, after asking, he felt that this sentence was redundant, and the person who could make Fengyun come out of the sheath was naturally not an ordinary person.

The black-robed ghost-faced man's answer was simpler, and his tone was colder, and after taking a deep breath, three words burst out of his mouth: "Liu is ill!"

"Liu's illness?"

Fu Hongxue's heart jumped, and she asked unnaturally, with the relief of the disaster in Sizhou City, Liu Ai's name has already spread all over the country, Fu Hongxue walked in the rivers and lakes, and naturally heard his deeds, so he asked this question.

The black-robed ghost-faced man saw that his expression was different, and he felt quite strange in his heart, he had sent him sixteen missions, and each time he left after listening to it, and never asked the reason, how could it be as abnormal as today?

The person who wants to kill the first knife of Fengyun is not a master among the masters, a small person like Liu Aiji, who can't get the first knife out of the sheath of Fengyun, sighed slightly, and said a little dissatisfied: "There are eighteen people in the black-clothed bat, everyone can kill him, why me?"

The black-robed ghost-faced man stared at Fu Hongxue, suddenly smiled, and after a long while, he answered very seriously: "The purpose of using you is very simple, just because of this, people must die!"

"Do you have to die?"

Fu Hongxue asked again, in the information he knew, he only knew that Liu Yi was already a little beggar, and he had only risen in the rivers and lakes in recent months, although he had practiced the Northern Shen Gong and Ling Bo Weibu, but his martial arts were not very good, and the reason why he was famous in the rivers and lakes was only because he saved the people of Sizhou City.

Seeing Fu Hongxue constantly asking, the black-robed ghost-faced man didn't like it in his heart, and said coldly: "Did you ask too much today?"

Fu Hongxue replied very seriously: "Liu Yi has no evil deeds in the rivers and lakes, not to mention that he saved the people of a city, it seems that such a person should not die, let alone die under the knife of my first sword!"

Fu Hongxue's speech has always been relatively simple, saying a long list of words like this is already a special case, deep in his heart, he really doesn't want to kill Liu Yi.

Although the black-robed ghost-faced man was avoided by the mask and couldn't see his face clearly, a coldness suddenly appeared in his eyes, as if he was about to penetrate Fu Hongxue in front of him!

Fu Hongxue's eyes were cold enough, but he didn't expect this person's eyes to be colder and more threatening, and he was stunned, and then he heard the black-robed ghost-faced man say coldly: "It is because he saved the people of Sizhou City that he deserves to die even more, if he is willing to be a little beggar who has no quarrel with the world, he will live a little longer!"

Fu Hongxue is also a person who has been rolling on the rivers and lakes for many years, although she doesn't understand why this person wants to kill Liu Aiji, but one thing is very clear, what Liu Aiji has done must have infringed on someone's interests!

Seeing that Fu Hongxue didn't speak, the black-robed ghost-faced man was really afraid that he wouldn't take over this task, so he coughed lightly twice, and said in an accentuated tone: "He won't die, Cuinong will die!"

The sound is icy and cold!

Fu Hongxue's heart couldn't help but jump again, and the hand holding the knife also inadvertently shook, although the knife was in the sheath, it emitted a crisp dragon groan.

Although Fu Hongxue's first woman is Shen Sanniang, his favorite woman is Cuinong, when he was born, the snow was red, stained red with blood, he had no friends, and his purpose in life seemed to be only one, that is, revenge.

It wasn't until one day, when he met Cuinong, that he found a trace of comfort in his lonely heart, but he himself didn't think he deserved love, and he chose to leave out of hatred.

When he finally understands that his father is not his father, and hatred is not his hatred, when he wants to find Cuinong again, Cuinong falls into the hands of the black-robed ghost-faced man, and he himself has become one of the black-clothed bats, a full-time killer, and a killer who can't see the light.

As a killer, he had no choice, and after taking a deep breath, he replied helplessly: "Instead of letting Cuinong die, it's better to let him die!"

The black-robed ghost-faced man smiled, although this result had long been expected by him, looking at Fu Hongxue's helpless expression, he felt very happy and very satisfied, and no one would be sad to be able to play with people like Fu Hongxue in the palm of his hand.

After a short silence, Fu Hongxue asked again, "Where is he?"

The black-robed ghost-faced said: "He is on his way to Guangming Ding, in addition to him, there is also Miss Guo Er of Xiangyang City, that fool Guo Jing is still a little useful to me, don't hurt her!"

Fu Hongxue didn't speak, because he didn't like to talk nonsense, he turned around slowly, dragged his crippled leg again, and slowly walked down the mountain, he was slow when he went up the mountain, and even slower when he came down.

The black-robed ghost-faced man watched Fu Hongxue's back slowly shrink, a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and in his eyes he seemed to see the black knife unsheathed and the blood flowers flying all over the sky.

The knife is Fu Hongxue's knife, and the blood is the blood of Liu Aiji!