Ten years later, on the Gobi, the vast desert was deserted. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A young man in a trapping suit was looking at an old man with gray hair with an indifferent face, his lips pursed slightly, as if he was quietly waiting for the old man's last words.

"Like ...... It's so similar, I can't be mistaken, it's really a sea of vicissitudes!" the gray old man suddenly spoke, his expression revealing a little excitement.

The young man frowned slightly, and said displeasedly: "Don't say these demagogic words again, it's better to go back with me obediently, otherwise don't blame me for being polite!"

The gray old man rolled his eyelids slightly, slapped the ground with one hand, and before the young man could react, a puff of sand and dust suddenly rose, and in an instant, the four fields became a cloudy cloud.

The young man's heart was shocked, and a long knife with cold light suddenly slashed out, and under the agitation of a fierce knife wind, the front suddenly cleared.

The young man looked at it and found that the old man had not taken the opportunity to escape, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

However, before he knew it, the area where the young man and the old man were standing had sunk more than three feet on their feet, and the four fields were surrounded by a sand wall like a solid stone, and the old man was leaning slightly against a sand wall in front of him.

Just when the young man saw the old man's face clearly, the old man suddenly smiled strangely, and then his body moved three feet horizontally, revealing a relief of a sand wall hidden by his body.

Then the old man pointed to the relief and said, "Don't you look like it?"

The young man glanced at it, and his heart was shocked, the figure on the sand sculpture was not only like him, it was like he was carved out of the same mold, but there was an indescribable evil aura on his face, which made people a little uncomfortable.

Before the young man could refute it, the old man suddenly tapped the center of the sand sculpture eyebrows, and a gray-black ghost light was drawn from it.

Then the ghostly light flickered, and the old man suddenly bounced into the young man's eyebrows, not giving the young man any chance to react at all.

The old man finally laughed and said, "Chen Xiao, do you still believe it this time?"

And Chen Xiao's face only had time to show a slight trace of consternation, and his expression suddenly froze, and then Chen Xiao suddenly fainted and fell to the ground, unconscious.

In a trance, Chen Xiao seemed to hear a violent shouting and killing, and when he barely woke up and saw the surrounding scene clearly, he found that the four fields were full of fire.

Chen Xiao was startled, and was about to rush out, only to find that his body was illusory, and the flames didn't seem to work on him at all.

He is like a bystander, who does not have anything to do with this world, but can only watch quietly.

Chen Xiao suddenly saw a handsome middle-aged man who looked very similar to him.

At this time, the middle-aged man looked grief-stricken and quietly stared at a woman with a shocking face in his arms.

Just because this woman was stuck with a sharp knife in her abdomen, blood covered the surrounding dress, and her pale face showed the weakness of a dying person, and it was obvious that she was no longer dead.

"Fuying, don't leave me, okay!" the man gripped the woman's hand sadly.

The woman just shook her head slightly, so weak that she couldn't even say a word, and after a slight smile appeared on her face, her lips and teeth suddenly chewed.

After a mouthful of desolate blood spurted out, the woman bit her tongue and committed suicide.

"No...... No...... Fuying, don't leave me!" the middle-aged man's sad expression surged wildly.

Not long after, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly froze, and he slowly stood up holding the woman's still somewhat warm corpse, his expression revealing an unforgettable hatred that Chen Xiao had never seen before, which made Chen Xiao's heart a little cold.

Then, there was a sudden rotation in the field, and when it was clear again, he had already come to a place that Chen Xiao was very familiar with-Yamen.

At this time, there were many people around the school field in the yamen, watching the middle-aged man clumsily practicing a set of knife techniques, most of them began to point, and many even laughed loudly.

"When I entered the martial arts industry at the age of thirty, my bones have already been shaped, and I still want to practice what I can't achieve. ”

"At this level, I'm afraid that if you meet a scoundrel, you can easily beat him down, and if you want to be a fast catcher, it's a joke. ”

"Don't measure yourself, this kind of person is annoying to look at!"

Listening to the ruthless ridicule around him, the middle-aged man was unmoved, still practicing a set of knife techniques with a blank face, as if he had not been affected at all.

Such days lasted for a full month and a half, and Chen Xiao saw many of the middle-aged man's depressed side, but every time he took out a ring-shaped jade pendant from his arms and looked at it a few times, his face would always involuntarily reveal a deeply hidden hatred.

Then the loss in my heart seemed to be instantly sucked away by the jade pendant, and disappeared without a trace.

Not long after, the sudden appearance of a man in white with a gentle smile changed everything for the middle-aged man.

I don't know how the man in white taught, the middle-aged man was reborn in just one week under the teaching of the man in white, and his martial arts entered the country for thousands of miles, and soon surpassed Tongji, won the first place in the selection of catching fast, officially entered the yamen, and became a catcher.

As for the magical man in white, although his appearance at this time is much younger, Chen Xiao, who has been with the man in white who has entered the twilight of his life, can still recognize at a glance that the man in white is his last master, the god of capture Xu Bai.

However, Xu Bai, the god of capture in the twilight, made a vow to dig his own grave for a reason that Chen Xiao did not know-no longer to solve the case.

The picture changed again at this time, and when it was clear, there was already a young woman next to the middle-aged man, looking at the woman's appearance, Chen Xiao was surprised in his heart, this woman actually looked almost exactly like the woman named Fuying.

In the face of the murderer, the middle-aged man is witty and discerning, and has arrested countless evildoers, and his performance is not even weaker than that of the young god hunter.

And when facing a woman, he is like a warm sun, dedicating everything he has to this lost woman.

Soon, the two became married, but on the night of marriage, the middle-aged man found a white-clothed figure that looked like Xu Bai in the cave room and robbed the most precious woman in his heart.

The middle-aged man did not lose his mind, he quickly eliminated Xu Bai's suspicion, and finally found the real demon after half a year of hard pursuit.

However, although the demon was finally subdued, the woman experienced terrible humiliation here, and had already died a month earlier.

The middle-aged man looked at this extremely cruel picture, and the hatred that had not surfaced for a long time surged again, completely drowning the middle-aged man.

When the middle-aged man regained his composure, a trace of extremely uncomfortable evil aura crept all over the middle-aged man's face, making people feel inexplicably chilled.

The picture changed again, the middle-aged man was half-kneeling on the ground, strands of long hair scattered in the wind, gently stroking the ignorant little boy in front of him with his hand, revealing a gentle smile that had not been seen for a long time.

When he saw the little boy, Chen Xiao's mind suddenly ached, and a picture hidden deep in his memory began to emerge in his mind one by one.

After a long time, Chen Xiao's frowning brows relaxed, feeling that fate had really played a great joke on him.

Looking at the five figures standing silently around him, and looking at the familiar marks on their faces, Chen Xiao suddenly determined that the middle-aged man was his biological father, Chen Wuming.

And his five masters turned out to be his own ...... Kill your father's enemy.