Today's Jinshi Villa is a bit unusual, there is not a single doorman outside the gate of the manor, and the lanterns lit last night are still burning and swaying in the morning light; the leaves on the ground of the manor are falling and falling, and no one has cleaned them! A huge manor, which was originally lively and lively, suddenly became as quiet as a tomb. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even the beautiful and melodious birdsong on the trees in the past no longer sounds so beautiful and moving now, and it always makes people feel that this is a mournful sigh from the depths of desolation!

It is terrible to have no self-confidence, it is as desperate and terrifying as a young man's premature failure of some function! Now, the momentum and courage of the Iron Palm King that once existed in Shi Chenggang's body are gone. However, he still put on his former robe and moved the rosewood Taishi chair to the gate of his house. Place your once mighty palms flat on your knees. He was waiting—waiting for an enemy to kill him, and an enemy who might save him.

Coachman Fan Xibao, at this time, of course, he was not in the carriage, he was sitting on another chair to the left of Shi Chenggang's Taishi chair. His battle robe was very simple, the same green cloth robe he wore when he drove a horse for Master Shi, except that what he held in his hand now was not a whip, but an axe—an axe that used to kill people without counting!

Of course, for the first time in today's history, Liu Dongbei left his job, he didn't sweep the floor, nor did he go to water the flowers and weed, he actually held an iron gun, followed Fan Xibao's example, and also moved a chair and sat down on the right side of Shi Chenggang, the iron palm king. At this moment, no one will doubt that he is not a martial arts master. People who don't know the situation can't believe that he will be a gardener who grows flowers and grass!

The sun's rays grew stronger and stronger, and the jagged shadow it cast from the opposite ridge just covered half of the open space under the corridor in front of the main gate where Shi Chenggang and the others were sitting. At this time, Shi Chenggang suddenly had a feeling that he thought that the mood of everyone in the world was sometimes strikingly similar to the situation in front of him - half dark and half sunny.

Then a helpless sneer suddenly appeared on his face! This sneer was not only self-deprecating, but also a kind of deep sigh and sorrow for the title of human being! He raised his head and looked at the bright sky -- the sky was so blue, so clean, and there was not a trace of floating clouds! At that moment, he suddenly had a strong feeling of affection; as if he had lived for such a long time, he was surprised to find that the sky above his head, which he lived every day, could be so charming and beautiful!

Just as he was sighing, a cold wind suddenly blew on the path that crossed in front of the door! Fallen leaves and dust drifted from the ground into the air, and a few leaves drifted across the ridge of the opposite roof and disappeared, and at the same time, a few leaves fell under the stone steps in front of them. As if to tell them a piece of news—a terrible piece of news! Immediately afterwards, they saw a middle-aged man in a green coat walking slowly on the path, who was as silent as the wind.

On his square face, his gaze was cold, like a cold light reflected from the shiny sword, cold and cold, making people dare not look up, and he was carrying a guqin covered with a black canvas on his back, and he was walking step by step from the path. At the gate where Shi Chenggang, the Iron Palm King, was sitting, he stopped at the opposite position. And at a solemn and slow pace, he turned around and looked coldly at the three people who had been prepared sitting at the door.

Then he took another step, like a dead man without a soul, and looked at the three men sitting in the doorway, and walked leisurely to the line where the sun and the darkness just met, and his expression seemed to be half dark and half bright, and it was eerie and terrible, indescribable.

"Who is Shi Chenggang, the Iron Palm King?" the visitor suddenly asked as he looked at the three people sitting at the door.

However, the three people on the other side did not answer his words, "You are Moqin Leng Shengxin!" At this time, Liu Dongbei, who was on the right side of the Iron Palm King Shi Chenggang, suddenly asked him. And his tone was as cold and ruthless as the other party, and he said, "Who are you instructed to come to our Golden Stone Villa?" As he spoke, he raised his iron spear and stood up from his chair.

When the other party heard this, he laughed, "I'm so sorry!" he said, "This is my usual style of doing things, and I never give away any information about my employer." Otherwise, no one will ask me to do anything again! Unfortunately, this is my rule!"

"Very good!" Liu Dongbei said coldly, "It doesn't matter if you don't say it, then I'll let you never think of having another chance to tell this secret." As he spoke, his eyes widened, his iron spear waved, and his body soared, and he flew towards the Demon Qin Leng Shengxin.

From his point of view, he was right to do so. Because, Leng Shengxin's guqin is still on his back - in a black canvas. He expected that it would take some time for the other party to take this guqin out of the black canvas!

His abacus played well, but unfortunately, he faced the wrong object!

Seeing him rushing towards him, Leng Shengxin put one side of his body, and under the power of this side, the guqin he was carrying behind him was thrown from her right flank to the front; No matter how coherent the gestures are, what skillful movements, it can be said that such an effect cannot be achieved without practicing thousands of times.

At this moment, Liu Dongbei's iron spear just stabbed in front of him, only seven inches away from Leng Shengxin's eyebrows, and just like that, the sound of the piano sounded! The sound of a string of flowing water sounded! At the same time, the murderous blade also pierced out!

Death is a very terrifying thing, especially the moment when the person killed by the blade of the magic qin is very terrifying! Liu Dongbei fell, his body was pierced by a string of blades, turning into a rag full of holes, and the blood that flew from his body was like a torrential rain, which had already stained the open space in front of the house.

However, the cold victory of the magic qin over the new guqin is only half exposed!

"Hey, that's ridiculous. At this time, Moqin Leng Shengxin shook his head, with a smug and cold smile on his face, he said, "This poor Liu Dongbei, he has been hiding in your village for decades, and he has done a great job of pruning and pruning leaves, but why does he have to pick up this deadly iron spear again!"

"Do you know who he is?" said Fan Xibao, a coachman sitting at the door.

"Judging from the beautiful way he shot just now, apart from Liu Xiaohu, the Northeast gun king, who else has an iron gun that can shoot as quickly, concisely and crisply as he just now?" said Moqin Leng Shengxin.

This really couldn't help the coachman Fan Xibao not to be surprised and frightened, "Then guess who I am?" he said, "Do you know this axe in my hand?"

When the other party heard this, he laughed out loud, "Fan Xibao!" he said, "Didn't you leave Kunlun just to avoid the pursuit of the Kunlun faction? So, even if you die under my piano for him today, what regret do you have!"

Now Fan Xibao and his master, Shi Chenggang, the Iron Palm King, are very scared, they are very unfamiliar with this person, but this person knows them well. There is nothing more terrible in the world than being known to an enemy and not knowing anything about it.

"Then who are you, and why do you know so much about us?"

Moqin Leng Shengxin laughed, "Don't be too frightened, Zuo is just a death!" he said, "Let me tell you the truth, last night my decision was only to kill Shi Chenggang, the Iron Palm King, alone—a man who had betrayed the Ten Great Martial Kings and secretly wanted to surrender and beg for mercy with that enemy called Nanjian! But today, on my way here, I heard that his coachman and the old farmer who managed the flowers and plants were willing to accompany him and fight to the death together. Therefore, I am in the professional requirements of a killer, and I must get the information and materials of the two of you who voluntarily sent to death accurately and understandly! Otherwise, I will not be killing innocents indiscriminately?"

"I see!" the two of them were surprised again. (To be continued.) )