"It's me!"

Everyone looked at it, the person who came was dressed in black, but he was wearing a very terrifying mask with bloody eyes, and his voice was hoarse, Song Gong carefully observed, and felt that this person was familiar with three faces, but he couldn't remember it for a long time, the ugly-faced man sweated on his cheeks, and the fear in his heart was engraved on his face, and he said in horror, "Let go of me, I don't want to die, let go of me!"

In an instant, the ugly-faced man screamed, covered his eyes with his hands, and the blood dripped from between his fingers, and within a moment, he lay on the ground and stopped moving.

Everyone was amazed, and they ended their lives even though they didn't do a single move.

Song Gongming finally found the person who matched it from his far-reaching memory: the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord, according to rumors, the mask that the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord wears can make people die in any way.

"Hand over the darts, and you will be spared. ”

Song Yan whispered, "Dad, no, don't hand over darts......"

In an instant, Wu Yifan rushed out, Song Gongming threw a copper coin and flew out, only to see a thing flash over the copper coin, chasing Song Yan, although Wu Yifan's footwork was wonderful, but the small thing was full of spirituality, and he was in a hurry.

A sound of elegance came from far and near, as if restraining the small things, and the small things suddenly turned into dust and disappeared.

"Elegant Villa, Elegant Child!"

"This generation of thousand-faced demons is competing to show people, I want to see what you look like under the mask, I don't know if the demon admires his face?"

The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord smirked hoarsely, "Why not wait until I get the dart and let you see my true face." ”

Graceful Childe said slowly, "You can't rob this dart." ”

The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord's hand touched his face below, and his face turned into a strange smile, and then a dart master fell to the ground, with a smile on his face, and died silently, everyone panicked, when did Song Gongming suffer such a wretched anger, and asked, "It's too much!"

"Excessive?" said the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord, still hoarsely, "If you take the severed head money, you will already be a dead man, and it seems that you will live one more day, as if you are very reluctant." ”

Song Gongming shot quickly, the five-in-a-row method has been the limit, a row of stones has different strengths, it is difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction, the mysterious person who handed him this trick casually back then, this trick has nine, false and true, gods and ghosts are indisputable, only teach him one move, for fear of causing the disaster of killing, the thousand-faced demon lord Yin claw hand came out, grabbed the stone to use the strength to fight, easily defused the offensive, sneered, "It looks like a god, say, where can I learn this trick?"

Song Yan said angrily, "Why do you want to tell you, hum ......"

Song Gongming was miserable in his heart, and his opponent was strong, so he immediately hugged his fists and said, "I said it, can I let it go?"

"Does it matter whether you say it or not?" The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord lost his patience, and his move was a killing move, but Graceful Childe did not stop it.

Wu Yifan stepped forward and said angrily, "The rivers and lakes are not your own, since there is no way to find the martial arts, then I will go my own way, my rules are the rules of the rivers and lakes!"

"Who are you?" the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord questioned.

Wu Yifan has to do his best to make a move, the blunt footwork slowly makes the victory occupied, there is no distraction, only to be able to become a small success, the footwork is leisurely, the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord does not remember when this character appeared in the rookies of the rivers and lakes, but, in his eyes, this person spoke wildly, no matter how mysterious the footwork is, it is just a defeated general under him, a move, the white hand is cold, there is a kind of pleasure of torture and killing, however, he failed, the opponent's body is good, the cold suddenly increases, as long as it hits, the cold energy plus the special Gu poison, the opponent will be in great pain.

It's a pity that Wu Yifan was angry and stimulated his potential, although he was injured a few more points, he didn't know it, and the palm technique came out.

The palms are facing each other, one cold and one masculine, the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord didn't expect Wu Yifan to fight for internal injuries, this move, the cold energy returned to his body with the Gu poison, a mouthful of cold blood spurted out, he couldn't fight, there was no antidote to this Gu poison, he never thought that he had been poisoned by his own Gu poison, and he had a retreat in his heart.

Everyone on the side was stunned, the elegant son had the heart to make friends, but his noble status did not allow him to have half a bit of condescension to make friends, he had a kind of desire to try this unknown peer, forget it, the matter of Hujiazhuang has not been resolved, and it is not easy to make extraneous branches, and he will go away with the injury of the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord.

Song Yan couldn't say a word, and looked at Wu Yifan strangely, as if she had never really known this man, and the turmoil in her heart was indescribable for a while.

Wu Yifan himself just vomited the depression in his heart, he never thought about high-profile arrogance, he just felt that this Jianghu, why should this martial arts judge heroes by qualifications, and why should life and death be decided by nobility and cheapness, the goal of struggle rose in his eyes, that year, I was in the rivers and lakes, I never regretted it, I was never discouraged, my way, you don't understand.

Song Gongming just guessed that Wu Yifan was from an extraordinary background, and he just wanted to finish this dart smoothly, and the plaque of the world's first dart belonged to him.

Wu Yifan rode his horse to open the road, but the front was a place to stay, three or three or two people went in and out, and when they saw the dart flag, some people suddenly had evil thoughts.

A strange person, dressed very strangely, didn't care whether Wu Yifan and others were willing or not, they fought on the same table, ate meat and drank wine.

"You shouldn't be sitting here. Wu Yifan saw the murderous aura.

The man took a sip of wine and asked, "Where should I sit?"

"There aren't a lot of people here. ”

The man ate the meat and said, "Not much." ”

Wu Yifan asked, "A person who doesn't know how to use a sword, but carries a sword by his side." ”

The man laughed, "I thought you liked it, but I'm actually the best at using poison." ”

Song Yan wanted to speak, but was stopped by Song Gongming.

Wu Yifan smiled and said nothing.

The man did not speak, but drank when he should drink, and ate meat when he should eat it, and he was not in a hurry.

Wu Yifan got up and went up to the attic on the second floor, the man didn't stop him, he smiled and said, "You are very much like a person." ”

The man stopped all his movements and said solemnly, "It's like saying that I'm not him, why don't you say he's like me?"

"Looks like you're just giving yourself a reason to do it. ”

The man laughed, "You gave me another reason not to do it, I just came to thank you for giving you this sword." ”

"Thank you!"

The man left, and Song Yan asked curiously, "Who is he?

Wu Yifan said calmly, "Thousand-Faced Demon Lord!"

Song Yan didn't understand, but was about to ask but found that Wu Yifan had entered the room to rest, so he had to ask Song Gongming, "Dad, why don't I understand what they say?"

"I don't understand, he has his own way, daughter, that person just now was extremely powerful and murderous, but he was turned invisible by his words, Yan'er, don't be curious about him. ”

Song Yan nodded, but kept looking at the second-story pavilion.

Wu Yifan had already seen that this sword was familiar, and after a closer look, he found that this was Yu Xin'er's father's cherished sword, and when he saw this thing again, he could only see things and think about people, could it be that Xin'er was in danger? He himself didn't know why he was so desperate to find someone, and he should leave. Sometimes he thinks that the Book of Heaven is not a conspiracy and cannot be solved, and there are really rumors in the martial arts: the Book of Heaven is out, and the catastrophe is present.

Open the Book of Heaven, the nameless mantra is not clear, there is only some swelling pain after repeated practice, and there are nine techniques, which cannot be simulated, there is no strength, what if you have the Book of Heaven in your arms?