The setting sun is setting in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun reflects the sky in a colorful and gorgeous way, on an abandoned old road overgrown with wild grass. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The setting sun pulled a shadow to the elder, he ran in a panic on this ancient road full of grass and rubble, running for his life while looking back from time to time, he was sweating profusely, panting and puffing, not daring to stay, like a Yaksha chasing after him, a ghost chasing souls.

There was nothing behind him, not the slightest shadow of a living creature, and not even half a figure. He still didn't dare to slow down for half a minute, his pace did not decrease but ran faster, the panic on his face deepened, he seemed to feel something, as if an invisible big hand was about to hold him, and grabbed him with his big hand, and he ran faster.

His degree was very fast, and he landed on the ground with a sound of broken stone cracking in one step, and his body shot forward like an arrow, which was the distance of the foot. He had been running at such a speed for half an hour, and now he was already physically and mentally exhausted, and his internal strength was almost exhausted, but he gritted his teeth, insisted on it, and ran for another quarter of an hour, and in front of him was a small slope mountain, although the mountain was not very high, and the trees were not too tall, but it was still green and full of life.

A small stream of less than three feet meanders slowly down from the height of the mountain, the stream is not deep, very clear, it can be seen that there are pebbles in the stream, there are no big stones to block the flow, there are no fish and shrimp in the stream, he is very hungry and thirsty, and the fatigue of his body is passing that he should rest.

He turned his head to look back, the four fields were silent, there was no one, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and his steps slowed down, to the stream, he stopped, his feet suddenly weakened, one staggered to his knees, his head smashed and immersed in the stream, the stream splashed everywhere, he poured a few mouthfuls of stream water, and suddenly raised his head and coughed.

He turned over, his hair was full of messy hair like a waterfall slowly floating on the water, lying at the water's edge in large characters, for a long time, before he slowly got up, he took a handful of water in his hand and washed his face that was completely covered by dust, and the stream reflected his face.

He looked like he was in his fifties, his cheeks were thin, his eyes were sunken inward, the corners of his eyes were wrinkled, and his nose was a little sunken, like a skeleton.

He rolled over and lay down again, still gasping for air in his mouth, and his breathing was not yet steady.

Suddenly, he laughed, and it was even more harsh and piercing than the sound of sawing wood, and he laughed merrily, more than if he had picked up ten taels of gold on the ground.

He wept again, even more so than he had had done so many years earlier when his father had died, and his expression was sad, and suddenly he stopped crying, his eyes glazed over, and his eyes were blank, like a fool.

Again there was a loud cry, a loud wah, echoing through the hills. Laughing and crying, he cried and laughed, his expression changed, one moment was happy, he felt lucky, one moment was sad, it was memories, and it was pain entangled.

He laughed while crying and said, "I'm not dead, hahahaha, that evil star didn't catch up with me, how could I die, I'm alive and well." As he spoke, he touched his chest and heart, and it fluttered, and it was beating, and he felt it.

"Big brother, third brother, I will definitely avenge you...... I am still alive, rest in peace! I will bear the hatred of everyone, and one day, I will definitely kill him, and I swear to heaven that I will break him into pieces, and I will chew off his blood and his flesh little by little. ”

Fengyun gritted his teeth and said word by word, there was an unforgettable hatred in that voice, that was the hatred that could only be quelled with blood, the seeds of revenge were buried deeply, and this hatred was about to explode when human nature was destroyed, but he did not look like a human person now or in the past.

He was a thief, a murderous thief.

"You want to seek revenge on me?" In this silent place, in this kind of place, a second voice suddenly appeared, this voice was indifferent, like ice and snow in the cold winter wax moon, the cold drowned the wind and clouds, the wind and clouds were trembling, and their faces were trembling with horror. He swept around, and there was half a shadow in his eyes.

"You want to kill me, you want to break me into pieces, you want to drink my blood, you want to eat my flesh?" the voice came from all directions, and it could not find a place to speak, it was indifferent, and the wind and clouds trembled more and more.

"You...... Come out, get out of here......" Fengyun trembled and gritted his teeth and yelled.

"What kind of enmity do our three brothers have against you, you want to hunt us down? He was terrified to the extreme, his pupils dilated, as if he was about to be scared to death.

"There is no hatred. The voice was still elusive, still cold.

"What about you...... You ......" Fengyun was roaring, and he couldn't accept it.

"The women, girls, and children whom you have slain have no enmity with you, and neither do the unarmed have any grudges against you. The voice was sharp and cold. "Those poor children, you broke their hearts and gouged out their hearts, and those poor women were killed by your ****, don't you deserve to die. There was anger in the voice, and the killing intent spread.

"Are you just for those people?" they met you?" asked Fengyun unwillingly.

"Kill for the justice of the world, you should have died a long time ago. The voice was muffled.

"Didn't you want me to come out? I'm right here and you can't see it, are your eyes already covered by the killings? You can't see the miserable faces of those who have been killed by you, you can't hear those cries?"

Suddenly, a figure appeared only ten feet away from the wind and clouds, and his clothes fluttered as if he were riding the wind.

The sword, a blood-red sword, was held in his blood-red hands, blood-red clothes, and he was like a hell breaking into the world's Shura, about to set off a monstrous killing.

The sword, a sharp sword, was red with blood, his hands were full of blood and withered, his clothes, which were originally white, were also soaked in blood, and he exuded a monstrous killing intent.

The killing intent was shrouded, the wind and clouds shivered frequently, and the thin forehead that didn't have much meat was sweating like rain.

He was trying to move his legs, trying to escape, but those legs seemed to weigh as much as a thousand pounds at the moment, and he couldn't move half a step.

"Move, move me, my legs, don't you usually walk like flying, you move for me!" Fengyun roared in his heart, his expression anxious and tense as if he was about to stop suddenly.

At last, he moved his legs, and his legs finally listened to him again, but it was too late.

Recite......

The sky seemed to suddenly become bright.

Light, a blinding flash of light.

brush

A big head flew up, rolled down a few times, and came to a standstill.

Fengyun's eyes were still wide open, and his eyes were full of confusion. The body took two more steps forward and fell.

......

"Hey, have you heard? That swordsman Li Zhihao has got rid of the three brothers of the Feng family who killed people like hemp. "A small teahouse, one person.

"Really, that's really a great thing, it can't be fake! I've heard that the three heroes of the Feng family are ruthless characters, all of them are extraordinary in martial arts, and the three of them can fight first-class masters together." There was a man next to him who didn't believe it.

"Hey, hey, that's the first thing I've gotten, and I'm sure it's not a lie. Speaking of the swordsman Li Zhihao, he is holding a divine sword, and he can easily click the three heroes of the Feng family with a sword, the sword is fast, faster than lightning! There is ......" He babbled and said, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, and he gestured word by word, and the more he spoke, the more excited he became, and his spit flew.

......

The creek left a red stream, and Li Zhihao was washing, cleaning the sword, cleaning the bloody hands, and cleaning the bloody clothes.