Ye Feng, the owner of the Autumn Wind Pavilion, has killed countless people in his life.

As the old saying goes: those who kill will always kill them. So there are many people in the rivers and lakes who want him to die.

However, since he could kill many martial arts masters under the sword, his escape kung fu would naturally not be too weak, so Ye Feng had always been alive. The occasional killer of him all died by his sword.

In the rivers and lakes, everyone knows such a simple truth, and it can even be said to be a common sense: no one who dares to break into the Autumn Wind Pavilion can leave alive.

Until the day he was sixty years old, he finally couldn't stand it anymore, so he came out of the sheath and sprinkled ten thousand points of cold light, only this time, the person he killed was himself.

The next thing was even more logical, and the Absolute Dust Sword passed into the hands of his son, Ye Wuxin.

The Pavilion Master of the Autumn Wind Pavilion committed suicide, and this matter soon spread throughout the entire Jianghu Martial Arts. So there were more people who came to seek revenge. Ye Feng is dead!What else is there in the Autumn Wind Pavilion that is worth fearing?

The tigers are all dead, and the monkeys are still scrambling to show their red butts?

Life is like that sometimes, and one person's misfortune often becomes the happiness of many.

But they were wrong, and they couldn't be more wrong.

Although Ye Feng is dead, Absolute Dust is still there, and Absolute Dust is one of the three swords taken from Lethe. There was still no one to destroy the Autumn Wind Pavilion.

"Get out of here!" Ye Wuxin said coldly. Some say that the shadow of Hades was seen on that face. Standing proudly on the top of the Autumn Wind Pavilion, his robe was clean and proud, dancing in the wind.

It's a good picture, but it's murderous. Dustless wielded, sprinkling ten thousand points of sword, this is how Ye Wuxin defeated wave after wave of avengers. Of course, there are also some villains who plan to take advantage of the fire to rob.

In fact, Ye Wuxin can understand the reason for his father's suicide better than anyone else. Ye Feng once told him that he had been suffering from insomnia since he killed the last person.

"Why?" Ye Wuxin asked.

"Because that person doesn't deserve to die. Ye Feng replied.

Ye Feng had only killed the wrong person in his life, but that person also wanted his life. Whenever midnight came, unjust spirits would come to torment him, haunt him, suffocate him, and make him unable to escape.

"You can kill someone, but you can't kill the wrong person. "The night before Ye Feng committed suicide. He said such things to his son Ye Wuxin.

"Why should I kill someone? I don't have to do what you're doing again. Ye Wuxin actually didn't really understand what his father said.

"Because others will kill you!" Ye Feng said.

"Why would someone else kill me. Is it just because I'm your son?" Ye Wuxin asked.

Ye Feng didn't speak, raised his head and glanced at him, although Ye Wuxin didn't understand all the content in those eyes at that time, but he didn't know why, the more time passed, the more people were killed, the more difficult those eyes were to forget.

"No, because you will be the seventy-second master of the Absolute Dust Sword. And the Absolute Dust Sword is something that everyone in the rivers and lakes wants. Ye Feng said.

People will always do whatever they want and try their best to get it, whether it is in the rivers and lakes or in secular life.

"Then I don't want it, okay?" Ye Wuxin didn't want this sword, although it was a coveted treasure in the eyes of others.

"I only have one son, you!" Of course, the meaning of this sentence is that Ye Wuxin has to do it. No one can choose their parents or their origins. This is fate, but not fate.

"Seventy-two, how did the previous masters die?" Ye Wuxin was indeed very curious.

"Suicide. Ye Feng said lightly.

Ye Wuxin had an ominous premonition, but he didn't expect it to come so soon: early the next morning, his father Ye Feng committed suicide in his study.

Jiechen was still holding it tightly in his hands, and the blood on his neck kept running down his chest, seeping into his clothes, and turning into a dark brown color. Ye Wuxin looked at such a scene in front of him, a little out of breath.

For a long time, Ye Wuxin smiled, not for himself, but for his father, Ye Feng. A legendary swordsman.

Carrying the dust means carrying a mission, and this mission is noble, but it is deadly, Ye Wuxin saw this very clearly in his father's life.

He walked over lightly and kicked the Absolute Dust Sword in Ye Feng's hand away, and with a crisp sound, the Absolute Dust fell in the corner of the door.

This sword is really scary, and there is no blood in killing. Ye Wuxin didn't understand why such a thing was still being snatched by people, but he spilled his own blood on it.

Ye Wuxin held his father's body, and inadvertently looked down and saw the two words on the plain paper on the desk: Lethe.

"It's this ghost place again!" Ye Wuxin said through gritted teeth. He hated Lethe River, he used to hate it inexplicably, and now he hated it for his father, although he didn't know where Lethe was, and he didn't know what kind of place it was.

Suddenly, a very strong grievance surged up in Ye Wuxin's heart, he felt that this was very unfair, because he did not agree, but he inexplicably became the master of the dust, and became the swordsman who everyone chased and killed in the rivers and lakes.

"Knock knock!" someone knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Ye Wuxin said.

"Damn! I said your father would definitely kill himself!" I guessed right!" said the man, with a little joy in his tone.

"Why?" Ye Wuxin asked, he didn't want to be angry, because there was no need.

The man stomped his foot and said, "Why?

The name of the person who came was Xiao Fei, and his father Xiao Duan was the seventieth master of Juchen.

"That's what he deserves!" Ye Wuxin said angrily.

Xiao Fei was a little anxious and said, "How can you talk like that?"

"Then what should I say?" Ye Wuxin asked rhetorically.

"Keep your fucking mouth clean!" Xiao Fei scolded. He scolded people and spat on the stars, and his voice was so high that it seemed to be heard by the whole world.

"Whose mouth is not clean!" Ye Wuxin was holding back the fire and sullenness in his heart because his father had just died, and he raised his sword eyebrows and said coldly.

As soon as the word "net" came out, Ye Wuxin's figure flew and kicked towards Xiao Fei's underbeaten face.

But unfortunately, this kick did not kick, but broke a door and window.

"Not only do you fucking swear, you also beat people! Your dad wouldn't dare do this to me if he was alive. Xiao Fei said scoldingly.

"If my father were alive, he would kill you!" Ye Wuxin's figure changed, and he kicked Xiao Fei again.

"Ahh This kick only used one percent of his strength, but it did hurt.

Xiao Fei reluctantly stood up and said, "We'll meet again!"

With that, he jumped and flew away from the broken window.

"Whoosh!" a dart came towards Ye Wuxin's face door with a note.

Heartless raised his arm slightly, holding the dart between his fingers.

"On August 15, the night of the full moon, Yueyang Lou talked about the road and broke the Lechuan River together. ”

The handwriting is powerful, the head of the knife is swallowtailed, and the person who signed it is the owner of the other sword among the three swords of Lechuan - Qiu Wuji.