The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

"The shore is bright in spring, and the water shadow is faint at sunset. "Such a beautiful scenery will definitely be pleasing to the eye, but Du XVII does not.

Du Qiqi stared at the lake with golden scales in front of him with a heavy face, and ripples also appeared on his forehead. He originally had a handsome face, but because he was too cold, people didn't dare to look at him directly. At his waist, a sword was tied all over the body, which was pitch black and ingenious, and there was not a trace of variegated color in either the scabbard or the hilt. This sword has become a part of his soul, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, it flashes with an unusual brilliance.

"Again, what's your name?" he softened his brow slightly, but his face remained expressionless.

"......" A black-clothed martial artist said something intermittently to Du Qiqi with his back to Du Qiqi in a slight voice, and no one could hear it clearly. But this seemed to be incompatible with the beautiful sunset in front of Du Qiqi, so Du Qiqi slowly closed his eyes. The evening breeze blew, and the catkins on the shore fell on the black haircarf of the man in black, and the wind blew more and more wildly, and the sweat droplets on his forehead also scattered quickly with the wind, as if he was escaping. He glanced to the left and right a few times, and saw that he was not alone.

Du Seventeen, the head of the most terrible assassination organization "Blood Killing" on the rivers and lakes, is also the youngest but most valuable killer on the rivers and lakes. He also proved that he was worth the price with his actions. In just a few years, thirty-seven masters have lost their lives. These include the Shaolin monk Zhiyuan Zen Master, the head of Huashan "Wind Sword" Zhao Qingfeng, and the Demon Sect Protector Sun Duan. Until now, the duel between him and Sun Duan on the top of Yin Mountain is still widely circulated among the people, and there are at least hundreds of versions. But the only thing that is the same is that he stabbed Sun Xuan, known as the "winged fox", into a dead fox with a single sword. Since then, the demeanor of this ancient sword of Zhanlu has been shown to the world again, and at the same time, it is destined to accompany death forever. Because of this, Du Qiqi has become a thorn in the side of black and white, a thorn in the flesh, most people want to kill him quickly, but unfortunately no one has ever succeeded, no matter how many people kill him, by the next day, there will be a pile of corpses outside the official yamen.

Du XVII has no scruples about killing people. As long as you can afford it, you can kill anyone. So after he took over a few businesses, he has become a huge rich man in the rivers and lakes. He is very strong in martial arts. For several years, he had never been so interested in the object of assassination. He had a good memory, and for years he never asked the name of his assassin repeatedly. Therefore, this time his extraordinariness made everyone on the left and right panic.

"I know, you guys go down" he opened his eyes, "go back and tell Boss Zhang, add 200,000 taels." The man in black quickly saluted, turned and hurried away.

After everyone left, Du Qiqi leaned on the gan alone, looked at the Qionghua Yao grass in the sunset, and sighed softly: "The humane shore is full of spring, and I say that the spring will pass away." ”

Subsequently, his figure also blended into the sunset.