Outside the market town.

"Boy, what's in your arms? Such a mysterious and mysterious?"

A group of hunters wearing ragged heads and hats stopped the young people with panic in their eyes.

The young man exposed his upper body, carrying a roast chicken wrapped in lotus leaves in one hand, and holding a long gray cloth wrapped in the other hand, as if he was at a loss. He shrank his body like a frightened rabbit, and said timidly: "It's nothing, I just got the things I bought before."

There were four hunters who had set their sights on this young man since the market town, followed him all the way, hanging from afar, and walked to this secluded and deserted place before finally making up his mind to take action and want to do the murderous and robbery.

"Take it out and let the master see it!"

One of them raised the knife in his hand.

If we say that the martial arts world is naturally divided into martial arts, but there are exceptions. Among them, these people who seem to be hunters are exceptions, killing, looting, rape and abducting, and using despicable means, and they use all kinds of despicable means.

I don't know how many rangers caught their way, and their heads were inserted into the wooden poles of the hunting ground and were pecked by birds.

"That's all right, you can't grab it." The young man hugged the package in his arms tighter, very nervous.

Several hunters looked at each other and smiled.

"Okay, we won't rob it." Although they didn't rob it, they had already inadvertently held their waist knife, pretending to be kind, but their eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Take it out and see what good things!"

When the three words "good thing" were mentioned, it seemed that I didn't notice the changes of several people. The young man's expression changed and his face turned mysterious. He said excitedly: "This is really a good thing. If you don't believe it, look!"

When several hunters heard this, they subconsciously straightened their necks and looked into the package that the young man slowly spread.

But suddenly, two cold lights passed by in front of them, and then there was a cold feeling all over their bodies, and the bones were full of coldness.

"Zheng!"

In the package, it turned out to be two knives, two scimitars like the thin moon. The knife was less than two feet long, and it was only flying like a shadow in the young man's hands, and it was like two butterflies full of murderous intent, flying through their fingertips.

The young man's right hand roast chicken was removed from his hand, and replaced by a short knife with a cold light.

The sword light passed by, and the fear in the eyes of the four people had not dissipated. Before they could even take their heads back, they didn't have time to speak. They saw the young man five steps away swinging and moving in the ground in an instant. For a moment, the hustle and bustle were everywhere, and the four people seemed to see a cold moon attacking in front of them.

Only in a moment.

"Puff!"

Four huge heads immediately jumped high, jumped out of the air, and then fell to the ground like stones, rolling out all the way.

The four headless corpses fell slowly in the blood that was sprinkled all over the sky. However, before they could touch the ground, the sword light in the young man's hand rose again. The corpse, which was already two pieces of the body, was torn to pieces like rags, and the remaining limbs of the five internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

A mouthful of bloody saliva spit into the dust that had not dissipated.

Ji Shenxiu wiped the knife in her hand, her eyes calmed like never before. Looking at the ground staring at her head with her eyes open and her eyes closed, he whispered: "But is a good thing?"

After saying that, he bent down and picked up the roast chicken on the ground and left straight away.

The desolate north roared with sand and dust all over the ground, as if answering those words that no one cares about.

...

"Hurry, save people!"

Once back.

Before he could approach the dilapidated wooden house, Lianhua, with the name, pulled his hand and ran into the house.

On the only wooden bed inside, a short-haired young man was frowning and unconscious, his empty right arm was ticking with sticky blood, and his left hand was holding a broken knife tightly.

She brought another person back.

"Didn't you apply herbs?"

Ji Shenxiu looked at the bandaged broken arm and tried the other party's breath. It gradually became smoother, obviously it was not a big deal.

"Where have you been?" Lianhua seemed to remember something and stared at him and looked at him.

Without saying anything, Ji Shenxiu just handed the roast chicken to her arms, turned around and walked out, and the two short knives that were not on her waist were pulled out by him.

Who would have thought that after a simple and unconventional sword score had some moves, it would have undergone extraordinary changes and turned into a brand new sword technique.

Ignoring the girl holding a roast chicken behind her back, Ji Shenxiu lifted her body and the muscles on her back immediately wandered like dragons and snakes, and the two swords in her hand were already flying.

The sword light passed by, only hearing the sound but not seeing the shadow. His feet moved, and his whole body instantly took a strange step, floating and strange. Two cold lights moved like a horse, as if two butterflies were flying in the air.

Ji Shenxiu practiced this exercise for nearly two hours, just waiting for dusk.

"ah!"

"Where is my hand? My hand...my hand...ah...my hand..."

Unbelievable wails rang out from the wooden house.

Immediately, a figure staggered out, holding a broken knife tightly in his hand.

Suddenly, his eyes were staring at the figure practicing swords in front of the courtyard, and looking at Ji Shenxiu, who seemed to be flying in the air, the one-armed young man's eyes instantly increased and became red.

"You can fly? Could it be that you killed my dad?"

He growled, and rushed forward with a broken knife in his left hand.

But at this moment, his qi and blood were weak, and he even broke his arm. How could he be Ji Shenxiu's opponent before he recovered? Before the knife was lifted, the man lay on the ground.

Just as he was struggling to get up, his vision dimmed and he saw Ji Shenxiu walking to him.

The young man was stunned. He looked at Ji Shenxiu's upper body, and finally lowered his head weakly, murmured: "You are not him... You are not him. He has a tattoo, you don't..."

"I know who you are looking for!"

But who knew that the figure in front of him was shocking.

"Do you know? Tell me, who killed my father twenty years ago?" The young man looked excited, and a flame called hatred flowed in his eyes.

Looking at Ding'an who was brought back by Lotus, Ji Shenxiu said without any concealment: "The flying person you are looking for is called Feilong."

But he just finished speaking but poured a basin of cold water. "It's a pity that you are not his opponent. Even if you add up, you probably won't be his opponent."

"Flying Dragon? Flying Dragon...Flying Dragon..." The short-haired young man is the eldest disciple of the "Liangfeng".

Twenty years ago, the killing star "Flying Dragon" washed away the "Liangfeng Roar" and killed his "father" with his own hands, and even hollowed out his body and left only a human skin.

This is the case in the world. No matter how long the so-called hatred has passed, one day there will always be an understanding of it. It cannot be avoided, it cannot be avoided, it cannot be avoided, it cannot be avoided.

They were talking.

But I saw the distant horizon, the earth was surging, and the rumbling sound was astonishing as the waves.
Chapter completed!