Luck is a very wonderful existence.

Mortals cannot see it, and monks cannot see it, but sometimes they will surround us strangely.

Sometimes it even determines the fate of a country and the fate of a certain person and a certain family.

Daliang! One of the countries where mortals gather in the Lingnan cultivation world.

There is not a large population here, but it also looks like millions.

There are not many monks living in Daliang, but there are traces to follow.

The dark sky brought a drizzling rain, and blood light appeared faintly above the sky.

This means that Daliang Kingdom will suffer a bloody disaster in the near future.

Disaster is coming!

The drizzle of rain fell from the sky, causing the people on the street to close the doors one after another.

An 80-year-old man, squinted his eyes and looked at the dizzy sky, his face covered with sad clouds.

And behind him, a beautiful young woman was crying and wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.

In the streets and alleys, a team of brides and snails and drums were walking here.

at the same time.

A figure in a black robe and covered in darkness also quietly walked into the place. A pair of eyes hidden in darkness flashed with a gloomy light. He could see the whole picture of Pengcheng clearly at just one glance.

But what puzzled him was why there was a team to pick up the bride on this heavy rainy day?

And it seems to be very pompous.

He smiled: "Interesting! I haven't had a wedding wine in the world for a long time, so I'll ask for a drink..."

The man's eyes were beatings and his figure under his black robe gradually disappeared into the heavy rain.

The sound of gongs and drums became stronger and stronger, and he stopped strangely when he approached the door of the 80-year-old man's house.

The wedding receptionist was a fat young man with a low appearance and a greasy face.

dismount.

Haha laughed and said, "My father-in-law, I'm here to pick up the bride. Let my wife come out quickly."

The people behind him also laughed loudly, but there was a three-point strange look in his smile.

The heavy rain was falling, and some servants dressed in slaves held umbrellas for the laughing people. However, there was a helpless and bitter expression on their faces.

The 80-year-old man immediately stood up and saw a Guan Gong sword in his hand, and his eyes became very sharp.

It seemed that at this moment he was not an 80-year-old man, but a brave general who had been through the battlefield for a long time.

The beautiful woman in the room had swollen eyes. Her sad crying and unwilling emotions filled the sky of Pengcheng.

They are a father and son!

The old man is the father and the woman is the daughter.

My father's eyes gradually became gloomy, and the big knife in his hand was a little shaking, looking weak.

The mourning woman became more and more sad, with pear blossoms passing by rain, and she was pitiful. A look of despair flashed on the tears.

The fat man smiled and said, "My father-in-law, what does Guan Gong's sword mean in your hand?"

The 80-year-old man was furious: "Thief, don't be arrogant. You kill my son-in-law and force my little daughter. The government dares not take you, but I dare to kill you. Today, I will be willing to fight my father and daughter's life. Don't even think about stealing relatives from me."

Guan Gong's big sword slashed across the rain curtain, raising a small wave and slashing at the fat young man under the horse.

A ball of black mist fell quietly above the eaves.

A young man in black robe was staring at everything that was happening below with cold eyes.

The fat young man touched his fat belly and laughed: "Your poor son-in-law will die if he dies. It's not like this young master is rich and powerful! An old guy is shameless and gives me all the same things."

"Swish"

More than 30 martial arts people from the world who have great martial arts skills emerged strangely and fought with the 80-year-old man.

In a moment, the big sword in the 80-year-old man was slashed out by a sharp sword. He himself was also blocked by a bright big sword, looking shrill, life and death-related.

The fat young man's little eyes rolled a few times, and there was a hint of pride on his face.

More than 30 martial arts people are all masters who were the Peng family who spent a lot of money to dig from the National Martial Arts Association.

Although the old man was a general who fought against a hundred when he was young, he was only once...

No match for the thugs at all.

The fat young man raised his voice and was about to say something when the woman with pear blossoms ran out of the house.

"Don't hurt my father."

"Yuzhu!"

The 80-year-old man suddenly had luck, and his old injury relapsed and almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

However, this also successfully bounced the big knife around the neck out.

He helped up his weak daughter and said, "Sir can be killed but not humiliated. You, my father and daughter stand tall..."

The fat young man suddenly widened his eyes, looking very distressed.

"My wife, you are my wife who has not passed away. How can I hurt my father-in-law?

"It's just that my father-in-law wants to kill me, so I'll ask my men to fight against the enemy. Is that right?"

The actions of the 80-year-old man were almost simultaneously performed with the distressed words of the obese young man.

The woman named Yuzhu moaned and looked at her old and frustrated father.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't make things difficult for my father, everything else is easy to say."

The fat young man was waiting for this sentence, and he smiled with a cunning look on his face: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say."

An 80-year-old man was strong and snatched the sword from the hand of a guard beside him.

He shouted: "Daughter, let's take the lead for your father. You and my father would rather die than surrender. You should go too..."

With this loud shout, I will commit suicide.

The fat young man's face changed slightly, and he quickly ordered his men to stop the old man's suicide.

Yuzhu's face turned pale, but the timidity in her eyes seemed to become somewhat resolute.

A miserable tragedy is about to happen.

At this moment, a mutation broke out.

A ball of black fog fell from the sky, blowing the sharp sword in the 80-year-old man's hand far away.

at the same time.

A figure in a black robe appeared under the eaves, and a strange smile flashed across the corner of his mouth that was slightly exposed under the black hat.

"Swish!"

In the blink of an eye, the fat young man's body was lifted into the air by an invisible big hand.

A cold and cold sound condensed the surging rain curtain in the sky like the twelfth lunar month.

"Forcibly rob the girl of the people. I don't like you, so I'm going to kill you."

The black-robed figure stood two feet away from the fat young man, and his invisible force was pinching the latter's neck.

The fat young man felt that he was being targeted by a prehistoric beast, his throat was tightly clamped and he could not speak.

All the martial arts masters changed their qualities.

There is no shortage of people with vision among them. It can be seen that the black-robed person who suddenly appeared here is definitely not a simple guy.

However, due to the pressure from the Peng family, the two leading guys hesitated for a while and still chose to stand out.

Drawing the sword, shouting, "Brother, if you have something to say, the young master in your hand is today..."
Chapter completed!