() At night, the dark night shrouds the silent city. On the streets that are criss-crossed like a spider web, there are occasionally a few places for singing and drinking. Under the cover of the night, red-haired and green ghosts frequently come and go.

At the window on the fifth floor facing the street, a man in a black trench coat stood by the window, motionless, like a ghost at night. The man held the latest high-power night vision telescope in his hand. At this time, he was staring at the nightclub across the street.

At the door, a sniper rifle was placed next to the man.

The night gradually deepened, and the traffic lights beside the street had disappeared countless times, but the man's figure remained as erect as before, sticking to his post like a green pines and cypresses.

I don’t know when a soldier suddenly appeared in this world. No one knows where he comes from, and no one knows where he belongs. The only thing the world knows is that he specializes in fighting with some cruel and violent people.

He is an enemy, and all those he targets will be killed by his ghost bullets.

His killing techniques are unparalleled in the world. He has been in the world for five years and no one can surpass him to this day.

Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew by, lifting a strand of hair from the man's forehead. At this moment, the man's pupils suddenly opened wide, and an undisguised cold light suddenly passed through his eyes, and a wave of coldness suddenly passed through his eyes.

Murderous intent also filled the room.

In front of the nightclub, a bald man covered in tattoos and wearing a gold necklace swayed out of the door surrounded by a group of gangsters. It seemed that he was quite drunk tonight, but the people around the bald man

The gangster was not drunk.

Near the window, the man in black had put a sniper rifle in his hand. The muzzle of the gun was clearly aimed at the bald man in front of the nightclub. The crisp focus adjustment sound sounded softly in the silent night, as if it came from hell.

The call is like the call of Jiuyou.

I don’t know how many times this has happened, but the man in black has lost count. Since his debut five years ago, so many thugs have died at his hands that he has lost count.

The man is by no means a murderer, nor is he a savior. As long as his bottom line is not violated, he will never choose to kill. The reason why he is here to kill the bald man today is because the bald man’s behavior has violated the law.

reached his bottom line.

There was not a single twinkling star in the pitch-black night sky. This night was so dark, so dark, and so lonely. It was a night with a dark moon, a high wind, and a murderous night.

"Boom."

There was a faint sound of the trigger being pulled, and a silent ghost bullet fired from the muzzle of the gun, streaked across the night sky, and penetrated the bald man's head.

Amid the tense commotion around the bald man, the man in black upstairs skillfully dismantled the sniper rifle and put it into the box, then quickly walked up to the roof, skillfully put on the hydrogen balloon that had been placed, and then jumped

Descend from the tall building, maneuver the hydrogen balloon across the night sky, and then disappear into the pitch-black night.

The next day, the headlines in the newspaper reported the news that the bald man, the boss of Mingcheng's underworld, died last night from a ghost bullet. People who saw this news couldn't help but secretly feel happy that there was one less evildoer in the world.

thugs, when the world is dark there will always be someone to stand up.

Hills, cemeteries.

Two men were paying homage to a dead doctor. One of them turned out to be the man who killed the bald man last night. The other man was much younger. He looked like he was fifteen or sixteen years old, but his whole body was...

It exudes a fierce aura.

In front of the monument, six sticks of incense are burning, three plates of fruit are placed, and there is a copy of today's morning newspaper (the one that reported the death of the bald man). The incense is lingering in the air, as if the ghostly soul of the deceased is watching the last moments of this earthly world.

One glance, and then disappeared into dust.

The man's name was Juetian, and he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child. Then something unexpected happened. When he was fifteen years old, Juetian was diagnosed with a terminal illness. His parents went bankrupt and raised funds to treat Juetian. Within three months, they spent a fortune

I owe a lot of debt, but my illness has not been cured.

By chance, Juetian's parents learned that a doctor could cure Juetian's illness, so they took Juetian there for treatment. Eventually, Juetian's illness was cured, but at this time, Juetian's parents were exhausted.

Their health was not very good to begin with and they worked hard for their son's illness for three months. Soon after, he died. Before they died, they thought about the kindness of the doctor who treated Juetian. From then on, Juetian will

The doctor regarded him as his reborn parent.

But the misfortune did not go away. The doctor was taken hostage by the gangsters. Later, he died from a stray bullet from the gangsters during the battle between the gangsters. When Jue Tian learned the news, he was shocked and furious. The three of them

Months later, Jue Tian came to the doctor's grave with the heads of the gangsters who killed him.

Although Juetian's illness was cured by the doctor, he must take the medicine prepared by the doctor himself every year, otherwise his life will be in danger. Now that the doctor is dead, Juetian only has enough medicine for five years, which means that Juetian has only enough medicine for five years.

Tian only had five years to live, and Juetian, filled with grief and anger, embarked on the path of a dark executor.

From then on, there was one less sunny boy and one more soldier in the world. And because Juetian always killed people in the dark night, the world gave him another nickname: The Messenger of Dark Night, also known as the Messenger of Hell.

Now five years have passed. In the past few days, Juetian has noticed that his body is getting worse and worse. He thinks that death is not far away. However, Juetian does not feel any regrets about this. He has enjoyed a lot in this life.

Things that ordinary people cannot enjoy,

The world of mortals no longer has much temptation for him.

Ten days later, Qingye Villa.

In the spacious and bright villa, the haggard Juetian was lying helplessly on the hospital bed. There was only one man beside him (the man who worshiped the doctor with him before). The whole villa was extremely empty and lonely, giving people a sense of loneliness.

A feeling of twilight.

"Second brother, I'm going to die. Fortunately, now you have learned all my skills and have the legacy I left. You don't have to worry about your future life. In the past year, I have taken you to various places frequently. You

You should have enriched your social experience. From now on, you have to learn to take care of yourself when I am gone." Juetian said weakly while lying on the hospital bed. Now he only has his second brother as a relative in this world, and he was the most relieved before leaving.

People who can’t get down.

"Stop talking, brother, you will get better, you will get better." The second brother saw that Juetian was thinking of him before he died, and he was extremely moved and said with tears.

"Brother is gone. You have to learn to take care of yourself and live independently. You are the only one in our family. We are not short of money. Remember not to be the one in everything." Juetian said, his voice even weaker.

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"I remember, brother, I remember, I will definitely listen to you and I will never force myself to do anything." The second brother said with sobs.

For a long time, the room only echoed with the sobbing of the second brother. When he raised his head and looked at Juetian again, he found that Juetian was dead.

"Brother~!" A crazy voice of sorrow resounded throughout the villa, making the air above groan with tiredness.

In the cold winter, the cold wind howls wantonly, giving people a bone-chilling chill, and the snow falls all over the sky, creating a desolate picture of heaven and earth.

The goose-feather heavy snow spread from the sky to the world, adding a hazy color to the world. The white snow covered the boundless earth, dressing it in a layer of silver. At this moment, all color disappeared in the world, only

The whiteness of the snowflakes remains.

The cold wind is biting, snowflakes are flying, and the world is lonely.

Baijian Villa

The vast white snow covers this spacious villa. The Baijian Villa occupies a very large area and is divided into two parts: the front is the residential building and the back is the pavilion and waterside pavilion. There is a special place on the left side of the Aojian Villa: the sword pond.

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The owner of the Sword Worship Villa is a sword-making family, and the sword pool is where the masters in the village make swords on a daily basis. Although there is heavy snow outside and the cold is biting to the bone, the inside of the sword pool is full of heat, unbearably hot, and is completely like ice.

The two extremes with fire.

Ding ding ding

In the blazing furnace, pieces of iron were melted into molten iron, and then poured into models by the masters to form sword embryos. The muscles of the swordsmiths' whole bodies were bulging, and they exuded a strong aura. They were obviously masters in the world.

, the wolf-head-sized hammer struck at a unique frequency in the hands of the swordsmiths, exercising the sword embryos in their hands and emitting a series of crisp and melodious tinkling sounds.

In the sword pool, a middle-aged man in brocade clothes was walking back and forth casually. The middle-aged man was about thirty years old, his eyes were shining, and his gestures exuded the demeanor of a strong man. This man was Ao Jian.

The owner of the villa is proud.

Aosheng would go to Jianchi for inspection every day. After checking around the Jianchi, Aosheng no longer stayed here because this was not the main reason why he came to Jianchi every day. He must come to Jianchi every day because

There is a peerless sword here, which can be called the best sword in the world, although it has not been completely cast yet.

Deep in the sword pool, Aosheng took off an insulating feather coat from a shelf on the side and put it on, then pushed open the stone door and entered the inside of the sword pool. As soon as he entered, a wave of hot air hit his face, which was stronger than the one outside.

It will be several times hotter, and this is just the beginning.

Going down the stairs, as Aosheng continued to go deeper, the air waves he endured became more and more scorching. In the end, he had to use his strength to resist. Finally, Aosheng reached the end. This was a cave with a radius of more than thirty feet, with a central yang frame.

There is a stove burning. The stove has no fuel but spontaneously ignites. It is actually the fire from the core of the earth.

There is a sword forged on the furnace. This sword was forged by the ancestors of the Ao family a hundred years ago at the invitation of their friend Nie Ying. The sword was made from the ore cold iron and meteorites from the sky, and it took hundreds of years to gradually take shape.

In addition to Ao Sheng, there are two other people here, the swordsmith Zhong Mei (a young man in his twenties, who succeeded his father and continued to forge swords for the Ao family due to his father's early death. Although he is young, he has learned all the true inheritance from his father.

He is a famous swordsmith in the world.) and the sword slave (an old man in his fifties, the aura exuding from his body is more powerful than Aosheng, but at this age, he cannot protect the divine sword for a few years. When the divine sword is really born

At that time, the person who guards the Divine Sword will be the next sword slave.

"Master." Seeing Aosheng's arrival, Zhong Mei nodded and said, but the sword slave was still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed as before.

"Zhongmei, did the sword-making go well today?" Ao Sheng asked. He would always ask this question every time he came here. This sword cost the Ao family a hundred years of hard work and several generations of people had been busy working on it, so he couldn't help but be nervous.

"Don't worry, Master, everything is going well. I have calculated the time in the past few days. According to the current progress, it will take another twenty years to forge this sword." Zhong Mei said.

"What, it will be made in another twenty years, Zhongmei, are you sure your calculation is correct??" Although he was convinced of Zhongmei's sword-making skills, Aosheng still wanted to make sure again.

"That's right, twenty years." Zhong Mei nodded and said with a smile. He could completely understand Aosheng's mood at this time.

"Great, this magic weapon that has been forged for hundreds of years will finally be completed in the hands of our generation. I hope our ancestors will protect us from making mistakes in the past twenty years." Aosheng's expression was extremely excited, and his voice was full of excitement.

Feeling happy.

In the furnace, the fire in the core of the earth burned blazingly, and the scorching high temperature was like the excitement of Aosheng and Zhongmei. Even the old man of the sword slave, who was indifferent in life, rarely opened his eyes that had been closed for an unknown period of time.

, the light flashed, presumably he was also excited by Zhong Mei’s words.

"Zhongmei, I'm leaving, so you can't watch me here." Aosheng said to Zhongmei.

"Don't worry, Master, nothing will happen to you as long as I'm here." Zhong Mei said.
To be continued...