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(one)

It was just dawn.

Before and after dawn----

A carriage ran through the curved stone path, and when the wheels ran through the bumpy stone road, it made a creaking sound that broke the loneliness after sleeping between heaven and earth. Young Master Long sat in the carriage, his thin cheeks were sallow and haggard, and his lips were chapped and pale. This was a face that seemed to have been sick for a long time. However, his eyes shot sharply like a falcon and stared at the knife in his hand.

His eyes never left the knife in his hand.

A strange knife.

A pitch-black knife.

His sword is only half a piece, and the knife surface is carved with a pitch-black dragon, a flying dragon. The dragon master likes money very much. From the moment he became a killer, he just made money. His money is not used to play with women, to spend money, nor to bet, but to the half knife in his hand.

No one in the world can cast his broken knife together except Tong Blacksmith. Tong Blacksmith asked him to produce one thousand taels of gold, but he would produce one thousand taels of gold, and one tael cannot be missed.

In his eyes, the knife is more important than his own life!

tonight.

The person Long Master wants to kill is worth one thousand taels of gold.

(two)

Finally saw a small town.

The coachman hurriedly stopped the horse and stopped outside an inn. He had to stop because after a few days of travel, the fatigue and troubles of the journey had made him feel hungry and uncomfortable. He lifted the curtain and smiled and said, "Young Master, the inn has arrived." Young Master Long seemed to understand what he meant, and nodded, just nodded.

The inn's gust was sweating profusely. When he looked up and saw another customer, he immediately came over and said happily: "Customer, please come in." At this time, a loud shout came from the lobby; "My man, add another pot of wine, hurry up!" The shop's gubernator turned around and his face suddenly changed, and he hurried to go up and add wine.

Young Master Long also took a look and saw the man who was calling out, with strong eyebrows, thick eyes, numb face, plump lips, half of his nose, and a scar over two inches long on his left face. The already ugly face was even more ugly and even disgusting.

Young Master Long didn't want to look at it anymore because he felt disgusted. He found an empty table in the corner, sat down slowly, and ordered a pot of wine and a few local side dishes. The coachman couldn't help but look at the man again, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Young Master, there is such a person in the world, it's the first time I have seen him." Young Master Long took a sip of wine slowly and said coldly: "You have said too much."

The coachman suddenly shut up because the man stood in front of the coachman at some point.

He was waiting for the coachman to continue talking.

The coachman's throat rolled up and down, but he couldn't say a word, and his face was so scared that he turned blue.

The man placed a golden sword heavily on the table. The knife seemed to weigh forty or fifty kilograms. Just put it gently, the solid wooden table was also shaken. He stared at the coachman and said coldly: "Speak."

The coachman's lips were numb, his tongue was curled up, and his blue face turned white and pale.

Young Master Long suddenly said slowly: "Do you want to hear?"

The man turned his vicious eyes on Mr. Long, the scar on his face was ferocious, and he smiled in a slight smile, saying, "As long as you can say it, I want to hear it."

Young Master Long did not look at him, poured the wine slowly, took another sip, and said, "But, I don't like to talk when I drink, the wine will make people say the wrong words, and the listeners will be unhappy."

The man was stunned and said, "What if there is no wine?"

Young Master Long said, "There is no wine, you will be even more unhappy when you hear what I say."

The man sneered, "Then you must be a person who can't speak."

Young Master Long smiled and said, "You are right."

The man suddenly saw Mr. Long's broken knife, pitch black and strange broken knife, and then laughed loudly. His ugly facial features were squeezed into a piece, and he couldn't tell the difference between his eyes, nose and mouth. But his laughter suddenly paused and said, "Is this your knife?"

Young Master Long said lightly: "Yes."

The man started laughing again, laughing louder and louder, and tears burst out, saying, "Is this a knife?"

Young Master Long said lightly: "Yes."

The man said, "Is this a knife?"

Young Master Long said, "What kind of knife is considered a knife?"

The man lifted the golden sword, shook his hand, and the table immediately lost a corner, which showed that his sword was not only heavy, but also sharp. He said proudly: "A such a sword is considered a knife, and a good one."

Young Master Long said: "My knife is not used to cut the table, and a knife that can cut the table may not be a good knife."

The man stared at Mr. Long and said angrily: "You said my knife is not a good knife."

He was already angry.

After drinking the wine in Mr. Long's glass, he poured another glass and took a sip slowly. He drank very slowly but was extremely gentle. He spoke very gentle. "When I drink, I don't like to talk, but I don't like to listen to people."

The man said coldly: "If you know who I am, I'm afraid I can't even drink wine."

Young Master Long smiled and said, "No matter who you are, I can drink the wine."

The man also smiled and said, "There are 'Three Poisons and One Boss' in the world, the Poison Lady, the Poison God, the Poison Saint, and the Soul-Breaking Sword Boss."

Mr. Long continued: "Not only I know, but everyone in the world knows it." The man smiled and said coldly: "I am the Soul-Breaking Sword Dominator."

The coachman is not a man from the martial arts world, but when he heard the word "Soul Broken", he was so scared that his legs shivered and shrank into a ball.

Young Master Long frowned and said, "You are Qiu Tianba, the Soul-Breaking Sword Domineering Sword." Qiu Tianba, "Yes." Young Master Long said, "Great." Young Master Long said, "Great?" Young Master Long nodded and said, "I have someone to pay for my wine. Do you think it's great?" Qiu Tianba, "Who?" Young Master Long said, "You."

Qiu Tianba lowered his face, and his hammer-like fist hit the table, smashing a hole the size of a fist and gritting his teeth and saying, "Do you still want me to pay for the wine?"

Young Master Long said, "No. But now I will take your life."

Qiu Tianba glanced at his broken knife and laughed.

Suddenly, Mr. Long's sword moved.

The sword light cannot be seen.

What I saw was blood, Qiu Tianba's blood.

Blood shot out from his throat, his pupils contracted violently, staring at Mr. Long and the black broken knife.

Qiu Tianba opened his mouth in pain and said in horror: "You are,,,,." The "Princess" of the throat kept ringing, and his voice could no longer be heard.

The coachman's face was pale, his lips trembled even harder, and he said in a trembling voice: "You, you, you, you killed him."

Young Master Long's knife was still on the table, and the person was still drinking, drinking sips.

(three)

Blood.

The blood of six people.

Not dry.

The Poisonous Lady, the Third Lame, the Third Young Master of the Western Regions, and the Seventh King.

Everyone's blood has not dried yet.

(Four)

The earth is as white as silver, and the night is as white as day.

Li Bufan was drinking, drinking in the dark room.

The door was closed and the windows were closed, and the soft moonlight was closed outside, but people were locked in the house.

There are no lights, no moonlight, no candles, no fire, only darkness.

He had dissolved into the darkness, unable to see his face, and was even quiet enough to not even sound.

The door suddenly opened, and the soft moonlight as soft as water flew into the dark room. Li Bufan looked up and saw the moonlight. In the moonlight, his pale face was even more pale, close to the paleness of death.

He had seen him already.

Snow-white clothes, black knife, pale face.

He also saw his sword.

The three-foot-seven-inch sword is cold, sharp and sharp.

Young Master Long sighed and said, "Your sword is as fast as the legendary one." Li Bufan suddenly stared at the dark broken knife in his hand and said, "You are the seventh person to kill me." Young Master Long sighed again, "It's also for a thousand taels of gold."

This is not a good reason, it is indeed a frank reason.

Li Bufan was laughing and said, "Killing people is not pleasant, and being killed is even more boring. Drinking is fun and pleasant. Are you just here to have a drink?"

Young Master Long said coldly: "Do you invite me to drink?"

Li Bufan said: "Yes, it's more fun for two people to drink."

Mr. Long said: "It's more fun to drink from three people."

Li Bufan stared at him and said, "One more?"

Mr. Long said: "Yes."

Li Bufan said, "Where is it?" Mr. Long said, "It's a pity that he can't drink anymore." Li Bufan smiled bitterly and said, "Only the dead can't drink."

Young Master Long's voice suddenly became colder, and the black broken knife was held tighter and stronger. He sneered: "He is already a dead person."

Li Bufan said: "You shouldn't have killed him."

Mr. Long continued: "I'll kill him."
To be continued...