Chapter 1577 The Royal Family Master

In the capital, it snowed heavily in the evening. The snowflakes were like countless white elves, slowly flying from the night sky to every corner of the capital. In less than a night, a silver carpet was laid on the streets and alleys, and people also covered blankets in the sudden cooling.

In this kind of weather, in addition to night shift members who are busy making a living, there shouldn’t be anyone on the road. After all, warming a pot of wine and hugging a woman is the king. However, at the darkest time before dawn, a man in white walked into the Lijing Square in Beijing with a pot of wine.

Although a man in white can judge others from his body shape, it is difficult to tell about his age from his face. His temperament and elegance add a little bit of youth to him. People with such good care and extraordinary clothing are naturally either rich or noble, and it is inevitable that they will appear at this moment.

While several aunts holding brooms to clean the square muttered slightly, the man in white disappeared like a phantom. Five minutes later, he appeared five hundred meters away from Lijing Square. He squeezed the wine pot and poured it into his mouth and sighed: "It's so fucking cold this day."

“It’s too far behind Hawaii!”

While he murmured and cursed the heavy snowy weather, his eyes fell on the manhole cover five meters away in front of him. Then he took a step forward and read a poem: "The moon-black geese fly high, and the Shanyu escapes at night, trying to chase the light cavalry, and the heavy snow is full of bows and swords! Why don't you escape in such a good weather?"

The man in white sighed: "You have come to the capital through all your hardships. You should leave early if you don't kill people. Then I will chase you with my sword. Only in this way can you meet these good poems. Unfortunately, you are hiding under the manhole cover, which makes me worry about whether to kill you."

As he finished his words, the manhole cover, which was originally silent, was covered with heavy snow, shot up and hit the man in white with a bang. The latter seemed to have expected the strangeness of the manhole cover, and shot out the stone buried in the snow with his right foot, as fast as a meteor to hit the middle of the manhole cover.

"boom!"

The manhole cover split in all directions, stirring up a fierce airflow, causing the falling snowflakes to roll around. The stone cracked the manhole cover and shot it along the track toward the wellhead behind. At almost the same time, four people burst out from the wellhead, and they all swung their knives to chop the stone down.

The next second, they trained and quickly retreated seven or eight meters, standing next to another manhole cover, which suddenly lifted up, and four men holding long swords appeared. Their formation changed into a defensive arc, and their eyes were cold to look at the man in white who was drinking.

One person shouted, "Who are you?"

The man in white took a step forward and glanced at the dry well: "What a great place!"

Although it was snowing outside, the well was still very dry. The dry well that was abandoned all year round only had one entrance to the manhole cover, and the wellhead was very small and high from the ground. In addition to a vent vent with a size of a thumb, the manhole cover was often closed. The sun could never shine in, and heavy snow could not be spilled in.

In the sight of the man in white, there was a special manhole cover in the middle of the dry well. The manhole cover was painted in white paint and was very thick. No one could tell whether the cover was made of earth and stone or made of copper and iron. But anyone could tell that the cover was very thick, thick enough to isolate everything and also waterproof and fireproof.

Leaping over the manhole cover they usually used to prevent pedestrians from accidentally discovering it, the man in white also found that there were several coats hanging on the wall of the dry well, a table was mounted under the dry well, two quilts were covered with them, and of course, a box of instant biscuit noodles and more than ten bottles of pure water.

There is nothing else other than that.

The man in white poured a sip of strong wine into his mouth, and sighed warmly, "This dry well is even simpler than the place where an ascetic monk lives. It was so surprising that Li Taibai's disciples would live in such a place. It was no wonder that so many people could not find you."

Then, he ignored the solemn expression of the man in black and curled a faint smile on his lips: "But I think that you live in a cemetery in South Korea all year round, and the conditions of this dry well may be nothing for you, but it's good no matter what. You shouldn't come to China."

He sighed and added: "I heard that there are not many children left in the Sword Tomb, and there are very few good players in the Sword Tomb. Judging from your reactions and skills, you should be the remaining elites. If you die under my long sword, the Sword Tomb will probably be removed from the world."

"Who are you?"

A man in black shouted in a low voice with a sharp look, holding a long sword and pointing to the man in white: "Are you from Zhao? Are you here to clear out the potential danger of Zhao Heng? It's really good that you can find us, but you want to kill us alone, dream! On the contrary, we have to silence you."

There was murderous intent in his eyes. He was originally a lofty and noble person, but now he hid in the well like a wandering wild dog. He was never willing to endure this torture and pain, but he must endure it because he must wait for Zhao Heng.

So he and his companions spent the long night in the cold night wind, but they did not expect that they had been discovered. Although the man in white arrived alone, he knew that the plan to attack Zhao Heng was about to fail, which made him a little depressed and unwilling, but he would face it cruelly in the end.

"It doesn't matter who it is, what matters is that you are going to die!"

The man in white kept a kind smile on his face, and a long sword flashed out with his right hand: "Actually, why should I take action to kill you? Zhao casually sent someone to the well to inject poison gas. No matter how waterproof you can prevent fire, it will be dead, but because of my friendship with Li Taibai."

"I don't mind sending you a ride!"

He also said in a playful tone: "After killing you tonight, the South Korean sword tomb will become history. Park Tae-do doesn't know whether it's arrogance or stupidity. He sent you seed players out to die. After ten or eight years of precipitation, the sword tomb will recover five or six points of vitality because of you."

He stepped forward in the white snow, and his elegant aura made the eight people subconsciously hold the sword tightly. Then he heard the man in white sigh: "It's a pity that you are destined to be finished! Moreover, Park Tae-do's deployment to attack Zhao Heng will also die. The most important thing is that you will become an excuse for the war in China."

"Swoosh!"

When the eight men in black saw their identities, they knew that they were the only ones who died. The grudge between Hengmen and Jian Tomb of China and South Korea were locked in. They were only ones who broke the death penalty. They knew this before they came, so even though Zhao Heng had not yet waited for Zhao Heng, they still had all their strength to take action.

Eight people were like eight arrows, and instantly changed their defensive formation and shot into the man in white. The sword energy was scattered. In the blink of an eye, they had already stabbed out three swords. Each sword was stabbed out like a warrior on the battlefield, brave and unrestrained. Its tragic and tragic, and no sword technique could match it.

However, after the twenty-four swords were stabbed out, they did not even touch the man in white. The latter retreated back and pulled out three meters away, causing the twenty-four swords to fall into nothing. By this time, even if the man was not dead, the sword style was old, and eight people would have to die before they died.

Just when the man in white was preparing to make a move for eight people's sword moves, the eight people at the end of their strength shook their left hand again, and eight soft swords poked out like poisonous snakes. The tip of the sword suddenly flashed like a poisonous snake, and they stabbed the man in white with a stagnant pace, and lightly stabbed out with a light sword.

The eight swords at the beginning were quite strong and murderous intent, just like dark clouds everywhere in the sky, which made people dare not slash their sharp edges. Now that the sword in the left hand pierced out, suddenly it pushed the dark clouds all over the sky away, making the sun shine in the whole sky, and the sunlight instantly covered the vital points of the man in white.

One inversion and one right, demonstrating the extraordinary skills of eight people.

"Good come!"

The man in white rarely showed a hint of praise. With these three words, the sword light flashed. The sword was originally held in the hand of the man in white. Everyone saw the sword in his hand, but suddenly, the sword broke eight soft swords, and everyone also saw that the soft sword was cut off by him.

But no one saw how his sword broke the soft sword. The next second, the sword light flashed again. The eight people clearly saw the long sword rushing towards their throats, and could feel the murderous intent of the man in white, but they didn't know how to resist and could not avoid it backwards.

The eight people all fell down, no blood was flowing because the blood had not yet flowed down.

The snow is still white.

The fallen leader remembered many things when he closed his eyes, remembered the daily morning and evening, the uninterrupted hard practice, the glory that the sword tomb once had, the blood flowing from his opponent under his sword, and also the instructions of Park Tae-do. Their greatest value lies in death.

He wanted to die, but he didn't want to die, but he died in the end. Why are there always too many contradictions in a person's life? He couldn't figure it out, but he didn't even have time to figure it out. Snowflakes circling and falling, covering his body, and covering their throats.

"You can come out!"

The man in white killed eight people and poured mellow wine on the sky, his voice remained calm: "I have followed me in seven or eight places these two days. I came out to kill people tonight to give you a chance to take action. What? Now I am the only one, don't you have the courage to show your strength to fight?"

The cold wind blew, and the sword slid down the last drop of blood.

"It is worthy of being the number one sword in China."

Three old men showed themselves from three directions, one of them laughed in a low voice:

"Even the three of us old ghosts can feel it, I Miyamoto Kazuo!"

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