Devil Sword in Jianghu

On the long street in Yueyang City, a very thin little donkey sat a thin and exquisite little girl.

A thin young man led a little donkey and walked slowly.

This is traceless and small.

At this time, the night was deep and the long street was silent.

The little girl's hair was withered and yellow, and her face was tired and sad, but she sat on the donkey's back and had no cowardice and fear of yesterday.

The shops along the street have closed and the vendors have packed up and gone home.

"Look, why is he back? Doesn't he know Cuiliu villa is after him“

There are still stalls selling snacks in the streets, with several diners sitting. Seeing no trace coming slowly, they all looked at him in surprise.

Someone shouted softly, "young Xia, leave Yueyang quickly. A strong dragon can't crush a local snake“

Traceless smile, teeth as white as jade.

His smile is still sunny, which makes everyone feel very comfortable like a spring breeze.

When he crossed the long street and came to Jiang nanchun, he was suddenly stunned.

The shopkeeper was sitting on the doorstep dejectedly. Looking through the door, he saw that the tables and chairs were messy and dilapidated.

The gold paint signboard hanging from the lintel had been taken down, fell to the ground and broke several pieces.

When the shopkeeper felt someone coming, he slowly raised his deeply hooked head, stared at a pair of slightly turbid and sad eyes, and looked blankly.

"Young Xia, you are back“

The shopkeeper seemed to stand up very hard and trotted all the way to Wuji.

In his eyes, the eyes that were full of despair were like looking forward to the dawn of a glimmer of hope, and the turbid eyes suddenly became shining.

"Did Cuiliu villa do this“

No trace asked. There was a slight anger in his tone.

The shopkeeper nodded and said, "this is the second time. After you left last night, more than a dozen people came to Cuiliu villa to make a mess of the shop. Just after finishing a little in the evening, a few more people came and smashed it. Also put down cruel words, if I don't get out of Yueyang by myself, I will be smashed until I get out of Yueyang“

When he said this, there was sadness, anger, helplessness and despair.

"Cuiliu villa... What kind of people are they? Why bother you?

There was a faint chill in traceless eyes, and a ribbon of murderous chill.

"Just because I hired someone to bury the old man for you, young Xia, they were angry with me because they couldn't find you..."

There was a cold light and a trace of anger in his traceless eyes.

The shopkeeper gave a long sigh of "Hi".

"Cuiliu villa is very powerful. It can call the wind and rain in Yueyang! Besides, he is still a close friend of the Changjiang gang. Young Xia, you'd better hurry! I'll close the restaurant and go back to my hometown. "

Shopkeeper Li's eyes are filled with grief, anger, helplessness and despair.

The traceless eyes slowly lit up a rage, a rage that wanted to kill. In his heart, he felt an invisible depression, and he had to vent!

He took Xiaoli off his donkey's back and came to shopkeeper Li.

"Wuji has something to trust. I wonder if shopkeeper Li would like to“

Shopkeeper Li looked at Xiang Wuji and said, "young Xia, it doesn't hurt to say! As long as the little old man can do his best, he will not refuse“

Traceless glanced at Xiaoli and said, "please take care of Xiaoli for a few days. When traceless finishes an important thing, come back to pick her up“

Shopkeeper Li didn't even think about it, nodded and said, "young Xia, just rest assured and give it to the little old man“

Xiaoli turned to look at Xiang Wuji and suddenly whispered, "brother, don't you want Xiaoli“

The voice was slight and cowardly.

Traceless gently stroked her head and said with a smile, "my brother has another very important thing to do. When my brother finishes it, he will pick you up“

Xiaoli looked up at him, his eyes full of hope and pity.

"Brother, don't you lie to me“

"Of course“

Xiaoli suddenly smiled, which was also brilliant.

Traceless said goodbye to Xiaoli and shopkeeper Li, rode on the donkey alone and walked slowly to the other end of the long street.

Less than a mile from the south gate is the famous Cuiliu villa in Yueyang.

In his heart, suddenly there was a faint blockage, a blockage that made him unhappy.

He deeply felt that he really entered the Jianghu at this time and became one of the people in the Jianghu.

How majestic Cuiliu villa is. It oppresses the people and runs amok in Yueyang. It is arrogant, domineering and wanton.

This made him feel a trace of indignation. He wanted to ask why Cuiliu villa did this!

No trace is depressed in his heart, not for his sad life experience, not for his fate that may die at any time. Just for this Jianghu.

The sound of donkey's hoofs beat the bluestone slab in the long street, and walked slowly without trace.

After leaving the city without trace, he came to Cuiliu villa built near the lake along a wide blue stone road.

Yueliu mountain is rich, and Cuiliu mountain villa has a wide range of buildings, with extraordinary momentum.

The road paved with bluestone leads directly to the gate of the villa. Three feet in front of the gate, two surrounded emerald willows flourish.

At the door, a pair of stone lions, one person high, are separated on both sides. On the one foot high vermilion door, the thick copper nails of the tea cup glitter.

Just above the lintel, there is a large gold painted plaque. The four characters "Cuiliu villa" are not written in ink, but inlaid with pure copper. From a distance, it is even more impressive.

The gate was closed, and four men in green clothes stood motionless in the light.

Traceless slowly got off the donkey and walked slowly to the gate of the villa.

Now, it is late at night, such a young man suddenly appears at the gate of Cuiliu villa.

Zhuang Ding standing at the door saw no trace and saw him coming slowly,

One of them shouted, "the boy came to the door himself!"

The other man opened the door and flew in.

A moment later, a dozen people came out, and the leader was the Taoist.

"Well, you boy, dare to come to the door by yourself. Taoist priest, I'm worried that I have no place to find you“

As soon as the Taoist waved his hand and brushed the dust, he flew to Wuji.

Traceless jumped off the donkey. Before drawing his sword, the dust had swept to his face with a strong wind.

The traceless body turned very flexibly. Avoiding this move, he pulled out the long sword with his backhand and stabbed it with one sword.

The Taoist priest was extremely violent. He scolded angrily and brushed the dust to attack between his chest and abdomen.

Traceless originally wanted to teach Cuiliu villa a lesson. As soon as he came up, the Taoist couldn't help but say something and attacked blindly.

He was angry with the Taoist priest in his heart. When he came out of the sword, he was no longer merciful.

Qingyuan sword stabbed away one after another. The cold light was shining and the shadow of the sword was like the wind.

The dusting wires fell one after another. In a moment, there was only a bare dusting handle left.

The Taoist priest looked at the bare dusting handle on his hand and was stunned. Before he could react, a cold star flashed, his wrist hurt, and the dusting handle also fell to the ground.

He looked at it calmly. It turned out that his wrist was pierced by Qingyuan sword, and his blood flowed like blood.

Traceless and bright as stars, he took a cold look at the Taoist priest and the several Zhuang Ding, and then walked to the villa.

A dozen men looked at the bloody Qingyuan sword on his hand, and their fear was very obvious in their eyes.

They all gave in involuntarily and watched the thin boy stride into the villa.

Under the moonlight, traceless long hair danced. He looked around and looked at the Cuiliu villa that people in Yueyang feared and hated.

Suddenly, there was a great fire in the villa, and dozens of Zhuang Ding came one after another with bright steel knives.

Traceless looked at them calmly, with his long sword pointing obliquely to the ground.

"What are the people of Yueyang! Let you so wantonly bully and ignore human life“

The traceless voice is also very calm, calm, with a dignity and sadness.

The crowd slowly separated, and a middle-aged man in royal clothes and slightly fat walked out slowly.

This man is Yue Liushan, the leader of Cuiliu villa.

There was a cold look in his eyes. He looked at all sentient beings coldly and without trace.

"Are you the boy who killed a Zhuang Ding in my villa“

Wuji looked at yueliu mountain and said calmly, "he killed innocent people indiscriminately, damn it“

"Naturally, the people in Cuiliu villa are under the control of yueliu mountain. When will it be your turn to judge life and death“

"Jianghu people are in charge of Jianghu affairs. Although they are young, they also know to respect the old and love the young! But you, the minions of Cuiliu villa, not only oppressed the young and the old, but also killed an old man wandering in the Jianghu! It's natural for a murderer to pay for his life“

Traceless always calm as water, slowly speaking.

"Bold“

"Presumptuous! How dare you talk to our villa leader like this“

Some people in Zhuang Ding burst into drinking, but none of them dared to rush up.

Traceless suddenly grinned, innocent and heartless.

Everyone was stunned, and yueliu mountain was also stunned.

No one expected that he would laugh at this time, and laugh so casually.

"I don't want to kill people. I'm here to tell you that you will die if you do more injustice“

Yue Liushan looked at him coldly and said, "it's not your turn to teach me a lesson! Today, since you have come boldly, I'll show you what it means to do more injustice“

Then he waved his hand gently.

The three Jiaos of the Yangtze River each lit their serrated knives and surrounded Wuji.

Traceless suddenly stabbed with a long sword.

He doesn't need to talk nonsense. The purpose of coming here is to let Cuiliu villa know that Cuiliu villa, which is arrogant and domineering, will be punished.

So he just wanted to speak with his sword.

A sword like the wind, with a moonlight and a drop of blood, stabbed Zhou Jiang.

The serrated knife in Zhou Jiang's hand greeted him. Zhou Hai and Zhou Hu rolled on the ground at the same time, and the two serrated knives cut their feet without trace at the same time.

The three brothers fought against the enemy, whether they were strong or weak, together. Zhou Jiang is responsible for getting on the road, while Zhou Hai and Zhou Hu are responsible for getting off the road.

As soon as the traceless long sword touched Zhou Jiang's sawtooth knife, it suddenly turned around and jumped up at the same time.

The long hair is elegant and the sword shadow is like a rainbow.

"Ding Ding" twice, the two knives under his feet were swung away by him.

The two serrated knives didn't stop for a while and went up with the trend.

Zhou Jiang's knife was also pressing.

Yueliushan's pupils contracted slowly. He looked at every sword without trace very carefully.

The Dao is a sharp one. The Zhou brothers cross the waters of the Yangtze River and rarely meet an enemy.

In the moonlight, the light of the knife and the shadow of the sword, the shadow of the human figure flying.

In the twinkling of an eye, the long sword is always graceful and comfortable, although traceless is under the siege of the three people.

Suddenly, no trace smiled at Zhou Jiang, like spring flowers and Autumn Moon, gorgeous and cold.

Zhou Jiang was a little confused by his smile.

The long sword stabbed into his right shoulder at the moment of laughing.

The sawtooth knife "Cang Lang" fell to the ground. His face turned white and he staggered back a few steps.

Traceless suddenly turned around, and the long sword, with a trace of cold, met the two knives that cut his legs from behind.

When the wrist turns, the shadow of the sword is one point, just like two swords stabbing out at the same time.

This is a fast and free sword!