Silent Killing

“Who are you then? Why do you know so much?”

“I……”

“My name is Wang Lianhua, and we are from Six Desires Demon.”

In just seven days, the whole southwestern region seemed to emerge from the sky for the next time.

Demon Master Pang Ban, Evil King Shi Zhixuan, Thousand Face Young Master Wang Lianhua.

And Flowerless, Li Xiangchuan, Lianchengyu, Jing Wuming, Yan Kuangzi, Fire Cloud Evil God …

Each of the martial arts exposed by these masters is enough to dominate the party, but no one has heard of it in the past. They appear as if they were out of thin air, suddenly appearing in the southwestern rivers and lakes, setting off a storm.

Within a short period of seven days, countless masters were killed in their hands, and the whole southwestern region seemed to become a panic.

Until the eighth day, the Dragon King Zhao Tianfeng was 80 years old, and the entire Zhao government house was illuminated with lights. All the people who came to the ceremony were smiling, as if the foul wind and bloody rain on the rivers and lakes had nothing to do with them.

Not because of anything, but because of the three words Zhao Tianfeng.

As the leader of the southwestern rivers and lakes, Zhao Tianfeng, who is over 80 years old, not only does not have old age and physical failure, but because of the double cultivation of Taoism, he has become more and more pure in martial arts. Dare to doubt his strength.

Not to mention that Zhao Tianfeng’s eight major sons are all masters who are enough to be alone, either in the middle or high ranks of the army, or in the wealthy businessmen, or in the famous heroes, or in the gang.

So even though the southwestern rivers and lakes have been in trouble at this time, Zhao’s birthday party is still talked about, and it doesn’t seem to be disturbed by the wind and rain.

Even at night, the entire 10 li long street is still full of lights.

And just in the light of this lantern, the running seat is full of 10 li street, a man slowly walked towards Zhao House.

Men’s hair is messy. Like a tramp who has n’t washed his hair, his clothes are torn, just like a beggar.

It’s such a man picking up a tattered one. But it has a pair of delicate, white and soft palms. Maybe it’s the hands that all Sabrewielders want in the world.

In the palms of these hands, he held a knife, a rusty knife like a broken iron piece.

The man moved toward Zhao Fu’s gate, but was stopped by a subordinate.

“You can’t go into the house and follow me if you want to receive money.”

When the servant finished his remarks, his expression froze slightly, only because his head had been divided into two by the blade light. He fell to the ground, but the knife had returned to the sheath, as if he had never come out of the sheath.

People live for what?

Men don’t know.

But he only knew that he was alive, just for the knife.

To him, the knife is more important than life, and the blood flower that bursts out after the blade cuts the human artery is more magnificent than all the scenes in life.

Swing the knife. Cut people, this is the meaning of his life.

His eyes were blind, but his heart was more thorough. Because in the darkness, only one avenue of blood appeared in his ‘eyes’. The avenue was strewn with flesh and bones, and it was full of coldness and loneliness. The end of the road was only two words.

Invincible.

Even if he cuts his wife and kills his son, he will not hesitate.

……

The sound of gongs and drums in the sky rang out in the courtyard, and the most distinguished guests of the birthday party sat around here to congratulate Zhao Tianfeng, the southwest martial arts Mount Tai Big Dipper.

One of them was a prince. Hermits also have underworld powers. The palm of one’s teaching, staggering between toasts. But no one dares to impudent here, just because it is Zhao Mansion, and here is the birthday feast of the Dragon King Zhao Tianfeng.

But it was in this harmonious atmosphere, but there were sounds of shouting and killing from outside the courtyard. A young man in his 20s stood up, brows frowned, and there was a rage in his eyes.

“Adoptive Father, let’s see what’s going on, which one dares to make trouble today.”

Zhao Tianfeng touched the beard of his chin. Although he was over 80 years old, the whole man looked rosy and black, like 30-40 years old.

The young man in front of him is Song Mingwu, his youngest and most beloved son. Aptitude in martial arts can be said to be the best of his eight sons, and he will be the legacy of Martial Dao’s Legacy.

Next to Song Mingwu, another man over 30 said with a smile, hehe: “Let’s go with my eighth brother.”

Zhao Tianfeng is nodded. This middle-aged man is his fifth son, Ke Zheng. Now he is a member of the Imperial Court. He has the smoothest work. The 20-year-old Zhou Tianzhang has seventy-eight points. Waiting, let him go together is no problem.

Just when the two walked to the courtyard door, a blade of light had already crossed the door, and passed Song Mingwu’s forehead, neck, chest, and sire.

The air shocks cut by the blade were directly derived, cut the wine table, cut the brick wall, and cut a crack that was more than 50 meters long.

The gate was divided in two and moved towards both sides, and Song Mingwu’s whole person had also been divided into two halves and fell to the ground.

Duan Kezheng was covered with blood, and cold sweat dripped from his cheek, but he didn’t dare to move.

Because he has never seen such a fast knife.

there has never been.

The light of the fire shone on the sword-sitter’s face, and Duan Kezhen was barely able to see the two black holes in the opponent’s face.

Subconsciously, he said the two words he should not say at this moment: “Blind?”

While talking, the cold light flashed, and Duan Kezheng had a blood line running across his neck. The blood spray booth, his entire body has been moved slowly towards the ground.

At the moment when he saw the blade light shining, he also wanted to wave his hand to meet him, but his hands fell first and fell to the ground.

The sword-swinging man has crossed Duan Kezheng’s body, and the long knife in his hand has no idea when he has returned to the scabbard.

The stunning knife pulled the whole yard into zero degrees, and the man’s hair was chaotic, but at this time it looked like a burning flame, dancing wildly in the night wind.

The original killing intent stimulated everyone present like a blade.

The silence at the scene was not broken until after Zhao Longwang spoke.

“who are you?”

“Invincible.”

Invincible, self-determined eyes, killing his wife and son, insipidity, just for the pursuit of Invincible.

After being built by Zuo Zhicheng’s darkest, bloodiest and most evil personality, he fits best, and can best use Zuo Zhicheng’s power, which is also the biggest obstacle to Zuo Zhicheng’s integration of the first split consciousness.

It’s not that the other personalities are not great, but the character in front of me is the craziest, the worst, the most impersonal, and can best exert the power of the first split consciousness.

Zhao Tianfeng has experienced countless storms and met countless masters in his life. Since his achievement in Law Manifestation, he practiced Taoism in his later years. Now, his battle strength has become deeper and deeper.

But he never expected that a man would make him have a special feeling-fear.

“I heard that you are Southwest Number One Expert, and hope not to let me down.”

A simple greeting, the knife has been cut out like a meteor across the earth.

Even Zuo Zhicheng has never completely ruthlessly relented himself, incorporating his mind, body, and mind into the path of the sword.

Just because this is a dead end, sometimes even the dead end can bloom with brilliance.