"Ten years ago! Qiyun Academy was defeated, and the husband of the guardian, Sun Changhe, rebelled against the organization and led his subordinates to establish his own business!"

"That's for Shadowmen!"

Lan Qianmeng took out a piece of paper and chanted softly.

"No wonder...No wonder Wu Gang, the third leader of the Yingmen, actually knew what I looked like."

Li Shier gently put the mask on.

It seems, back to ten years ago.

When he founded Qiyun Academy himself.

Now, memory is still not coherent enough.

However, some important people and things are still in my mind.

"When Ceylon Mountain attacked the academy, I killed 17 core disciples and seized countless treasures from me!"

"Shenhan killed one of my guardians and set fire to the Dragon King Palace!"

"The Tianhuo Sect seized three ancient books from me, killed nineteen disciples, and hung corpses outside the Shenlong Pavilion..."

...

Every time Lan Qianmeng recites, it is a bloody debt!

Ten years ago, she knocked down those who joined forces to attack Qiyun Academy one by one!

Just for...

today.

"There are enemies of the blood sea of ​​deep enemies with my Qiyun Academy, with a total of eighteen forces and three hundred and seventy-two people!"

At the end of the day, Lan Qianmeng's tone was already trembling.

Those numbers were once a living life!

All were...

Brothers who spend time with them day and night.

"To date, there are still 16 forces, 302 people!"

"Three hundred people..."

Li Shier gently stroked the mask on his face and whispered: "Last night, Gu Feng and Wu Gang had already died at my hands."

"If there are any on the list, I will destroy the family one by one! Those who die will dig graves and crush their bones and ashes..."

"Abide by the order!"

Lan Qianmeng and Ji Huaian bowed deeply.

His body was trembling with excitement.

"Crazy Dragon, the 13 people who survived Qiyun Academy are in an abandoned building thirty miles outside the city. I'm waiting for you!"

Ji Huaian was wearing a blanket, wearing an indescribable and unexplained body, free and easy.

Although Lan Qianmeng wore a black windbreaker, her murderous intent spread.

"Brother Li."

At this time, Han Feng drove a black car and parked at the entrance of Dongwan Park, waving his hands and shouting.

“I need four cars.”

Li Shier turned around and said.

"Give me three minutes!"

Han Feng took off his sunglasses and took out his cell phone to send a few messages.

"Brother Li, where are you going?"

After he arranged the car, he asked.

"Pick up... brothers, go home."

Li Shier sat in the passenger seat, with a hint of sadness in his tone.

"You are..."

Looking at the mask on his face, Han Feng blinked: "Forget it, it's better for me not to ask."

Bang!

The car door is closed.

Lan Qianmeng and Ji Huaian sat in the back row, expressionless.

"This is……"

Han Feng always felt something was wrong.

In the car.

It was chilly, full of chill.

If he hadn't recognized Li Shier's back and clothes, he wouldn't have recognized this mask once blocked.

"Catch someone."

Li Shier took a deep breath.

In his hand, he tightly held the blood-stained ancient book.

Three minutes later, three cars were parked behind them.

"Thirty miles outside the city."

Li Shier took Ji Huaian's cell phone and threw it in front of Han Feng: "As soon as possible."

"clear!"

Han Feng stepped on the accelerator hard and ran towards his destination as fast as possible.

at this time!

Thirty miles from East Bay Park, there is a dilapidated building covered with weeds.

Two groups of people face each other!

The wind blew, and the weeds danced.

The murderous intent began to permeate.

"Fu Qingyun, don't resist meaninglessly."

A scarfaced man was wearing a black vest and holding a machine gun in his hand, saying coldly.

Behind him, more than thirty people all carried submachine guns and surrounded the people in the broken building.

And the other side.

Carrying a simple cold weapon, wearing cold clothes, and covered in wounds.

"Blade, you should know the character of my Qiyun Academy when you chase me all the way!"

Fu Qingyun held the long sword in his hand tightly and looked at the scar man: "There are only dead people in Qiyun Academy, no prisoners!"

"Along the way, you are still able to stay in the siege and blockade of multiple forces..."

Blade pointed at them with his finger, looked it up, and said, "There are still 13 people left! Qiyun Academy is really amazing. Unfortunately, we are not friends."

"The Crazy Dragon has appeared! You can kill us, but the Crazy Dragon will never forgive you!"

Fu Qingyun's body had several wounds and his clothes had been dyed blood red.

But his tone was still extremely tough!

Behind him, twelve people from Qiyun Academy were treated as if they were home!

There is a strong sense of fighting in his eyes!

"Mad Dragon?"

The blade touched his nose and whipped lightly, "The Crazy Dragon is dead, it is just a smoke bomb thrown from the Shadow Sect. If the Crazy Dragon is still there, there will be only 13 people left in your Qiyun Academy?"

"stubborn!"

He shook his head and said disdainfully: "The Crazy Dragon was still there back then, and you Qiyun Academy has this capital! When I saw you, I could only bow three times and knock nine times!"

"But, the crazy dragon is dead."

The blade walked forward, and the leather shoes under her feet stepped on the gravel, making a giggle.

"Fu Qingyun, the times have changed! Qiyun Academy has become history, please recognize the reality!"

He gently lifted the muzzle of the machine gun: "Sold the Dragon Cauldron, I will spare you all the time."

"How happy is life, and why fear is death?"
To be continued...