The rain gradually stopped.

The summer rain always comes and goes quickly, and there is no sign of it.

The sunlight fell through the clouds, shining on the corpses all over the ground, on the main city road paved with bluestones, and on the young man's hand holding a knife.

The old sword carried by the back is a burden that my best friend must give to him before his death.

The gourd hidden in his arms is the successor entrusted by an unknown enemy.

After one knife, the man no longer had a chance. At that moment, the man was obviously very peaceful, and even opened his arms and hugged his sword.

"Is he here to seek death?"

He is here to seek death!

With the three hundred Yulong Guards entering one after another, the rebellion here was soon put down.

"Bang bang bang bang."

The sound of weapons falling was endless, and they had no idea of ​​resisting anymore, just wanted to fight for a long time.

For those hundreds of Anxing rebels, they felt that as long as they threw down their weapons, there might be a glimmer of hope?

The bright sword light fell on their fearful faces. They subconsciously hid and hid, but this is something they could hide?

The boy ignored the scene before him and shook the blood dripping from the knife's body, and threw out a moving blood line on the muddy road where the bluestone slab had been broken and opened.

"Give me your life, we surrender, we surrender!"

A sound of begging for mercy came into his ears, and the young man put his knife into the sheath and walked into the city.

"Wait a moment!"

A voice sounded behind him, and this voice was unquestionable. He now represents the Great Li Dynasty and the current common ruler of the Nine Continents.

The boy stopped and turned around and asked:

"What's the matter?"

At this moment, his heart was already cold. No matter who killed so many people, his heart would be extremely calm.

Xia Qiudong, the commander of the Yulong Guard, said with a smile:

"Where are you from? What's your name?"

In his memory, this was the first time he asked a man in the martial arts world what was his name? Where did he come from? Perhaps that person should be honored.

"Wei Zigeng came from the world."

After saying that, he never looked back and went straight to the inner city, in the direction of Yong'an Martial Arts Hall.

"From the world? Interesting, interesting!"

The bustling town to the death is now in a mess, with shops burning with fire, women kneeling in pain, children, and corpses lying on the ground, without any energy.

And yesterday, he was able to drink with peace of mind.

Thinking of this, Wei Zigeng accelerated his pace. He had a premonition that in front of him, in the direction of his progress, something that made him feel extremely painful.

This is the case in the world. When you think about something in a very bad direction, the development of things is often more cruel than you think.

In the city, at the entrance of Yong'an Martial Arts Hall.

Xu Yue, dressed in tattered clothes, covered in blood, and had messy hair, was standing there holding a spear in his hand, with countless broken pieces of flesh under him.

"Xu Yue..."

Seeing the scene in front of him, Wei Zigeng accelerated his pace, took two steps at three steps at once, and had a treacherous light skill. He soon came to his side. He slowly slowed down and came step by step behind the blood man.

He slowly stretched out his hand and slowly pushed the young beggar in front of him.

"Xu Yue?"

The boy breathed a sigh of relief. The beggar in front of him was not dead. He was still alive. I don’t know what happened, at least he was still alive.

But when he turned around, the scene before him made him temporarily lose his ability to speak.

The beggar's eyes were red at this time, and he was injured by three arrows and countless wounds on his face. Tears rolled in his eyes, and he stared at the person under him.

On the ground was a person who looked at his hair and beard, lying in a pool of blood dying. Beside him, a thin young man was kneeling, trembling and holding the old man.

"Old man Xu?!"

The old beggar was already dying, and he was talking about something. His lips trembled slightly. He used all the last machine. He touched Xu Yin beside him, and then extended his trembling hand to Xu Yue standing, murmured.

At this time, the beggar with a gun came to his senses, threw the gun in his hand, and knelt beside the old man.

"I'm here, Old Man Xu, I'm here. You hold on, you hold on..."

At this time, Old Man Xu had already vented more than inhaled, and he was already unable to turn things around. The deep bone-sighted wound on his chest took away his only vitality.

"Go... for so many years... it's... it's the old man, I'm dragging you down... it's you, let's leave here..."

Holding his hand, the boy's lips were tight and he tried hard to restrain himself from crying, but blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth.

The old man's eyes gradually became turbid, gradually lost his focal length, and finally he had no vitality.

Xu Yue squirted out a mouthful of blood, almost unable to stabilize his body, but the thin Xu Yin fainted.

One winter twenty years ago, a pair of baby boys were abandoned at the entrance of the ruined temple. The city was brightly lit and peaceful. On the outskirts of the city, the old man brought them back to the ruined temple and used their only remaining broken cotton coats to barely save their lives.

After so many years, there is no way to know who abandoned them and why they abandoned them, and I will not care about them.

They only knew that their surname was Xu, and their name was the old beggar begged Mr. Lu to obtain it. It was also the wine lees that he had not been willing to drink for more than half a year.

"Mr. Lu, I, Old Man Xu, have never read a book and can't name it. These two children are already suffering. If they don't have a decent name, then God will be too unfair to them."

"Xu Yue? Xu Yin? Xu Yue? Xu Yin?"

The old man repeatedly said these two names a few times, and the more he heard it, the more he felt it was too good.

In the next twenty years, the two suffered cold eyes and humiliation in the city. Living was the greatest luxury, and they no longer cared about anything else.

Now, the old man who has been with him for twenty years is dead, and he will die if he says he dies.

"Leave? Who will visit you when we leave? Who will remember you!"

Wei Zigeng patted the two of them on the shoulders, wanted to comfort them, and wanted to persuade them to mourn, but when he saw their eyes, he was silent.

Where do you get so much empathy? If you don’t have experience, you won’t feel empathy.

"careful!"

Just as the three of them relaxed their vigilance, one behind them ran towards the three of them with a crazy expression, which was Chen Yandang before.

When he said this, Chen Yandang's big sword had already reached behind Wei Zigeng, and none of the three of them could react.

Hearing the exclamation, Xu Yue and Wei Zigeng looked up and the blade was infinitely enlarged in their pupils. At the same time, the strange feeling of pulling appeared again. Wei Zigeng took two steps to the side. It was precisely because of these two steps that he barely avoided the seemingly knife.

He avoided it, but what should Xu Yue do?

Mr. Zheng flashed behind Xu Yue, and in his eyes, he saw a tall and burly figure appearing in front of him. On his chest, scarlet blood gushed out. The wound was scraped to his waist along the corner of his eyes, and the bones were visible.

Chen Yan lost all his expression when he was still wearing a ferocious smile at first.

He wanted to kill him, but when this man was really dead, he felt that all this was so unreal.

It was too late to notice all this. In addition to being angry, the boy took two steps forward, clenched his teeth, and blood oozed out of his gums.

"You fuck! Dog bastard, you fuck!"

He rarely speaks swear words, and he rarely speaks when he kills people.

Lungbo bent down, his right arm muscles tightened, and his right fist exerted force. A cannon punch hit the man's jaw. Chen Yan flew backwards for more than ten meters before hitting a stone wall.

This punch is learned from Wei Xian, the shopkeeper of Jianghu Inn, a three-step punch.

Just as the boy was about to draw his sword, Mr. Zheng grabbed his ankle. The boy was stunned and looked down.

Mr. Zheng didn't say anything, but just shook his head at him with a smile, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Let him go, this is what I... owe them."

The boy's hand holding the hilt of the knife slowly released. Mr. Zheng nodded, then looked at Xu Yue and murmured.

"Go to...jiang...jianghu..."

Zheng Yao closed his eyes and had no hope of any more life.

Wei Zigeng looked on the ground, looking at the man who was not good at expressing himself, and who deliberately slowed down the speed of his boxing when he knew Xu Yue was stealing his master outside, and repeated a set of marksmanship several times, was dead.

"I'm afraid no one in the world will care about the two brothers anymore."

The rain started to fall without warning.

The sky is panicked, the earth is panicked, the eyes are bleeding, and the sun is gone. On the tenth day of the seventh month, the knife is broken, and the person is heartbroken.
Chapter completed!