"Who are you? Why do you know so much?"

"I……"

"My name is Wang Lianhua, we come from the Six Desire Division Demon Chapter."

In just seven days, it seemed that many top masters who had never heard of before appeared in the entire southwest region.

The magician Pang Ban, the evil king Shi Zhixuan, and the thousand-faced young master Wang Lianhua.

There are also Wuhua, Lu Xiangchuan, Lianchengbi, Jing Wuming, Yan Kuangtu, Huoyun Evil God...

With the martial arts shown by these masters, each of them is enough to dominate one side, but no one has ever heard of them in the past. They seemed to appear out of thin air, suddenly appearing in the southwest rivers and lakes, causing a storm.

In just seven days, countless masters died in their hands, and the entire southwest region seemed to become panic in an instant.

Until the eighth day, the 80th birthday of the Sea Dragon King Zhao Tianfeng, the entire Zhao Mansion was decorated with lights and colors. All the people who came to attend the ceremony had a smile on their faces, as if the bloody storm in the world had nothing to do with them.

It’s not because of anything, it’s just because of the three words Zhao Tianfeng.

As the leading tycoon of the southwest rivers and lakes, Zhao Tianfeng, who is over 80 years old, is not only not old or weak, but has become more and more refined in martial arts because of his dual cultivation of Taoism. Even if he has not taken action for a full ten years, no one dares to doubt his strength.

What's more, Zhao Tianfeng's eight adopted sons are all experts who are capable of being independent. They are either senior officials in the military, rich businessmen, famous heroes, or gang bosses.

So this time, even though the southwest rivers and lakes had already made a big fuss, the Zhao Mansion's birthday banquet was still held as soon as possible, and it seemed that it was not disturbed by the little ups and downs in the rivers and lakes.

Even though it was already night, the entire ten-mile long street was still brightly lit.

And just as the lights were decorated with flowing water mats spread ten miles across the street, a man slowly walked towards the Zhao Mansion.

The man's hair was very chaotic. He was like a homeless man who had never washed his hair. His clothes were also torn, just like a beggar.

It is such a man who is like picking up rags, but he has a pair of delicate, white and soft palms, perhaps the hands that all swordsmen in the world want to have.

And in the palms of these hands, they held a knife, a knife that looked like a broken iron piece, rusty.

The man walked towards the gate of the Zhao Mansion, but was blocked by a servant.

"You can't go into the mansion. Those who want to receive the reward will follow me."

When the servant finished speaking, his expression was slightly stunned. Just because his head had been divided into two by the knife light, he fell to the ground and died, but the knife had returned to the sheath. It seemed that he had never sheathed.

What is the purpose of people living?

Men don't know.

But he only knew that he was alive just for the sake of a knife.

For him, a knife is more important than life, and after the blade cuts the human artery, the bloody flowers that burst out are more magnificent than all the scenes in life.

Swing a knife and killing people is the meaning of his life.

His eyes were blind. But his mind was even more thorough, because in the darkness, there was only a bloody road that appeared before his eyes. The road was covered with flesh and bones, and it was filled with cold and loneliness, and there were only two words at the end of the road.

Invincible.

Even if you kill your wife and children, you will be willing to cut off your love and righteousness.

...

The sound of gongs and drums sounded in the yard, and the most honorable guests of this birthday party sat here to congratulate Zhao Tianfeng, the Taishan Beidou in the southwest martial arts world.

Among them were princes, hermits and heroes. There were also gangsters, and the palms of a sect were in the palm of a sect. There was a cup of light intertwined, but no one dared to be arrogant here, just because this was the Zhao Mansion and the birthday banquet of the King of the Sea Dragon Zhao Tianfeng.

But in this harmonious atmosphere, there were bursts of shouts of killing outside the courtyard. A young man in his twenties stood up, frowned, and anger broke out in his eyes.

"Entertainment Father, I'll go and see what's going on. Who dares to make trouble today if you don't open your eyes?"

Zhao Tianfeng touched his chin with a beard. Although he was over 80 years old, his whole body looked rosy and his hair was black, just like he was in his thirties or forties.

The young man in front of him is his youngest and most beloved adopted son Song Mingwu. His martial arts qualifications can be said to be the best among his eight adopted sons, and he is also the successor of his future martial arts.

Next to Song Mingwu, another man over thirty said with a smile: "I'll go with my eighth brother."

Zhao Tianfeng nodded. The middle-aged man was his fifth adopted son Duan Kezheng. He is now a member of the court and is the most sleek in his work. The Zhoutian Palm, which has 20 years of skill, is even more at 70% or 80% high. It is no problem to let him go with him.

Just as the two of them walked to the gate of the yard, a splash of sword lights had already passed through the door, crossing Song Mingwu's forehead, neck, chest, and crotch.

The air shock wave slashed out from the blade directly derived, cut open the wine table, cut open the brick wall, and cut a crack that was more than fifty meters long.

The gate was divided into two and fell to the sides, and Song Mingwu had already divided into two halves and fell to the ground.

Duan Kezheng's body was covered with blood, and cold sweat dripped from his cheeks, but he didn't dare to move.

Because he had never seen a knife so fast.

Never.

The fire shone on the face of the sword-wielding man, and Duan Ke was able to barely see the two concave black holes on the other person's face.

Subconsciously, he said the two words he shouldn't say at this moment: "Blind?"

While speaking, a cold light flashed, and a bloodline streaked across Duan Kezheng's neck. As the blood sprayed, he had slowly fallen towards the ground.

When he saw the sword shining, he wanted to wave his palm to greet him, but his hands fell down first and fell to the ground.

The man who swung the knife had already passed Duan Kezheng's body, which was slowly falling, and the long sword in his hand had been put into the scabbard at some point.

A stunning knife seemed to pull the entire yard to zero. The man's hair seemed to be like a burning flame, dancing wildly in the night wind.

The original murderous intent stimulated everyone present like a blade.

It was not until King Zhao Long said that the silence at the scene was broken.

"Who are you?"

"Invincible."

Invincible, he cuts his eyes off, kills his wife and children, and is heartless and unscrupulous, just to pursue the path of invincibility.

After being constructed by the darkest, bloodiest and most evil personality in Zuo Zhicheng's heart, he was the most in line with Zuo Zhicheng's power, and it was also the biggest obstacle to Zuo Zhicheng's integration of the first split consciousness.

It’s not that other personalities are not powerful, but the personality in front of us is the craziest, the evilest, the inhumane, and the most inhumane, and the most powerful ability to exert the power of the first split consciousness.

Zhao Tianfeng has experienced countless storms and waves throughout his life and has met countless masters. Since he achieved Dharma images, he has practiced Taoism in his later years, and now his combat power is becoming more and more unfathomable. He thought that no matter what kind of top master he met, he could talk and laugh calmly.

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

"I heard that you are the number one expert in the Southwest, I hope you don't disappoint me."

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

Even Zuo Zhicheng never completely unfeels himself, and integrates his heart, body, and mind into the path of the sword.

Just because this is a dead end, sometimes even if it is a dead end, it can shine with dazzling light. (To be continued...)

Chapter 486: Slashing people with a knife:

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