The night was as calm as water, as if there had never been a wave on the lake. Occasionally, there were couples quarrels, the sound of drunken men's dreams, and the sound of dogs barking. As the night gradually became thicker, there was no light on the ground, and everything was silent. At this time, several figures emerged from the place covered by the night, without any warning. The moment they appeared, they were silent, like evil charms born from a place where the light could not shine, and were silent.

There were five people in total, and their uniform dress was covered with black clothes. The moment the five people appeared, the temperature dropped sharply, and there was only a cold air. On the top of the eaves, there was a strong man in black. The man wrapped his arms around his chest, his eyes were as strong as an eagle, and his breath crushed the four people in front. It was obvious that he was the leader.

"How are you ready?" asked the man in black.

Hearing this, the other three were still observing, while the other said respectfully: "Everything is ready, just need the adults to give orders."

"Well, very good," the man in the lead looked at the shabby house with swaying lights in the distance, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent: "No matter how cunning you are, you can't escape our palms in the end."

"It is this person's unwise to be an enemy of the Nangong family." Another person sneered.

"Hehe, but he is not unfair to let the young man take the initiative to use our strength."

"It means that we should pay great attention to this person and should not be careless," the man in the lead reminded.

"Thank you for your reminder, we understand."

"Go and teach this person an unforgettable lesson."

After saying that, the five people disappeared in the darkness, just like a shadow, and no one appeared.

The house with unpredictable lights was still vaguely revealed. It was already late at night, but the people in the house had not yet rested. At this moment, the figures appeared quietly beside the house and rushed into the room with lightning speed. The swords fell with their hands, and the swords and swords in the house were in chaos.

"No!" Someone shouted loudly, and realized something was wrong, so he hurriedly stopped.

The candle in his hand lit up, and the messy room was empty on the bed.

At the moment of surprise, outside the house, the man who was still standing on the roof looked at the room in the distance, with only cold murderous intent in his eyes.

Suddenly, the man's eyes suddenly shrank, his muscles suddenly tense, and his true energy flowed like a river surging. In an instant, a cold light sprinkled out to the side like the light of the cold moon.

The sword was drawn out of its sheath, and the murderous aura was instantly thriving, and the cold sword edge slashed at the figure next to it.

On the cold sword, a white-haired young man was reflected by the faint moonlight.

The extremely fast sword was drawn out almost in the blink of an eye, and then the quick and incompetent sword edge had already reached the man's eyebrows. The sword of killing was cold and murderous intent.

The white-haired young man was motionless, like a wooden stake. He was not panicked when facing the rapid sword attacking, and his face was expressionless. However, when the sword was about to pierce into his eyebrows, a white finger clamped the sword.

The lightning of the sword was lightly clamped, which shocked the master of the God-transformation. He wanted to draw the sword and return, but he could not pull it back. At the moment of thinking, the white-haired young man had already made movements. After loosening the fingers of the sword, he quickly bounced the sword body.

The cold eyes of the man in black showed a look of horror. The power transmitted from the sword was like the terrifying force of Dahai Xingtao made his wrist feel like a tear-breaking pain. Invisibly, the power of the spinning stir almost broke his entire arm. In amazement, he hurriedly let go of the sword, stepped a little, and hurriedly retreated backwards.

In an instant, this person realized that the gap between us and us was too big. The white-haired young man could appear next to him silently, which means that the two of them were not at the same level at all. The reason why they set out their swords was just to get a chance to escape.

However, the man in black did not expect that the white-haired young man was faster than him. At the moment he pulled back, the white-haired figure was like a maggot attached to his bones, and the palm of his right hand pressed on his chest. Then, the palm shook.

"Peng!Peng!"

The man in black flew down like a shell that had been released from the borehole and directly crashed into two simple houses. He bleeded in seven orifices, and had no breath, and was obviously dead.

The man in black bumped into two big holes, and the couple who were both happy were stunned. Then the woman who was so proud of her reaction came to her and screamed.

The four killers who rushed into the house where Zhang Kaifeng was before also heard the movement and rushed out and just saw that their leader was beaten down, his face looked like a mortal. After looking at each other, they fled in all directions.

"Since it's delivered to you, can you still leave?" Zhang Kaifeng sneered, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

The time for a cup of tea was not over, and the four people who had escaped were all knocked unconscious. There were four people standing beside Zhang Kaifeng, the four people who appeared in the Demon God Palace.

"Sir, what should I do?" asked the man in charge.

Zhang Kaifeng said, "I hope to get some useful information by using all your means to let them speak."

Then, Zhang Kaifeng looked up, looked at the sky, and said, "Leave it to you here. I'll go and meet the contemporary heroes of the Nangong family for a while. After all, I haven't met much for many years."

Voices echoed in the air, and four masters from the God Transformation Stage looked at each other, and finally they could only take the four people away with shock.

The night was silent, and time seemed to pass by inadvertently. The sky had turned white, and the morning air on the grassland was very fresh, pouring into the heart, making people feel that everything was unhappy and swept away.

Three carriages traveled through the white mist that had not yet dissipated, looming like a carriage wandering in a fairyland.

"Killing intention."

Suddenly, the two carriages stopped, and Nangong Jun, who was sitting in the carriage, opened his eyes. This extremely fierce murderous intent was deliberately coming to him.

However, since Nangong Jun dared to compete with the demon god Kong for the title of the number one person in Beiyuan, he was naturally not a person who shrank. He lifted the curtain of the carriage and walked out with his eyes bright.

The remaining two carriages were also alarmed and got out of the car, but they did not dare to go forward. Because the white-haired young man blocking the road was not ordinary people.

Zhang Kaifeng sat on a large stone washed by the rain, crossed his hands and arched his chin, and a scabbard was inserted next to it. Next to the scabbard, a white cloth was wrapped in something, and blood was constantly dripping with pungent blood.

The scarlet blood dyed the green grass red. The dewdrops on the grass mixed with blood were finally overwhelmed. Finally, they rolled down from the leaves and dripped into the soil.

The strange scenes are silent, but they are filled with blood in the world.

The wind is cold, the people are cold, and the sword is even colder.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!