C2 Snow Wind Murong

Wind for a ride. Rain One Move Through the Thousand Mountains, Past Past Past Deeds.

A dream, a dream, a life of drunkenness. A small boat on a flat lake, a broken wine lamp.

Some people said that swords were the most elegant weapons in the world, while sabers were too vulgar. A butcher uses a saber to kill pigs, a cook uses a saber to cook, and a saber lives in every corner of our world. At this moment, everyone has a knife in their hands.

The knife in the old man's hand is short and delicate. When he shouted that sentence, the wrinkles on his face seem to be even more compact. He is a saber user who has been famous for many years. However, in the past twenty years, there was no news of him in the martial arts world. He was old.

No matter how strong a lion was, there would be a day when it would grow old. This world would always belong to the young.

They were passionate, excited, and filled with hope for life. It was as if every day's sunlight was brilliant for the young.

But who had never been young? Don't look at the old man's hunched back now, his hands trembling. Back then, when he cut down the southeast with a single strike, there definitely wouldn't be anyone who would think that he would have today.

But who wouldn't grow old? As time passed, everyone would slowly grow old. This was how Murong Ying became old. If Xiao Nanfeng wasn't surprised, he would surely grow old as well.

Therefore, Xiao Nanfeng had always respected the old man. He could even eat a meal for the old beggar on the street and play with him for half a day at the mouth of the wind. He would never use his knife for money, unless he met an old man who needed him to use his knife.

Looking at Murong Ying reminded him of his grandfather. When he was just born, his grandfather was still very young. He even played with the knife in his hand. However, twenty years had passed, and his grandfather had long since disappeared from that calamity. From then on, whenever Xiao Nanfeng saw old men with knives, he couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity.

At this moment, Murong Ying's face was thin, and his body was thin. However, his eyes were bright and piercing. When he gazed at Murong Ying, he was like a sharp blade. However, the space between his brows was tightly locked, and he had a fierce expression on his face.

"I won't attack you!" His voice was cold and full of respect, but when these words came out of the mouth of Xiao Nanfeng, a young man in his twenties, any old man in his sixties would feel that this was a form of contempt.

"What? Do you dislike me for being old? Have you ever heard of my story? " Murong Ying's lips seemed to curl up. When he mentioned his stories from back then, he could not help but become proud.

That's right. All the people who lived in Gusu had never heard of Murong Ying's stories. He was like a god in people's hearts. It was very likely that he would run through a person's life.

At that time, his blade was sharp. People were young, and their reputations were also resounding. But now, he was old. Once a person became old, they had no choice but to shrink back into their tail. Otherwise, your enemies would come looking for you to take revenge on your descendants.

Murong Ying had done a very good job in this regard. After more than ten years, almost no one remembered his glorious past, but Xiao Nanfeng did.

Xiao Nanfeng pulled the wine gourd from his waist and habitually took two bites out of it. Only then did he realize that the wine jar was empty. When he was nervous, he would always drink some wine to calm his nerves, but at this moment, there was no wine. He wanted to say the words that habitually rejected other people: "My blade does not kill a nameless person. " However, he could not say it out loud. This person was too famous!

He casually said: "My blade doesn't kill the old man. . . " Almost half of the word old came out of his mouth, Murong Ying jumped up. His old face and hunched back could not hide his fierce aura. It was fine if this man didn't use his blade. Once he used his blade, he would kill people as if they were ghosts.

The blade of the blade came straight at him. His body was tense, and his eyes were as big as gods. In an instant, dust filled the sky, and his clothes fluttered. The blade light mixed with vigorous energy burst out, and it seemed as if the entire world was enveloped by this person's blade. Heaven and Earth Kill! This was the ultimate skill of the old man, and also an invincible killing move that caused people to tremble in fear in the Pugilistic World.

Xiao Nanfeng widened his eyes. Ever since he became famous, it seemed like this was the first time he had encountered such an outstanding opponent. He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for himself. When Murong Ying's blade was about to hit him, he suddenly turned around. He had already taken seven steps back and stopped after seven steps. Then, he jumped forward. In an instant, leaves were flying everywhere. The wind was blowing and the wind was blowing. The light of the blade was like a torch, shining like the stars.

There was a harsh sound between the heaven and earth. The desolate fallen leaves were dancing in the air, as if the light of the blade had given them a chance to live again.

In an instant, dark clouds filled the sky. Snowflakes flew everywhere. Everyone present held their breaths. They did not dare to breathe. They were afraid that if they breathed, the saber light would land on them.

With a loud bang, everyone covered their ears. The two blades hit one spot. The snow stopped flying, and the leaves stopped dancing. Time seemed to stop at that moment. One drop, two drops. The snow of the top student was slowly dyed red by the blood.

Xiao Nanfeng's hand was trembling slightly. He had never expected that he would be able to break this heaven and earth, which he had rarely lost in decades, in an instant.

Murong Ying fell to the ground. Fresh blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He wanted to say something, but he could no longer make a sound. He could only rely on his remaining willpower to whisper on the ground.

Obviously, Xiao Nanfeng's blade had hit his chest, and the treasured saber that had been with him all his life had broken into two parts.

Murong Ying's reputation could be said to have been earned by this broken blade. Now that the blade had been cut off, his reputation and wealth had vanished like a cloud.

At this moment, no one could believe their eyes. Even Xiao Nanfeng couldn't believe that such an old blade artist had died in his hands just like that. There would be a day when he would grow old, and there would also be a day when he wouldn't be able to wield his saber. Whether that day would come or not, his fate would be the same as Murong Ying's.

He didn't dare to think about it anymore. If a person thought too much when doing something, then this matter would most likely not be done well. He came today. There was only one goal in his mind, and that was Murong Ke's head.

All the disciples of Murong family stood in their original positions. None of them dared to step forward to collect the old master's corpse. Xiao Nanfeng suddenly felt a trace of sadness. He slowly walked up to Murong Ying and began collecting the old master's corpse. He moved to the side of Murong Ying and moved to his side. His eyes suddenly widened. He couldn't believe what Murong Ying had just said. This was the last sentence he said.

Until death, this old man had been thinking about his grandson. And where was his grandson now? To let such an old man die for him. . . Could it be that he still had the face to live in this world? At this moment, Xiao Nanfeng hated this Murong Ke even more, but because of this old man's death, he started to despise Murong Ke.

He didn't kill those nameless people under the blade, and he didn't want to kill those people who he disdained. He was afraid that his blade would get dirty.

But no matter what, he had to find Murong Ke today, even if it meant making him kneel in front of the old man's corpse and repent.

The news of Murong Ying's death spread across the entire Murong family in a short period of time. Cries and cries resounded throughout the Gusu. To this family, Murong Ying was a symbol of existence. If he was alive, his family would be tied together. If he died, his family would become a pile of loose sand.

More than a hundred Mu Rong disciples stood rooted to the ground. They didn't leave. However, they didn't go forward either. When the old Villa Lord was still there, they were determined to fight to the death for the young master. Even if there was only one person left, they would still stop this fellow from entering the sect. But now, the old Villa Lord was dead. They even felt that it was good to be alive. Why did he lose his life in vain?

Xiao Nanfeng stood up and brushed off the snow on his shoulder. After wiping away the knife in his hand, he continued walking towards the Murong family step by step. Right at this moment, a heaven-shaking roar resounded through the clouds. This was the son of the old Villa Lord, Murong Biao's Lion Roar. The weaker disciples had already fainted on the ground.

Murong Biao pulled open the hemp rope tied to his body and ran out with big steps. He bumped into Xiao Nanfeng who was walking towards him. Murong Biao was tall and strong. Xiao Nanfeng staggered and almost fell to the ground. He could only use his knife to press against the ground and barely stand up.

Murong Biao cried and cried for his father, but his father could not answer him anymore. The servants who tied him up also rushed out. When they saw that Xiao Nanfeng had arrived at the door, their hearts could not help but thump. They whispered to Murong Biao, "Third Master, come back quickly! The old master won't let you out!"

After crying for a while, Murong Biao furiously roared. "Did you do it?"

Everyone in the world said that Murong Biao was a fool, but what they didn't expect was. . . Even an idiot had a side to them that valued relationships. Murong Ying had three sons in his life, and his eldest son was Murong Ke's father. Murong Bai had died a long time ago. The second son, Murong Cheng, went to a faraway place. He had not been seen for more than ten years. San Zi was that fool. He had a body full of fierceness and strength. However, he had no brain.

Murong Biao ran forward and wanted to grab Xiao Nanfeng, but he didn't even touch the corner of Xiao Nanfeng's clothes. Instead, he fell into the arms of the servants. A few servants pounced on him, wanting to suppress him, but they were all pulled to the side by him.

Xiao Nanfeng also had a headache. Facing such an opponent, he really had a headache. He didn't want to listen to reason with him. Calling him with a knife was a bit too much. Just as he was having a headache, Murong Biao had already pounced on him. Xiao Nanfeng was so scared that he hurriedly jumped up, but he was a step too slow.

Coincidentally, the child in the corner used a slingshot to shoot more than ten stones. Xiao Nanfeng was unfortunately hit by two stones, and his heel was pulled by Murong Biao. His body involuntarily turned in the air. Xiao Nanfeng cautiously shrank his body and wanted to break free, but Murong Biao's strength was really shocking. Xiao Nanfeng's ankle was almost crushed by him.

Those children ran out and continued to use slingshots to hit Xiao Nanfeng. Xiao Nanfeng had no choice but to use a knife and cut down. Blood splashed everywhere. Murong Biao loosened his grip, but what he did not expect was that his whole body flew out and heavily fell on the fake garden. He was hit by the rolling stones.

With a sharp pain, Xiao Nanfeng's leg bone seemed to have broken.

He came with a promise to a woman, but at this moment, it seemed that he could not fulfill his promise to that woman.

He looked around him and saw hatred in his eyes, which could almost swallow him up. Fortunately, he still had something in his hand. It was his saber.