C361 Undercurrent of the Pugilistic World

It was late at night. The storm was like the morning fog. The mountains in the distance were faintly visible, and the nearby heavy rain poured down.

The current Jianghu was the complete opposite of the heavy rain. It was so calm that it could no longer be calm.

Zhang Tiankai sat in the main hall and looked at the heavy rain outside. He had never expected that what awaited him would be death.

A black shadow jumped into the courtyard. The rain made him look a little embarrassed, but he didn't move. The sword in his hand didn't move. He looked like a statue.

Zhang Tiankai sized him up and asked, "Who are you?"

That man didn't respond. He rushed forward and waved the sword, causing a line of rain to splash out.

The sword was so fast that even an expert like Zhang Tiankai couldn't see it clearly. Was it painful? In just an instant, fear? It was all gone.

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the sky, reflecting on Zhang Tiankai's face. His expression was ferocious and twisted. He tried his best to keep his body steady as he said, "You are Leng Qingluo?"

The man in black still did not reply. He took a few steps back and disappeared into the rainy night.

Zhang Tiankai's throat made a cracking sound. He could not speak anymore. A blood pillar shot out from his throat and he fell to the ground.

He stared at Zhang Tiankai with his eyes wide open. He tried his best to swallow his breath.

The rainstorm was still the same, but things were different. Zhang Tiankai died with everlasting regret. A pool of bright red blood spread on his neck.

Zhang Hu cried with grief. Although he was a bit distant from his father, at this moment, blood was thicker than water.

Little Zhuge looked at Zhang Tiankai's wound. His throat was cut by a sword, and the wound was as thin as silk. It must have been a very sharp weapon that could cut such a wound.

"Could it be Leng Qingluo?" Lee Jingyun's guess was reasonable. Situ Jing's injury had not recovered yet. Only Leng Qingluo had the ability to do so.

Little Zhuge shook his head and said, "Although the Cold Frost Sword is sharp, the blade is also angular. However, the sword that killed Alliance Chief Zhang is fast and fierce, but the blade is as sharp as a thin wing. "

Lee Jingyun felt it was unbelievable. Even Du Buyue asked in a hurry, "Do you know there are people who are good at using this kind of weapon in the martial world?"

Little Zhuge said, "Yes, there are! But. . . "He did not finish his words.

Lee Jingyun said anxiously, "But what?"

Little Zhuge said," But Phoenix-tail Sword, Tang Wuhua will not kill Zhang Tiankai. "

Everyone was shocked. They also firmly believed that Tang Wuhua would never do anything to kill Zhang Tiankai. Little Zhuge then pointed to a few blurry footprints on the limestone floor and said, "These footprints must have been left by the assassin. " He said again, "His shoes are full of mud. It seems like he is a person who likes to walk. "

Lee Jingyun said, "Who doesn't walk?"

Little Zhuge said with a serious expression, "With such heavy rain, he still chose to walk. It is enough to prove that the killer is not Leng Qingluo. Because this woman would not do such a thing. "

"Then who could it be?" Lee Jingyun's doubt was also everyone's doubt.

Little Zhuge let out a long sigh and said, "It seems that Leng Qingluo is ready to attack. The Jianghu will not be peaceful again. "

In the middle of summer, the scorching sun burned the earth. There was no wind or clouds. A yellow horse was running on the road of Yangguan. He was not afraid of burns. The skin on his face had shed due to the scorching sun. The corners of the yellow horse's mouth was foaming. Presumably, the yellow horse had already run far away.

The yellow horse neighed and walked to a short grassland. It ignored the grass and began to eat. No matter how the people on the horse attacked, it still did not plan to leave.

Helpless, the person on the horse had no choice but to get off the horse. He took out some dry food from his pocket and began to eat the water.

The person on the horse looked young and was in his teens. He looked very capable and experienced in his dressing. Although he had been running around for days, his eyes did not lose their luster.

Suddenly, more than ten people jumped out from the grass. They were all strong men with strong backs and bear-like waists. These people were all dressed in short clothes. The steel blades in their hands were shining with cold light under the scorching sun.

The young man was startled. He threw down the kettle and dry food, took out the short blades at his waist, and said, "Who are you?"

The leader of the men smiled and said, "People from Tianxinag Pavilion. "

The young man's face changed, and he said: "I think you've mistaken me for someone else. I don't know anyone from the Tianxinag Pavilion, so how could I dare to offend them?"

The brawny man ignored the young man's words, and sneered, "Where are you going?"

The young man said, "The relatives of Jiangzhou. "

The strong man laughed loudly and said, "At such a young age, when you lie, your face doesn't change. You are clearly the one who delivered the letter to Duan Tianya and the others. "

The young man raised the short blade in his hand and aimed it at the brawny man's throat. The brawny man wasn't simple either. He raised the steel blade in his hand and aimed it at the young man's throat. However, the brawny man underestimated his opponent. He had underestimated the abilities of the young man in front of him. He felt pain in his heart. Although his throat hadn't been cut off, one of his ears was missing.

Under the scorching sun, the heart-tearing pain made the brawny man sweat like rain. However, he was also considered a man. Enduring the pain, he grimaced and said, "Brothers, kill him!"

At the command, the other brawny men swarmed forward. Although the young man had some skills, he could not resist the attacks of more than ten brawny men. After twenty moves, the short blade in his hand had already left his hand.

At this critical moment. . . At this moment, several cold lights came from afar. They were like celestial girls scattering flowers, and then they howled in pain. More than half of the strong men had died. At this moment, one of them jumped into the crowd and waved his long sword, slashing and slashing at the strong men one by one.

When the young man saw who it was, he said excitedly, "Brother Zhu Yan. "

Zhu Yan said with a smile, "Little Zhuge really has good foresight. He actually guessed that you would be ambushed on the way. "

The young man said, "If it wasn't for Brother Zhu Yan saving me, I'm afraid I would have already died in the hands of these people. "

Suddenly, someone behind him said with a smile. "You only know how to thank your Brother Zhu Yan, but your Brother Zhu Lei didn't mention anything about it. "

The young man smiled and said, "How would I dare? Brother Zhu Lei's hidden weapon is famous in the Jianghu. "

Zhu Lei laughed and said, "Alright Wu Bei, come back with me quickly. You, Mr Duan, are still waiting for you!"

Wu Bei was only a child of the Changfeng Gang at that time. Now, after a few years, he had grown a lot.

After the Eighteen Gangs disbanded, he still stayed in the Zhuh's Mansion and helped to send some news. Because of his quick-witted personality, everyone liked this child very much.

Duan Tianya and the others were now living in the Jianghu Alliance. After Zhang Tiankai's death, Zhang Hu would be in charge of some matters related to the underworld.

In the living room, there was a large table full of food. Wu Bei drooled when he saw it, but he still wanted to tell him the important matters first.

Wu Bei took out a memorial from his mouth. On it were the handprints of some sect masters. They had been dissatisfied with the behavior of Tianxinag Pavilion and were unwilling to be slaughtered. Therefore, they wanted to work together and use Duan Tianya and the others to destroy Tianxinag Pavilion in one fell swoop.

Although it was a good idea, Duan Tianya sneered at this matter.