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"Those who enter Heartless Peak, die!"

"Brother Wen, I'm here to pay you a visit. I know you're living in seclusion, so I didn't want to disturb you, but this matter is very serious, so I have to come. Please forgive me for my presumptuous visit!"

"The Soul-Returning Sword?" That person paused for a moment, then asked, "Then who is that person beside you?"

"Mo Chen," That person said his surname, his tone was neither cold nor hot.

"God of Knife?" The voice of the person in the room changed as he said indifferently, "Three years ago, I had already left the underworld. I believe you two should know that I no longer ask about matters of the world. As long as you do not forget your conscience, I will not kill you today.

"Brother Wen, Mongol warriors invaded our river and mountains, massacring our people and causing chaos in the Central Plains. Martial artists wanted to save our people from fire and water, but unfortunately, a group of dragons without a leader found it difficult to form a climate. I ask that Brother Wen leave the mountain and lead everyone to protect the country and its citizens. "

"As I said, I no longer ask about the matters of the world. Furthermore, I am afraid that you are too kind to me. How can I, a mere hermit, command the world? "

"Brother Wen, there's no need to lower yourself. If your Clear River Young Master doesn't have the qualifications to command all the heroes, then let me ask, who else in this world would have the qualifications to do so?"

"Hades' messenger, Xue Yulin!"

"Nine Tribulations Ghost Claw!"

"The Southern Sword Saint, Yue Wu Chou!"

"Northern Saber God Nantian!"

"Eastern Devil Hand Gu Lingyue!"

"West Spirit Wing Feng Xiangtian!"

"And there's also the talented young talents of the martial arts world, fairy Ye Menghen of Yuxiao, Shangguan Yi of Navy Tide, Absolute Domain of the Domineering Spear North, Valley Lord of Ghost Valley Fu Qianchen, Husband of Blood Soul Ao Hongchen, Lord of Ten Thousand Swords Ji Lingxiu, your Four Supreme Swordsmen Liu Cangsheng, Hai Jingfeng, and Bei Wuchen …" All of them were martial arts experts. There was no need to worry about lack of people. You two, leave! Otherwise, once I change my mind, it will be very difficult for you all to leave! "

A mountain peak towered into the clouds. Ancient trees reached into the skies, and the sound of flowing water and the song of flowers and birds filled the air. It was truly intoxicating!

On the peak of the mountain, there was a bamboo house surrounded by dense bamboo forest. One of them was dressed in white, his face handsome, his smile warm like the sun, and like the spring wind of the third month, he made people feel extremely intimate, his body was straight as a spear, in his hand was a blood-red longsword, he was extremely valiant, this was the Soul Returning Sword.

Beside him stood a man, he was seven feet long, with a leopard's head that shone like the stars, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, strong and sturdy, he carried a blade that was exceptionally eye-catching, the blade was about five feet long, the handle was one foot three inches long, the sheath was narrow and long, the end was slightly raised, the inch wide, his entire body was pitch black like ink, his aura was extremely domineering, and its owner was the man known as the God of the Blade, Mo Chen.

Hearing that the other party had ordered them to leave, the two of them had different expressions on their faces. Fu Chi continued to smile faintly. "No harm done to humans or animals." On the other hand, Mo Chen's eyes slightly widened as a sullen expression emerged on his face.

"Those seniors are all extraordinary, and although they are worthy of respect, they are stubborn and can charge forward, but it is difficult for them to take on the role of the commander in chief. Furthermore, among the many young talents, Young Master Xiaoxiang, who is ranked first, is unrivalled … " Fu Chi recited the current situation in detail, chattering nonstop.

An impatient voice suddenly sounded from inside the room, interrupting him, "Haven't I made myself clear? If you say another word, I will throw you down the mountain and sleep with the bones. "

"You think …" Hearing those words, that Mo Chen was unable to contain himself and cursed at Chu Feng. However, he was stopped by Fu Chi.

"Brother Wen, this friend of mine has an irritable temper. He has offended many people. Please forgive me, please forgive me." That Fu Chi said sincerely once again.

"Brother Fu, although this person's martial arts are not weak, he is as timid as a mouse. It is likely that he is unable to become the Martial Alliance Master. Why must you plead with him so humbly? There are countless heroes in the martial arts world. At worst, we can just go find someone else. " Mo Chen was also angry.

"Is that all? After you're done, get lost! " A voice came from inside the house. It was neither cold nor hot, and it was completely unmoved by Mo Chen's provocation.

"Hmph." Mo Chen let out a loud grunt, then turned around and walked away with large strides.

"Since Brother Wen is unwilling to leave the mountain, then I can't force anyone to do anything. Goodbye!" With that, he clasped his hands and bowed, then slowly turned around and left.

After five or six steps, he finally asked again, "Could it be that Brother Fu doesn't want to do anything for Wu Lin and the people of the Song Dynasty?"

"Let's go, he won't agree." Mo Chen, who was in the distance, impatiently urged, before swearing and walking away a few steps, "What is that thing … …"

After a while, seeing that there were no movements in the bamboo house, Fu Chi sighed and was about to leave.

"What do you want to do?"

"There is a man in Mongolia who advocates the invasion of the south. If we kill him, we can protect the peace of the Great Song for ten years." Hearing that there was a door, Fu Chi eagerly replied.

"Who?"

"Mongolian Big Sweat, Meng Ge." Fu Chi took a deep breath and slowly said a name.

At this time, the Mo Chen who had already walked far away also stopped in his tracks, quietly waiting for an answer.

After all, it was not an easy task to obtain the head of a monarch in an army with thousands of men and guards.

In the blink of an eye, the time it took to boil a kettle of tea had passed. Within the bamboo house, on the empty ground, it was completely silent. Only the sounds of birds chirping could be heard in the distance.

Fu Chi stared at the bamboo house, his eyes unblinkingly as his chest heaved up and down. Would the people in the house return? How could he not be concerned about the matters that involved them?

Finally, the closed bamboo door slowly opened.

"Finally, is he leaving the mountain?" Fu Chi muttered in his heart, then the corner of his mouth curled up into an extremely dense smile.

When Mo Chen, who was standing hundreds of feet away, saw the bamboo door open, his eyebrows slightly raised.

A man walked out of the bamboo house, his black hair dancing in the wind. His black robe fluttered in the wind, and his appearance was plain, but it revealed determination. His hands were naturally behind his back, and his clear eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life.

This person was none other than Young Master Xiaoxiang — Wen Wen.

When he was nine years old, he walked the martial arts world, and in the past twelve years, he had punished, exterminated, and killed countless people. He had made a name for himself in the martial arts world, and three years ago, he had washed his hands of everything and left the world.

"I've long heard of Young Master Xiaoxiang's great reputation, and I've never had the chance to pay a visit to him. I've heard of his well-deserved reputation today." Fu Chi immediately said.

He looked at Fu Chi and said faintly, "If you want to kill him, it's not that difficult. But should I believe you? "

"What do you mean?"

"I don't like cheating." After travelling in the martial arts world for many years, he couldn't tolerate his friends betraying him. However, he was tricked once.

Five years ago, a woman walked into his life, and the two of them fell in love at first sight. He had promised to treat her like a treasure, but after he avenged her of killing her father, she flew into the underworld and disappeared along with her.

What was even more ironic was that after much investigation, he finally came to the conclusion that the old man he had killed was not her arch enemy, but he knew that this old man was the only one among his father's sworn brothers who had survived the catastrophe. That was to say, he had personally killed his father's brother, his uncle.

He traveled the world, and it was two years before he met her again. At that time, she no longer belonged to him. Seeing her cry made his heart ache. In his rage, he had severely injured that heartless man, and then …

Then, a sword pierced through his body, precisely using the Twisting Finger Sword Technique …

Then, he disappeared into the blood-red sun. The pain from his sword, the pain from his heart …

Afterwards, he became dispirited, broke off all emotions and broke off all love, retired from the underworld, and didn't ask about the matters of the world …

He had spread the word that anyone who entered Heartless Peak would die!

At first, no one took any notice of the situation until the corpses of the strong experts that had barged into this place were left at the foot of the mountain. Without exception, the dead were all killed with a single sword strike. Among them, the men had their throats slashed by a sword, while the women had their hearts shattered with a single sword strike. They were precisely using the Twisting Finger Soft Sword Art …

Since then, no one dared to step even half a step into Heartless Peak. And because of this, some people called him the "God of Slaughter."

However, just a few months ago, a woman was being hunted down. She was seriously injured, and was sent to Heartless Peak.

The Chou family thought that she was courting death, so they waited at the foot of the mountain. However, they didn't see her body being thrown down the mountain.

Just a month later, the God-Slaying Sword sent her down the mountain and said harshly: She is my friend. Whoever dares to hurt her, I will take his life.

A woman broke a vow that she would definitely die after killing a god of slaughter with a single sword strike?

This matter caused a huge uproar in the martial arts world.

"Brother Wen, you think too much. As a man who loves to befriend the world's heroes, I have a lot of admiration for you. I've always wanted to follow you and seek your teachings. Furthermore, even if you were to lend me a hundred guts, I would not dare to lie in the slightest! " Fu Chi smiled to cover up his embarrassment. He hurriedly vowed, "If Brother Wen doesn't mind, I'll be willing to take you as my brother. In the future, we'll be together in life and death; I definitely won't betray you!"

"Let's talk about it later!" Wen Yin waved his hand and once again chose to believe him. He thought that this time, he would not misjudge anyone, "Come, let's go and see the Martial Arts Competition."

"Brother Wen, the thirty thousand foot mountain is over there." Seeing that Wen Fu was heading in the wrong direction, Fu Chi immediately reminded him.

"I know, I previously said that I have some important matters to attend to," he said as he paced in front of Mo Chen, "Are you interested in going with me to prepare a big gift for this Martial Arts Competition?"

"Not interested." Mo Chen answered without even thinking.

"Then forget it, it seems you are the coward." With that, Wen Yu turned and headed north.

"Halt." Mo Chen shouted in anger.

Wen Yu slowly turned around and said with a playful expression, "Three years ago, none of the people that dared to talk to me like that were alive." He continued, "But it's important to take care of the Mongols now, so I won't bother with you."

"What is that 'great gift' you're talking about?" Mo Chen asked, his tone becoming much friendlier.

Wen Yu raised his head and looked at the sky, and said lightly, "Mongol cavalry is so powerful that even heroes are scared of them. I want to use the blood of Mongol men to sacrifice our flag, and take a look at my friends in the martial arts world." He turned his head to look at the two of them and asked, "Do you have the guts to go with me?"

Mo Chen patted his chest, "I'm full of guts, do I have to be afraid of a few Mongolian policemen?"

Fu Chi bent his body slightly and said with a smile, "With Brother Wen in front of me, I, Blade Mountain Flame Sea Guild, would dare to challenge him!"

"Alright." Wen Yang loudly cheered and nodded his head in approval.

The three of them headed north.