Night's sky was a flowing Milky Way.

Under the night, there were remote and barren hills and villages. The villages were old, and although there weren't many houses and courtyards, there were traces of human activity everywhere, indicating that the villagers had lived here for a long time. The temple on the hillside was clearly a newly built structure, with red tiles and yellow walls, a color rarely seen in this desolate mountain village.

At midnight, a figure staggered out of the forest, heading towards the temple. His steps were weak and feeble, and as he walked, he tripped over the thatch on the hillside, then got up and quietly moved forward.

This was a young man, half of his body stained with blood and his clothes ragged. The straw sandals on his feet were worn out, his hair, matted with dried blood, was as messy as weeds, and there was not much brilliance in his eyes. He seemed no different from the villagers commonly seen in these rural mountains. The only difference was that he had a broken knife hanging at his waist, a knife that, despite its age, was clearly a martial artist's blade used for chopping and killing.

The young man quietly approached the temple, his steps and movements becoming cautious. He groped around the courtyard wall for a moment, then quietly climbed over it.

The world was in chaos, and temples were not entirely without guards. However, having grown accustomed to dealing with easily managed villagers, the monks on night duty were already dozing off under the eaves. The young man groped his way over, hesitated for a moment, then pounced!

The broken knife slashed towards the monk's neck. The young man used all his strength to press the monk's mouth shut, pinning him to the steps. After a moment, the monk stopped moving, and the bloody scent filled the air.

The young man then groped his way towards the first house in the courtyard. He picked the door latch and sneaked inside. There were two beds in the room, and the sleeping monk was snoring. The young man, using the faint light, saw the monk's neck. With one hand holding the knife handle and the other pressing the back of the blade, he slashed down, then pressed down with his entire body. A slight struggle came from the night, and soon after, the young man groped towards the other bed...

Stars flowed in the night sky. In the temple beneath the starry sky, the young man, his steps faltering, killed the monks in several rooms in a row. It wasn't until he reached the later rooms that he finally made a noise. The sound of fighting rang out in the room, and a fat monk, disheveled, burst out of the door. He wielded a stick and shouted a few times, but the blood of the night watch monks had already spilled over a large area in the small courtyard.

The young man rushed out from behind, still wielding that broken knife, his eyes fierce like a mad tiger, pouncing forward. The fat monk met him with his stick. His martial arts and strength were both higher than the young man's, but in this kind of one-on-one life-and-death struggle, the outcome was often not determined by this alone. The two had only exchanged two moves when the young man was hit on the head with a stick. Before the fat monk could rejoice, he staggered back a few steps and, looking down, discovered that he had been stabbed in the chest and abdomen.

The fat monk practiced martial arts on weekdays and had not never killed anyone, but brawls and one-on-one fights were ultimately different. He originally believed that his martial arts would surely kill his opponent, but in his mental tension, he didn't even feel the pain of the knife in his chest. Now, looking at it, he was stunned. The young man had rushed up again, slashing at his head and face before quickly running away, circling behind the monk and stabbing him again. The fat monk fell to the ground, and soon lost his breath.

At this time, another person came out of the fat monk's room, a woman wearing clothes and still drowsy. People in this era often suffered from night blindness. Rubbing her eyes, she finally saw the situation outside in the light. She screamed, and the young man rushed over and cut her down.

A noise came from another room. The young man became agitated. He rushed over, kicked the door open, and took a look. A woman's voice rang out in the room, and a woman shouted, "Gouzi!" This young man named Gouzi knew that if there were any more monks in the temple, he would surely die. He opened the last door in the temple and, seeing that there was no one in the room, breathed a slight sigh of relief. It turned out that the fat monk was the last man in the temple.

Two women rushed out of the previous room, saw him, and screamed as they tried to run. The young man turned around. His face was already covered in blood, and he had just been hit with a stick. Now his face was covered in blood, like a demon. The two women screamed, and the young man chased after them, killing the taller of the two at the temple gate. The other one was short, a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, and ran very fast. The young man threw the knife from behind, hitting the girl's leg and causing her to fall into the grass.

The girl crawled in the grass, saw the demon-like young man running closer, and cried, "Gouzi, don't kill me, don't kill me, we grew up together, I'll be your wife, I'll be your wife..." The young man walked over, opened his mouth and growled a few times, as if hesitating, but finally struck the girl's head with a knife, killing her in the grass.

After killing the last person, the young man collapsed in the grass, sitting blankly for a while, then got up again, staggering, and went back to the temple. Incense candles were still burning in the main hall of the small temple, and the ever-smiling Maitreya Buddha sat quietly in this killing field. The young man rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in each room, found some rice, and then gathered firewood and a pot, and cooked a pot of rice. While the rice was cooking, he searched the temple again, found gold, silver, food, and medicine. He washed his wounds in the courtyard, poured medicine on them, and bandaged them himself.

When the medicine touched the wounds, the young man let out a beast-like roar in the courtyard.

After a while, the rice was cooked. He took the slightly burnt food to the courtyard to eat, crying uncontrollably as he ate, tears falling on the rice, then grabbed by his hand and eaten into his stomach. The night was long. The people in the village did not yet know that such a tragedy had occurred in the temple on the mountain. The young man found some gold and silver in the temple, a bag of millet, and a new sharp knife, which he hung with the old knife, before leaving here and heading towards the other side of the mountain.

The night gradually faded, and the young man crossed the mountains and walked more than ten miles before the sun gradually became scorching. Exhausted and in pain, he found a shady place in the mountains to sleep. In the afternoon, he heard voices outside. The young man got up and looked at the edge of the forest. Not far away, there were villagers who seemed to be searching. The young man quickly set off, fleeing into the difficult-to-travel wilderness. He walked more than ten miles further, estimating that he had left the search area. Before him was a rugged and desolate unfamiliar wilderness.

The young man who killed people was nicknamed Gouzi, and his full name was You Hongzhuo. He grew up in that mountain village, practicing swordsmanship with his father. As the saying goes, "The poor study literature, the rich practice martial arts." Although the You family's swordsmanship was not famous, due to the legacy of their ancestors, the family was considered wealthy in the area. Although the Jurchens had already invaded the Central Plains when You Hongzhuo was seven years old, the You family's life was still passable because the mountain village was remote.

The once peaceful Central Plains had changed. The small mountain village was inevitably affected. Soldiers came to conscript, but the You family dealt with it with money. As famine approached, the You family had some resources and could still support themselves, but when the Great Bright Religion came to preach, You Hongzhuo's father deeply believed in the words of the monks in the temple and was unable to extricate himself.

At this time, the peaceful years in the Central Plains had long gone, and could only be desperately searched for in memory. The Great Bright Religion took advantage of the situation, saying that these disasters were because of human extravagance and ignorance, and that the Buddha had sent the King of Calamity to the world, causing the rise of the Jurchens, and then brought thirty-three great disasters to the world to cleanse the ignorant and unbelieving. In recent years, the widespread famine, locust plagues, Black Flag invasions, and constant wars were proof. You Hongzhuo's father believed in this Great Bright Religion and donated a large amount of family property according to the teachings, chanting scriptures to cleanse the sins of his family.

By this year, the Great Bright Religion in the village had recruited many people. Although the You family could still support themselves, most of the family's property had entered the temple. The monks in the temple were still not satisfied and coveted the You family's remaining wealth. One day, under the guise of praying for rain, they performed a "miracle" and chose You Hongzhuo's mother as a sacrifice to be sunk into the river and offered to the Dragon King. You Hongzhuo's father begged bitterly, saying that he was willing to use his family's wealth to appease the Dragon King. Before the matter was settled, the monks who coveted You Hongzhuo's mother's beauty tricked her into the temple and raped her.

At this time, the mountains were remote, and ordinary rural women worked tirelessly every day, and it was difficult to find much beauty. The You family had always been wealthy, and You Hongzhuo's mother was originally considered a semi-literate woman. Since marrying into the You family, You Hongzhuo's father had treated her very well, occasionally buying some rouge and powder, making her much more beautiful than ordinary village girls. The monks in the temple were originally just villagers and rogues with slightly more flexible minds, and had long coveted her. After the rape, You Hongzhuo's mother was driven crazy and ran out naked. The monks chased after her and killed her, saying that she had suddenly gone mad and was likely to have angered the Dragon King, which was a great crime, and instead rebuked the You family.

Seeing his wife die, You Hongzhuo's father finally woke up. He and his son took sharp knives and went to the temple to kill, but in recent years, the You family and his son were just fools practicing swordsmanship at home. Under the neighbor's betrayal, a group of monks set up an ambush and knocked the You family down on the spot. You's father, who was rumored to have considerable martial arts, was taken care of the most by the monks and beaten to death on the spot. You Hongzhuo was beaten with a broken head and fainted, but he was lucky enough not to die. He climbed back at night.

You's family swordsmanship You father only practiced the frame, without practical combat experience. To You Hongzhuo's hands, more than ten years old age, daily practicing routines, originally would not how to use. But there are many people with strange temperaments in this world. He was indignant because of his mother's death, and went to the temple to kill with his father. Yuan Ben thought of only one-on-one fight, what moves the other side came out, he would block and return moves, but he was ambushed on the spot by the monks, he was almost beaten to death without making a move, and his heart suddenly opened up because of this - it turned out that martial arts was used in this way.

With this opening, he returned to the temple and killed more than ten people, including the three women. They were originally neighbors in the village. The youngest girl grew up with him and was originally an engaged fiancee. This year, the You family's wealth was gone, and they could not provide any assistance, so the girl was sent to the temple to be raped by the monks. At that time, You Hongzhuo hesitated a little, but did not think clearly. The knife in his hand had already been swung down.

Peach and plum spring breeze a cup of wine, the rivers and lakes night rain ten years of lights. Despite having a very bloody beginning, the boy's departure led to a new world in the future.

This year was the eighth year of Wujian Shuo, the sixth year of the establishment of the Great Qi Dynasty, and exactly ten years since the first southward invasion of the Jurchens. This long decade had crushed the prosperity and peace of the Central Plains that had lasted for more than two hundred years, and even the wealth that once existed in memory had long become like an illusion. Young people like You Hongzhuo no longer had the original impression of the Central Plains. On the way out of the mountains, what he saw were mostly dry land, listless rice and wheat, and refugees. Although it was early summer, locust plagues had already begun to rage.

The world is vast, You Hongzhuo looked around blankly, not knowing where to go, so he just went south subconsciously. Although he didn't have much experience traveling far, he was, after all, a young man, and he understood a lot of things by listening and watching. At this time, north of the Yellow River, although it had only entered summer not long ago, many places already had traces of drought. After the famine and locust plagues raged in the previous two years, many people knew that it would be difficult to support themselves, and had already begun to abandon their homes and leave their hometowns to seek a way out to the south.

In the chaotic years of the Central Plains, such things have been continuing every year. At this time, refugees in several places in the Central Plains have formed a scale, raging endlessly... You Hongzhuo did not yet have a great concept of these things. He was in a relatively peaceful place in the heart of the Central Plains, at least gold and silver could still buy things. Soon after, his pockets gradually became empty, and his chest was still full of hatred, so he began to take the small temples, strongholds, and believers of the Bright Religion as targets, practicing swordsmanship and robbing things for a living.

In the following month, You Hongzhuo ran around, killing seven or eight more people and destroying a small stronghold of the Bright Religion. He was young and ignorant, thinking that nothing would happen, but soon after, he was found. It was also his fate that he was not killed. At this time, the people who found him were a group of "righteous men" in the green forest who also engaged in black eating black. After meeting and fighting a little, seeing that his swordsmanship was fierce and ruthless, they invited him to join.

You Hongzhuo, who was in his teens, tasted the taste of the rivers and lakes for the first time. The other six people became sworn brothers with him, and from then on, he had the first gang of brothers who were like family. After hearing what those people said, You Hongzhuo broke into a cold sweat, realizing that he thought he had no origin and casually killed people and fled far away, so the Bright Religion could not find him. In fact, the other party had already targeted his whereabouts. If these six brothers had not arrived a step earlier, he would soon have fallen into a killing trap.

These six older brothers and sisters, both men and women, were very kind to You Hongzhuo, a little brother who had just entered the rivers and lakes and had good kung fu.

Among them, the eldest brother, Luan Fei, was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a scar on his face and not smiling, but he was very stable. The second brother, Lu Guangzhi, was tall and burly, and his horizontal kung fu was the most admirable. The third sister, Qin Xiang, had a birthmark on her face. She was not beautiful, but her temperament was extremely gentle, and she also took good care of him. The fourth, Kuang Wenbai, was good at using single whips. The fifth brother, Lezheng, had a unique skill of stealing things with his bare hands, and his temperament was the most cheerful. The sixth, Qian Heng, was two years older than him, but he was also a young man. He had no parents and came from the market. He was a very righteous brother.

In the following month or so, the seven people traveled hundreds of miles, carefully surveying the points and picking two strongholds of the Bright Religion. When there was nothing to do every day, the seven people gathered together to talk about the affairs of the rivers and lakes and the world. The fifth, Lezheng, was the most knowledgeable and loved to talk about these things. In the other party's eloquence, You Hongzhuo gradually learned about many world situations and green forest legends.

Sometimes, Lezheng would talk about the origin of the Great Bright Religion and the uprising that stirred up Tiannan in the past. The legendary generation of green forest heroes, Holy Duke Fang La, and the grievances and feuds of the Holy Maiden of the Demon Cult, Sikong Nan and Fang Baihua. In the end, several survivors were left to clean up the mess, and that's how the Great Bright Religion came to be today.

Sometimes, he would talk about the once well-deserved number one in the world, "Iron Arm" Zhou Tong's legend of invincibility. When the Jurchens invaded the south, he led the heroes north to fight, and a steel spear "Canglong Fu" almost killed Nianhan under the spear. When it came to the final death of the old hero in the army, You Hongzhuo couldn't help but blush and his voice choked.

Sometimes, the crowd would talk about the legends of the many righteous armies when the Jin people were rampant, and talk about the sighing battle of Huang Tiandang. There were also times when they talked about the most complex and mysterious Grandmaster "Heart Demon" Ning Yi, his violent act of assassinating the king and rebelling, and the pride of the Black Flag traversing the Northwest a few years ago, suppressing the Jurchens, and the mess he left behind that made the Great Qi in a mess. In the past two years, although there have been occasional rumors that the Heart Demon has not died, most people still tend to believe that the Heart Demon is dead.

Speaking of the brutal acts of the Jurchens who almost slaughtered the Northwest into a white land after that war, You Hongzhuo couldn't help but curse the Jin dogs for being unkind with the others, wishing he could hold a knife and kill the Jin people.

And at this time, many heroes have gone. The largest force now entrenched north of the Yellow River is probably the one-sided tiger king Tian Hu, the General Pingdong Li Xizhi who guards Hebei and Shandong, the million-strong righteous teacher Wang Juyun, and the Great Bright Religion, which takes advantage of the opportunity to spread among the people and has countless believers, and is based in the world by the world's number one master Lin Zongwu. As for the hundreds of thousands of "hungry ghosts" led by Wang Shishi who fled south, and the righteous forces such as the Eight-Armed Dragon King, they are difficult to compare with these people because their foundations are not solid.

These things, one by one, have expanded You Hongzhuo's vision to places he never thought of before. He fantasized about riding with these people on the rivers and lakes and making an unimaginable big name in the future. However, the complexity of the rivers and lakes quickly came to the fore.

One day, a month or so after they became sworn brothers, the seven of them were resting in the mountains. When You Hongzhuo was practicing, he heard the fourth brother Kuang Wenbai arguing with the eldest brother not far away. After a while, Qin Xiang joined in to persuade him, and Lu Guangzhi also went over. The voices of the few people became faster and faster, and more and more intense. You Hongzhuo had not yet figured out what had happened, but someone had outflanked them from the distant forest.

He only heard the eldest brother Luan Fei roar, "You eat inside and out--" followed by a chaotic melee. The masters of the Great Bright Religion's branch came to kill, and You Hongzhuo only had time to see the eldest brother Luan Fei and the fourth brother Kuang Wenbai fighting together, after which there was only blood in front of him.

Tan Zheng, the leader of the Great Bright Religion, nicknamed "He Shuo Heavenly Saber," came in person, and was not something that a few green forest people who had casually become sworn brothers could resist. You Hongzhuo watched as the third sister Qin Xiang was cut off her arm with a knife, and then her head was cut off. He fought desperately. In the end, he didn't even know how he escaped in the blood. When he temporarily escaped the pursuit, he was alone again.

Many years later, thinking about it, that matter may have been caused by the uneven distribution of spoils between the eldest brother and the fourth brother, or it may have been because the masters of the Great Bright Religion focused their attention on the few older brothers and sisters, which allowed him to escape the encirclement by luck. But the complexity of the rivers and lakes was unimaginable and unpredictable for him at that time. He bandaged his wounds and fled blankly.

At this time, the gold and silver and rice on his body were finally gone. He ate the last bit of dry food, and the surrounding area was barren and difficult to describe. There were few rice and wheat in the fields, and they had already been eaten by flying locusts, and the fruits in the mountains were also difficult to find. He occasionally ate locusts. Because the fifth brother Lezheng told him a lot of heroic stories, although he had a knife with him and there were occasional villages nearby, he finally did not hold a knife to rob.

The believers of the Great Bright Religion were everywhere, so he hid secretly and did not dare to expose himself too much. One day, he had been hungry for four or five consecutive days. He collapsed under the eaves of a house, knowing that he would die. However, in his dying moments, someone came out of the room and carefully fed him a bowl of rice soup.

He was lucky enough not to die because of this. After waking up, he wanted to thank him, but the family just locked the doors and windows tightly at home, refused to come out, and did not speak. You Hongzhuo staggered away and finally managed to dig up a few roots and wild vegetables in the nearby mountains to fill his hunger.

He escaped like this for two more days. One day in the evening, he ran into a few travelers in a ruined temple in the mountains - at this time, refugees were walking around, so it was not strange to encounter such people occasionally. The mountain temple still had tiles to cover the top, and there were probably two families gathered. One of the families had about seven people, a team of adults with family and children fleeing south. They had luggage and some rice, so they lit firewood in the temple to cook rice. On the other side were a man and a woman traveling far away, probably a couple. The wife wore a veil on her face and occupied a corner to eat some dry food. They even brought a blue mule.

You Hongzhuo looked at the family of seven and thought of how he used to have seven brothers and sisters, and couldn't help but feel sad. He blushed in the corner. The family was very vigilant towards him carrying two knives. The stout male host held a stick and was always on guard against him. You Hongzhuo saw them drinking porridge and eating rice, but did not disturb them. He just ate the bitter wild vegetable roots in the corner in small mouthfuls to fill his hunger.

It rained that night, and the three parties who met by chance stayed together in the ruined temple for one night. The next morning, the family of seven got up and packed up to go on the road. The husband of the couple lit a fire with the firewood collected in the temple last night and took out an iron pot to cook a small pot of porridge and rice. The fragrance of rice came, and You Hongzhuo's stomach was empty. He hid in the corner and pretended to sleep, but couldn't help but take out the last bit of root stored in his arms and eat it into his stomach.

While still secretly eating, the man came over with a bowl of porridge and put it next to him, saying, "We meet by chance, it's fate, eat a bowl."

He held the remaining two bowls of porridge and went to share them with his wife.

You Hongzhuo subconsciously sat up. His first thought was to refuse, but his stomach was so hungry that he couldn't say the words. He held the porridge bowl, kept a straight face and drank it as slowly as possible. When he returned the porridge bowl to the couple, he just nodded slightly with a straight face. If he were more experienced in the rivers and lakes, he might have said thank you, but at this time he couldn't even say the words.

Not long ago, he got a bowl of rice soup under that eaves when he was about to starve to death. Now there was another bowl of porridge, which seemed to be telling him that the world was not yet so bad that it was hopeless.

But a moment later, despair came. Eight men came from a distance, two on horseback and six on foot. When they arrived at the ruined temple, they met You Hongzhuo, and one of the men on horseback recognized him - these eight people were all members of the Great Bright Religion, and were masters who had followed Tan Zheng, the He Shuo Heavenly Saber. At this time, the leading man was in his forties, also carrying a long knife. He waved slightly and surrounded the ruined temple.

"The Great Bright Religion is arresting a murderer. This person killed our members and is an extremely vicious person. Who are you and why are you with him? If you are not involved, get out of here quickly!"

The family of seven had eaten something and were now packing up. Seeing the eight people holding knives and weapons guarding the front, they quickly left. The couple on the side also packed up the iron pot and were about to put it in a cloth bag and carry it on the back of the blue mule. At this time, the family who had left first arrived at the temple. One of the lackeys of the eight people stopped them and asked a few questions: "Do you have official documents?" "What is your relationship with that bandit?" "Did you help him take away anything?" The seven people quickly explained, but they could not avoid being searched.

You Hongzhuo's injuries had not healed, and he knew that he was doomed. He had just finished drinking the hot porridge, and his chest and abdomen were hot, but he was no longer willing to implicate anyone. He stood with his knives and said, "What Great Bright Religion, you're just bandits. You want to kill me, what does it have to do with these weak people? If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one!"

The leading swordsman of the Great Bright Religion had a cold look in his eyes: "You ignorant kid, when Tan was famous, you were still drinking milk. You can't even hold a knife steady, and you dare to show off when you're about to die..."

He paused, but took a step forward, "Okay, if you have the guts to draw your knife, Tan will cut off your left hand first!"

As the Tan swordsman spoke, You Hongzhuo had already rushed up with his knives. After he understood that fighting between life and death required using everything to the extreme, he naturally simplified the sword techniques he had learned. At this time, when he moved his knives, the knife was fierce and fierce, and he rushed straight over. The other party's words had already said the words "cut off your left hand", and a knife light flashed in the air. You Hongzhuo's left hand dodged violently, and blood flew up. His left arm had been severely cut, and the old long knife he was carrying was also thrown out.

The Tan swordsman took advantage of the situation and said: "Then kick your face." You Hongzhuo's face suddenly exploded like thunder, and the whole person was kicked away. His head was buzzing, his mouth was full of blood from being kicked, and he stopped after hitting the wall behind him. This swordsman was the brother of "He Shuo Heavenly Saber" Tan Zheng. Although he was not as famous as "He Shuo Heavenly Saber", he was really one in the sky and one on the ground compared to You Hongzhuo. He walked towards You Hongzhuo step by step, and a voice sounded not far away: "This swordsmanship is okay." The Tan swordsman said: "Your swordsmanship is too bad, so die!"

The two voices merged together, showing a bit of disharmony. You Hongzhuo jumped up with force, spitting blood and rolling on the ground. The Tan swordsman slashed at the earthen wall of the ruined temple, pulling out heavy knife marks. At this time, the family of seven was being checked by the members of the Great Bright Religion at the door. The woman in the middle was searched a few times, and she dared not speak. The couple also led the blue mule over. Their eyes looked towards the direction of the fight. The person who spoke just now seemed to be the wife wearing a veil. The Tan swordsman looked back, and a member of the religion had already come over. After hearing the words "This swordsmanship is okay", he shouted: "Who are you!?" and was about to reach out to the woman.

At that moment, You Hongzhuo thought he was about to die. His head was buzzing, and he didn't see the scene in front of him too clearly. In fact, if he could see it clearly, it would probably be difficult to describe the subtle scene at that moment.

When the religious member reached out, the woman also reached out and grabbed the hilt of the knife around his waist.

This matter was casual and strange, because at that moment, the religious member of the Great Bright Religion was already reaching out to draw his knife. His action of holding the hilt was a moment slower. The woman casually pulled out the knife. The knife light folded and went up, passing over the person's cheek, and then slashing at the face of the person on the left. As the knife light slashed down, the woman took a step, reached out and grabbed the sword in the hand of another religious member, brushed it and turned it around, and then stabbed it into a person's neck. She moved closer, and strangely grabbed two more knives in her hand, inserted them one after the other, and then brushed it, turning forward and then turning back, one knife pierced into a person's throat, and one knife put into a person's chest.

You Hongzhuo only saw a little of this scene. When he used to swing his knife and slash people, there was always a sound of breaking wind. The more violent and rapid the knife, the more rampant the knife light. However, the woman's simple actions at this moment, there was no knife light or whistling at all. She cut forward and backward with a long knife, and even stabbed it into a person's chest, as if there was no sound. The long knife was like a silent return to the sheath, and when it stopped, it was already deeply embedded in the chest.

A long knife flew towards the Tan swordsman. The swordsman dodged almost subconsciously, and then opened his mouth subconsciously: "I am Tan Yan, the He Shuo Knife King. My elder brother is the He Shuo Heavenly Saber Tan Zheng. What kind of deity dares to be an enemy of the Great Bright Religion--" He said this quickly and urgently. You Hongzhuo only saw the woman's figure follow like a shadow. The two sides moved a few times, and had already reached several feet away. The wind of the sword danced in Tan Yan's hand, but there was no sound of metal striking in the air. After the words were finished, Tan Yan stopped several feet away, and the woman pulled a small knife from the other party's throat.

It was naturally impossible to pull a knife out of a person's throat out of thin air. However, at this moment, the woman seemed to have no process of swinging the knife, but simply pulled out a knife out of thin air. You Hongzhuo heard her murmur: "Lin Echan doesn't dare to talk to me like that..."

On the other side, the family of seven stood there in a daze. The husband of the couple was still standing there leading the blue mule. The seven members of the Great Bright Religion around him were all dead, or their throats, faces, or chests were stabbed. They fell down like this, and blood sprayed all over the surrounding area, forming a bloody and strange picture as the mountain wind blew.

The woman wearing a veil walked over and said to You Hongzhuo: "Your swordsmanship is a bit interesting. Who did you learn it from?"

In the rivers and lakes, you will meet many, many people, but even after many years, when You Hongzhuo was already a sword master famous all over the world, he would always remember this scene on this day. This was his first acquaintance with the couple.

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