he doesn't use a knife

Darkness, deep darkness, bottomless darkness.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, it's getting closer!

His hand was about to touch the edge of the table, his fingertips were about to touch his sword, his heart, his last chance of life!

But he didn't move.

What is the sound coming from the throat?

His hands fell heavily to the ground.

——Only his hand fell to the ground, because he was cut off with a knife!

His head was held down like this, and he kowtowed to the ground, unable to break free, feeling as if his blood was about to flow out.

"Do you regret it?" the man asked him, his voice low and hoarse.

There was a hoo hoo sound in his throat.

Don't want to die, he doesn't want to die!I regret it, I really regret it, I have never regretted it so much!

He suddenly widened his eyes.

The last thing he saw was a golden shadow like a rising sun.

...

Wei Fei died in vain.

Mu Chang was waiting for someone at the intersection, hearing such yells all over his ears.

Everyone is talking about Wei Feibai's death.

Said how miserable his death was, how ridiculous his death was, the leader of the majestic martial arts alliance was poisoned to waste his kung fu, his right arm was cut off, and his life was taken away by a dagger.

Mu Chang was unmoved, he clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and stood still, as if he was just a statue.

The sun in the desert was hot and poisonous, but he didn't move.

Mu Chang was a monk.

If he hadn't returned to secular life half a month ago, he should be an ascetic monk now, and he came to this Liao Liao desert just to endure hardship.

But Mu Chang returned to vulgarity because Duan Yishuang persuaded him not to be a monk anymore.

Duan Yishuang is the person Mu Chang has to wait for.

The weather is very hot now, and people are burning hot, as if they are about to light a fire.

But Mu Chang knows that as long as Duan Yishuang is here, no matter how hot the day is, it will turn cold, and no matter how hot the fire is, it will be extinguished into a pile of dead branches.

Because Duan Yishuang was very cold.

The very cold people came here after half a stick of incense.

Duan Yishuang held the sword.

It was spring, but there was a heavy rain in the Central Plains.

The rain was very fast, and Duan Yishuang's scabbard was covered with rain, and when the wind blew, it disappeared without a trace.

As soon as he appeared at this intersection, Sunshine really wasn't so vicious.

The people who came in a hurry also stopped and looked at him.

He is dressed in white and has a blue sword. His temperament is dusty, as cold as frost, and a light blue tassel hangs from the hilt of his sword.

Everyone in Jianghu should recognize him.

His name is Duan Yishuang.

Duan Yishuang has a nickname, "Flawless Sword".

He is a leader in the righteous way, a celebrity in the world, and even a wandering wild crane.

He came here today, and there will be no second reason.

After seeing it, everyone turned their heads in unison, and hurried to the depths of the desert.

Mu Chang waited here just to lead Duan Yishuang.

It is true that with Duan Yishuang's skills, he will never get lost in the desert, but Mu Chang still has to wait for him.

Mu Changdao: "We haven't seen each other for half a month since we parted in Bizhou."

Duan Yishuang also said: "I heard from the master that you have returned to vulgarity and are no longer called 'Wuchangzi'."

Mu Chang said: "Yes, 'Wuchangzi' wants to be 'Mu Chang', so don't want to be 'Wuchang'."

Duan Yishuang asked, "Is Zhu Ziping here?"

Mu Chang said: "He came faster than you."

Duan Yishuang passed Mu Chang shoulder to shoulder and walked ahead.

Zhu Ziping is the successor leader of the Wulin League.

He is Wei Feibai's younger brother.

Everyone in the Jianghu knew that as long as Wei Feibai died, the person who would take over the Wulin League must be Zhu Ziping.

But no one doubted that it was Zhu Ziping's moving hand.

Because the relationship between him and Wei Feibai is really good.

Fortunately, the two of them have been together since they were young, and they have done countless things for each other. Zhu Ziping died once for Wei Feibai, and Wei Feibai also tried poison and got a Gu for Zhu Ziping. There is no one in the world worse than them fateful friendship.

So Zhu Ziping will not kill Wei Feibai.

He also has no reason to attack Wei Feibai!

But who was it that took Wei Feibai's life in such a cruel way?

who is it?

——The Flying Flower Sect of the Demon Sect!

This is the only reason why the heroes of the rivers and lakes gather in the desert!

"The Flying Flower Sect of the Demon Sect has a habit. If someone is killed, a red rose will be placed beside that person."

"It is said that this flower must be in full bloom and must be picked at the best time. It must not be a budding flower, let alone a flower that is about to wither. It must be fresh enough!"

"The Flying Flower Sect kills people, and they will definitely leave a rose flower to show what kind of victory they have achieved. There is a rose flower next to the body of the leader Wei!"

The flying flower sect of the demon religion has become more and more rampant in recent years.

They constantly challenge the bottom line of the righteous way of martial arts, and challenge the dignity of the eight major sects and the martial arts alliance!

But now, the rampant demon sect even took away the leader's life!

How can this make people not angry?

How can people bear this sense of justice?

Duan Yishuang lowered his eyes. As he walked all the way, what he could see was blood-stained corpses all over the place.

Those corpses bent their fingers, as if they were piously offering their loyalty to someone, until the last drop of blood was drained, and they still maintained that posture. The frozen hands were like flowers blooming on the yellow sand.

Like a rose in full bloom.

Mu Changdao: "The Cuiyuhui and Meteorite Wu sects came here first, they questioned whether the Feihua Sect killed Alliance Leader Wei, they thought that this demon sect would inevitably quibble and frame it, but they didn't want the elders of the Feihua Sect to say directly Yes, Wei Feibai was indeed killed by the Feihua Sect."

Not only that, but the elder of Feihua Sect laughed shrilly: Wei Feibai will die if he dies, we can kill whoever we want!

This sentence ignited everyone's anger.

The eight sects and a group of idle knights surrounded the Feihua Sect. Zhu Ziping took the lead and stood at the front, wanting the suzerain of the Feihua Sect to come out and give an explanation.

But Feihuazong came out with three elders and three Dharma protectors, but the shadow of Feihuazong's suzerain has not been seen for a long time.

No one in Jianghu has ever seen the suzerain of Feihuazong.

Because Feihuazong is actually far away from the Central Plains.

Even when they became famous in recent years, they hadn't attracted the attention of the Eight Martial Arts Schools and the Wulin League.

Even though they have done many evil things and committed many crimes.

——But all of this is not worth the killing of Wei Feibai.

He provoked the anger of the public and really stepped on the bottom line of the Wulin League, like a resounding slap in the face, beating the eight sects and the Wulin League dizzily and caught off guard.

When Duan Yishuang approached, Zhu Ziping was still confronting several elders of Feihua Sect.

Seeing him coming, Zhu Ziping cupped his hands and said, "Brother Duan."

Duan Yishuang asked: "The demon cult is rampant, how does Brother Zhu want to deal with it?"

Zhu Ziping was a little surprised: "What's the matter, Brother Duan, why are you so active and still asking me such a question?"

Indeed, Duan Yishuang is a person who cherishes words like gold.

He only talks more to his friends and confidants.

Normally, as long as no one asked, Duan Yishuang would never speak.

He can even go a month without saying a word.

Duan Yishuang who took the initiative to ask questions was surprising, and Mu Chang was also surprised.

Mu Chang said, "Be good, old Duan, did you take the wrong medicine?"

Duan Yishuang raised her eyelids and glanced at him: "Yes."

Mu Chang's eyes widened.

Zhu Ziping said again: "Since brother Duan asked, I will also talk about my own thoughts——The Flying Flower Sect is indeed rampant, and I personally admit that they were the ones who killed the senior brother. My thoughts are——"

"Destroy the door!"

There was a sudden roar from the crowd behind him.

"Yes! Kill the door! Kill the door!"

"There is no good person in Feihuazong, kill them and avenge the leader Wei!"

Zhu Ziping's expression changed slightly, and just as he was about to speak, a sentence came from the group of people from the eight sects: "That's right! The Feihua Sect has been destroyed! We are the righteous way of the martial arts, how can we let the tiger go back to the mountain so easily!"

"Destroy the Demon Cult! Avenge the Leader Wei!"

"Destroy the Demon Cult! Avenge the Leader Wei!"

"Destroy the Demon Cult! Avenge the Leader Wei!"

Those three voices were uttered by someone who did not know, and in an instant the entire mighty crowd was filled with such voices.

The slogans one after another were shouted extremely loudly, echoing in the Liaoliao desert.

Zhu Ziping still wanted to talk.

But he can't say any more, and he doesn't have to!

The elder Feihuazong standing at the entrance of the main hall has already made a move!

Is the law!

As fast as lightning, like a flying flower, he slashed straight at people's death spots, only heard two muffled "bang bang", and he killed two people with his fingers first!

Zhu Ziping had no choice but to draw his sword to meet him.

Zhu Ziping is good at using swords, and he also likes to use swords. His swordsmanship is elegant and agile. Anyone who sees it will praise his flexibility.

But now he stabbed with sword after sword, but was avoided by this old man with an old face!

The hand holding the sword gradually trembled.

Zhu Ziping stabs and picks up the sword, every time very fast, and faster and faster.

The sword light reflected on his face, but it was not as pale as his face.

Because when Zhu Ziping stabbed with the sword, he inevitably thought of Wei Feibai!

The senior brother who has fought side by side with him for thirty years.

Dead, people are dead!Who killed Wei Feibai?It's the Feihua Sect, it's the Demon Cult, it's the old man in front of you, it's everyone in the Feihua Sect!

Thinking of this, Zhu Ziping's eyes were already scarlet, and he no longer stabbed the sword indiscriminately.

He was heartbroken.

It turns out that I didn't feel the pain just now, but I haven't recalled the pain yet!

There are not a few people who are as heartbroken as Zhu Ziping and almost go crazy!

They fought desperately with everyone in the Feihua Sect, their hatred was overwhelming.

Hate Feihuazong's arrogance, hate Feihuazong's ruthlessness, hate Feihuazong for making them suffer humiliation!

The yellow sand is soaked in blood, and the golden palace is red.

Duan Yishuang stopped Mu Chang at a distance.

The knives collided with the swords, the knives collided with each other, and the sound of various weapons colliding rang for a long time.

Mu Chang said: "Let me go!"

Duan Yishuang shook her head.

Mu Chang asked: "You don't want to help, and you don't want me to help, so what are you doing here? Are you here to watch the fun?"

Duan Yishuang said: "Be careful of tricks."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd who were fighting together suddenly dispersed.

Zhu Ziping stood in the middle, holding the sword, laughing up to the sky, blood slid down his forehead.

And in front of Zhu Ziping, stood a figure he had never seen before.

Tsing Yi, black hair, blank and empty eyes, skinny fingers.

The man in Tsing Yi remained silent, looking at Zhu Ziping who was almost insane, the corners of his lips curled up, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

What a terrible smile!

Everyone present was shocked by his strangeness.

But even though Zhu Ziping has no reason, he can still perceive the crisis.

Zhu Ziping suddenly retreated as if facing a formidable enemy!

But still slow!

The man in Tsing Yi opened his mouth and spat out, two sharp needles spewed out from his mouth, piercing through the air, about to stab Zhu Ziping's throat.

Seeing the situation, Mu rushed to save people in a hurry, but Duan Yishuang was faster than him.

Duan Yishuang has unleashed his sword!

When the Wuxia sword came out, there was only this sword shadow left in the sky and on the earth, and everything would be eclipsed by it.

Everyone saw Duan Yishuang's sword.

blue sword.

Standing in front of Zhu Ziping, blocking those two sharp needles!

The man in Tsing Yi was startled.

Mu Chang stood far away, and he felt at ease when Duan Yishuang drew his sword.

No one is faster than Duan Yishuang's sword.

And the person Duan Yishuang wants to save will always have a chance!

The man in Tsing Yi also realized the danger of Duan Yishuang.

He took two steps back and pulled out a dagger from his waist—to fight until the last moment!

Such danger, such haste!

Duan Yishuang didn't move.

Why don't you move?

Because the man in Tsing Yi drew out his dagger, but he didn't want to fight forward at all, but was planning to run away!

He turned around and flew out, crossed the crowd, and made a cyan wind trail in the air, and disappeared since then.

Duan Yishuang will not chase after her.

But Zhu Ziping chased after him!

The clothes were still stained with blood, the hand holding the sword was still shaking, and most importantly, Zhu Ziping was injured!

Duan Yishuang can ignore the whereabouts of the man in Tsing Yi, let alone ask about his life, but Duan Yishuang can't ignore Zhu Ziping.

Because Zhu Ziping is Mu Chang's friend.

And Mu Chang is Duan Yishuang's friend.

Duan Yishuang frowned lightly, held the sword, and finally caught up with Zhu Ziping's leaving footsteps.

The author says:

It's time to write.

Martial arts feelings started from Gu Long’s narrative style. I read some novels by Mr. Wen Rui’an and Mr. Gu Long before writing this article. I think Wen Juxia’s style gave me more ideas. It's not enough to describe the heat, but do my best.

My dream nine years ago was to write a drama. Now I want to finish it. I don’t want to say that this is my obsession with completion. I think this should be a new starting point.

This article is a gift to myself in the past nine years.

This is a story of not many peerless martial arts masters, but everyone caught in it is in the world.

The outline of this article is nearly [-] words, and the detailed outline of [-] words is still being refined. Both the plot and the emotions are developed step by step.

In terms of emotions, it is the first to flirt, and the first to be tempted.

There is a manuscript, so it is updated every day, and it is closed every Wednesday unless there are special circumstances.