"Fengyunchuan?"

Yang Xingzhou's eyes narrowed and he said: "Wind Tiger Yunlong?"

At this time, his cultivation was getting deeper and deeper, and he never belittled himself. He considered himself to be the best player in the world. Except for a few people such as Ding Dian and the Blood Sword Ancestor, the others were nothing to worry about and were definitely no match for him.

But now Feng Yunchuan can knock him back with just one palm. This ability has reached the level of the ancestor of the Blood Sword. And among the "Luohualiushui" of the Southern Four, none of them are named Feng, so they can only come from the north.

We are looking for a suitable master among the four monsters "Fenghu Yunlong", and Feng Yunchuan happens to be named Feng, so his identity is already obvious.

Feng Yunchuan laughed and said: "It's because of the love of our friends in the world that we gave the four of us such a title."

He retreated and pointed the long sword in his hand at Yang Xingzhou's heart: "Brother Yang, I admire you for killing corrupt officials, but there are laws in this world. If you are a martial artist, everyone will be as lawless as you.

Isn’t the world in chaos? If I don’t arrest you this time, others will. If you are sensible, just follow me to the Yamen. I..."

"If there really is a law in this world, why has Ling Tuisi been doing evil for so many years and the court has never punished him? If there is a law, why are the people of Jingzhou being wronged and have no way to complain? Feng Yunchuan, there is a law in this world, but

This law does not belong to the common people! At least not now!"

Yang Xingzhou slowly retreated and said calmly: "If you want to fight, then fight, why bother with all this nonsense!"

Feng Yunchuan laughed loudly: "Not bad! Take the move!"

He took action as soon as he said it. With a flick of his sword, he stabbed Yang Xingzhou in the chest like lightning.

This sword was fast, accurate, and ruthless, and it was in front of Yang Xingzhou in an instant.

Yang Xingzhou retreated suddenly, threw his right hand forward, and shouted: "Look at the hidden weapon!"

A ray of white light flew out from his sleeve and shot toward the door facing Fengyunchuan.

Feng Yunchuan turned sideways and drew his sword, and the long sword was pointed at the flying object. With a "pop" sound, the flying object was broken by the long sword, and a puff of white smoke immediately exploded.

Feng Yunchuan was shocked and quickly retreated: "What is this?"

Yang Xingzhou laughed loudly, took off his woman's clothes, and covered Feng Yunchuan's head: "This is the dead soul Da Luo Yan! Feng Yunchuan, you were poisoned by me, and you died in an instant!"

Feng Yunchuan retreated again, holding his breath. Facing the flying clothes, he no longer dared to move forward with his long sword. He just dodged to avoid it, and then stood there silently channeling his energy to check if there was anything abnormal in his body.

But after a moment, he had already reacted: "I was deceived by this boy! This is obviously quicklime powder, where is the dead soul Daluoyan!"

Looking up, Yang Xingzhou had already run far away.

Yang Xingzhou laughed as he ran: "Quicklime powder has done wonders many times. It seems that it must be listed as a carry-on treasure in the future! When the time comes, holding lime powder in hand, standing out from the crowd, wouldn't it be great, hahahahaha!"

The more he thought about it, the happier he became. While running, he took off his outer clothes, restored his true appearance, and quietly returned to his hiding place.

"What does Feng Yunchuan mean when he said he came specifically to arrest me? Yes, I killed the magistrate of Jingzhou, and I killed one of my parents, so the court was furious, so they sent Feng Yunchuan to lead people to arrest me and bring me to justice. Hey, ancestor of the Blood Knife

I killed so many people and did so many bad things, but they didn't care. I just killed a corrupt official, but it seemed to be a more serious crime than the ancestor of the Blood Knife! I pissed off me, and I fought all the way to the Forbidden City to overthrow the emperor.

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Feng Yunchuan did not catch the blood-sword ancestor who was full of evil, but instead came to catch and kill himself, a corrupt official. This made Yang Xingzhou extremely unhappy: "I have no relatives in this world and no worries. No one dares to care about me next time."

I will kill his whole family if he messes around with you!"

Yang Xingzhou knows very well that in this world, ghosts are also afraid of evil people. If he assumes the identity of a hero who specializes in killing corrupt officials, he may make people admire him, but he will not make people fear him. If he is caught, he will be able to

If he gets promoted and makes a fortune, people who admired him before may also have the idea of ​​capturing him and dedicating him to the government.

After all, a hero always has the magnanimity of a hero, and does not care about villains. He only kills the people who betrayed him, and rarely harms his wife and children.

But if Yang Xingzhou is not a hero, but a master who can't tell the difference between good and evil. He will kill people if he disagrees with him, and kill his whole family if he speaks. In this way, although he is notorious all over the world, not many people will really dare to think about him.

Not to mention those specifically trying to make things difficult for him.

Just like the ancestor of the Blood Knife, this person has done many evil things, and it is not an exaggeration to be executed in a hurry. However, because of his notorious reputation and his lack of scruples in killing people, many masters use rat weapons to avoid being bitten by snakes, so even if he should be killed again,

But he still survived to this day. If he hadn't met Yang Xingzhou, who had no taboos, he would have been able to do evil for a few more years, and many people would have suffered.

"That's it! Good people don't live long, and disasters will last for thousands of years! I don't want to be a hero. Being a hero is too tiring. It's better to be a villain!"

Yang Xingzhou had made up his mind, and immediately put on his makeup again and dressed up as a tall old man with white hair and white beard. He held a long knife and walked steadily towards Jingzhou City.

He killed Ling Tuisi, which can only be regarded as an unexpected gain, and the people he wanted to kill at the beginning were the three disciples of Mei Niansheng. Now after several twists and turns, things have returned to the original track. Yang Xingzhou wants to kill himself

The murder plan proceeds step by step.

It’s not that he is heroic and courageous and insists on avenging Mei Niansheng. It’s because when he read this book in his previous life, he felt really angry. If he didn’t kill such villains if he had the chance this time, he would probably have unreasonable thoughts in his heart and become a lifelong problem.

pity.

Therefore, no matter what, these three disciples of Mei Niansheng must be killed!

In the city of Jingzhou, there lived Mei Niansheng's eldest disciple, Wan Zhenshan, known as the "Five Cloud Hands". Yang Xingzhou came to Jingzhou, firstly, to see what happened to Ding Dian, and secondly, to kill Wan Zhenshan.

!

This is his second visit to Jingzhou.

Standing outside the city gate, Yang Xingzhou paused, laughed a few times, and then walked towards Jingzhou City.

As soon as I entered the city gate, I heard the sound of blowing and beating coming from not far away. When I opened my eyes, I saw a group of people wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning, crying and following a coffin carried by twelve people. The leader was dressed in mourning clothes.

, holding a bucket in his hand, and a piece of cut paper money scattered all over the sky. Behind him, a group of people from the ring troupe puffed up their cheeks and played hard, and the sound of musical instruments and cries mingled together.

But it is a funeral procession.

Yang Xingzhou's heart moved and he counted the days. It had been more than forty days since Ling Tuisi was killed by him. It was the deadline for burial. This funeral procession was supposed to be for Ling Tuisi's burial.

He took a closer look and saw that this person was indeed the real person, and his name was clearly written on the tomb.

This funeral procession is very strange. Both the coffin bearers and the spirit bearers are all wearing chains on their hands and feet, and their necks are shackled, and are pierced together by thick iron chains. All of them have bruises and swollen noses and faces, and some people are even limping.

Wow, each of his faces became darker and darker, as if his own mother and I were dead.

On one side of the coffin, Ding Dian was wearing linen and mourning, walking slowly with a woman wearing a white gauze mask. His face was solemn, and his eyes were scanning all directions like cold electricity. This person's gaze was as if it were real. Yang Xingzhou was swept by his gaze.

place, I couldn't help but get goosebumps all over my body.

"Good guy, this Ding's internal strength has improved a lot! It seems that he has mastered the Shen Zhao Jing!"

After Yang Xingzhou sensed Ding Dian's gaze, his heart sank slightly, and then he became excited: "But this is the only fun. With such an enemy to spur me on, I don't dare to slack off at all."

These people carrying coffins and supporting the spirits should all be martial arts figures captured by Ding Dian, but now they are all chained up and used as hard labor. Their faces are as gloomy as water, their heads are lowered, and they dare not see people for fear of being raped by their acquaintances and friends.

What I saw was embarrassing.

Just as the funeral procession was about to leave the city, a group of funeral processions also walked down a nearby street, and the two sides were about to collide.
Chapter completed!