Feng Wushu had just stepped on the line of blood and fire when he heard a cold laugh, which sounded so breathtaking in the cold night wind.

Feng Wushu felt a chill on his body, but he forced himself to calm down, and scolded loudly: "it, get out of here!" Lao Tzu is not afraid of you-grandson's Divine Fire Sect!"

A voice said coldly: "You are still a bit heroic, much better than the crying one over there, since this is the case, I will give you a happy death." The voice seemed to come from the ground.

The muscles on Feng Wudi's face twitched, looking around for the source of the voice. In an instant, there was suddenly a man in black beside him. The man in black had a pale face, his hair was long and messy, and a pair of bony hands stretched out from his black sleeves, as if he had just crawled out of a grave.

There was a strange and cold aura on the man in black, and the eyes that seemed to have no pupils made people feel a strong sense of suffocation. Feng Wushu felt that his body was cold, and the big knife in his hand became extremely heavy, but he forced himself to cheer up, pretending to be fearless, and scolded: "Are you-fucking-one of the four killers of bullshit?

The man in black sneered and said, "It doesn't matter if you know it, because if you know it, you will soon be brought to the grave." ”

Feng Wushu was angry, roared, and with all his strength, slashed at the black-clothed man's head. The knife slashed down, but it only slashed into the air, and the man in black suddenly disappeared like a ghost, and he didn't know where to go.

Feng Wushu saw that there was no figure in front of him, and when he was wondering, he suddenly saw that the man in black was standing on his right side for some reason, and he was shocked in his heart: "What a fast body......! Is this the speed of people?......"

But since he decided to fight hard, Feng Wushu didn't care about it, and immediately slashed the waist of the black-clothed man to the right with another knife, and said loudly: "You-, take your life!"

The man in black snorted lightly and said coldly, "Are you in such a hurry to die?" The figure flashed away, and Feng Wushu slashed into the air again.

Feng Wushu didn't care about it, the big knife in his hand splashed like the wind, and continued to chase and slash towards the man in black, but the man in black was still much easier. After dozens of knives, Feng Wushu couldn't even touch the corners of the black-clothed man's clothes, but was already panting heavily.

Under the huge gap in strength, Feng Wushu was teased into deep despair in his heart, and suddenly there was a trace of wanting to give up resistance and die comfortably, and the big knife in his hand became slower and slower.

When the man in black saw Feng Wuving's appearance, it seemed that he had finally had enough, and his body suddenly passed through Feng Wuving's body like the wind. Feng Wushu had no ability to resist, he only felt something cold on his throat, and hot liquid gushed out of his throat with severe pain, and he couldn't breathe in an instant.

Feng Wuving's throat "gurgled", his eyes bulged out, and his life slowly disappeared with the bright red on his neck. His mouth was wide open, and he tried to speak, but he could only make a muffled sound, and his body slowly softened, and he fell to the ground and stopped moving.

After Feng Wushu fell, everyone saw that the man in black didn't know when there was an extra short sword in his hand. The bright red blood on the short sword fell down the blade of the sword drop by drop, and it looked extremely terrifying in the white hands of the man in black.

The crowd became frightened, and many fled home, crying and screaming. It didn't take long, and there were only a few people left at the entrance of the village, including Zeng Bo.

At this time, Li Yipu didn't dare to make a sound, his butt was spread on the ground, and he couldn't move for a long time; Fang Ping's face was bloodless, his left hand holding the sword was so tight that he was about to drop blood, and his body trembled slightly.

The rest of the people were also terrified, their eyes widened, and they didn't even have the courage to escape.

However, Zou Dui looked very calm, his brows were furrowed, in the eyes of others, the skills and ghost speed of the man in black were extremely terrifying, but in his eyes, he felt bored

That's right, it's boring! It's like seeing a lot of chess masters fighting, and suddenly seeing a novice abuse a rookie who has just started playing chess. Although Zou Dui himself didn't understand how this inexplicable feeling came about.

The man in black stood in the night, and it looked even more dark and terrifying against the black clothes blown by the night wind. Everyone's hearts were cold, and no one dared to step out of the line of blood and fire to pull Feng Wuving's corpse back.

The man in black coldly swept around everyone and said, "I only kill one person a day, but if I cross the line of blood, I will not be killed." ”

The voice of the man in black was gentle, but everyone heard that he had the ability to snatch souls, and many people's legs began to tremble, and they cried out directly timidly.

Rainbow ignored her fears, and tightly covered Rui'er's eyes when Feng Wushu was killed, not wanting Rui'er to see this bloody scene. All this was seen by Zou Dui, and his head began to hurt again.

Although Zou Dui was so numb that he didn't care much about the loss of life, it was difficult to calm his heart, especially after he saw the iridescent eyes, something began to strongly stimulate his lost memories.

Stroked his head that hurt badly, although he still couldn't remember anything, Zou Dui's heart inexplicably welled up with the idea of protecting these weak people, that sense of familiarity and righteousness, as if he had done something similar.

Zou Dui's brows furrowed, he didn't mind helping these weak people as much as he could, but what could he do to protect them? As Da Niu said, he had no power to restrain the chicken, and he couldn't even dodge Da Niu's fists, so what could he do to protect them?

At this moment, the man in black slowly disappeared into the night. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and several people actually fell to the ground with weak legs.

I don't know how long it took, but everyone subconsciously dispersed like a walking corpse and returned to their respective residences.

Zeng's house was brightly lit, and everyone did not feel sleepy, so they all crowded into the hall, trying to discuss countermeasures, but no one could come up with an effective solution.

"It's over...... It's over......"

The candle flame in the room flickered on and off, and Li Yipu squatted in the corner of the wall in despair, his eyes were demented, and his mouth kept nagging.

The voice was so annoying when everyone was silent, but everyone had a deep sense of despair at this time, and they didn't want to speak, thinking about their own things.

Only Fang Ping was tired of hearing this, and said angrily: "Li Yipu, can you shut up!

Li Yipu didn't notice it at all, and he was still a dumb whisper.

I don't know when, there was a terrible scream outside, and everyone was startled, and immediately rushed out of Uncle Zeng's house to find the voice.

In the night, a man in white and an old man in a sauce-colored gold-trimmed suit stood in front of him, it was Zeng Wanjin and Wang Feng, and this place was where Zeng Wanjin's mansion was located.