When Lightning Knife Hong Hui came to Baiyun Villa to find Jing Yufei, it was already dusk.

The afterglow of the setting sun was projected on Hong Hui, who had already defeated ninety-nine masters in a row, and it seemed even more indescribably ambitious.

At this moment, Jing Yufei was sitting under the corridor of the courtyard, painting a portrait of their family of three with his wife.

Then, as soon as he looked up, he saw Hong Hui, who was silent, suddenly breaking in, and he was taken aback, stood up, hugged his wrist at him, and said loudly: Who is your friend?

Hong Hui came to Jing Yufei step by step, and then, the lightning knife in his hand pointed at Jing Yufei suddenly, and said loudly: You are the Baiyun Swordsman?

Kyokyu Feidao: That's good.

Hong Hui said: Okay, pull out your sword.

Jing Yufei put down the paintbrush in his hand, looked at Hong Hui with an arrogant face, and said: You and I have never known each other, and there is no injustice or hatred, why do you want to draw a sword from you?

Hong Hui said: Because you are a Baiyun swordsman. Because your swordsmanship is good, you can be regarded as a celebrity in the rivers and lakes. As long as it is a celebrity, draw a sword.

Jing Yufei suddenly smiled and said: It turns out that you want to gain your own reputation and status by challenging the famous masters in the rivers and lakes, okay, I will fulfill you.

As he spoke, he took the long sword that his wife had brought over, and then, with a stagger, the long sword was unsheathed, reflecting the light of the folds in the afterglow of the setting sun.

I saw that he pulled the sword in his hand into a sword flower, and his figure was slightly vertical, like a floating cloud in the sky, floating uncertainly.

One move and ten styles, stabbing Hong Hui's head, wrists, elbows, and nine acupoints on the chest.

It is the most powerful move in the Baiyun swordsmanship, "Qingyun Mantian".

However, Hong Hui still stood in place, not moving at all.

Not only was the lightning knife inserted in his waist unsheathed, but even his eyes seemed to have drooped, as if he didn't put Jing Yufei in his eyes at all.

Just when Jing Yufei thought that he was about to stab the nine acupoints of Hong Hui's body, he saw a blue light suddenly rise in front of him.

Then, the figures of the two of them suddenly split and merged.

Jing Yufei turned around in the air, stepped back three feet, and then slowly fell.

However, the lightning knife was still standing upright, and its expression remained unchanged, but the lightning knife that was originally inserted in the waist had been unsheathed, and the blade was slightly slanted.

Drops of blood turned into a chain of beads and slowly slid down.

Jing Yufei's body shook slightly, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground all of a sudden.

And in this sunset, I saw a knife mark passing through his left wrist.

His left hand was gone.

The young woman saw that her husband had cut off the veins of his left hand in just one move, but she didn't see how Hong Hui made the move, and she was so shocked that she forgot to exclaim.

Hong Hui also put the knife into the sheath, clasped his hands to his chest, held the hilt of the knife, and said in a deep voice: Hmph, Baiyun Swordsman, there is a false name, now, I have abolished your left side as a warning, I don't think you will use the sword again in the future.

With that, he turned around and left.

The Baiyun swordsman was stunned and couldn't say a word.

But the young woman said coldly: You thief, you hurt my husband's left wrist, but you know that my husband is using a left-handed sword, you, you are so ruthless.

As he spoke, he picked up the long sword that Jing Yufei fell to the ground with his toes, pulled a sword flower, and stabbed at Hong Hui.

Although this young woman is not a first-class master, she also has some kung fu on her body, plus her husband's left wrist was abolished, and under the inspiration of hatred, she made the sword even more powerful.

Unexpectedly, Hong Hui didn't even turn his head, the lightning knife in his hand suddenly came out of the sheath, and then split it out with his backhand.

I saw a thunderbolt of sword-like lightning.

The young woman and Jing Yufei were strung together and stabbed in the chest.

Jing Yufei's face was gloomy, and he suddenly drew his knife, and the two of them slowly fell down and died.

And the freshly completed painting page placed on the table was also swept up by his fierce knife wind, and slowly fell to the ground, playing in the autumn wind.

In the house, a baby was crying.

This baby is Jing Zhaomei.

After listening to Hong Hui tell the whole story in a smug and disdainful tone, Jing Zhaomei, who had always been calm and soft, was finally enraged.

His fist slammed into the wall, smashing a big hole, smashing blood on his hands, looking at Hong Hui, he said in an angry tone:

Hmph, now, I finally understand what kind of person you are, and I finally understand why you have been so harsh on me over the years, torturing me day and night.

Because for you, I am just a mongrel born from your enemy, a root of evil, and the reason why you didn't kill me, or even adopt me, is just that you, as a dignified hero, killed my parents and wanted to give your conscience a little comfort.

Hmph, what a proud disciple of a heroic horse, what a famous man who is as famous as Jiang Feng of Fujia Villa in the rivers and lakes, in my opinion, you are just a humane, bloody and ruthless murderer, and a hypocrite who weaves lies for his own reputation.

At that time, when you stabbed a knife into the body of my parents, if you cut the grass and kill me together, I don't know how happy it would be for me.

Why did you bring me back to raise me, and why did you tell me the truth of the facts, so that I could live in pain forever?

Hong Hui looked at Jing Zhaomei, suddenly sneered, and said in a deep voice: Hmph, you actually shed tears in front of the enemy who killed your biological parents?

However, it is no wonder that you are, after all, the son of the cowardly swordsman who is vulnerable to my sword, and it is not wrong to say that where there is a father, there must be a son.

Jing Zhao's eyebrows were raised, and he roared angrily: What are you talking about? I'm going to kill you.

Hong Hui clenched his fists, the joints of his body creaked, hooked his fingers at Jing Zhaomei, and sneered: Yes, yes, yes, that's it.

The way you look now, you have a little manly spirit, pull out your sword, swing your fist, knock me down, kill me, shoot, hurry up.

However, Jing Zhaomei threw more than a dozen punches in a row, but Hong Hui easily dodged them, and Jing Zhaomei's body was also bloodied by Hong Hui's merciless fist.

Hong Hui waved his fist at Jing Zhaomei, and shouted at him: Slow, it's too slow, you know all day long that you can kill me by fiddling with those harps and strings that are only used by women?

You bastard, you coward, you spineless bastard, hurry up and use your stunt to kill me? Aren't you full of anger at me?

Think about the torture I've tortured you over the years, and think about how your own parents died like dead dogs under my knife.

Yes, yes, that's it, turn your anger, your hatred into motivation, come at me, hurry up at me?

However, Jing Zhaomei's fist didn't even touch Hong Hui's clothes.