final catastrophe

Chapter 519 19. Good and Evil Unity (Subscribe)
The fire burned.

The entire mountain village was burned, and there was no one who could not see it.

The blazing red flames are not frightening. There are many bandits outside the village, so some people will die every year.

Therefore, when Zhang Feihu ran out of the house screaming, all the villagers gathered around.

"It's a bandit, and the bandit seems to be at odds with Uncle Dashan's family again.
I barely resisted, but those bandits are very strong. "

Zhang Feihu said what he had already thought about.

The three members of Dashan's family fell into a pool of blood, covered by burning flames, drowned, died, burned to dry bones, and there was no one left until they had a sword wound on their necks.

The villagers are naturally ignorant and don't want to delve into anything.

Zhang Feihu is from the Sword Palace, and he is well-known in the village. Everyone will believe what he says, and even if they don't believe it, they won't gossip.

But there is one person who is not.

He knelt quietly in front of the burning house.

Then he got up, ran to the water tank outside the house, picked up the gourd water ladle, poured water on his body, and then tore off a piece of coarse cloth from the corner of his clothes, wet it and held it between his nose.

Looking at the wooden house in the flames, it was like a huge red mouth that swallowed everything.

Silently, the man ran up and rushed into the house.

"A Niu, you are crazy!"

Some villagers noticed it and shouted loudly, or comforted them.

But the man had already run in.

"A Niu is a man. He and Da Shan are best friends in normal times. Now that the family is dead, he is naturally excited."

"But... I'm afraid I'm risking my own life by jumping into the fire pit."

"It's a pity that the girl in the next village still likes him."

"Qiao'er is so beautiful. This man is liked by a good wife. He can live a good life, but he insists on going to this house. I'm afraid he won't be able to get out."

"Silly."

"I usually look at him stupidly, I really didn't expect to do such a thing."

"When a person dies, he dies, but when he is buried after fire"

"This kind of guy is just a fool with no brains."

The villagers gave different opinions, but they all shook their heads, thinking that Ah Niu shouldn't have gone in, and that this guy really had some brain problems.

A moment later, a burning man rushed out of the room.

He quickly jumped into the water tank, still holding a boy in his arms.

chi chi chi.
Cold water put out the fire.

As if smoked, the man with red and black skin and face put the child in his arms on the ground, frowned, and stretched out his index finger to check his breath, but he was out of breath.

But the boy had a stab wound on his chest.

The man raised his head coldly, looked around, and suddenly his eyes fell on the sword on Zhang Feihu's waist.

He said loudly: "Your sword, try it."

Seeing the situation, Zhang Feihu was a little flustered, he sneered and said, "Try what?"

The man said: "Try to see if the scar on Dashan's baby's chest can match your sword."

Zhang Feihu said: "I said, is it a bandit? You don't believe me?"

The man raised his eyebrows and said, "Try it."

Zhang Feihu sneered and said: "I am a disciple of the Sword Palace, do you know the Supreme Sword God? No. 1 in this Jianghu! I come from the Sword Palace, can I still lie to you?

If you have this spare time, why not go to the mountains to search, those bandits might not have gone far. "

A group of villagers also started talking with each other.

But the general meaning is similar to that of Zhang Feihu.

After all, what they said did have an agent, and this baby was raised in the village, so he knew everything. Compared to him, this Niu was an outsider who had been here for a year.

In addition, Zhang Feihu is a disciple of the Sword Palace, which is something worth celebrating.

And Ah Niu is just a reckless man of unknown origin.

So the villagers have already started to yell, saying that after the fire is extinguished, the three members of the Dashan family will be buried tomorrow and so on.
As for the bandits, when the village chief arranges to search for them in the mountains, there will be young and strong in the village.

Everyone sweeps the snow in front of their own door, and takes care of the frost on other people's tiles.

What's more, people die every year in the village, what's so strange.

But the downcast man still knelt in front of the boy, silently wiping the scar on his chest with his fingers, "It's a sword wound."

Zhang Feihu said: "Thieves use swords."

The man said: "You also use a sword."

Zhang Feihu smiled, shook his head, and asked the surrounding villagers: "When did such a stubborn donkey come to the village?"

The man said: "I just want to try the sword wound, is it troublesome?"

But no one paid any attention to him.

How can anyone care about a weak person?
and the dead?

Amidst the din, many people had already turned around. It was time to go back to sleep after seeing the excitement.

But the man suddenly got up and took a step.

He was already a few meters away, and he took another step, and he was in front of Zhang Feihu.

The latter didn't respond, and when he raised his left hand, there was a long cry, and the sword had been drawn out of its sheath.

Dragging the sword, he turned back and forth at an extremely fast speed.

Fast as a ghost.

Then slowly put the tip of the sword on the boy's wound.

Only then did Zhang Feihu come to his senses, his complexion uncertain, and he said angrily, "Give me back my sword."

After all, it is to draw up the internal strength, use the strength of both hands, and jump into the air.

But his body suddenly became stiff and he couldn't move another half step.

dare not move.

Just because the sword was already on his neck.

When did you set it up?
he does not know.

From that angle?

He didn't know either.

The man named A Niu didn't raise his head, just raised his sword with his left hand, resting it on the neck of this flying tiger, and said flatly: "The scar is consistent with the sword."

After a moment of silence, he suppressed and asked, "Why did you kill him?!"

Zhang Feihu said: "There are so many similar types of swords in this world, I don't have one, don't you want to rant!"

The villagers were taken aback at first, but they also became suspicious, so they asked, "Boy of the Zhang family, did you do it?"

Zhang Feihu said: "Uncle, I grew up in the village, don't you believe me?"

After a few words, the villagers believed Zhang Feihu again.

Then he came to persuade this reckless man.

But the man named A Niu just repeated it in a low voice like a tiger: "Why did you kill him?!"

Zhang Feihu still wanted to quibble.

Ah Niu had already stood up, his voice was low, mixed with sadness and vague anger: "Why?"

Zhang Feihu said: "You want to understand, I am a disciple of the Sword Palace, even if you are a master who lives in seclusion here, you know the status of the Supreme Sword God in the Jianghu, right?"

A Niu said coldly: "Then what happened to the bloody fingerprint on the jade pendant around your waist?"

Startled, Zhang Feihu hurriedly looked down.

Then he found that there was nothing on the jade pendant, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to speak, the down-and-out man with the beard looked up to the sky and laughed.

Don't look at it, don't ask, just cut off the sword in your left hand at will.
It was a sword light mixed with blood.

In the light, Zhang Feihu's eyes were still relaxed, but his head had already flown up, landed on the ground and rolled twice.

The headless body fell down and knelt down towards the man named A Niu, facing the dead boy and the collapsed wooden house in the distance.

The villagers wanted to say something more, to criticize and curse.

However, no one can speak anymore.

Because in their eyes, the reckless man had an extremely terrifying aura around him at some point.

Like a prehistoric monster that just woke up, he walked very lightly, but it seemed that the night between the sky and the earth was covered by him.

that breath.

That level of breath.

Even the blind can feel it.

Unparalleled, but peerless, like no one before, no one to come after, like the light that can break through the whole world, and like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

Complicated, contradictory, totally incompatible.

But by chance, it appeared on such a man.

I don't know when.

Half of the hair is white, the other half is black, with a long shawl, like the Milky Way, like the Styx.

The white ones are compassionate, and the black ones are demon flames.

Good and evil finally erupted simultaneously at this moment, bringing strength and despair.

(End of this chapter)