The eighth Grandpa Zou is seven feet and nine inches tall, and is full of copper tendons and iron bones. His external skills are not unparalleled, but he is almost the only one in the world.

Mr. Zou Ba was fifty-five years old. When he was thirteen, he had already become the leader of the Heilong Village. At the age of twenty, he had annexed the thirteen surrounding villages, changed the Heilong Village to the Heilong Gang, and unified the green forest forces in the nearby areas. From then on, no matter whoever passes through this area, he will have to pay 20% of his money, otherwise he will inevitably be ruthlessly revenge.

Because he has great martial arts skills, is powerful and cunning. Although many people dislike him, many powerful people have taken action against him. However, Master Zou Ba still lives well, and those who deal with him have already become skeletons.

Some people say that when a person gets older, his heart will become softer. If the person who says this sentence will definitely give him three or four mouths.

Although Master Zou Ba is old, he is even more vicious than when he was young, and his ambitions are increasing day by day.

Over the years, he has annexed several nearby gangs, making his Green Forest business bigger and bigger, and becoming more moody and more fierce and cruel.

Not to mention others, even his subordinates couldn't stand him anymore.

It is said that every day, his subordinates will die in his hands, sometimes one or two, sometimes seven or eight.

It was not a big deal for Mr. Zou Ba to kill them, but a small deal.

Sometimes when someone beats his back but doesn’t beat him well, he will kill people. Sometimes when the food is not in line with his appetite, he will also kill people. Sometimes when he falls in love with his brother’s wife, he will also kill people.

He is now without any taboos, and he can kill him if he wants to.

The entire Black Dragon Gang was shrouded in the haze of fear.

These people can only bear it, but no one dares to betray him.

They all hope that Master Zou Ba will die soon so that they can be freed from suffering.

But Master Zou Ba was sick and painless. Although he was in his early fifties, he looked only about forty. How could he be able to endure him to death?

Grandpa Zou Ba died.

He died suddenly, not sick, but someone killed him.

Mr. Zou Ba died in his own mansion and in his bed. Someone sneaked into the Black Dragon Gang and took his life.

Who was the one who killed him? No one knew.

The man quietly came to the Heilong Gang, killed Grandpa Zou Ba, and then left quietly. It seemed that the one who killed Grandpa Zou Ba was not a human at all, but a god or a demon.

But the one who killed Mr. Zou Ba was indeed a human being.

Although no one knows who this person is.

But many people saw the weapon to kill Zou Ba.

That was a knife.

Flying knife.

A three-inch and seven-minute long flying knife.

There is only one word on the knife - Li.

When the Black Dragon Gang saw the flying knife, the members of the Black Dragon Gang knelt down and it took a long time to slowly stand up.

Deputy Gang leader Ma Youlong immediately ordered the disbandment of the Black Dragon Gang.

Since then, the Black Dragon Gang, which was once in a while, has completely disappeared.

No one had any objection because they recognized the flying knife.

It was Xiao Li's flying knife.

Xiao Li's flying knife has reappeared in the world.

Li Xiao Li's flying knife reappears in the world. Does it mean that after nearly twenty years, Li Xunhuan has appeared in the world again because he can't stand the smoky and chaotic world?

No one knows.

But since then, the legend of Xiao Li flying sword has once again spread in the world.

He was seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in ordinary clothes, but had a sunny smile on his face, and he looked really kind.

He passed by the teahouse and wine shop, and of course he heard someone sing Xiao Li's flying knife again. Everyone was very excited and happy to talk about Li Xunhuan's story, and he was also very happy.

But they are a little different.

Those people didn't know who killed Mr. Zou Ba, but he knew.

Although the Xiao Li flying knife is Xiao Li flying knife, this flying knife is no longer sent by Li Xunhuan, but by him.

He is the only successor of Xiao Li Feidao - Ye Kai.

The leaves are blooming happily!

He always introduced himself like this.

He is Ye Kai.

Ye Kai walked on the long street, looking up at the distant sky.

The sky is clear and blue, and it is endless.

He looked into the distance, and there was no end in the distance.

But he was walking, step by step.

He had seen that place, the galloping place, that was exactly where he was going.

After Du Ao left, Xuejiazhuang was much quieter than before.

Xue Xiaoren is no longer a ruthless killer, but a businessman who likes to laugh often. He even becomes a chatterbox.

But now no one can talk to him.

The eldest brother Xue Yiren is not a person who likes to talk. His nephew Xue Bin is polite and polite and respectful to him, but the two of them can't say a few words. As for his niece Xue Honghong, he doesn't speak much except when he asks him for money, and he doesn't speak much at all at other times.

Xue Xiaoren slid past Xuejiazhuang wearing the skates made before Du Ao left, and she was increasingly missing Du Ao's days.

Xue Xiaoren's movements have always been unhappy because there is nothing in this world that deserves to be up, but today his movements are very fast, at least three or four times faster than usual.

Xue Bin felt Xue Xiaoren sweeping past her like a gust of wind on her skates and heading towards her father's yard.

Xue Bin knew without thinking about it, it must be news about Du Ao.

Only when news comes to Du Ao will Xue Xiaoren be so happy.

It was indeed news about Du Ao, but the person who came here was not Du Ao, but the news conveyed by the person Xue Xiaoren least wanted to see.

After reading the letter handed over by Xue Yiren, Xue sighed and said, "Is it too early now?"

Xue Yiren said lightly: "If someone asks you to pay off your debt, would you say such things?"

Xue Xiaoren smiled bitterly and said, "This kid's birthday has not been a few days, and he is about to get busy again."

Xue Yiren said coldly: "He is a man from the Jianghu, and this is what the man from the Jianghu is."

Xue Xiaoren didn't say anything else, but just obeyed the order and passed the news to Du Ao as soon as possible.

There is no other color in the house, only black.

Even the setting sun shines in, it turns into an ominous dead gray.

Before the sunset shone in, she was already kneeling here, kneeling in front of the dark shrine, on the black futon.

She didn't know how long she had been kneeling, but it seemed that she would last forever.

The sky has not yet shabby, and the earth has not yet grown old.

She stood up, took down a black knife from the divine desk, and split the iron box in front of her with force.

There is nothing in the iron box, only red powder.

She held a knife in one hand and sprinkled red powder behind her with the other hand. She seemed to be kneeling on the head of a young man who had been old all the time, then inserted the knife at the young man's feet, and then knelt down again.

She didn't speak, and she didn't have to speak anymore.

The boy obviously understood what she meant. He pulled out the knife inserted into the ground, turned around and walked out, disappearing into the sky.

The strong wind was howling, and unknown had already enveloped the world.

She had lowered her head in the room and looked at the picture on the ground.

On the scroll is a woman, a woman who is standing among the flowers but is more beautiful than the flowers.

She touched her face and let out a desolate laugh.

Her laughter was horrifying, but the house filled with despair of death became less desperate.

I don’t know if this painting gave the house a little vitality, or if she gave the house a little vitality.

When Du Ao saw the news from Xue Xiaoren, he knew that it was time to pay back the debt.

He doesn't like to owe others debts, but anyone who owes others more or less in his life.

The same goes for him.

Now is the time for him to pay back the debt.

choke!

Du Ao looked at the sword in his hand, and the sword reflected his calm face.

Du Ao looked at himself on the sword, and he suddenly felt that his face had been stained with blood.

This time I don’t know how many people’s blood will be dyed red.

Du Ao was silent.

He was thinking about one thing: "How many people are going to kill this time? How many people should die?"

He doesn't know.

He is not them, and he has no way to make a judgment.

So he thought of another person, a knife.

The person he thought of was Ye Kai, and the knife he thought of was Xiao Li flying knife.

Does Ye Kai already have the answer in his heart?

Du Ao took a deep breath and inserted the sword into the scabbard again.
Chapter completed!