Chapter 1361 All Chapter 1665 Reality (11)

Outside the Xuejiamen, there was a circle of martial arts justices, and he had become a mad swordsman hated by everyone in the arena.

"Xue Wuhen, come out and die, you slaughter the martial arts, it is simply unforgivable."

Everyone was clamoring for Xue Wuhen to go out and die.

No matter how many people there are, no matter how high Xue Wuhen's martial arts are, they can always kill him together.

After calling for a long time, I found that no one came out.

"Xue Wuhen is a coward, hahaha, even the first person in the martial arts is just like that."

"His name is so famous, it's not just rumors, it's just scary, I really see why we don't come out to fight."

A bunch of people spit at the door of Xue's house, and some people are even going to take down the plaque of Xue's house.

Suddenly the door opened, and a white light flashed, directly penetrating the chest of the person who took off the plaque.

People took a closer look and saw that the knife had penetrated the man's sternum and heart, and plunged directly into the ground, submerging into the stone.

Everyone was so frightened that they stepped back, their faces suddenly pale.

How deep is this internal force, so far, it can penetrate a person's heart, and it can also penetrate into a stone.

Just not human anymore.

After everyone was startled, their backs suddenly went numb, and a white figure slowly walked out of the door.

Her silver hair was like snow, tied with a red ribbon.

The man's beautiful and flawless face is indifferent and calm, and his eyes are barren.

He glanced outside the door, "Forty-five."

The voice was clear and cold, but also unusually peaceful.

But it makes people cold to the bone, as if death is counting the dead.

The remaining forty-five people, no, it is correct to say that there are still a few who are hiding and waiting to assassinate Xue Wuhen, and the results are all counted.

Everyone was terrified for a while, and when they looked at each other, they were hesitant to be the first to challenge.

Xue Wuhen squinted slightly, and there was no fluctuation in his beautiful and indifferent eyes.

Then he slowly drew his sword and walked forward steadily.

Without saying a word, with a calm face, looking at them is like looking at a pile of weeds, without emotional fluctuations.

"There are so many of us, how can we kill him..."

A daring swordsman shouted, but before he could finish speaking, he was already dead.

One sword seals the throat, and one throat is three.

With a simple sword, Xue Wuhen just raised his hand.

In the next scene, many people didn't even have time to scream, they just lay down and became corpses in a pool of blood.

Killing people is like cutting leeks, and it's still the kind of cutting method of skilled workers.

In the blink of an eye, most of the people were already dead.

They didn't even have a chance to resist, and they didn't even know how Xue Wuhen made a move.

A few of them were so frightened that they immediately knelt down and urinated.

"Forgive me, hero, spare me."

Xue Wuhen was about to raise his hand, but he seemed to remember something. He was still holding a letter from Bai Weiwei to him in his pocket.

It's almost time, you can open it and take a look.

He ignored the group of people who were kneeling and begging for mercy, and took out a letter from his sleeve.

The outer envelope was wrapped by him, for fear that the paper she wrote on would be soiled.

"Master, I have nothing to say today. I just want to tell you that I love you to death."

Xue Wuhen's indifferent face suddenly showed a smile.

Laugh like a child.

But while smiling, his eyes turned red, and the severe pain in his chest appeared again.

Murder is no longer in the mood.

He walked back directly, knowing in his heart that the pain in his chest was not caused by a lack of martial arts.