The Bluestone Street passes through the town and reaches outside the Tang family's gate.

In the goutra wine shop, teahouse and inn, many people from the martial arts world gathered here. They were actually skeptical about whether Zhu Liuhui came to the door. After all, before they came, they made the news first, so that the Tang family could prepare in advance, which was inappropriate.

It was already early in the morning, and it was dawn again. Many tourists were dizzy and were ready to lie down and wait tomorrow. At this moment, the restlessness suddenly sounded on the street, attracting everyone's attention.

Under the dark sky, two large lanterns were hung at the entrance of the Hundred-Five Street.

The heavy snow in winter made the vision hazy and I couldn't see the situation in the distance. At some point, a sharp-eyed waiter found a black shadow appearing on the street and walking towards the Tang family. His steps were steady but extremely fast. He walked through the street outside the window in the blink of an eye.

The gangsters sitting in the restaurant and tea shop to keep warm, looked at the person who came in a long-distance running in gray, his hair was tied up with a cloth belt, and a sheathless iron sword hung around his waist. He walked past the snow-covered street, but he walked without traces of snow.

Zhu Liu was born in Youzhou and was also famous when he was young. Most of the tourists who could come over to watch the lively world were well-informed and had some skills. Although it was nearly twenty years later, he still recognized who the person was from his appearance similar to the old sword saint Zhu Choushan.

"Ruolang?"

"Here comes..."

"My hero..."

"I wish the Sword Saint..."

The rivers and lakes gathered in the town were restless, but knowing Zhu Liu's purpose, no one dared to come forward to chat with him. Several old people who were somewhat famous in the Youzhou rivers and lakes also persuaded:

"Liulang, why do you come here alone? This matter should be discussed for a long time. Zhu family only has your own fire. Never act impulsively..."

When the Zhu family was in trouble, no one watched coldly. There were many people in the martial arts world who had been taken care of by the Zhu family in Youzhou who spontaneously ran to help. Among the people who rushed over, there were many apprentices who were studying art in the Zhu family back then. They were all ashamed and dared not look up.

Zhu Liu was straight and silent, walking through the long street of a hundred feet long, and came straight outside the Tang family gate where he drew his sword and crossbow. Facing hundreds of Tang family children and cowards who dared not come forward, he simply said two words:

"Open the door."

The second master of the Tang family was Tang Zun, who was guarding the gate outside. When he saw Zhu Liuda's face coming alone, his face looked a little gloomy.

However, the Tang family is still a family of martial arts and martial arts. They also claim to be a family of swordsmen. No matter how bad the reputation is, they will not give up on themselves. If Zhu Liu and his people secretly kill to the Tang family, they will rush forward and destroy them. Now that people are coming to the door openly, they can't slash them in panic.

Tang Zun stood with his hands behind his back and said coldly: "Zhu Liu, I think you are not easy to make a reputation. Today I will retreat myself. My Tang family will not blame you..."

Sa--

Before he finished speaking, a sword light flashed in front of the Tang family gate.

The many people from the world who followed him to watch, before they could see clearly what was going on, the door bolt of the Tang family's red lacquer door had been broken and slowly opened, revealing the Panlong screen wall behind.

Tang Zun put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, his sword was unsheathed for half an inch, but his left hand covered his throat. Blood oozed out between his fingers, his eyes were so angry that he stared at the empty street in front of him, and then fell down after a while.

Plop—

"you……"

"Second Master!"

The faces of the Tang family members holding the sword next to him suddenly changed. But when facing the contemporary sword saint, how could they dare to take a step forward? Holding the sword and retreating under the high wall, as if facing a great enemy.

Zhu Liu's iron sword was still hanging around his waist, and it seemed that he had never taken it off. He turned his head and looked at Tang Zun, who had not yet died, and his voice was cold:

"Don't blame me for the past? Are you worthy?"

Tang Zun was obviously unworthy, so he had no chance to answer.

The gate of the red lacquer opened, and the Tang family members behind them retreated to both sides of the road with their swords, their eyes terrified and dilemma.

Behind the Panlong screen wall, Tang Jiao, wearing a gorgeous costume, walked out from the side. He looked up and saw the body of his second uncle lying on the street. His eyes were blood red in an instant, and his feet paused slightly. He recovered in just a moment, and walked to the martial arts stage with the hilt of the sword in his hand and said coldly:

"Zhu Liu, you are so brave!"

Zhu Liu slowly walked through the small square with the wind and snow, staring at Tang Jiao coldly:

"Give you a chance to fight me one-on-one and kill all the male members of your family. Otherwise, the whole family will be dead."

Tang Jiao glared and said, "It's up to you?"

"Just because of me."

Zhu Liu kept walking, slowly took off the iron sword from his waist, pointed to the ground diagonally, and walked towards Tang Jiao.

Tang Jiao held the sword inlaid with his left hand, and looked at each other calmly at first, but Zhu Liu quickly walked thirty steps away, without any intention of pausing, and was still moving forward.

Nearly a hundred children of the Tang family gathered in the square, but at this time they seemed to be wood, standing there blankly, without even a person who could speak to the point.

Tang Jiuer and Tang Yan were usually arrogant and domineering, but at this time they seemed to have become humble gentlemen. They stood behind their father, looked at Zhu Liu's shoes, and did not dare to move their eyes upwards half an inch.

"Zhu Liu, you think my Tang family is so stupid!"

Tang Jiao forced himself to hold on and shouted angrily. After just one sentence, Zhu Liu had already reached twenty steps away.

For a master-level master, ten steps are the basic skill, and twenty steps are basically equivalent to walking on the face.

Tang Jiuer gritted her teeth and quietly retreated. Tang Yan glanced at his younger brother and moved back silently.

No matter how powerful Tang Jiao was, he was not enough to be able to wrestle the wrist with the contemporary swordsman. Seeing that Zhu Liu had crossed twenty steps, he stepped back without any hesitation and said aloud:

"close the door!"

The Tang family members under the high wall heard the sound and did not care about the sarcasm of the people outside the world. They hurriedly closed the door and used their long sword to block the master, so as not to be rushed in by the jianghu guests who drew their swords to help them.

In the huge square, except for the Tang family's children, only the sword saint Zhu Liuyi was left.

When Tang Jiao closed the door, he obviously threw his face aside, quickly stepped back, and whispered:

"Mr. Song! Master Song!"

Zhu Liu stopped until this time, held the sheathless iron sword and said coldly:

"Tang Jiao, do you think that if you call Song Ying, you can escape?"

Tang Jiao's forehead was rolling sweat beads, and he leaned almost against the martial arts show stage, gritting his teeth and said:

"My Tang family serves the country and has a clear conscience in everything you do. If you have the ability to destroy the entire Tang family today, just do it."

Zhu Liu stood in the wind and snow, but his eyes were condescending:

"Tang Jiao, don't you think you live like a dog? You don't dare to draw my sword?"

Tang Jiao swallowed his saliva and gritted his teeth and said:

"It's all the time, and I'm still talking about these rules in the world. Since you're here today, don't even think about going out alive."

Zhu Liu's eyes were dull: "Since I'm here, I didn't want to go out alive, but you, and your sons, will definitely die here today."

Behind the Panlong Screen Wall, Song Ying and Yin Tong couldn't wait to see Tang Jiao being forced into this.

Song Ying jumped onto the Panlong Shadow Wall with a goose feather knife, wearing a wolf guard's black cloak and flies in the wind:

"Zhu Liu, you can't destroy the Tang family today, nor can you kill Tang Jiao. I advise you, and I will show you how many people I brought out and can't beat you. I will leave directly and fight you, and give you a chance to escape."

When Tang Jiao heard this, he was stunned for a moment and raised his head:

"Mr. Song, you..."

Song Ying's eyes were cold: "Why, do you still expect me to sacrifice my life for the Tang family?"

Tang Jiao opened his mouth and had nothing to say.

Zhu Liu stood in front of the martial arts stage and glanced at the vaginal boy standing behind the crowd. The enemy was basically there, and he didn't say much nonsense and raised his hand.

In an instant, several muffled sounds of corpses falling to the ground from all over the square. More than a dozen elite soldiers from each of them, with swords and weapons appeared above the house, surrounding more than a hundred people in the small square.

He may not be Wu Kui, but he is definitely the top hero in the world. Almost all of them are wanted criminals of the Jiazi, and they are very famous in the world.

As all the main forces of the Eagle Tower appeared, the Tang family members present gradually lost their complexion and gathered in the middle, turning from the siege offensive to the defensive.

Song Ying stood on the Panlong screen wall and looked around. He ran from Chang'an to Youzhou thousands of miles away, not only for the Tang family, but also for the sake of the Tang family. He was the number one confidant of the Investigation Department. His purpose was to eliminate this disaster in one fell swoop. Although the people present were all famous bandits, Li Hansheng was not among them. Li Hansheng, the traitor leader, did not bring it to justice, and no matter how many thugs were killed, it would be meaningless.

"Pei Huaiying from Jiulong Village, laughing at Maitreya Wang Mi, and the Taoist who moved the mountain... Haha - there are so many people coming, why didn't Li Hansheng come out?"

Zhu Liu Jianfeng pointed to the ground diagonally and said calmly:

"If you want to see Li Hansheng, you will pass my level first."

Song Ying nodded and raised the long sword in her hand:

"kill!"

"promise!"

In an instant, the elite wolf guards hidden among the Tang family's children pulled out their carry-on weapons and rushed towards the nearby bandits of the Eagle Tower.

Mr. Pei stood on a high place and said loudly: "The Tang family has been tragic for many years, and has been betrayal and harmed brothers and sisters. Now I beat Yinglou to eliminate this great harm. I dare to obstruct everyone and kill everyone! No one is left!"

"kill!"

Many heroes in the Eagle Tower jumped down from the high-walled buildings.

In the huge Tangjia Village, swords were rising in an instant, and the shouts of killing were shaking the sky.

Zhu Liu single man turned into a white rainbow with one sword, and rushed straight towards Tang Jiao and his son standing in the martial arts arena.

The sword energy surged into the sky in the small square, and even the wind and snow fell calmly, the sword wind was disturbed.

Tang Jiao knew it himself. Seeing that Zhu Liujiu came over, he didn't even have the desire to fight. He raised his sword and rushed to the left, and rushed towards an Eagle-Dancing Master who was killing the Tang family's children.

Song Yingyan's feathered sword was unsheathed half an inch, but her body did not move, just staring at Zhu Liu's every move.

Zhu Liu came to take revenge, and his target was naturally Tang Jiao. He was approaching quickly like lightning. However, before he rushed to the front of the martial arts stage, a black shadow rushed out around the corner of the martial arts stage, and rushed to his feet with a hideous smile, and two swords were used to directly pull his legs:

"Come on two first..."

Snap-

The chief lieutenant of the Cui family, who has been famous for many years, did not finish a word, but under the rusty iron sword, it turned into more than a dozen pieces of rotten meat and fell into pieces on the snow surface.

Zhu Liu didn't even pause, but he had already arrived behind the Tang family's father and son in a blink of an eye.

Tang Jiao, who was running with all his might, looked back and saw that the vaginal boy turned into a corpse before he even finished shouting. He was shocked and his face also showed a little horror. The long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and he almost blocked Zhu Liu's poisonous snake and stabbed him like a fang, and said anxiously:

"Mr. Song!"

Song Ying was shocked when he saw the Yin Child being killed in the blink of an eye. However, the Tang family was the imperial court's presence in the world. After all, he was killed in front of him. The emperor must be angry. He stepped on the dragon shadow wall with his feet, and his whole body soared into the sky and fell in front of Zhu Liu with a knife.

Ding Ding Ding--
Chapter completed!