Life is like a chess game. All living beings are a piece in the chess game. Unless they jump out of the chess game and become the one who plays the chess game, they will never escape the abandonment.

Just like chess, the "car" rushes around, killing gods and Buddhas, but it can't escape the fate of abandoning the car and protecting the coach.

There is nothing wrong with becoming a chess piece Feng Yun doesn't feel it is wrong. At least it means that you still have the value of being used and the meaning of being alive.

Don’t think that if you have a system, you can disrespect gods and Buddhas and not fear the sky. The system cannot make him become a god in one step.

Recognize the present and embark on the road to becoming a god!

"Since you dare to reveal your identity, I don't think you are going to be prepared to keep your employer, right?" Feng Yun asked in a deep voice. The man took the initiative to inform him of his identity. The person above must have reached some kind of agreement, but he didn't know whether this person was the chief of Ning'an Prefecture, the chief of Jincheng County, the chief of Yongzhou, or the other.

Feng Yun didn't care much about these. He just wanted to know who had to spend such a price to kill him. He only had a thousand days to be a thief, so how could he have a thousand days to guard against thieves!

He felt uneasy when he didn't find out the murderer behind the scenes.

"The thing is in my arms. If you kill me, I will know it. If you can't kill me, it doesn't make sense!"

"That's great!" Feng Yun gritted his teeth, and instantly rushed to the man with all kinds of changes in his magical actions, and the long sword in his hand was slashed.

"Kill!" The man shouted coldly, and the sword suddenly stabbed straight. The black sword was like a ghost in the dark, and the ghost was eccentric and made a jingle sound with Feng Yun's sword.

The man is quite powerful, and at least he has opened up almost fifty acupoints. His sword technique is the same as the man before, and his path of being a strange and light and agile.

The man opened up more than twice the acupoints that Feng Yun had, but Feng Yun was not afraid at all. The Kongtong mental method he was practicing had thick and long internal strength. Although the recovery was very slow, the consumption was also very slow.

"Dangdang!"

The two of them quickly fought for twenty rounds, from the roof to the street, and then from the street to the roof.

"Click!"

The long sword in Feng Yun's hand suddenly broke, leaving only the bare hilt.

"You lost!"

The man pointed at Feng Yun with a black narrow sword.

The long sword that Feng Yun took from Hei Xiaohu was much worse than the narrow sword in the man's hand, but it still did not enter the famous sword.

If the leaf deciduous knife is in hand, the man’s narrow sword should be broken at this moment!

"The swordsman without a sword will definitely die, but the swordsman without a sword may not die!" Feng Yun shook his head, tapped his feet lightly, and a few flashes came to the man.

The man waved his sword and stabbed it straight, and his internal force was used to move his hands instantly from flesh to bronze. This was a sign that the iron cloth shirt was activated by internal force.

He clamped the narrow sword with his palms, but saw sparks splashing everywhere. Feng Yun slapped the man's chest with one hand and took advantage of the momentum to make up another kick. The man fell on the street like an arrow from a string, and the narrow sword in his hand also fell like fallen leaves in autumn.

Feeling the sound of the system, Feng Yun flashed and came to the man's body. He reached out and wanted to reach into the man's chest. Suddenly his pupils tightened, his body flipped in the air in the air, and a dart flew past him against his scalp.

Before Feng Yun could land, several darts came to him. Feng Yun dodged repeatedly with his magical ingenuity to barely avoid the attack of the darts.

If ordinary people had been shot into a hedgehog by darts, they would have perfect iron cloth shirts, strong defenses, and had the ability to move lightly and changeable lightly to avoid the attacks of darts.

After the darts were shot, the man flew to Feng Yun without any ambiguity, and quietly arrived in front of Feng Yun.

"This person is definitely a master!" Feng Yun is very strong, and killing people above the level is even easier to drink water, but this person can run to his eyes with full concentration. It is really terrible. In a hurry, Feng Yun formed his hands with his palms and hit them with a loud bang.

"Bang!"

Feng Yun staggered and fell into trouble for a few times before he could stabilize his body.

Since the iron cloth shirt was perfect, this is the first time that Feng Yun has been taken advantage of in terms of strength. Although he has made a little hasty efforts, he has not done his best.

As soon as I stood up straight, a trait of evil wind appeared out of nothing and again on Feng Yun's face. This is the rhythm of killing with one palm!

After being chased and beaten by the enemy, Feng Yun was so frustrated that he had not seen the man's face clearly yet.

"ah!"

With a sudden roar, Feng Yun did not dodge or dodge, and used all his strength to combine his waist and legs, and punched the tiger fist. Although the tiger fist was not as good as the Liuhe Palm, he was still better than the explosion of power.

"Bang!"

Feng Yun only felt the five internal organs shift, his whole body trembled, and his feet couldn't help but take a step back, sinking deep into the hard road half an inch.

The man also took a step back half a step, and his face covered veil was shaken off, revealing an old face.

He is six feet long (one foot here is 30cm), wearing a soap robe, a scarf on his head, an eagle nose and wolf eyes, and his forehead is like the Hengduan Mountains.

"Boy, it's not unfair to my son die at your hands, but I'm unfair!"

The old man roared, moving like a rabbit, and the soil under his feet flew everywhere. He clenched his fists and punched two or three times in an instant. The fists were blown by the wind, causing Feng Yun's cheeks to hurt.

Through a brief battle, Feng Yun judged that the old man's strength was about to open up about forty or fifty acupoints, but like Feng Yun, he practiced horizontal martial arts, which was powerful and full of defense.

"What does your son's death have to do with me?" Feng Yun was puzzled, but he didn't dare to take it lightly. He clenched his fists with both hands and rushed forward, and fought with the old man for more than a dozen moves.

"die!"

The old man was extremely angry and ignored him at all, and acted like he was desperate. He let go of his arms and attacked Feng Yun's vital points.

He was so arrogant that he was afraid of being stunned, and so sad that he was afraid of being desperate. Feng Yun was completely fooled by the old man.

When triggering system tasks, the most appropriate way is to disguise yourself and hide quietly, but Feng Yun did not do that. He was seeking wealth and danger. For the sake of potential and for the sake of the poisonous dragon palm, he chose to face the difficulties.

But now the old man is fighting for his life. Feng Yun is so happy that he can't accompany the old man to the underworld!

According to the system task, Feng Yun has to kill at least ten people, and the old man is the ninth, and the most critical tenth has not yet come out.

Just as Feng Yun was constantly fighting in his mind, Feng Yun was suddenly stunned and his hand was getting faster.

The tiger fist is made of gold drilled through the stone, the tiger fist is made of three consecutive hits, the tiger fist is made of generals cuts the sword, the tiger fist is made of white tiger fist is placed on the wall, the tiger fist is made of heavenly king, the tiger fist is made of wife turning the line, and the tiger fist is sitting alone in the lotus.

"boom!"

Feng Yun and the old man punched each other hard.

After a moment, the old man's clothes exploded, his ears and nose bleed, and his gaze gradually became dim.
Chapter completed!