It is already noon now, and the scorching sun still cannot change the coldness in her body.

I saw the man's pale face, with no expression at all, as if nothing could touch his heart. But those eyes were terriblely sharp and terriblely cold. Since he walked in, the air in the room seemed to suddenly condense, and no diner dared to continue talking.

This man came in, and his indescribable cold-blooded spirit was enough to make anyone frightened.

Even the person who feels dull is stimulated by his murderous aura and becomes cold in his hands and feet.

This is a murderous aura that can be cultivated by countless people killed.

This man's swordsmanship may not have reached its peak, but in terms of murderous aura, no one in the world can match it.

In the blink of an eye, the man in black was already sitting on the table closest to Li Zhichang, and he said coldly: "The shopkeeper is looking at the tea."

It was not until then that Zuo Mingzhu saw a long and thin sword hanging on the man in black, without a scabbard, as if this sword was going to kill people at any time, so there was no scabbard.

After Li Zhichang and his friends had enough food and drink, the man in black finished a cup of tea.

No more or less, just a cup of tea.

Li Zhichang slowly said to the man in black: "There is no blood in the murderer, there is a little red under the sword. I heard that you are the most expensive killer in the world and the most trustworthy killer."

This man in black is actually the number one killer in the world today, the most murderous point in the Central Plains.

The man in black didn't speak, maybe he didn't speak very little.

At this time, a young man came to Zuo Mingzhu, stood in front of her, and said, "You can't kill her."

Zuo Mingzhu said: "Xue Bin, what are you doing?"

The young man has a pretty face and a sword on his body. He is also a man in the world.

The man in black frowned and said, "Get out of the way." His sword would never be released easily. He did not collect the money to kill Xue Bin, so he naturally refused to kill Xue Bin. He would never waste any of his strength.

Xue Bin said: "My father is Xue Yi's man, so I advise you to leave immediately."

Xue Yiren is the world's number one swordsman who has been famous for more than 30 years. No one has seen him make a sword in recent years. It's not that he is old, but that no one dares to challenge him.

Xue Yi Ren, a man in blood. His reputation was made of blood. If there were other people in front of Xue Bin, or people like Leng Qiuhun, they might have stopped.

For thirty years, no one dared to offend Xue Yiren.

But Zhongyuan Yihong is not such a person.

Li Zhichang said: "Children, let go. As long as Zhongyuan Yihong collects money, even relatives and friends, I will kill him. He is the most trustworthy person in the world, no one."

Zhongyuan Yihong said in a cold voice: "There is one thing you are wrong, Zhongyuan Yihong has no friends, and no relatives to kill."

Zuo Mingzhu suddenly felt a little sympathetic when she heard him. She didn't even have relatives or friends, so she lived a very painful life. She suddenly realized why Yihong from Zhongyuan wanted to kill people, because besides killing people, he could not find a way to numb himself.

Xue Bin said: "Even so, I won't allow you to kill Mingzhu."

His tone was very firm.

Zhongyuan Yihong didn't say anything. Such feelings could not touch him. Although his heart was not made of iron, it was not much worse.

He didn't say anything, but his sword still pricked. At this moment, Xue Bin actually avoided it. After all, he was Xue Yiren's son, and after all, he had good martial arts skills.

After all, Zhongyuan Yihong's patience is limited. After all, he has no money to kill Xue Bin, so this sword is not fast enough.

But he didn't expect Xue Bin to hide so firmly.

Xue Bin dodged, and the sword did not stab Zuo Mingzhu, because Zuo Mingzhu had avoided the man and the bench several feet. However, although she escaped the sword, she was very unhappy after all.

When Xue Bin blocked Zhongyuan Yihong for her, she wanted to replace Xue Bin, but now she wanted to stab Xue Bin to death with the sword just now. This change of mood came so quickly.

Xue Bin blushed and ran away from here like crazy. Because he was a young man, he couldn't stand this insult.

Li Zhichang said: "Since you want to kill us two, can you kill me first and then her?"

Zhongyuan Yihong said: "Why do I promise you?"

Li Zhichang said: "Because you are willing to set off your sword when we are full, why bother to sting with this small request?"

Zhongyuan Yihong said: "Okay, I promise you."

Li Zhichang said: "It seems that you are not bad after all, you are just taking the wrong path."

Zhongyuan Yihong said: "You finished speaking?"

Li Zhichang said: "I'm done."

Since the words were finished, the only thing left was the sword.

Li Zhichang has seen many swordsman masters in his life, and many of them are faster and more accurate than Zhongyuan Yihong. Among the masters he has met in his life, Zhongyuan Yihong cannot even enter the top twenty.

However, Zhongyuan Yihong's sword-drawing posture was extremely strange. When he drew his sword, his wrist was only moving, and no other parts were moving, because he would never waste a slight energy.

The speed of his sword was like a spark from a flint, without giving anyone any time to react.

Although this kind of swordsmanship is not at its peak, it is fast enough.

And it's so close, you're not afraid of being inaccurate.

Even everyone could imagine that Li Zhichang would never be able to avoid this sword.

But he not only avoided this sword, but also avoided the next three swords.

Not only did Zhongyuan Yihong fail to kill him with one sword, but also three swords failed to kill him.

Perhaps no one in this world can kill Li Zhichang with one sword, no one can kill him within three swords, and no one can stab him within ten thousand swords.

Because Li Zhichang is not a human being, but an immortal, an immortal living.

Even though Li Zhichang is now a mortal fetus, there is no possibility that Li Zhichang can hurt a hair. There is no martial arts in this world that can hurt him.

Li Zhichang sat like this without using any body movement, and even did not move. However, Zuo Mingzhu only saw a red sword in the Central Plains, and always slashed the ends of Li Zhichang's hair, but even a single hair could not be cut off.

When the 133rd sword was on the 133rd sword, Zhongyuan Yihong paused the tip of the sword. Just as he drew his sword, he was also very natural, as if he was breathing.

At this time, the diners in the hall were empty, and a group of people were surrounded by them. They were all wearing clothes with the Cinnabar Gang logo, of course they were from the Cinnabar Gang.

Among them, Leng Qiuhun said: "Is there a red in the Central Plains? Why did you stop?"

Li Zhichang sighed: "If others win money from you, you will kill him and then get the money back. How could you pay for opening a casino like this? Only now do I know why I was so poor in the past." (To be continued...)

ps: There are two more updates to write after dinner, maybe it will be after 9:00
Chapter completed!