Stars

winter!

The snowflakes are fluttering, the cold wind is like a knife, and it is bitingly cold.

night!The snowflakes are still floating, the silent and dark night, the sky has no stars, let alone the moon.

The earth looked extraordinarily dark, and even the snow looked misty gray.

In a courtyard, there is a person standing, as if he is integrated with this snow-white land.

His whole body was steaming hot, because his blue silk clothes were soaked with sweat.

In his palm was a three-foot-nine-inch long knife. The blade was blood-red and covered with scales. On the handle was carved a golden, lifelike, ancient mythical beast unicorn.

There are not many people in the army who don't recognize this knife, and there are not many people who don't know him.

His man and knife were famous all over the world when he was 20 years old. Now that he is approaching middle age, he really wants to let go of this knife, but no one can tolerate him letting go of this knife.

This person is the general of Longwu Kingdom in the Daoyuan Continent.The light of the sword spans thirty thousand miles, and the light of the sword shakes Feng Haohe, the god of war of the four kingdoms; and the sword in his hand is the unicorn blood knife that makes people look ashamed.

"Father! Father! Mother said that it's cold outside and it's getting late, so I want you to go back to your room early." A tender, red-faced little boy ran over.

This little boy is Feng Yun, the son of Feng Haohe, who is eight years old this year.

Feng Haohe opened his eyes, turned around and smiled: "Yun'er! You go back and tell mother that I will go back to my room in a while."

Feng Yun ran close, and said in a childish voice: "Father! Mother told you to go back to the room with Yun'er."

Feng Haohe smiled and said: "Okay! Yun'er! It's very windy here, you go under the eaves first and wait for Dad, who will come soon."

Feng Yun said: "Father! I'll be right here waiting for you!"

Feng Haohe smiled helplessly: "Uncle Luo! Uncle Luo!"

An old man in Tsing Yi, about five or sixty years old, ran over and said, "Master! What's the matter?"

This old man is the housekeeper of the Feng family, named Luo Hong.

Feng Haohe said: "Take Yun'er back to the room quickly, don't freeze him."

Feng Yun said firmly: "Father! I don't! Let's go back to the room together, Mother is waiting for us!"

"Yun'er, be good! Dad..." Feng Haohe stopped speaking suddenly, and looked up at the sky.

"murderous look!"

Feng Haohe hurriedly said: "Quick! Uncle Luo! Take Yun'er in quickly."

Surprised, Luo Hong pulled Feng Yun and walked inside.

Feng Yun struggled and said, "Father! I don't! Grandpa Luo, let me go."

Suddenly, three figures appeared in the falling snowflakes.

Three pairs of deep eyes stared at Feng Haohe, and said in unison: "Kirin Blood Knife!"

The man in black in the middle said, "You are Feng Haohe?"

"Yes! Who are you? Why are you here?" Feng Haohe said calmly.

"We are here for you, to be more precise, for the unicorn blood knife in your hand. As for who we are, you don't need to know, and you have no right to know."

Feng Haohe said: "Uncle Luo! Take Yun'er away quickly!"

"No need! None of the people who are in the house tonight can escape. Kill! Don't leave behind!" the black-clothed man in the center said.

Feng Haohe was startled, and said, "Let's go! Uncle Luo protect Yun'er."

Feng Yun had already heard what was going on, this time he didn't struggle or willful, Luo Hong dragged him and ran towards the room.

"kill!"

The two men in black swooped down at high speed, one came to attack Feng Haohe, and the other charged towards the house.

"Bloodlin disintegrates!"

In Feng Haohe's hand, the unicorn blood knife flipped over and slashed down suddenly.

"Roar..." A fire dragon, a raging lion, and an enraged tiger attacked the three men in black.

"Be careful! It's the Feng Family's Six Blood Lin Jue!" The black-clothed man in the middle swung his palm, and the attacking fire dragon dissipated like a battered dragon.

The two men in black who came down paused for a while, using their fingers as swords.With one finger, the mad lion and angry tiger were smashed, disappearing and invisible.

In an instant, Feng Haohe, who had already been attacked by the other two men in black, came up to him.