Preface
The night was dark, and a scream came from the Linzhou branch of Xuanlong Sect, and then the lights came on one after another amidst the noise. The helmsman Qian Xing rolled out of his concubine's bed with his clothes on, carrying a sword. A lion's roar suppressed the continuous screams: "Who is that person!!!"
The man in the crowd paused, then brandished his knife and broke through the crowd towards the Qian Bank. Qian Xing saw it. It was a very young and handsome face, and it seemed like an old friend.
The young man had a cold expression and was dressed strangely. The arm holding the knife stretched out in graceful and powerful lines in the night.
Qian Xing joined the battle with a loud shout, and a fleeting sneer appeared on the young man's cold face.
After ten moves, the young man chopped off Qian Xing's plump head with a light knife and held it in his hand. He said in a cold voice: "Tell Jiang Xuping that he will be next."
Intention: