After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

"Who is coming?!"

The guards of the Qiao family moved the moment the figure appeared, and all the swords around their waists were pulled out, revealing a snow-white sword light.

The man didn't answer them, but continued to walk slowly in their direction according to the previous steps.

Qiao Muyun's fingers were almost embedded in Lin Mao's flesh, and the epee behind him screamed and howled, like an enraged beast. There was a rattling sound inside the scabbard.

"Wanshijiangshan Wannianqiao——This is Qiao's family team, who is coming, please report your name!!!"

Following the shouting of the vanguard guards, other people in the convoy also moved—the unremarkable coachman, the seemingly delicate maid, and the dusty foot slave suddenly stood up, darting out of the crowd like a bird and falling into the front row In the formation of the guards, all of them are equipped with extremely superb internal strength and skills.

These are the real personal guards of the Qiao family. If it wasn't for extraordinary circumstances, they should have covered up their tracks.

However, at this moment, the strong omen made them unable to care about anything else, and Qi Qi revealed his real body in front of that person.

"..."

The man still didn't respond to the Qiao family's warning.

A thin layer of sweat gradually oozed from Qiao Muyun's palm.

An extremely piercing gust of wind blows the snow and blows, cutting a short gap in the air like a blade. It seems that in an instant, that person has approached like a ghost a few feet in front of the convoy, and that person's face, Finally, at this moment, it was displayed in front of everyone.

Someone couldn't help but let out a surprised gasp.

The first thing I saw was the man's leaden gray dry white hair.

The long hair was disheveled behind him, dancing with the strong wind, almost merging with the snowflakes.

That person had a once handsome face with extremely positive facial features, but now that person's face is extremely thin, his beard and hair are all white, and the expression between his brows and eyes is frantic. That face has now become a meaningless mask, and There are two black holes embedded in the mask.

Those were the man's eyes.

A pair of eyes that make people feel cold and frightened.

Those eyes were completely occupied by extreme despair and pain, so that the man's eyes had completely lost the rationality and spirituality that humans should have, but the dark pupils seemed to be burning with ghostly lights, which set off the picture. The face became more and more crazy and distorted.

If it wasn't for the fact that the man was wearing a linen robe whose hem had been torn to shreds and was holding a broken sword in his hand, almost no one would doubt that he was the man-eating Shura in the folklore. ghost.

However, if you look closely, you will find that the man's robe is covered with brown stains, and almost half of his body is soaked in human blood.

"Keng--"

The epee "Daqiao" almost popped out of the scabbard by itself, and the point of the sword pointed directly at the man. Qiao Muyun's breath stopped, and he found that the scabbard, which had always been cold, started to heat up like a soldering iron.

"kill--"

The guards carefully trained by the Qiao family faltered for the first moment and immediately stabilized. At the same time as the order sounded, several figures jumped up and cut across the path of the white-haired man with their swords.

However, before the sound of "kill" fell, those people paused, then bounced backwards in the air, fell to the ground with a few bang bangs, their hands and feet twitched for a while, and then there was no movement.

Those who come are not good, and have high martial arts skills.

A few sword sounds suddenly sounded, and in the blink of an eye, several people attacked that person again, but this time, they didn't even survive the previous one's effort, and directly turned into a blood mist in the wind, falling in all directions. In the snow.

"stop--"

Qiao Muyun held Lin Mao in his arms, "Daqiao" snorted, and the black light flicked to block the man's sword. In just one breath, Qiao Muyun and him had already exchanged dozens of moves. The sound of metal and stone striking each other resounded, but everyone saw the wind and snow but not the sword move.

It's just that Qiao Muyun was no different than the white-haired man, with Lin Mao in his arms to protect, he was inevitably at a disadvantage in the fight. After a few moves, he had to grunt, and retreated a few feet with his sword.

"Who the hell are you?!" That man's martial arts skills are extremely rare, Qiao Muyun's brow was sweating, and he stood the sword in front of him and asked in a calm voice. "Why did you suddenly attack my Qiao's convoy?!"

Hearing Qiao Muyun's words, the white-haired man who was supposed to pursue the victory suddenly froze in place like a powerless puppet. His pair of dark eyes met Qiao Muyun's face. Like a poisonous needle.

"The Qiao family? Oh... that's great... that's great... I went down the mountain because of the Qiao family..." A hoarse and rough voice was squeezed out from the man's throat. Mu Yun's flesh and heart were dug out, "One by one, kill them all."

As the man spoke, there was a faint sob in his throat, and he became more and more delirious, almost insane.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Qiao Muyun felt the boy in his arms trembling violently before he could respond in the future.

"Master Mu, don't be afraid, no matter whether you live or die, I will protect you no matter what."

Qiao Muyun whispered anxiously.

The Qiao family has made many enemies, and it's not that they haven't encountered ambushes in the past, but this time Qiao Muyun can't take it lightly as if he was looking for revenge in the past anyway-this person is not only extremely skilled in martial arts, but also has the ability to act and fight. There is even more endless resentment towards the Qiao family in the words, and no scruples about life and death when fighting against each other, which is the most terrifying type of enemy.

Qiao Muyun had to deal with this person with all her heart, and she really couldn't distract herself from comforting the Mu Gongzi in her arms, but the latter seemed to have gone crazy, with a rattling sound in his throat, and he seemed to be hysterical. To get rid of Qiao Muyun.

"Master Mu—"

Gritting her teeth, Qiao Muyun growled, and could only hug Mr. Mu even tighter.

I'm afraid I was really frightened by this man like a ghost...

The reason why Mr. Mu was so terrified was naturally because his own martial arts were too weak, which made him untrustworthy.

Qiao Muyun thought in her heart, a bitterness welled up in her chest.

"Do the members of Qiao's family who have lost their conscience also have a heart?"

The white-haired man stared blankly at the confrontation between Qiao Muyun and the boy in his arms, and let out a cold low laugh.

"Then let the people of Qiao's family taste the feeling of being crushed."

Before he finished speaking, the man had already broken his sword and stabbed straight at Lin Mao who was in Qiao Muyun's arms.

Qiao Muyun frowned, mobilized his internal strength, and "Daqiao" rushed out just to block back, only to see the broken sword draw a stream of sparks on the blade of "Daqiao", Qiao Muyun took advantage of the situation and swiped back to get away— —However, at this moment, Lin Mao in his arms actually bit his wrist.Qiao Muyun was caught off guard by the pain, and the strength in his wrist weakened, and then he felt Lin Mao struggle hard, and he rushed out of his embrace like a moth to a flame, and rushed towards the white-haired man.

And the white-haired man's sword momentum has not diminished, at this moment the point of the sword is facing Mu Gongzi's chest, and he is about to stab the boy through the chest with his sword——

"Master Mu!!!"

Qiao Muyun's liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and with a roar, he turned abruptly in the air and flew towards Lin Mao.

Accompanied by a blood donation in his throat, Qiao Muyun heard the young man who haunted him in his dreams let out an extremely vague moan in the air.

"..."

Qiao Muyun didn't put the groan, which was so subtle that it was almost undetectable, into her heart, but she didn't expect that the white-haired man would stop his hand suddenly when he heard the boy's voice. The awe-inspiring sword energy directly cut a bloody hole on his arm, and at the same time as the hot blood spurted out, Lin Mao in mid-air had already fallen straight to the ground.

The snow-white fox fur cloak spread out instantly on the snowy ground. The white-haired man lowered his head, just in time to meet the gaze of the boy.

...all sounds of silence.