At the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, in Zhang Jiakou.
Zhang Jiakou was a north-south passage, a place where fur was distributed outside the Great Wall. It was densely populated and the market was prosperous.
There was an open space in a forest outside the city, surrounded by weeds.
Dark clouds covered the sky. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. A storm was coming.
On the empty ground, a young man in white clothes stood proudly with a three-foot-long Qingfeng sword in his hand. Around him were dozens of fierce Jianghu people.
Dozens of bone-chilling murderous auras spread out, as if they wanted to devour the white-robed man. If it was an ordinary person, their legs would have trembled and their hearts would have turned cold when faced with such murderous auras.
However, the white-robed man's expression was calm, even indifferent and cold. It was as if in the white-robed man's eyes, the dozens of people around him were no longer living people, but cold corpses.
The white-robed man was dressed in white and had an otherworldly aura. He should have been a peerless person like an immortal. However, the feeling that this white-robed man gave off was so cold, arrogant, and indifferent to life. He could see through the coldness of the world.
When they got close to this man, they could feel the danger of death from him!
However, this man was extremely handsome. He had flawless facial features, smooth skin, sword-like eyebrows, and starry eyes. His deep eyes were like the stars in the dark night, and he had a tall nose. His thin lips were like cold jade. Everything told the world that this man was peerless!
However, the color of the man's hair was a little strange. His silver hair reached his waist, and there were strands of blood-red hair mixed in his silver hair. However, there were more silver hair and fewer red hair.
"Killing God, you kill people like flies. Today, we will enforce justice on behalf of the heavens!”One of them pointed his sword at the white-robed man and shouted.
No one knew the name of the white-robed man, nor did they know his background. They only knew that the white-robed man killed people when he drew his sword. Regardless of whether he was righteous or evil, as long as he drew his sword, he would kill. Therefore, he became a madman who killed people like flies in the eyes of the people in the martial world!
As he did not know his name, he gave the white-robed man an extremely vulgar and unpleasant name…Killing God!
Of course, many people in the pugilistic world called him the White-Robed Killing God because he always wore white. There were also many chivalrous women who admired him and called him the White-Robed Young Master because of his extraordinary temperament and handsome face.
Although he killed people like flies, he did not kill the innocent!
There were even fewer people who could make him draw his sword because he only drew his sword to kill. He only learned the sword to kill!
Since he had drawn his sword, he should kill. Since he had killed, he would not show mercy!
He had terrified the people of the martial arts world and made them retreat when they saw him. It was as if they had seen a demon. Even now, many martial arts world people would subconsciously tremble when they saw the person in white.
Of course, there was no shortage of greedy and foolish people in the world.
Some coveted the martial arts that the man in white had learned, and some wanted to kill him to achieve fame.
Some for fame, some for profit.
For example, the surrounding Jiang Hu grass.
"Enforcing justice on behalf of the heavens? What kind of heavens were they protecting? What kind of path did he walk? You guys... What qualifications did he have…Enforcing justice on behalf of the heavens?" The white-robed man's eyes remained indifferent as he spoke.
His magnetic yet extremely cold voice, devoid of any emotion, sent chills down the spines of many of the surrounding Jianghu people.
Gulp.
Many of the ruffians in the pugilistic world could not help but swallow their saliva. They already had some thoughts of retreating. After all, the white-robed man in front of them was the famous God of Killing who killed people like flies!
There were countless martial arts masters buried under his sword. It was even rumored that this white-robed killer had fought with one of the Five Uniques in the world, the Eastern Evil Medicine Master Huang.
Although he didn't use his sword, he still defeated Master Huang!
Although this was a rumor, it was not without reason. No one dared to verify the authenticity of this rumor. One was the strange Eastern Evil, and the other was even more evil than Eastern Evil. He was the God of Killing who killed people with his sword!
At this moment, a blood-red light flashed in the white-robed man's deep eyes. The surrounding grass in the pugilistic world became different in his eyes.
He saw that there was a faint blood-red light on the bodies of those people. This blood-red light was karma!
Karma could be divided into good and evil. Good karma could also be called merit, while evil karma was karma.
Merits were golden in color, while Karma was blood-red. The deeper the Karma, the deeper the blood-red!
Karma was generated when one did something that angered the heavens and angered the people. To put it simply, killing someone would also generate Karma!
However, who in the martial arts world did not have one or two lives on their hands? This was normal.
Doing meritorious deeds could offset negative karma, but doing good deeds did not mean that one would receive meritorious deeds. How could meritorious deeds be so easy to obtain?
Moreover, whether it was virtue or karma, it could not represent good or evil. It could only represent karma!
In the eyes of the white-robed man, the dozens of people in the pugilistic world all had Karma. It was just a matter of how much Karma they had.
The white-robed man's eyes flashed with a blood-red light again. This time, he could see the exact Karma Points on these people!
The leader of the group had a Karma value of 359 and had killed at least dozens of people!
As for the rest of the people in the martial world, their Karma was generally around 100 to 200. Those who did not have more than 300 Karma had more or less killed people.
After all, as long as you didn't kill anyone, or if you didn't borrow someone's hand to kill someone, other than people dying because of you, your Karma would be relatively small. Karma didn't care if you were good or evil. As long as you did something that angered the heavens and people, as long as you killed someone, then you would be plagued by Karma!
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