In the moonlight, the assassins danced like a group of demons, and the strongest demon in the center drew a long bloodline, pointing directly at Shen Jue! All of Tiqi's defenses were defeated, and Tiqi, who was fighting with other assassins, wanted to withdraw to help, but was blocked by more assassins. There were only twenty paces left between Shen Jue and Garuda, and there were only Shen Wenxing and Mingyue's mother and son beside him, and he was alone and helpless!
"Godfather!" Shen Wenxing's voice trembled as he tightly grasped Shen Jue's shirt. Mingyue closed her eyes and held Sister Yu in her arms.
"Shen Wenxing, are you a man?" Shen Jue said.
Shen Wenxing was stunned for a moment, then stammered: "Dad... I, am I a man, don't you know?"
"It's a man, just pick up the knife on the ground and protect the woman behind you." Shen Jue glanced at him lightly, "Before you die, you have to be a real man."
"Godfather..." Shen Wenxing let go of Shen Jue's clothes in a daze, the sound of fighting was in his ears, he suddenly came back to his senses, picked up a goose ling knife on the ground and held it in his hand, and shouted with a trembling voice, " Damn it, today, my lord, I'm fighting!"
"very good."
Shen Jue walked forward with the knife in hand. In front of him, Garuda approached rapidly with the knife in his hand, and his soap boots stomped on the ground, splashing countless drops of blood. Shen Jue closed his eyes and let out a long breath in the tidal wave of killing. He hadn't experienced such a fight face to face for a long time. He was in a high position, and he never needed to kill himself. Jingtie stayed out of the sheath for a long time, almost covering his hands with dust.
He wanted to know why Xiahou Pei gave him Jingtie in the first place. He heard that an assassin can only take one knife from the Jialan knife furnace in his life, and Xiahou Pei gave him the only knife that Xiahou Rin had.
Holding the icy handle of the knife tightly, the long-standing memory came back in an instant, and he once again felt Jing Tie's heartbeat, which merged with his heartbeat. As if it was an illusion, the sharp pain in his fingers was relieving, and his hand seemed to merge with the static iron in an instant.
It turns out that this knife has always belonged to him!
He suddenly opened his eyes, and at this moment Garuda's sword was already close at hand! The blade of this extremely powerful assassin is like thunder, swift and violent like electric light, destroying everything. No one can survive under such a fast knife, Shen Wenxing next to Che Shi held his breath, his heart forgot to beat.
Shen Jue was short, at this moment he was like a dormant beast, the silver blade swiped across his hair, the flying long hair was cut off, and it fell lightly in front of his eyes.
He escaped!
Shen Wenxing almost screamed, but Shen Jue escaped Garuda's almost sure-to-kill knife. Shen Jue quickly turned around and swung the knife, the place where Jing Tie passed was cold and windy, as if snow-white frost bloomed. His speed is indeed not as good as Garuda, but he has already judged Garuda's sword power. Every time Garuda swung his sword, he aimed at the enemy's vital spot. He beheaded fifteen chariots, ten of whom were slashed by the throat. Shen Jue made preparations before he met Garuda. He could not see Garuda swinging his sword, but Garuda must be swinging his sword at the moment of the encounter!
And the moment after the first strike was flashed, it was the best time for Shen Jue to counterattack!
With a loud bang, the expected sound of the blade cutting through the flesh did not appear, and the short knife in the assassin's left hand was behind the back, blocking Shen Jue's fatal blow.
"Although your swordsmanship is very poor," the assassin whispered, "but you are stronger than I thought."
Shen Jue: "..."
"I don't have much time," Garuda threw away the short knife and held it in both hands, "I'm sorry."
In an instant, Shen Jue heard the sound of the blade breaking into the wind, as if thousands of ghosts roared at the same time, the distorted light of the sword flashed before his eyes, like a thunderbolt on the sky, he gritted his teeth and raised the sword to block in front of him, but he was not fast enough , Garuda passed him by mistake, and a long and narrow blood opening appeared on his arm. The assassin turned into a ghost in the blink of an eye, and he couldn't see anything but a hazy shadow. The ghosts kept staggering with him, and every time they brushed it, there was bound to be a bloody mouth.
At that moment, Shen Jue finally felt the difference. It turned out that the disparity in swordsmanship, no amount of ingenuity could make up for it. He was completely captured by Garuda, like an evil spirit on his body, unable to escape and unable to escape. In the blink of an eye, Garuda slashed seven daggers on him, all over his torso and thighs, and his trail was wet and soaked in blood.
After Garuda ended the slashing, his prey was powerless to fight back, and the blood took away Shen Jue's strength. Even if Garuda didn't strike, he would die from excessive blood loss.
But Garuda still had to cut off his head and bring it to Duan Jiu, and he would execute Shen Jue. There was no suspense in this battle.
Garuda raised the sword indifferently. Under the moonlight, the sword was a cold line, as if it could separate Yin and Yang. Shen Jue raised his eyes with difficulty, and the long knife was condensed in his eyes, gathering a little silver light.
Is he going to die? The night wind blew through his hair, breathing coldly in his ears like black and white impermanence. He was indeed about to die, and this death came so suddenly, yet within reach. The piercing blade was approaching, and the silver light expanded into white. In a trance, he suddenly recalled a lot of past events. Xia Houlin, who was sitting in front of the threshold with a lantern, and Xia Houlin, who grinned and drank bitter medicine, made a small orchid for him. The Xiahou Lin, and many, many years ago, the Xiahou Lin who struggled to climb back to the Qiuwu Courtyard with his back in the snow.
In the snowstorm, the twelve-year-old Xiahou Lin roared, "Young master, don't die!"
The boundless white snow spreads out under their feet. In the snow-white world, they are two lonely and small shadows, embracing each other in the boundless world.
The shrill call echoed in his ears, and he suddenly raised the knife.
He still has an idiot waiting for him to go home. He knelt down for more than ten miles to pray to God and worship Buddha. He still has to go home to see if he has recovered. How could he die
Shen Jue stood up suddenly, this weak and sick man in the eyes of others dragged the scars all over his body to avoid Garuda's execution, there was no expression on his face, only the pursed lips betrayed his stubbornness. stubbornness. Jing Tie broke through the wind after deflecting Garuda's slash, the dark blade restrained all the brilliance, and walked through a bleak straight line.
The two passed by, and a blood hole appeared on the side of Garuda's sleeve, and the warm blood slid across the skin.
He lowered his head and touched the blood on the side of his sleeve, suddenly a little dumbfounded.
Very few people can fight back under his knife, and he hasn't suffered such a knife wound in a long time.
"I take back what I just said, you are very strong." Garuda said.
Shen Jue was panting heavily, the blow just now had exhausted all his strength. Finally, Tiqi got out and came back to help, blocking in front of Shen Jue.
"I will give due respect to the strong, so I will do my best for the next knife." Garuda crouched down slightly, with the horizontal knife in front.
Shen Wenxing on the side widened his eyes, what nonsense is that assassin talking about? The next step is to do his best, is the sword just now not his real strength
"Galan Sabre, Inverse Word, One Heart Slash, the best." Garuda said in a low voice.
The dreary moonlight flowed on his blade, and the eyes under the mask were hidden behind the blade, dark and deep, as if there were ten thousand points of fluorescent light. The momentum of the assassin's whole body changed in an instant, as if a powerful demon stood up behind him. All the Tiqi backed away in horror. They had also fought against many assassins and had seen the ferocity of the Garan Knife, but only at this moment did they realize that they had never seen the real Garan Knife.
The real kalan knife is the demon's knife.
Garuda stepped forward, rushing forward like a fierce wolf. His knife dragged the twisted electric light through the tortuous arc, Ti Qi was strangled the moment he approached, Shen Jue heard the sticky sound of the blade merging into the flesh and then leaving, the coldness seemed to soak through the bone marrow. The electric light crossed a line, and the demon saber finally walked in front of Shen Jue. Garuda held the saber in both hands and pressed it down like a thunderbolt. In an instant, the saber gasified and sank like a giant mountain!
Shen Jue's field of vision was blank in such a beautiful sword stance.
"Zheng-"
The blade hanging above his head did not fall, and the sound of Xiao in the forest came from the night wind, flowing quietly. The vision gradually became clear, Shen Jue saw a young girl standing in front of him, black hair and black clothes, wide sleeves slipped under the elbow with the raised arm, but the exposed arm was not the woman's lustrous skin, but a cold light. of two blades.
Someone named the girl for him, "It's Zhaoye!"
There was something in the darkness that flashed through the air with a frigid silver light, a very thin trace. Shen Jue raised his head along the silk thread. A dark figure hung upside down on the branch of the old pine tree across the air, looking down at all the assassins below. His appearance was so terrifying, like an upside-down bat, everyone was startled.
"Who is it!" the assassins whispered, "How could he control Zhaoye and pull the wire!"
"I heard that Shen Jue confiscated a lot of his stuff when he chased down that traitor," Mohuluojia said, "It seems that Shen Jue has recovered his silk-drawing skills and puppet skills."
Garuda stepped back and said in a low voice, "Really?"
"Hey, over there." The figure on the tree spoke.
Garuda raised his head and looked at him quietly.
"Yes, it's you." Under the shadow of the moon, there was a clear blood in the man's eyes, "You caused the wounds on my head and body?"
"It's not on the head." Garuda was honest.
Xia Houlin fell from the tree to the ground and walked towards him step by step, "It's right on your head. Gui'er, if you dare to touch Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu won't cut your Lao Tzu's name today and write it upside down."
"Are you Shen Rin?" Garuda didn't move, "Which Ran is Rin? What was your name before you changed your name?"
Xia Houlin smiled, with a wolf-like ruthlessness in his smile. He stretched out his five fingers and pulled it sharply, the invisible silk thread trembled violently in the air, and the leaves were flying like rain. Zhao Ye suddenly raised his head and ran towards Garuda.
"My name is," Xia Houlin said, "Your uncle."