As soon as the voice fell, the night had arrived, and the sword arm slashed towards Garuda's face, the sword light was as cold as ice!
Shen Jue leaned on the knife and leaned against Che Shi and slowly sat down. He had become a bloody man, and the wounds on his body were rushing to bleed. Shen Wenxing dragged out the bandages and gold sore medicine from the carriage, and Mingyue and Mingyue helped him bandage the wound. There were not a few Tiqi left, and they all surrounded Shen Jue. Looking up at the killing field, Garuda and Zhaoye slashed and slashed in the moonlight. The ghostly girl and man kept changing positions, and the silver light from the blade almost cut through the night.
Looking at Xia Houlin again, the guy was running in the killing field like a headless fly, followed by a dozen assassins.
"Geld, what are you running! Fight us!" the assassin growled.
Xiahou Lin turned a deaf ear and dragged the assassin around Garuda and Zhaoye in circles. His speed is extremely fast, as light as a vigorous civet cat, and no one can keep up with his pace.
Shen Wenxing looked puzzled and said, "What is he doing?"
Shen Jue followed Xia Houlin's figure and said in a low voice, "He is setting up the formation, keep your eyes open and look at the ground carefully."
Shen Wenxing rubbed his eyes hurriedly. Under the moonlight, there were corpses lying all over the mountain road, and the blood reflected a gorgeous light. In the gap between the corpse and the blood, there is another luster faintly flowing, this luster criss-crosses the ground like spider silk all over the ground, hiding the murderous intent that penetrates the bone marrow. Shen Wenxing's eyes widened, and an answer was about to come out of his mouth.
Shen Jue said, "In those days, he used this move to kill Xingzhi."
Shen Wenxing looked at the center of the killing field, and Zhao Ye was pulling Garuda slowly toward the center of the crouching wire mesh.
"Now he's going to use the same trick," Shen Jue said word by word, "Kill Garuda!"
The light of the knife splashed everywhere, and it was as cold as frost and snow! Zhao Ye slashed a thunderous blow, and Garuda raised his sword to block the slash. The man and the puppet were knife-to-knife, face-to-face, the puppet was expressionless, and the darkness in the dark eye holes made people feel even more cold and piercing. This puppet was made of fine steel smelted from meteoric iron. It was invulnerable to swords and spears, and Garuda's sword could not hurt it. He breathed heavily while holding the knife, and there were several strong winds passing by, that was Xia Houlin dragging the assassin to fly.
He fought with the puppet, the steel puppet was extremely powerful, his knife trembled during the wrestling, and the blade swayed endlessly on the ground reflecting the cold moonlight. The pulling machine wire trembled suddenly, Zhaoye suddenly loosened his strength, his knife was on top of Zhaoye's head, and the next moment, he heard the sound of the blade breaking the wind from below, as if a poisonous snake suddenly appeared from the darkness, Spitting poisonous letters.
He was startled and quickly backed away. The moment he stepped back, he saw the knife hidden under Zhaoye's leg. The part that was originally a woman's calf was replaced by a short knife, and the skirt covered Zhaoye's calf. No one noticed that it was hidden under the skirt. Murder. Now it shows off the skirt as Zhaoye bends his knees, and a cold and brilliant light flows under the moon.
Dodging too slowly, the blade cut a dripping wound on his chest. The pain stimulated his nerves, and he looked down to see the blood dripping into his palm.
At the same time, Shen Jue said softly, "I've entered the circle."
Shen Wenxing was startled and clenched his teeth. Mingyue hugged Sister Yu tightly, not daring to see the tragic separation of flesh and blood that followed.
Xia Houlin jumped back and landed in front of Shen Jue, "Young master, are you alright."
"No problem." Shen Jue said.
"A coward who is holding his head and running around," the assassins sneered, "Is this kind of virtuous dog in the East Factory?"
Xia Houlin smiled lowly and said to Shen Jue behind him, "Master, can you watch the fireworks please?"
Shen Jue glanced at him, and said, "Stop talking."
Xia Houlin let out a laugh and clenched his fists. All the pulling wires vibrated and buzzed in an instant. The invisible wire mesh rose from the ground, and the delicate silver light flashed alternately, covering all the assassins. It was a net of heaven and earth that they could not get out of their whole lives. The assassins stared at the murderous silk around them in shock, and their fear was like an ice-cold snake swimming all over their bodies.
No one can survive from such a net of heaven and earth. This is a stunt that Xia Houlin cannot replicate—
"The Silk Array, Hundred Ghosts and Fireworks Killing." Xia Houlu whispered, "Everyone, go all the way."
Xia Houlin tightened the thread and clenched his fists in front of his chest. The murderous threads silently swam and tightened in the air, as if a huge cage was shrinking in an instant. The assassins were torn apart one by one, and the blood exploded with a puff of blood. At a glance, it was as if countless gorgeous fireworks were quietly blooming in the darkness. The silver thread was stained red with blood, and blood droplets flowed rapidly along the thread. The cage was finally closed to the center, and the silent assassin's eyes in the center reflected the dark red silk grid, like a blooming flower.
The screams of the assassins resounded through the mountain road, and the sound of silk threads cutting into flesh and bones was sticky and cold. Xia Houlin breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to see the wound on Shen Jue's body.
Suddenly, the silk thread on the ten fingers suddenly loosened, and a brilliant knife light exploded in the middle of the silk screen.
He turned around, his eyes narrowing suddenly.
At the moment when the silk screen shrunk to the very center, Garuda fired his sword. The dense light of the knife sputtered in his hands, and they rose in succession, like frost and snow flying in the air. Garuda's whole body was enveloped by the light of the sword like snow. The thread of the pulling machine was broken one by one under his sword. The last knife fell, and Garuda stood still in the middle, and the broken threads of the machine fell on his shoulders like snowflakes, covering his body like frost and snow.
No one could have imagined that Garuda's knife could be so fast that he cut all the pulling wires with the sharp knife. His speed surpassed the speed at which the pulling wire was shrunk, and the speed gave his knife an extremely sharp edge. The pulling wire was like a fine hair under his knife, and it fell apart in a blink of an eye.
For the first time, Xia Houlin felt terror in this battle. The man stood in the sea of corpses and blood, silent but as powerful as an Asura evil spirit. Now that he has lost the thread, he must beat him with a knife!
Shen Jue stood up with difficulty, leaning on the knife, "I'm with you."
"Sit down," Xia Houlin pulled out the Busheng lotus behind his waist, the black knife slipped out of the scabbard silently, and a Buddha lotus bloomed quietly on the knife's edge, "I can't even protect my daughter-in-law, what kind of man am I? "
"I'm your husband." Shen Jue grabbed the front of his shirt.
"I don't care, it's my daughter-in-law." Xia Houlin turned around and pulled out the front of his shirt, "Honey, wait for me here."
Xiao Sheng whimpered in the forest, Xia Houlin stepped on the blood and moonlight and walked to the opposite side of the assassin.
"Hey, have you ever seen a man named Chiyan? His knife is slower than yours." Xiahou Rin asked.
Garuda ignored him and looked up at the moon in the sky, "Is Shen Jue important to you?"
Xia Houlin was stunned for a moment and replied, "Well, it's more important than life."
"Then beat me," Garuda retracted his gaze, held the knife in both hands, and crouched down deeply, "I take my life as a bet!"
Xia Houlin threw the knife belt on the ground, holding Bu Shenglian and facing Garuda, the mesmerizing moonlight poured into the black knife, and there was an indescribable coldness.
"Please!"
In the quiet night, the two of them brazenly wrestled, like two fierce wolves fighting each other. Their bite was swift and rapid, the light of the sword flashed under the moon, and the robes shattered into pieces in the dislocation. No one could clearly see the stance of their knives, only the light of the knives was flying like frost.
Only Xiahou Lin knew how powerful the enemy was. The fast wheel slash consumed all his strength, his speed was gradually slowing down, while Garuda's speed was accelerating! In the snow-white light of the sword, Garuda's shadow suddenly turned into a blur of blackness. At the same time, he heard Garuda's cry, and the long sword pressed down on his head with the might of thunder. At that moment, he finally lost his rhythm, and his steps suddenly stagnated, and Bu Shenglian was able to hold Garuda's blade.
However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Garuda suddenly appeared behind him in the next moment, holding the hilt of the knife and smashing it in the back of his heart.
Like a thunderbolt, the pain spread all over his back, and he fell to the ground, the taste of blood and sweetness in his mouth.
"Qianjisi can kill the abbot, but not me." Garuda looked down at him, his white porcelain mask indifferent, "You are too weak."
Xia Houlin struggled to stand up, and Garuda struck again in the head. The two knives collided, and Bu Shenglian let out a shrill beep, as if a patient was screaming for death.
"Are you so weak without the machine thread?" Garuda said, "Too weak, you will die, and the people you protect will also die, and you are not worthy of a fight with me."
Garuda strikes again! As if tens of thousands of ghosts gnawed at the blade, Xia Houlin lost the strength and rhythm of his counterattack, and retreated step by step in his slash. The power of this terrifying assassin is as majestic as a mountain. At this moment, he is a fierce wolf who grinds his teeth and sucks blood, while Xiahou Lin is just a dying beast.
To lose, to lose! Xiahou Lin had nothing to do, their powers were so disparate, it was like a world apart. The power of this man is like a ghost, how can a mortal win over a ghost!
Garuda had to slash again, and the cold long sword drew a line under the moon, the tip of the sword was as cold as frost.
"Stop!" A sharp shout suddenly sounded behind him, Garuda turned around and saw Shen Jue stand up and limped forward. Shen Jue gritted his teeth and said, "I'll fight you!"
"Supervisor!" Tiqi protected him in front of him.
Garuda looked at him from a distance, then suddenly turned around and walked towards him.
"Hey..." Xia Houlin spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, wiped his mouth and stood up, "Your enemy is me, I will not lose, and I will not die," Xia Houlin resumed his attacking stance, his eyes beside the black knife sharp. It seems to be able to chop everything, "Let's come again!"
At that moment, he seemed to have returned to the years when he was on the top of the black-faced Buddha many years ago, lying down again and again, getting up again and again, and yelling "come again" again and again. Thick calluses formed on his hands from the sharpening of the handle, and his body was covered in scars from the beating. A silent assassin stood in front of him in the blizzard, staring at him with eyes as silent as ancient mirrors, sending a powerful knife in the mournful wind.
Time seems to be a circle, flowing and returning to the same place.
He suddenly remembered what the assassin said to him many years ago under the blue sky - "Don't worry about Xiaolin, if your knife can cut through the night, then it is invincible."
Garuda stopped and turned his head, the young man who had no power to fight back in his hands suddenly changed, something turbulent rekindled in Xia Houlin's body. Garuda clenched his sword tightly, squatted down slightly, and said in a low voice, "Galan Sabre, slashing with one heart."
Xia Houlin also crouched down, with the black knife across his chest, "Jalan knife, slash against the word with one heart."
The two of them started to fight at the same time, the torn sleeves carried the whistling night wind, and the roaring Xiao sound flowed mournfully among them. They were like two moths, flying silently in the night sky.
If the blade in the hand is wielded by love, can it be able to cut through the deepest night, and from then on, the ice and fire are invincible and invincible
In the darkness like pig iron, the two people crossed a line, and the whistling sound of the blade cutting the wind came to an abrupt end. Shen Jue and the others saw two black shadows standing opposite each other, as silent as two reefs. In the silence, people heard a "click" sound, something cracked. The mask on Garuda's face suddenly shattered in two and fell to the ground, torn apart.
With broken hair flying, people finally saw the face hidden behind the mask. He has a pair of big black eyes, a straight nose and thin lips, and there is a little fluorescent light on his right ear, which shines slightly in the dark.
"Hey, I'm tired," Xia Houlin turned around with the knife on his back, "I'm good enough now."
"reluctantly."
"Your uncle, you are so cruel, you almost thought you were going to kill me." Xia Houlin rubbed his shoulders and complained.
Chi Yan reached out and rubbed his back, Xia Houlin screamed in pain.
Shen Jue sighed, "Don't talk nonsense, they came out."
In the mist in the forest, eight black-clad and porcelain-faced assassins walked out slowly, like ghosts in the night showing their true bodies.
Shen Wenxing was still in the dark and confused, "This... what's going on? He's tired!? Also, why is there another wave of assassins?"
"Didn't you notice Xiao Sheng stopped?" Shen Jue said lightly, "They are sheaths, but now they are knives."
Xia Houlin and Chi Yan walked towards the assassins from left to right, and it was only then that people realized that under the moonlight, the two of them had exactly the same backs, the same tall and slender, and the same fierce as wolves. They moved forward slowly with a consistent pace, the black knife and the moment were curved arcs under the moon, flowing with a strange luster, like a woman's beautiful eyebrows.
Xia Houlin licked his teeth, blood in his eyes, "Our brothers send you all... Blissful life!"