"Qyejialan Xiahoulin, send Liu Zhuangzhu to live in bliss."
As soon as the words fell, the young girl swallowed up like a swallow, her broad sleeves were flying, and the cold sword light flashed through the eyes of the disciples. The girl landed steadily on the ground, and the knife arm quickly slid between the throats of the two disciples beside her. In an instant, blood gushed like a spring, as if a beautiful flower bloomed in the darkness.
In the dark night, a hoarse male voice was counting down: "Eight."
The remaining eight disciples swarmed up and pulled out Qi's saber from their waists, like a stream of water gushing out. Three sabers slashed at Zhaoye’s shoulder at the same time, and the sound of gold and iron slamming crisply sounded, as if the lute was moving, everyone was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, Zhaoye’s knife arm had arrived, blood splashed, and the three’s arms Chopped by Qi Qi.
The male voice continued to count: "Five."
"Zhuangzhu! It's... it's not a human being!" The five disciples retreated in unison, their faces terrified.
"Organization puppet." Liu Guizang got out of the carriage and stood on the wheel of the carriage, his only remaining eye narrowed slightly, "Don't be afraid, sons, chop off its joints and break its arms!"
"Yes!"
The three disciples approached face to face, and the two disciples attacked Zhaoye's two wings from the left and the right, and Zhaoye squatted slightly, like a drawn bow. Approaching, approaching, the three people in front were only five steps away, and Zhao Ye suddenly launched, like an unstoppable arrow piercing the dark night, straight towards the enemy's door. However, at the moment when they raised the knife, Zhaoye suddenly bent his knees and squatted, as if kneeling, and passed through the two of them, at the same time just avoiding the sharp light of the knife above his head.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and Liu Guizang saw the upper and lower bodies of the two people passing by Zhao Ye's body slowly separating, their legs still upright, their upper bodies had slowly slipped, and they fell to the ground like rags and sacks.
In the darkness, the man chuckled: "Three."
The cold and frosty hair grows from the bottom of his heart. Liu Guizang suddenly realized that the sad and angry boy four years ago had grown into a gloomy and bloodthirsty ghost, lurking somewhere in this dark night, grinding his teeth and sucking blood.
One person slashed Zhaoye's joint, but Zhaoye's curved arm clamped the man's saber, and the other knife arm pierced through his belly. He kept retreating, his belly was almost smashed into mud, Zhao Ye stepped on his backward steps and advanced, then released the knife arm, turned around and waved the knife, and the disciples behind him who were preparing to attack were divided into two.
"one."
In the end, the man trembled and clenched the long knife in his hand, like a frozen bird shivering in the cold wind. He stared at Zhao Ye Linglong's back, his teeth rattling. Zhao Ye turned his head and seemed to glance at him. She only had dark eye holes and no eyes at all, but he seemed to feel her icy gaze, as cold as frost in winter.
Zhao Ye didn't walk towards him, but walked towards Liu Guizang on the carriage, he breathed a sigh of relief. However, the next moment, Zhao Ye raised his left arm, and a short black arrow shot out of his sleeve hole. He felt a pain in the middle of his forehead, and hot blood was left along the bridge of his nose. He let go of the knife and fell to the ground.
"What a puppet of an agency," Liu Guizang applauded and praised, "Since the Tang Sect retreated from the world eighteen years ago and thanked guests behind closed doors, I haven't seen such an exquisite puppet for a long time."
Zhao Ye didn't speak, he hung his head and stood silently among the corpses. Black clouds piled up in the air, and the wind was blowing violently, tearing her robes with a whimper. A few drops of bright red blood were splattered on the bisque porcelain mask, and the beautiful red plums on the white rice paper.
"Son of Garuda, you have been shrinking for four years. I thought you would not dare to challenge me again. It turns out that you have refined such weapons to deal with me." Liu Guizang got out of the car. He wears a three-foot-long, narrow-bodied long sword, which is different from his disciple's Qi's saber. His blade is slightly curved, like a thin crescent moon.
That's a Japanese sword.
The corners of Liu Guizang's lips slowly curved up in a mocking arc, "But, do you know why the Tang Sect wanted to retreat from the mountains?"
He put the black hilt in his right hand, raised his eyes, and the fierceness of a tiger and wolf flashed past.
"Because of the sorcery of the organs, the ultimate enemy of swordsmanship is the right way!"
Zhao Ye stomped on the ground and ran towards Liu Guizang. The sound of steel hitting the ground was like a heavy snare drum, and while the skirt was flying, Liu Guizang saw Zhao Ye's straight legs flowing with dark light. She was clearly silent, but at that moment, Liu Guizang seemed to hear the shrill roar of the puppet woman.
At the moment when the two met, the light of the sword suddenly splashed like snow, and the Japanese sword drew out its scabbard and drew a crescent-like arc.
The two stood opposite each other, and with a click, Zhao Ye's knife arm was broken in half.
At the end of Dongchengmen Street, in a storefront facing the street, Tang Shiqi and Shuqing squatted in front of the glued paper on the window lattice, and ten galan dark piles were squeezed behind them. Everyone was shocked when they saw Zhaoye's knife arm being cut off.
"The planned blow was missed, and it's time for Brother Shi to retreat." Shu Qing said in a low voice.
"Do you think that stubborn donkey will withdraw?" Tang Shiqi curled his lips and said, "It's okay, listen to my instructions later, if the momentum is not right, I count three, and we will rush out to save people."
The dark piles nodded.
The storm was dark, and there was a rumbling sound of thunder in the distance, as if a carriage was galloping in the sky. Liu Guizang held the knife and looked around, Zhao Ye had become a puppet that didn't move. Upon closer inspection, her head and shoulders were covered with thin threads, like transparent frost flowers, flickering and flickering. Reflects a faint cold light.
Liu Guizang shouted: "Xiahou Rin, have you escaped? Why, are you going to be a tortoise again!?"
He didn't see a black figure hanging slowly and silently from the archway above his head, like a spider hanging on a silk thread. Liu Guizang was still looking around. There was no one at both ends of the long street, only the corpse lying on the ground and the unconscious puppet, dead silent.
Suddenly, something flashed in his eyes, and Liu Guizang's intuition of fighting for many years made Liu Guizang react quickly. The black shadow owl bird rolled down from the air, and Liu Guizang saw a face that resembled Garuda.
Liu Guizang's heart jumped, and at that moment, he almost mistakenly thought that the demon-like woman from that year had come back to life.
"Xiahou Lin, are you not afraid to show your face?" Liu Guizang sneered.
"Because it was me Xia Houlin who killed you, not the Galan assassin!" Xia Houlin landed a blow, and the two knives let out an overwhelmed low-pitched cry at the same time, and the two retreated at the same time.
Lightning flashed and thunderous, pouring rain poured down, rain arrows scrambled to merge into the pitch-black earth, the water quickly overflowed, and did not cover the soles of the shoes. The rain soaked the corpse, and blood poured into the ditches. Xia Houlin pulled out a short two-foot-long blade from his waist with his left hand. The raindrops crackled on the short blade, and every drop of water reflected Xiahou's cold face.
Liu Guizang put the knife into the sheath, holding the sheath in his left hand and hiding behind him, and placing his right hand on the handle of the knife. He was going to use the sword-drawing technique of the Japanese sword. The extreme angle and the rapid force of the sword were enough to break Xia Houlin in half.
The rain poured like a flood, as if the sky was about to fall, and there were thousands of rain curtains between the two of them.
In an instant, the two finished breathing at the same time, launched at the same time, and began to hedge at the same time! Rain and blood splashed on the soles of their feet, and the two met after a breath. Liu Guizang quickly drew his sword, as if lightning flashed across the sky in an instant. However, at this moment, Xia Houlin suddenly squatted down, just like before Zhaoye, the backhand knife in his left hand cut to Liu Guizang's calf, Liu Guizang jumped up, the knife reversed inconceivably, and slashed towards Xia Houlin's back. back.
The expected blood splatter did not happen, the fragile fabric cracked, and the tip of the knife slashed through the chainmail, bringing out a series of sparks. Xiahou turned over abruptly, and the two knives met in the air. In an instant, the light of the knives was like rolling snow, spreading out densely, like a giant net, covering the two of them. Xia Houlin's blade is getting faster and faster, like a storm, the left hand has not fallen and the right hand has arrived! Liu Guizang gasped for breath, and inexplicably found that he could barely keep up with Xia Houlin's mad knife.
In the end, Xiahou spun up, his clothes fluttered like a butterfly wing, he abandoned the knife in his left hand, and pressed all his strength to his right hand. 's cut.
Galan knife · Zhanyue.
Liu Guizang took the knife hard, and the tremor spread through the blade, from the palm of the hand to the limbs, as if an ice snake roamed the body. The tiger's mouth was in severe pain, Liu Guizang looked down and saw that the tiger's mouth had broken.
how can that be! Liu Guizang looked at Xiahou Lin in disbelief, and said dumbly, "How is this possible? How can you defeat me!"
The assassin exhaled icy breaths, hissing like a snake letter, with a vicious smile on his face, and bloodthirsty ruthlessness filled his eyes.
"Because I've been slashing for four years!" Xiahou Rin slashed again with his sword, and Liu Guizang staggered back, "I searched for hundreds of sword techniques, and finally broke your Qi family sword. And this fatal cut, your grandfather Me!" Xia Houlin shouted, "I practiced 29,200 times!"
Twenty-nine thousand two hundred times! How can you not win! He knew how to restrain Qi's swordsmanship every time. The Chaotian sword is used as a left evasion, the tibia-slicing technique is used as a jump, and the left lift is used as a horizontal sword to resist... And Zhanyue, he practiced twenty times a day for four years!
In an instant, Liu Guizang seemed to see that Xia Houlin's eyes overlapped with the eyes of the demon in his impression. He suddenly had a strange idea that Xia Houlin was Garuda, and he climbed out of the tomb to avenge himself. ! In an instant, he saw two extremely powerful assassins evoking a sinister smile at the same time, and then whispered: "Liu Guizang, go to hell!"
"Brother Seventeen, is Brother Shi going to win!" The scholar stared at the street and said excitedly.
Tang Shiqi frowned and said: "It's time for a cup of tea now, if you don't hurry, the officers and soldiers will come. Your brother is still entangled there! No, listen to my order, I count three, let's rush out to help Give him a hand!"
All the dark piles held the handle of the knife and gathered in front of the door.
Tang Shiqi stared at the darkness of the night. The two of them kept colliding and then separated on the street. The swords of the two created a circular field, as if even rain could not enter.
He whispered, "One."
In the night sky, thunder and lightning are accumulating, and light flashes from time to time in the dark clouds, as if a dragon is walking through the clouds.
"Two." As soon as the voice fell, a centipede-like lightning ripped apart the night sky. The sky seemed to be cracked with a big hole. The sky light broke into the night, and the world was white for a moment.
Just as "three" was about to blurt out, Tang Shiqi bit his tongue and swallowed the last number back to his stomach.
He waved his book away, leaned in front of the window paper and stared at the street for a moment. Lightning streaks across the night sky again, this time, Tang Shiqi can see clearly, on both sides of the street, on the shadows of the eaves, there are a row of shadows of human heads clustered together, like vines on a tree.
Shu Qing asked Tang Shiqi doubtfully, "What's wrong? Why don't you count?"
Tang Shiqi murmured: "It's over, it's a trap." He grabbed the collar of Shuqing, and Shuqing saw the candlelight-like fright in his eyes, "This motherfucker is a trap!"
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It was pouring rain, and the night was as dark as a huge iron prison.
In the thick rain and fog, Shen Jue staggered around, he seemed to have lost his way and could not find his way home. In a trance, he saw a tall black figure in front of him, standing with a knife, silent.
Shen Jue walked over with a shallow foot, the fog gradually dissipated, and he saw a headless figure standing in front of him. He stepped forward in surprise, suddenly stepped on a stone under his feet, looked down and saw Xia Houlin's head lying beside his feet.
Shen Jue woke up suddenly, reached out to touch, and was already in a cold sweat.
When I opened the tent, the room was pitch-dark, with a little light penetrating through the window paper, I could see a few dark lacquer cases, tables and chairs made of water-milled nanmu, and a bunch of unknown flowers were inserted into the cloisonne square bottle two feet high on the ground. It's already withered, the petals are shrunken and yellow, and a few flowers have fallen on the carpet. It was raining and wind blowing outside the window lattice, and the roof tiles were cracked. Shen Jue pulled out the latch and pushed the window to see that the garden was full of flowers and mud.
Shen Jue summoned the servants, lit up the lantern, and took the carriage to Bie Zhuang on the west side of the capital. He didn't call Situ Jin or Shen Wenxing, and went with a few fans who were on duty in the Shen residence at night. Fang Cunzhen was sleeping soundly. Hearing that Shen Jue was coming, he hurriedly put on his shirt and tie his belt, put on his boots and rushed to the main hall.
"In the middle of the night, why did the Governor come here? If you have any instructions, you should call someone to come over and let him know, and the villain will come to the door and report back." Fang Cunzhen offered tea with a smile.
Shen Jue didn't answer, and asked with a cold face, "How is the medicine?"
"Qian'er just tried new medicines for two medicine practitioners, and she is still in a coma." Fang Cunzhen said hesitantly.
Shen Juesen smiled coldly: "Does that mean there is no progress?"
"That's not the case either. If the two of them can wake up, then..." Fang Cunzhen rubbed his hands together and forced a smile.
Shen Jue turned into the backyard and looked at the medicine man inside through the window screen of the wing room. The strong smell of medicine in the room came out through the hole in the window screen, and the medicine man lay upright on the bed, like a wooden puppet. Shen Jue laughed angrily, and the other party said honestly: "Our family should feed you for July and a half. It's May now, and there is still some time until July and a half. It's enough time for you to work hard to develop an antidote. Your own life. , you should be careful!"
"Professor, forgive me! Governor, forgive me!" Fang Cunzhen knelt on the ground and kowtowed vigorously, weeping bitterly, "The villain has been working so hard! This time the new medicine will definitely have results, please give me more time! !"
Shen Jue didn't answer, just stared coldly at the raindrops in front of the steps. The sound of rain, wind, and Fang Cunzhen's begging for mercy all seemed to be in another world. Shen Jue pursed her lips, and the headless figure appeared clearly in her mind again.
His heart was burning with irritability, if he had a knife in his hand, he would probably hack Fang Cunzhen.
"Master!" A fanzi ran in in the rain and handed a secret report wrapped in oil paper, "Urgent report from Liuzhou!"
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Liu Guizang's hands were dripping with blood, Xia Houlin slashed again, Liu Guizang was finally unable to support him, and fell into the rain. His beard was stained with mud and blood, and his only eye was fixed on Xia Houlin.
The rain ran down Xia Houlin's temples, outlining his stern silhouette. In the rain curtain, the black-clothed assassin raised the horizontal waves with both hands, and the rain gurgled down the tip of the knife.
"Go to hell, old bastard! … Ugh!"
The vest was bitten by a venomous snake, and it was painful. When the transverse wave stagnated, Liu Guizang seized the momentary opportunity, slashed the transverse wave with a knife, and the transverse wave came out of his hand, and swirls into a pile of goods on the street. Immediately afterwards, the calf also ached, Xia Houlin lowered his head and saw a short black arrow stuck in his leg.
He didn't look back, but quickly picked up a Qi's saber from the ground, turned around again and cut it down towards Liu Guizang. Three arrows flew out of the slanting thorns and pierced into Xia Houlin's right hand, one of which crossed his arm. Pain spread like wildfire, and sticky blood ran down his fingers.
Xia Houlin fell to the ground. He turned his head and saw the Liu family disciples densely packed on the roof, staring at him blankly.
Trap, it's a trap!
At the end of the street, Shu Qing shook Tang Shiqi with all his might, "Quick! Come and save my brother!"
Tang Shiqi roared: "Shut up! Do you fucking want us to die together?"
"Tang Seventeen!"
"Do you think I don't want to save him! Look at your own mother, how many disciples there are in the Liu family, and how many of us are there!" Tang Shiqi scratched at the window lattice, his fingertips turning blue, "Let it be your fate. Anyway, you Jialan's rules. Isn't that the case, the mortal won't be saved. Just look at the boss's fortune!" He closed his eyes and stopped looking.
"You are indeed very strong, Xiahou Lin." Liu Guizang stood in front of Xiahou Lin and said with a smile, "It was also such a heavy rain when your mother died."
Xia Houlin struggled to get up from the ground, picked up the knife again, and roared at Liu Guizang. Another arrow hit him in the calf, and he staggered into the muddy water, spattering the mud on his cheeks.
"I've waited for you for four years." Liu Guizang continued, "Do you think you chose the killing field on Dongchengmen Street? You are wrong, Xia Houlin, this is what I carefully prepared for you! Passing through here on the 15th, every month on the 15th day of the month, I am ambushing my disciples on the roof, waiting for this day! You really lived up to my expectations, you are finally here!"
The pain burned like a raging fire, and Xia Houlin was almost overwhelmed by the piercing pain. He gritted his teeth and stood up again and again and fell back to the ground again and again.
Why is this happening? Why is this happening? He dragged the knife and walked towards Liu Guizang step by step, his lungs were pulled like a worn bellows, and he was panting like an old cow. He's going to kill him! Must kill him!
However, there is no way. Every time Xia Houlin stood up, he would be beaten back severely. His head was smashed on the ground, blood dripping, and the wounds on his body screamed in pain one after another. He was like a fish on a chopping board, tumbling feebly.
Another arrow flew past and brushed his cheek. Liu Guizang picked up the scabbard on the ground and hit Xia Houlin's abdomen hard. Xia Houlin covered his mouth and fell back, blood oozing from his fingers.
"But I can't kill you now, you're still useful." Liu Guizang picked up the arrow that had just been shot in the air, "Take you to the platform of punishment and let the world know that I have captured Garuda's son, my reputation It will resound through the rivers and lakes once again, and that dirty scandal will be cleaned up. Xiahou Ran, your mother helped me to get the first seat in the rivers and lakes, and you helped me consolidate the supreme position of the martial arts, I am really grateful to you mother and son, ha Ha ha!"
Shut up, shut up! To kill him, kill him! This thought was like a brand, and it burned hot in Xia Houlin's mind. Xia Houlin glared at him with a wolf-like ruthlessness in his eyes.
"Liu Turtle, if you want to wash away your reputation as a turtle, stop dreaming!" Xia Houlin said fiercely.
Liu Guizang's face changed greatly, he knelt down on Xia Houlin's arm, thrust the arrow into Xia Houlin's left palm, and pinned his palm to the ground. Xia Houlin spasmed all over his body, and his facial features were almost twisted in pain, but he didn't cry out. Liu Guizang did not expect that he could not groan after being so badly injured, and blood flowed from the crevices of his mouth. It turned out that he had bitten his tongue.
"Waste, Xiahou Rin, do you think that you come to kill me to prove that you are not a wimp?" Liu Guizang stood up and sneered, "Look, you couldn't kill me four years ago, and you still can't kill me now. He turned his head and saw Zhao Ye next to the carriage, "What kind of puppet. You are just hiding behind women!"
"Shut up!" Xia Houlin gritted his teeth, raised his right hand, and pulled out the arrow on his left hand. The piercing pain almost made him faint, but instead of falling down, he struggled to stand up again. Drag the knife. He held the knife in both hands and clenched it slowly, the pain in his palm suddenly intensified, burning his nerves like a fire in the sky.
He dragged forward, and Liu Guizang looked at him with a knife. His legs trembled like dead leaves in the wind, as if they could be broken in the next moment, but he did not fall down after all, but with red eyes, he walked in front of Liu Guizang step by step.
He hissed and howled like a lone wolf, shrill and angry. At that moment, Liu Guizang seemed to have seen the evil Asura ghost. He came from hell, covered in blood and covered in the flame of revenge. The saber walked through the tortuous line, it was a beautiful arc, and the tip of the knife was condensed with a star of cold light, like a little firefly in the dark night.
Then, it stopped abruptly.
The firefly went out, and the long knife fell to the ground. Liu Guizang's scabbard slammed hard against Xia Houlin's head, the world revolved in front of his eyes, the earth rushed toward him, and the icy rain soaked his cheeks. The world seemed to be silent, except for the long, shrill sound in his ears. From his line of sight, he could just see the horizontal waves embedded in the pile of goods, and the shimmering blade of water reflected his bloody face.
In the haze, he seemed to hear that familiar call again.
"Small-"