Confused Escort Confused Account

Of course the short sword did not touch Shangguan Qing's chest, but broke in two halfway.No one saw the process clearly, not even Zhao Shitu saw how the sword broke.

He only heard a clang, and the tip of the broken sword fell to the side of the two broad knives.

The chopsticks were still held firmly in Shangguanqing's hands, a piece of lacquer was worn off on the outer layer, that's all.

Luo Huan was already out of control, and was so anxious that he was speechless: "You...you...!"

Shangguanqing just looked at him, frowned and said, "Don't force me."

Zhao Shitu took a step forward and stopped between the two of them. Afraid that Luo Huan would make another move, he quickly pressed his shoulder: "Little devil, calm down."

However, he still couldn't help looking back from the corner of his eye, trying to determine the condition of his companion.

He was completely mistaken. He thought it was the knife thrown out of the window that was sharp, but it was not.What is really important is not the knife, that knife is by no means expensive, and Shangguan Qing never deliberately sharpened it, the reason why Shangguan Qing sharpened the knife was just to pass the time.

What really matters is the person who wields the knife, the realm of the person.And Shangguan Qing's martial arts far exceeded his imagination, and had reached the realm of nothingness.

His fan uses snow cicada silk as the flap and black gold leaf as the fan bone, and the Yuanyang sword of Mingyuezhu is forged by the craftsmen of Lefang. They are all good weapons, but Shangguanqing doesn't need these.

Such a person, with such kung fu, even without a knife in his hand, only a pair of chopsticks and five fingers, can still turn into ghosts and gods.

He looked at Shangguan's hands like ghosts and gods, but found something strange in them.

On the index finger and thumb holding the chopsticks, there were two dark marks, thin and long. He quickly saw that it was a trace of blood oozing from the nail, flowing down the finger, and the blood was not red. of an unnatural purple-black color.

He said in surprise, "Shangguan, are you alright?"

Ming Yuezhu turned to the crowd, she was extremely displeased, and said harshly in a cold tone: "Now that things have happened, you should know that we are not murderers."

Everyone also looked at him, and the murderous aura finally subsided, replaced by doubts.Without the cover of fury, the panic on the faces of these people can be seen at a glance: "Could it be... is it true that we made a mistake? The murderer may be someone else? Other brothers... Will there be any danger..."

When Zhao Shitu saw this, most of the anger in his heart disappeared. He was always afraid of softness but not hard work. Seeing these people losing their companions and looking frightened, his heart softened, and he persuaded: "Everyone calm down first, the most important thing right now is Try to find out the identity of the killer."

Luo Huan shook his head and said, "No..."

Zhao Shitu noticed his strange expression and asked, "Little ghost, what's wrong with you?"

Luo Huan didn't answer, his eyes were fixed on Shangguanqing.To be precise, he was staring at Shangguan Qing's bleeding hand.

The purple-black blood flowed into the palms along the fingers, and seeped from the palms to the chopsticks, leaching frightening deep spots on the ends of the wood.

Luo Huan stared at the black spot, and murmured: "This black blood, black blade, this fierce look...it's him, it's him..."

Zhao Shitu's face also darkened.

Of course he knew that the purple-black bloodshot was unusual.

It would not be uncommon if the wound was just exposed with bare hands, but no matter what, the blood dripping from the wound should never be black.

He looked at Shangguanqing's face, trying to find some emotional expressions and clues, but he couldn't find it. Shangguanqing still had no expression, his expression was the same as usual, and he was still exactly the same cold.

Zhao Shitu is used to getting along with the usual Shangguan, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that being cold was such an anxious thing.

Not only Luo Huan couldn't read Shangguan Qing's heart, but even he couldn't read it. Of course he would be anxious. He suddenly discovered that he just thought he knew Shangguan Qing very well. In fact, he knew this person almost as well as him. none,

But he is different from Luo Huan in one thing - although he doesn't understand Shangguan's situation, he understands what he must do.

He waved his sleeves, blocked the bleeding companion behind, and said angrily: "What a fierce look, he is my friend, he doesn't want to hurt you at all, can't you see it? If he really intends to kill, why bother?" Standing here and wasting lips with you."

There was a long silence on the other side, and finally someone stood up. It was a dignified middle-aged man with a turban on his head. He looked like the leader of these people: "We believe in you...but..."

"But what?" Zhao Shitu asked.

The man said with a sullen face, "The three brothers who were beheaded last night also had the same black blood on their wounds and their clothes."

Zhao Shitu couldn't help being startled, if this statement is true, then this matter is indeed a bit strange.

Ming Yuezhu also frowned and said, "Maybe the murderer and Shangguan happened to practice the same kung fu."

The middle-aged man said: "That's right, so we want to ask this hero, what kind of kung fu is he practicing? Do you know anyone else who has practiced it?"

The eyes of the whole room were focused on Shangguan Qing.Everyone understands that it is not polite to inquire about other people's martial arts factions casually.But now they were so desperate that they could no longer care about manners.

Shangguanqing frowned slightly, as if hesitating.Before he could speak, Luo Huan spoke first, "I know, it's Rakshasa Kung Fu."

Finally, a rippling wave appeared on Shangguan's calm face, he opened his eyes wide and glanced at Luo Huan.The expressions of the others sank, looking at him with fear and suspicion.

The middle-aged man said: "Raksha Kung Fu... isn't it a rumored evil kung fu? Does this kind of kung fu really exist?"

The atmosphere that had just eased up a little bit froze again.Zhao Shitu glanced in Shangguanqing's direction again, only to realize that the other party's gaze was also on him.

The four eyes met, and Shangguan Qing stared at him, although the eyes were still indifferent, still unable to see emotion, but there was an indescribable focus.

For some reason, Zhao Shitu's heart trembled. Could it be that Shangguan Qing had some expectations for him?What kind of self is reflected in those eyes that are as black as scabbards, sometimes like icy lakes, sometimes like ghosts and gods.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, put it on Shangguan's shoulder, and patted it hard, then looked around at the others, turned his head and said, "Although my friend is a weirdo, he doesn't have anything to do with Xiezi."

The other party also gradually lost patience, and a voice among the crowd shouted: "Then tell me what kind of skill it is! Since it's not evil, why hide it!"

Ming Yuezhu took a step forward, and scolded: "You disrespectful person, didn't you get beaten enough just now!"

The quarrel between the two was interrupted by a voice from the door: "Everyone wait a moment, don't do anything, it's all a misunderstanding!"

All present were surprised, and looked towards the door together.

The person who came was a young man, dressed in green clothes, with a thin figure and a polite walking posture, which was very different from the rough warriors in the room.

He came in front of the crowd and bowed to the leading middle-aged man: "Brother Li, forgive Yan for being late, these three guests are not murderers, they are my invited friends."

The middle-aged man suddenly showed regret: "What? It turned out to be Mr. Yan's guest, I'm sorry..."

Luo Huan stood aside, seeing someone coming, his tense spirit finally relaxed completely, and he called out aggrievedly: "Mr. Yan, you are here!"

The visitor nodded slightly to the young man, then turned to Zhao Shitu, bowed his hands and said respectfully: "Xiayan Wuhua, I have seen the three knights from the Escort Bureau."