Jiuhuai

The cold wind was blowing, and the night was boundless. I saw someone in the bamboo forest clanging a sword and slamming the long knife from the man in black's hand, and then quickly pierced the man's throat with his wrist turned.

He stroked the bamboo leaves on his shoulders, and walked towards the white-clothed man not far away. The two of them were surrounded by corpses, but they were all neatly dressed and not stained with blood, only the long sword in their hands was soaked in blood.

"It's so boring. It's just a small organization killer who insists on going to war like this." He complained with a low smile, and slowly put his sword back into its sheath.

The man's dark eyes were full of waves, he glared at him and hummed, "You are the one who talks the most nonsense", but when he passed by, he was stopped by someone.

"I said Sizhong, at least put away your saber before you go, your Cang Xing will not be happy." He pressed against the other's neck, his voice was frivolous and ambiguous, and he grabbed the man's wrist with his palm, and the man avoided it in disgust. At the beginning, but did not withdraw his hand.

"It's time to go back and recover."

Hearing such an indifferent response, he had no choice but to sneer and stop, but there was a faint flute sound in the depths of the bamboo forest, and many birds were startled, and the coldness filled a lot of creeps.

"I thought where did this bloody smell come from? It turned out to be the famous Sizhonghe of Jiuhuai..."

A cold male voice suddenly sounded, the man glanced at him obviously startled, and then laughed lowly.

"Wearing a ghost mask? Are you a newcomer?"

He had a bad heart, squinted at the opponent, but pressed the hilt of the sword with his left hand without leaving a trace, ready to fight at any time.

"Be careful that his flute controls the soul, don't be caught in the mind."

Shengyu said to the side, he gave a low "En" and still watched the other's every move vigilantly. The man approached step by step. He looked at the two men with dark eyes.

The distance was still not that close, but the cold aura emanating from the man still made him feel uncomfortable.

After a stalemate for a while, the man burst out laughing, raised his left hand and grabbed his five fingers. Only then did he and Shengyu realize that the thousands of silk threads all over their bodies had been retracted. At some point, the other party actually laid down the thousands of silk threads. If they Do it first, at this moment there is a pile of corpses.

Thinking of this, he suddenly shivered, knowing that the other party had no killing intent, and his hanging heart was about to fall to the ground, but the man turned his body like a ghost, and jumped behind him in the blink of an eye. Seeing that the man had already drawn out his long sword and put it on his neck.

He squinted and saw the word "Crow Nine" engraved on the hilt of the sword, pretending to be calm and calm, he snorted.

"Since you have no intention of fighting, what is your Excellency's intention?"

The man smiled lowly, and somehow he used some method to remove the mask on his face. He noticed that the other party breathed lightly, there was a flaw in his heart, his neck lowered and his toes brushed the ground, and he suddenly opened the distance. Staring at the man, the other party looked into his eyes with a smile.

"You are quite similar to an old friend of mine."

The man's gaze moved slightly, and landed on a coquettish tear mole in the corner of his right eye.

"Pity."

After saying that, the man quickly backed away, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye. He turned his head and grinned at Sheng He, but found that the other party was staring at his neck strangely. A piece of bright red.

"The method is quite ruthless."

"White Tiger of the Sifang God."

Sheng Yu remained expressionless, still staring at the direction in which the person left.

"If it was him before, you and I might not be able to fight together."

"Oh?" Lian Chengshi snorted, but stopped talking. He put away his long sword, held his head in his hands and walked forward heartlessly, "Go back and treat the wound."

Sheng Yu remained silent, with a rather helpless expression on his face, silently retracting his sword and following.

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