a killer friend of mine

Qiuyang had never been so nervous and anxious. She was sitting on pins and needles in the room, her feet were numb from the cold, and her palms were covered with cold sweat.It was Wen Shisan who was fighting outside, and her heart was hung on the tip of the sharp sword by spider threads, feeling uneasy.

The sound of wind and rain blurred into a vast mass, and occasionally there were indistinct sharp sounds of knives and halberds piercing the chaotic background.Every time Qiuyang heard the sound, her heart trembled coldly. She was afraid that the sound would continue, and she was even more afraid that the sound would disappear suddenly.Because Wen Shisan likes to be quiet, she moved from her original residence to this remote corner, which is a little far away from other buildings, and the weather is bad today, so no one will notice the fight here, that is to say, no one can help him .

Her heart became colder and her breathing became more and more rapid. The heavy stone was pressing on her heart, and she was almost out of breath.

Can he win?

She didn't know how Wen Shisan's martial arts was compared to the enemy's. She was completely unpredictable about the outcome, and her heart was burning with anxiety, but she couldn't go out to have a look. It would only add to his confusion.

But she really wanted to know how the battle was going. She didn't know if Wen Shisan was injured, or if he could hold on... She weighed her reason and emotion for a long time, and finally couldn't help but stand up, ready to open the window to have a look.Before he could take a step, the sharp cold air broke through the window, and a snow sword shot towards the moon like a shooting star. Before the exclamation could even explode from his throat, the lightning-fast sword stopped and fell with a bang.Wen Shisan pulled out the dagger that had pierced the man in black's neck, glanced at her while wiping off the blood on his face, and closed the window again.

Qiuyang lost all strength, sat back to her original position, and touched her heart in shock: Wen Shisan's cold and bloody eyes were deeply imprinted in her mind, exuding an undisguised killing intent—she had never felt The other party was so strange.Maybe this is the real him-a ruthless and vigorous young killer of a cheetah?

Wen Shisan, who was under siege, was unable to think about her thoughts at the moment. He had exhausted all his energy to resist the opponent's ultimate move. He was too slow to protect his chest when he was at a loss. With the smell of blood, he took a few steps back before spitting out the blood.

The killer's target is only a specific target. The longer he entangles with unrelated people, the less wise he is. If he can't complete the task in normal times, he can retreat immediately, but if he retreats now, Qiuyang will die. The only way to kill is to carry on the killing to the end in one breath. It can provide a chance for the two of them.

Yin Pijiang stared intently at the young man who was moving around in the chaotic battle, secretly surprised: the opponent's body is light and agile, his moves are quick, and the killing is invisible. It can be seen that it is indeed a famous teacher, but some moves are vicious and treacherous, which are not respected by the Central Plains martial arts The upright moves are similar to the deadly moves of Japanese ninjas, and some of them are tragic and tantamount to suicide.The young man is very talented in martial arts. Although the moves are from different schools, they are well integrated, and there is no sense of stagnation or disobedience.It's no wonder that because of this terrible talent, the emperor can spend great efforts to forge a sharp weapon for himself to eradicate dissidents, regardless of the relationship between his flesh and blood.

Wen Shisan's muscles were trembling in pain. He felt that he had reached his limit, and it was a miracle that he could stand and fight the enemy.Nerves and stomach twitched, and he was not only dizzy but nauseous.This pain reminded him of the scene of fighting wolves: In order to cultivate an invincible will, the master threw him into the wolves to fend for himself.The wolf is a clever and cunning animal. Its strength and wisdom are among the best among beasts. It also has a strong sense of group and knows how to attack in team battles. It is no different from fighting with them or struggling in purgatory.In the end, he defeated the wolves at the cost of being unable to eat for three days, and the images of broken arms and limbs scattered all over the ground kept replaying in his mind, making him vomit for a long time.He didn't like killing people. He felt like a monster that didn't belong to humans when he did this kind of thing for a long time. Today's tragic battle made his eyes covered with a red veil. No matter what he looked at, he seemed to be soaked in blood.

He was slapped in the abdomen by Yin Pijiang's palm, and he couldn't stand still and rolled down. Fortunately, he grabbed a tile hastily and knelt down to stabilize his figure.He swallowed a mouthful of blood-laced saliva, and looked at him without fear.There were only the two of them left on the empty roof, their corpses lying on the ground, blood dripping down the rainwater, forming a red waterfall on the edge of the eaves.

Yin Pijiang approached slowly, regretting: "You are really talented, it's too wasteful to just do this kind of thing in the dark."

Wen Shisan spat out a mouthful of blood nonchalantly, and said coldly, "You don't need to judge what I do."

Yin Pijiang sighed softly, stared at him and asked: "You know that your mother died of the unreasonable imperial power, why do you still obey its words?"

"You are wrong," Wen Shisan said calmly, "I am not obeying the imperial power, nor my father, but what I think is right."

Yin Pijiang frowned: "Even if what you think is right is actually wrong?"

Wen Shisan smiled: "Who would think that what they believe is wrong?" He coughed violently, his body curled up into a bow, and he prostrated himself on the ground.Yin Pijiang asked pitifully, "Do you still have the strength to use the sword?"

"Of course..." He replied in a low voice, suddenly stretched out his left hand, a cold light flashed, but was caught by Yin Pijiang.Yin Pijiang thought it was a sword in his hand, but he didn't expect it to be just a scabbard. His thoughts turned and he kicked his right arm. Wen Shisan was still fast, his left hand clasped his wrist with his backhand, his right hand grabbed his calf, and lifted him violently. At the same time as the sound of bones breaking, the sword in Wen Shisan's mouth had cut his throat.

Such a method of taking one's life was unprecedented, and Yin Pijiang's eyes were still full of "unbelievable" until his death.

Wen Shisan let go of his teeth, and the clear sword fell on the tiles. It was not stained with any blood, and it was still as clear as autumn water, washed away by the heavy rain over and over again.Wen Shisan fell to the ground slumped—he had exhausted his last bit of strength just now.

The sound of fighting outside the window had stopped for a long time, and there was no more abnormal sound.Qiuyang's heart fell into an ice cellar, and she twitched in fear. She called out "Wen Shisan" in a low voice, and then boldly called out: "Thirteen? Thirteen?" There was still no answer from the roof. She rushed to the window and was about to open it when Wen Shisan's hoarse voice sounded outside the window: "Don't open the window." The voice was weak and weak, Qiuyang froze for a moment, but still insisted on opening the window to see how he was doing, Wen Thirteen spoke again, his voice turned into pleading, trembling slightly: "Don't open the window... please."

Qiuyang hesitated, but finally gave up, clasped his hands on the pane and asked, "How are you?"

Wen Shisan coughed and said, "I'm fine...you don't have to worry. I'll go back first, and someone will move the corpses away later. Don't worry about it, go to sleep." His voice was hoarse and weak, as if it would break at any time. Falling hairspring.She deceived herself and asked again: "Are you really okay?" Wen Shisan smiled: "I'm still alive." He knocked on the window and said softly: "I'm leaving." As expected, there was no more sound from outside the window , Qiuyang could finally open the window, it was pitch black outside, the wind and rain were howling, and the air was as cold as snow on the top of Kunlun Mountain.