beg for chivalry

Jin Shiba moved step by step while propping up the wooden bar, and finally walked out of the hall half-walking and half-crawling.Sanniang looked at him anxiously from the side, with a silk curtain covering her head to keep out the rain.

Thunder and lightning, red clouds.The raging wind uprooted the trees, the torrential rain tore down the house, and the big raindrops poured down on the head and face, dancing on the cold corpse.The two stood in the rain, looking around blankly, their clothes were wet and their hearts were cold.

In front of you is a curved arch bridge, and then you can see a lotus plate made of pebbles protruding from the turbid water.The torrential rain poured down like a waterfall, and the water surface seemed to set off a stormy sea.Blurred shadows of red fish swim among them, and several covered lotus lanterns sway lonely and lonely in the shower, the flames are like beans, trembling and beating, and seem to be extinguished at any time.

I saw two figures stepping on the lampshade.One has a swollen head, bare arms, and is dressed in a soaked net yellow robe. He is an ugly monk; the other is a black-clothed boy wearing a Rakshasa mask, holding a three-forged Yanyue knife in his hand.The two of them only stayed on the lamp for a moment, and then flew out with a heel, twisting the blades together.

"140 nine knives!"

Someone shouted.The gold chain suddenly exploded, shining brightly together with the sparkling water.In an instant, the water wave shook and splashed out in all directions!A pool of fish and snakes moves, and the water rises and rains, shaking the world.

In the dense rain, the black-clothed Rakshasa also roared and drew his sword to face the gold chain.

There was water in his eyes, sour and unclear, he could no longer tell what was sky and what was earth, and he couldn't detect whether it was rain or blood dripping from his hands.

140 nine knives!He only knew that he had received 140 nine knives!

The bitterness of blood made his eyes bloodshot, and his whole body was like boiling blood.At this time, hot molten iron was dripping from his body, and violent fireworks were burning in his chest.At the beginning, the wound on his chest was still aching, but now all the pain seemed to be gone. He only felt that he was a knife with no heart in his heart, only to take people's lives!

As the rain gradually subsided, many unextinguished lotus lanterns gathered under the eaves of the pavilion. The two clashed clangingly, and then rushed away like flying swallows, stepping on the lampshade.As a result, the lights in the pond were flickering, sparkling, and the rain was falling. The two men fought alone in the middle, their blades intertwined.

The Raksha in black only has his eyes on acting, and the monk who broke the precepts only has his eyes on Jin Wu. Even in the confrontation of life and death, there are back and forth, and a tacit understanding is gradually formed.

The silk building supported by Zuo Sanniang slipped quietly, and she stared dumbfounded at the broken monk and black-clothed Rakshasa who were fighting in the pool.The struggle between the monks and the assassins in front of the temple was still going on, but the two seemed to have broken out of their own world.

"Crazy!" she murmured.

The assassin next to her couldn't help being lost in thought, and followed her with a blank nod, "It's really crazy!"

When the imitation reached 150 knives, the right hand of the black-clothed Rakshasa had already been broken.He was only a young man, so he couldn't stand such a strong saber technique.

After receiving another thirty knives, his left hand was also broken, and his arms hung crookedly.

Yanyue Dao is useless now.So Jin Wu jumped onto the bridge and found a lancet in the pile of corpses, bit it in the fangs of the ghost face, turned his head and went to kill the broken monk again.

The broken hand still has a mouth, the mouth is bleeding and there are two feet.Even though his limbs were crippled and his body and mind were broken, his killing intent remained unchanged from beginning to end.

The eye sockets of the Raksha Ghost Face shone with a gloomy luster, Yan Xin thought for a moment that he saw a dark and fierce bird of prey, and once he set his sights on the prey, he would never let it go.

"Aren't you afraid of pain?"

Because the appearance of Rakshasa in black was too miserable, even the broken monk who was used to seeing the wind and rain in the rivers and lakes couldn't help frowning and asked.But seeing the young man in black with his hands hanging down limply, he was already unable to move; his wet military uniform was torn several times, and the drops of water that dripped from the corners of his clothes before were reddish, but now there was only fresh blood left.

Jin Wu gasped and said vaguely, "I'm afraid."

He is a mortal, so he is naturally afraid of pain.Xio said that his hands were useless like this time, and his chest was seriously injured by a knife. On weekdays, even if he cut his finger, he would have to stare at him for a long time.

Yan Xin asked: "Then why are you so attached to it?"

Rakshasa in black said. "...Because I'm not afraid of death!"

As soon as the voice fell, he jumped out like lightning!All the lotus lanterns stepped on by the toes either flew out in a whirl, or sank slowly into the bottom of the water. In a blink of an eye, the lights went out in several places, and the pool became dim again.

There are such strange people in the world: although they are afraid of pain, they are not afraid of death.Yan Xin suddenly became amused, and laughed again.

At this time, Jin Wu was a little tired.His heart was beating violently, but his head was dizzy, his eyes were flickering and he couldn't see clearly.Maybe it was because the effect of the bitter blood was about to pass, or he had shed too much blood, and Black and White Wuchang was in a hurry to claim his life.

But he knew he wasn't dead yet.

Because he wanted to die several times in the past four years, and was pulled back every time.If it wasn't that Hades looked down on him, then Zuo Buzheng had great powers and made him hang on the border of Yin and Yang, begging for death.To Jin Wu, living is nothing more than a tedious matter of exhaling and breathing. Only when he holds the knife does he suddenly feel that he is not only breathing, but standing in this world.

How many knives are left?

His mind was like being stuffed with pebbles, and he was about to fall. Jin Wu thought for a while before he figured out that there was still 120 knives left.He hated math the most, and he didn't like math. When he was a child, his mother thought that he ran out of the academy because he was afraid of memorizing the Four Books and Five Classics, so she hired a private math master to teach him. If he skipped class, he would beat him and scream.Little did he know that he was talented and had a photographic memory, he had already read the scriptures thoroughly, and he didn't bother to touch the books again.

But he can't remember the past clearly.Perhaps Zuo Buzheng drugged him too much, he obviously has a photographic memory, but now he can't even remember his own name, and his parents only have a vague shadow in his heart.

The more he was about to die, the more he would think wildly, Jin Wu shook his head violently, and shouted: "There is still 120 knives!"

The hands of the monk who broke the precepts were also trembling slightly. Although it was not easy for him to spend all three hundred knives, he saw that the black-clothed Rakshasa was at the end of his battle, so he smiled and said: "What do you have left? What do you want? What will you use to catch Yu's knife?"

Jin Wu's two hands are useless, if he takes another hundred knives, his mouth and tongue with the knives in his mouth will probably be festered.

But he had risked his life.Within an hour, he would bleed to death from his seven orifices, and he would not be able to keep his body intact at this time.

What is left?

There was nothing left of him, nothing from the beginning.His sanity cannot be controlled by him, and this life cannot be controlled by him.

So he has nothing of his own.All he had was borrowed, stolen, robbed.

The black-clothed Rakshasa yelled: "Use a hundred weapons!"

Two years ago, he entered the Book Collection Pavilion of Zuichun Garden and read all the volumes collected by Mrs. Hongzhu.Ming Hongzhu was originally from Hongshou, she was a woman of unrivaled beauty, and she could be considered a romantic woman by nature.As many pillows as she had had, there were as many martial arts cheats in the library.And as many secret books as there are in the pavilion, Jin Wu can do as much kung fu.

So he decided to use all the exercises he had watched without reservation at this last moment.

"Look at the knife!" Jin Wu roared.This saber is the Chaos Mountain Saber of the Northern School, the bright white blade is like a broken river belt breaking rocks, the wind of the saber roars like a mountain wall cracking, and a green forest falling down.

What followed was the sword of knowing each other!He used the sword as a sword, and the sword drifted like rain in the night, which was the special skill of Qian Xian'er from the Qian family in Zhongzhou, but seeing the lightness of the sword's edge floating far away, it seemed to take nine layers of peach red and plum, and it turned into a spring breeze and drizzle.

Huntuo sword followed closely behind.This is the sword dance handed down by the Gongsun family. There is an old poem in Shaoling: "The viewer is depressed like a mountain, and the sky and the earth are low for a long time."

Miao Village avoids water guns, 49 Taiqing swords, wind palms, sky piercing swords, golden glazed body...In the blink of an eye, the black-clothed Rakshasa has used several kinds of exercises, not to mention these decent exercises, even red candle exercises, crane exercises, etc. He is also proficient in such heretical ways as Xingbu.

The monk who broke the precepts only felt that this person suddenly changed his offensive and showed his sharpness, and saw that his moves were as numerous as stars, which made people dizzy.The first move was only halfway through, and the second move has already been connected gracefully, with smooth movements and no traces.

Yan Xin's eyes widened: "Although there are many moves, it's a pity that they are too shallow!"

When they used two hundred knives, the two of them had gradually exhausted their strength.The broken monk's hands holding the knife chain trembled, and the Buddha's hands collided with each other, making a loud clang.After all, Jin Wu was seriously injured. Although his moves were different, he did not have the momentum to shake the world. He had tried his best just to stand on the lotus lantern.

At this time, some monks and assassins jumped out of the pool, as if they wanted to get involved in their battle.The two of them shouted back the others at the same time, the black-clothed Rakshasa's saber intent agitated, forcing the monks to retreat.Yanxin's golden chain was swept out, and several assassins were gutted in an instant.

Jin Shiba, who was staring at the two of them before, suddenly said: "...Young master's knife is broken."

The lancet was just picked up by Jin Wu casually, it was really no match for the Yanxin treasure chain, and it instantly turned into powder under the heavy blow.But Jin Wu was so tired that he no longer had the strength to jump out of the pool to get another knife.

Sanniang grabbed Jin Shiba, who was leaning on the stone railing with both hands, about to jump into the pool, and asked anxiously, "What are you going to do?"

Jin Shiba held a Yanling saber dug out from the pile of corpses in his hand, he said: "Send the saber to the young master."

Sanniang burst into tears: "You, look at the gold chain on the monk's hand! Your legs and feet are inconvenient, and you will be killed by that strange monk as soon as you enter! How many people have entered the pool just now and were cut open Belly, you..."

"But if I don't go, the young master will die." Jin Shiba went to untie her fingers on the corner of her clothes, with undetectable ripples in his calm voice.

The girl shook her head with a pale face and said: "He has taken the bitterness of blood, and he will die sooner or later. You shouldn't die, why do you want to seek your own death?" She said coquettishly. "You have to stay here and protect me, and you are not allowed to take a step!"

Naturally, it was best to evacuate at this time. The monks who broke the precepts and the monks of Panlong Mountain were all focused on the other assassins, and if they slipped away quietly, no one would notice.

Jin Shiba shook his head and jumped into the pool.

At this time, the dense forest was shaking, and the shadows of the mottled trees were far away, and a group of men and horses came in capes and rain.The red hat, the shiny black chain mail, and the rushing sound of iron mesh boots are Zhao Shiyun's sentinels.When the assassins heard the instant chaos, someone shouted: "Withdraw! The Zhao army has arrived!" With the help of the battalion outposts, the Houtianlou assassins had no chance of defeating the monks of Panlong Mountain.

Mu Shiyi looked around with difficulty at this time, and shouted: "Bring the third lady and the young master!" Unfortunately, there were so many people in disorder, she couldn't find where these two were.

She glanced into the release pool, but was suddenly stunned.

I saw the blue waves churning in the pool, and the blood water spread like snakes and insects.The pool was full of corpses with broken limbs and arms, floating on the water like foam.And in this bloody smell, the faint flames of the lotus lantern danced gently, and the petals were lifelike and delicate, matching the emerald lotus, and even more exquisite and lovely.Several lotus lanterns lined up, lightly enveloping a person, as if gathering all the light in this dark wind and rain on him.

And that man was holding a knife in his ferocious face.

The moves of this saber are changeable, sometimes it is used as a sword, and sometimes it is used as a whip.But in the end, the winds from all directions turned into a stream of sword energy, like the chaotic stream of stars in the gaping moon, like practicing to lead the sky.When the sword comes out, it is like the roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon, and the roar of thunder.

But for a moment, the water was soaring, like a dragon jumping, and a pool of rain flowers splashed everywhere; the green pines were uprooted, the sand and stones moved on the ground, and the brick steps buzzed and shook.There seems to be only a little bit of cold light flashing in the dark, like a ink brush penetrating through the paper, splashing the three meanings of "fast, bold, and strong" to the fullest!

In an instant, the sound of gold and iron seemed to be cut off suddenly.All the Wutai monks cast their eyes on the two in the pool, and the Houtianlou assassin was suddenly overwhelmed by the sword intent, and stopped his killing action unconsciously.

When he saw the sword, Abbot Lang Si was stunned and tremblingly said: "This...could it be..."

"This is He Jian?" Everyone was shocked and discussed.The sword intent is tyrannical and powerful, even if it is tens of feet away, it can still be shaken to the point of tearing apart.The abbot of Shaolin Temple frowned after explaining the Dharma, and said: "Jun Tian Sword!"

As soon as the name of the sword came out, everyone was shocked.

— Juntian Sword!

Speaking of this sword, I have to mention a poem written by Yuan Weizhi in the Tang Dynasty for a close friend, saying that the sword "determines the sky beyond the cloud, fights against the sun; smashes the belly of the monster and snake, and brushes the head of the minister".The martial arts under the Cold Mountain is based on this sword, and they are able to rank among the best in the martial arts. It is also this sword that Wu Wugong, the leader of the current martial arts alliance, uses.

The monks were terrified, and whispered to each other: "The evil spirits in Houtianlou...how could they master the sword technique of the leader of the martial arts!" Into his hands...!"

In the noisy room, the sword moves like thunder.

The sword shattered, and Rakshasa in black stood among the lotus lanterns, holding the hilt of his sword, his figure floating.

But hearing the sound of individual shattering, sections of gold chains fell into the turbulent pool.Hundreds of bergamot knives suddenly fell like forest leaves blown by a strong wind.

The monk who broke the precepts still clasped his hands together, but there was already a hideous wound on his exposed chest, and the blood was gushing out, soaking his robe to the brim.

"You won."

Acting heart said.Every word weighs more than a thousand jun, and it is extremely difficult to utter it.

Hearing this, Rakshasa in black swayed suddenly.At this moment, he was like a withered leaf and a floating weed, about to fall into the water at any moment and fall asleep for a long time.

"Three hundred knives for food..." Jin Wu felt the taste of rust in his mouth, and his whole body was so painful that he felt numb.He raised his slack eyes, gasped and looked at the monk who broke the precepts. "...All of them have been taken!"

There are two factions in the north and the south, and the east and west are thousands of miles away. The young man used all the exercises he could think of.This almost killed him, but if he didn't do it, he would have already lost his soul by now.

The monk who broke the precepts gave a cold smile: "Xiayu...to be able to fight against such martial idiots, today...it is really a pleasure." The strange man's footsteps were loose, and when he lowered his head, a large stream of blood gushed out between his teeth.Jun Tianjian sits in the martial arts forest, the sword energy has hurt his heart, he and Jin Wu are considered to have fought and lost both.

Yan Xin sighed leisurely, and suddenly asked: "Who are you?" His small bean-like eyes moved slowly on the black-clothed Rakshasa, and looked at the boy from head to toe several times. "You are the assassin of Houtianlou, a murderous and ruthless evil ghost, but you are very measured when you strike. You are rigid, not indecent, and you can even be said to be noble."

Jin Wu frowned: This is not a compliment.To an assassin, being mean and shameless is a compliment, and to say he is aboveboard is to curse him for an early death.He also vaguely felt that his body was stiff, he couldn't let it go too much, and his strikes were not too ruthless.

The monk who broke the precepts went on to say: "...Xiayu has seen a big family in the capital, and it is said that you have some habits of the children of the aristocratic family, and you have come to the swordsmanship of the Wu family." So he asked him again, "You...who are you?"

After the cold wind blows, Jin Wu is already dizzy, but he still insists on finishing the conversation with Yan Xin.He wondered blankly, what kind of honor, what kind of aristocratic children.He has long been unable to remember the past, and his heart is empty. He only knows that his fate is too low, and he wants to be a wild dog waiting for the sky.

As the wind and rain fell, he suddenly felt that the gloomy sky was crumbling, like a big piece of paper wrapped around it.The surrounding scenery suddenly faded and scattered like ink soaked in water. He stood alone in the light dust, and the black mud gradually coated his heart, trying to cover his mouth and nose so as not to teach him to breathe.

who is he?It's a Rakshasa in black, and a knife from Houtianlou.No name, no surname, heartless and ruthless, I have never seen Liu Nuanhuachun, only experienced wind, snow, frost and cold.

After saying those words just now, the broken precept monk's chest couldn't stop pulsating, and suddenly he fell backward like a rolling rock. Blood shot out of his chest like an arrow, and a few points landed on the Rakshasa mask.The big-headed monk let out a hoarse and broken whistle, his body fell into the muddy pool, and gradually sank out of sight.

Only Jin Wu stood alone in the wind and rain.

So he spat out a mouthful of blood, and pointed towards the direction where the broken monk fell into the water——squeezed a few words from his throat. "A villain."