The rivers and lakes can't stand it

The cornucopia was almost eerily quiet.

Although it was late at night, the lanterns were still hanging high, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day.

There are many tables in the hall.

Without exception, the dice are still neatly placed on the gaming table, and the big and small bets are drawn, without any wear and tear; and the greasy wine stains on the dining table have already dried on the table, forming a peculiar texture. It was half full, placed in the center, and looked barely clean.

Just half of them didn't.

Even behind the counter, Bao Niang and Pen Lang were nowhere to be seen.

Yue Mijin asked, "Have they opened yet?"

"There is no such thing as a place like this not being open." Qiu Zhuoxue touched the table, rubbed her fingertips thoughtfully, and shook her head, "If it is not open, something must have happened."

It is of course unwise to go deep into the tiger's den.

The cornucopia doesn’t ask where it came from or where it’s going. It just collects money to do things. Money and skills are the hard currency here. I don’t know how many anonymous masters work here. Even if there are any shady things in the various sects, they all come here Dip it -- Hu Li is a very obvious example.

Maybe it's a hard stubble to share a table to eat.

However, the problem of the cornucopia is also here. Most people can't see the light, and they are independent, so of course they don't want to have a face-to-face encounter with Zhengdao.

The table looked clean, but when I wiped it with my hand, there was already a little dust. It was obvious that no one had come and gone for several days.

Could it be that I guessed wrong?Didn't Hu Li come to the cornucopia to buy poison?

As if in response to his idea, there was a sudden commotion upstairs, and after a while, only the sound of the wind was heard suddenly, a person flew out through the window, and hit the pillar directly, the sound of bones was crisp and clear, falling down and smashing a table, looking up. The face, the blood from the mouth flowed backwards, seeing that he was dead.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a graceful and charming figure jumping out of the big hole in the window, with a long skirt floating in the air, holding a pipa in her arms, twitching with her slender fingers, the silk string stretched like a full moon.

It was the shadow of the moon.

Seeing her here, Qiu Zhuoxue's eyes lit up, knowing that there was absolutely nothing wrong.

If there is no reason to chase after Lanzhu to the cornucopia for Lanzhu's incident, with Mingyueying's intelligence, she must have found some clues and traced it here.

The previous "Heavenly Demon Song" had already made Qiu Zhuoxue wary, so he wanted to remind him to go to the maze, but suddenly he heard the melody out of tune, and there was another sound of strings moving, humming continuously.

It turned out that the strings hadn't been fired, but they rebounded suddenly, snapped in response, and the long strings that had escaped from the shackles gave out a final, extremely hoarse, sharp and long whistle.

Ming Yueying's hands were bleeding profusely. After falling to the ground, she staggered two steps and suddenly spit out a big mouthful of blood. It was obvious that she was injured so badly that she just lost her strength and couldn't make a tune.

Before she wiped off the blood on her lips, she was about to turn around and run out, when she caught sight of Qiu Zhuoxue from the corner of her eye, a look of surprise and joy flashed across her face, her footsteps paused slightly: "Let's go!"

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen masters rushed out of the second floor one after another, and they all heard Ming Yueying's "go", and the leader immediately shouted: "This woman has backup! Don't let them go!"

More than a dozen people jumped down, stopped where they were going, and immediately surrounded the two as accomplices.

The water-covering sword has left its sheath.

Ming Yueying embraced the pipa, and looked at Qiu Zhuoxue with Yingying eyes. Although she was in a desperate situation, she seemed completely fearless, and said softly: "I remind you."

Qiu Zhuoxue couldn't help smiling bitterly: "In this way, Qiu must thank Miss Ming."

Ming Yueying said with a smile: "Let's take it as if you are telling the truth."

As soon as the words fell, Ming Yueying's face suddenly changed, and the blood color suddenly faded away completely, and her body shook, and she fell backwards.

Just when Mingyueying collapsed, she suddenly felt her waist stabilized and her heart at ease, she held her last breath and reminded: "Go!"

Just finished speaking, she has already fallen softly into Qiu Zhuoxue's arms.

Many people may know that Yue Mazin's sword is terrible, but how terrible it is is difficult to describe in words.

After the two corpses fell silently in the hall, none of the others even knew what happened. It wasn't that they didn't see his hands clearly, but they couldn't understand how he killed the person.

The first sword of Yue Majin started from the person on the right holding the judge's pen. The sword edge only lightly brushed the skin, and the person's entire head fell off.

When his head fell to the ground, he was still staring blankly at the blood on his neck and the judge's pen that had fallen from his hand.

The sword didn't stop, but stabbed lightly and quickly at the second person holding the Jiuhuan Dao. The Jiuhuan Dao was heavy and solid and required a lot of strength. Quite an advantage.

The Nine Ring Knife could not keep up with the speed of the Water-Covering Sword, the blade scraped away from the sword edge, and a series of sparks were produced, making a teeth-stinging sound, which was more piercing than the sound of strings just now.

Immediately afterwards, there was a "chi" sound, which was the sound of blood foam after the chest cavity was pierced.

There was no change in Yue Mijin's eyes. After pulling out the sword from his chest, the third sword sank into the throat of the third person who flew up. Every penny.

The muscles on the third person's throat twitched and moved, and blood gushed out along with the water-covering sword, and his eyes widened unwillingly.

The Nine Ring Knife fell to the ground together with the body of the third person, making a dull and dull sound.

Everyone has seen these three swords clearly, they are simple and unpretentious, nothing unusual, everyone can think of dozens of tricks to block this sword, even they know that dead people must have such abilities...

But each sword took away a life with precision.

There are not many people who use swords in the world, but there are not many who can use swords like Yue Mijin.

The bodies of the others suddenly stopped, and they even took two steps back, but they still didn't stop the fourth sword that was getting more and more maze, and took away the fourth life.

Another body fell heavily to the ground.

In addition to the one that flew out from the second floor, five corpses fell in the hall in an instant. Even the remaining few who were licking blood from their knife-edges couldn't help but twitch the muscles on their faces.

It is not uncommon to kill people in the rivers and lakes. If someone kills, someone will be killed, not to mention eating the cornucopia, life and death are commonplace.

But people are people after all, even if they are killers, they will vent their emotions as much as they want after completing their tasks, gambling, whoring, eating and drinking, and spending money——

Of course, there will also be some weird people who take pleasure in killing, and these people often die very early.

But there are very few people like Yue Mazin. After killing four people in a row, he didn't seem to feel tired at all, and his eyes were so calm that it was like a bottomless pool of deep water.

The face of one of them suddenly turned pale, even paler than Ming Yueying: "You...you are... more confused!"

His voice trembled.

With a flick of Yue Mijin's wrist, a series of blood drops slipped from the sharp edge, and dropped from the tip of the sword drop by drop. He stared at the sword intently and seriously, and said lightly: "Well, it's me."

His tone sounded surprisingly patient.

There was a sudden silence in the hall.

Qiu Zhuoxue and Yue Mijin have always had different views on killing people, but if they argue about this at this time, they will undoubtedly be asking for trouble.

But Qiu Zhuoxue quickly became alert again. Although these people are second-rate experts in the arena, with Ming Yueying's cunning and intelligence, it is unlikely that they will be seriously injured by these people.

Then her reminder just now——

I'm afraid there are other people in this cornucopia!

Qiu Zhuoxue's thinking was not wrong, this person also came very quickly, he had already appeared at the stairs when he turned the fourth sword through the maze.

No one saw how he got down, not even Qiu Zhuoxue felt it.

Therefore, when seeing that figure, Qiu Zhuoxue's body tensed up.

There was half a mask on that person's face, and the other half was very familiar. It was the man he saw at the Storm Gate, but the feeling he gave was very different.

Yue Mijin's fifth sword fell to the ground, and the man had already stepped forward and dragged back the man holding the chain lock, his figure was like a ghost.

The man said in a deep voice: "Go away, all of you are no match for him alone."

Lianhuansuo walked on the edge of life and death, still in shock, he only felt the coldness on his cheek, and when he touched it, it was full of blood.

If it weren't for that delay, what the sword cut would not be the face, but the life.

The few people surrounding Qiu Zhuoxue and Yue Mijin looked at each other, without even saying a word, they all retreated into the shadows, as if half of them had disappeared.

Although there were fewer people in the hall, neither of them felt relaxed. Rather, they didn't really get nervous until this moment.

Yue Mijin was taken aback for a moment, then frowned and said, "You..."

He suddenly said: "It's Yi Rong."

There is no beginning or end to these words, but those who should understand understand them.

The masked man glanced at Ming Yueying, and said indifferently: "If you stay, you will take your life away. Otherwise, your lives will also be kept."

At that time, the person in Fengbomen was not Yi Rongcheng Yuxie Lang, but Yi Rongcheng this person.

Qiu Zhuoxue frowned unknowingly, he couldn't even see any flaws in this person: "Your Excellency, what a big tone? It may not be so easy to keep Miss Ming."

The masked man said coldly: "They are no match for him alone, but you two together are no match for me either."

Qiu Zhuoxue smiled: "If you don't try it, how will you know?"

When he was speaking, he threw out the bright moon shadow in his arms, Yue Mijin put his sword back into its sheath, stretched out his arms, and hugged the seriously injured woman into his arms, and saw Qiu Zhuoxue walking forward.

Even at this moment, Qiu Zhuoxue's figure is still elegant and unrestrained, as if she is attending an appointment, rather than competing with others.

The voice of the masked man remained unchanged: "I only know that I will soon understand whether your boldness comes from strength or bluff."

He didn't use any weapon, but suddenly struck a palm, and Qiu Zhuoxue's elegant and agile figure became slow and clumsy in front of this palm.

However, Qiu Zhuoxue's sleeve was not restrained, it was still so soft and smooth, and it was gently flung out from his hand.

The soft long sleeves pulled the rigid palm like a tide.

The masked man suddenly frowned: "Are you a descendant of Ning Jiusi?!"

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