knife cut mountains and rivers

Zhou Xuanyi was not a thin and thin teacher as the swordsman in Liuyin Lane imagined. Many people were easily deceived by his appearance when they first saw Zhou Xuanyi, forgetting that he was like a cold poisonous snake.

Only Fucheng knows his true strength. Fucheng and Zhou Xuanyi have fought against each other once, and they have also seen each other's strength underground in Xiahou Mansion.Zhou Xuanyi was aggressive and courageous, and he was a rare young killer.Fu Cheng confidently handed his back to Zhou Xuanyi. He and Fu Cheng stood back to back, like the front and back of a copper plate, inseparable from each other.

The swordsmen in Liuyin Lane were much more orderly than Zhou Xuanyi imagined. They were silent, no one spoke, and they could reach a tacit communication with just their eyes.

Zhou Xuanyi judged in an instant that there was an essential difference between this group of people and the assassins in Dongmen Theater, and that these people were the real killers.

A group of qualified hunters immediately adjusted their strategy after encountering an accident, and the main force no longer just stared at Fucheng, but headed in the direction of Zhou Xuanyi.

Six archers occupied the corner of the ruined temple, and the swordsmen on the ground attacked the city and Zhou Xuanyi in a systematic manner.It is not an easy job to be the knife behind Fucheng, Zhou Xuanyi needs to cut off the attackers behind Fucheng while guarding against the arrows shot from nowhere.

Zhou Xuanyi had received various educations in the past, and he also practiced martial arts, but he must not have received pure training in killing people.Not for self-protection, but for the simplest education, killing the person in front of you.Just today, Zhou Xuanyi learned the trick by himself without a teacher, without deliberate study and training.

The swordsmen who died in Zhou Xuanyi's swordsman were very "tidy", and most of the fatal cuts were on the heart and neck.If it can't be solved with one knife, Zhou Xuanyi always cuts the opponent's leg bone at a tricky angle, the kneecap is broken by the blade, the swordsman kneels in the blood wave, and still doesn't retreat. As long as he still holds the knife in his hand, he will not let himself down duty of.

Swordsmen have their own dignity. If they die in battle, their teammates will collect their bodies and send them to the end to take care of their wives and children. Therefore, swordsmen are not afraid.

Zhou Xuanyi fought against the swordsmen, and felt that the swordsmen in Liuyin Lane were like a steady stream of tides, if one was cut off, the next one would rush up immediately, and no one had a moment to breathe.

Zhou Xuanyi didn't know what the swordsmen were thinking, now that they were bleeding, if they couldn't kill you, they would die in this ruined temple today.

Yang Lei didn't want to trouble Zhou Xuanyi, and decided to meet Fucheng himself.Fucheng and Zhou Xuanyi are already in a symbiotic relationship. If Zhou Xuanyi dies, as Zhou Xuanyi's protector, Fucheng will definitely seek revenge from Yang Lei.Therefore, both of them must die in the ruined temple today, so that this job can be considered clean.

Yang Lei lives in Liuyin Lane. He has heard about Fucheng's deeds, the Battle of Sand City, and how Fucheng survived with an unsharp knife.Yang Lei received this mission because of the reward of 2 taels, and also to explore the secrets of Fucheng.

This is a point that all the swordsmen in Liuyin Lane are curious about. Everyone has their own unique move, which only explodes before death, but no one knows what Fucheng's unique move is.

Yang Lei is not afraid of facing Fucheng, because no matter how strong Fucheng is, as long as he can't kill people, Yang Lei has the upper hand.

Yang Lei stood on a high place and said condescendingly: "Although I feel that saying this is superfluous, if you give me the teacher next to you, I can spare your life."

Fu Cheng sneered, and said, "It's pretty redundant."

Fu Cheng's answer was within Yang Lei's expectation, Yang Lei smiled helplessly and clenched his knife tightly.

Yang Lei is a swordsman from the grassland. His sword is very sharp and fast.

This is a Mongolian scimitar, which is completely different from the Miao knife in Fucheng's hand.The Mongolian scimitar is a sharp weapon on horseback, with a thin blade and thick back, and all the power is almost concentrated at the moment when the knife is drawn.

The Mongolian scimitar is not suitable for use in the Western Regions. Yang Lei has been stubbornly using this knife, as if to remind himself of his identity at all times.Yang Lei's ability to survive for so many years proves that he has the capital.

Yang Lei's hand was on the handle of the knife, a little apprehensive, but also a little excited. A heart was beating vigorously in his chest, and blood could always bring him a different kind of stimulation.

Yang Lei jumped down from the high temple wall, and at the same time quickly drew his sword. This is the essence of the Mongolian scimitar. , Yang Lei's move is sure to kill.

Fucheng went up against the edge of the blade, took a step under his feet, and rose from the ground. The Miao Dao and the Mongolian Dao collided in the air, and the light and sparks of the blades flew everywhere.The seedling knife cuts all the way up and reaches the handle of the machete.

The Mongolian scimitar was like a small fish swimming in water, the blade had nowhere to focus, and the two blades separated after a while.Miao Dao didn't get any benefits, but he didn't fall into a disadvantage either.

"It's a good knife." Yang Lei sighed sincerely after landing.

Fu Cheng also said: "This is the first time I have come across a Mongolian knife."

Yang Lei said wildly: "I have encountered quite a few Miao Dao."

After a brief conversation, the two quickly entangled each other.Don't talk when killing people. This is the rule of the ancestors. If you talk like a tuberculosis, you will quietly keep your mouth shut.

Neither of them had any famous swords in their hands.Yang Lei's Mongolian knife was brought from the grassland, and Fucheng's Miao knife was not even cut.

The two exchanged dozens of moves in the blink of an eye, and it was hard to tell which was better.But Yang Lei felt faintly uneasy. He and Fu Cheng made seventy tricks, but they didn't get any benefit.Swordsman should not fight for a long time, and a long fight usually means losing.

Fu Chengge blocked the arrows attacking from the side, while resisting Yang Lei's attack with ease, said: "I can't get any cheap." He expressed Yang Lei's thoughts.

Fucheng spoke slowly, but the knife got faster and faster, driving Yang Lei into a corner. Fucheng's words deeply hurt Yang Lei's self-esteem.

At this time, Fucheng made a decision that Yang Lei did not expect.Fucheng put away the saber and put it back into its sheath.

Yang Lei gritted his teeth, unable to figure out what Fu Cheng wanted to do.

Fucheng had seen enough of the Mongolian scimitar's posture, and decided to end the battle quickly.

Fucheng stepped on the pile of firewood next to him, and leaped high with the strength of the low wall of the ruined temple. He held the handle of the knife tightly, the tiger's mouth tightened, and quickly drew the knife. As a white light, it came towards Yang Lei with incomparable precision.

The only word Yang Lei thought of in an instant was this, precise.Without any extra movements, the angle at which the knife fell was extremely precise to cover Yang Lei's face.

After the cut, Yang Lei was a little dazed. He slowly opened his collar, a swollen red mark, bloodshot, ran over the chest where the heart was from the right side of the neck, all the way to the left waist.

Yang Lei's throat was swollen from the beating, he had difficulty breathing, and he felt pain and fear belatedly.

If, if Fu Cheng had a real knife in his hand, then he would have died long ago.The so-called equality is nothing but a delusional illusion.I was able to go through seventy moves because I couldn't kill people because of Fucheng.

Yang Lei's only advantage is the first move.But now, Fucheng defeated him with the same moves as him, which was a top-down mockery, perfunctory like teasing a cat.

Yang Lei is not qualified to fight Fucheng, let alone see his last secret.

Out of fear, Yang Lei finally felt angry. He hated Fucheng's expression, and the assassination was not equal from the beginning.But he was quite rational, and he was not dazzled by anger. Yang Lei blew a whistle with all his strength, and said angrily, "Retreat first——"

The loud whistle echoed over the ruined temple. After the whistle, there was silence all around. Yang Lei seemed to realize something, and opened his eyes wide in horror.

The swordsmen who came with him were all wiped out during this battle. Zhou Xuanyi stood among the dead, watching him silently.

Zhou Xuanyi was panting slightly, the tip of his knife was still dripping blood, and the blood beads fell down the sword, reflecting a dead man's face, the expression on that man's face was extremely surprised, it seemed that he was killed by a knife before he had time to react .

What about his archers?Yang Lei looked up and looked around.None of the six crossbowmen survived.Blood flowed down the corners of their mouths, slid down the ruined temple wall, flowed to the base of the wall, and seeped into the soil.

The wall of the ruined temple was stained red with blood, and Yang Lei's eyes suddenly turned red. It was the blood of his teammates.

Yang Lei stared intently at the wall. Beside the dead body of the archer stood a little girl in red. She was holding two Emei thorns, standing like a pine tree, with a crescent crescent on top of her head. The little girl was tall and straight. , Jin Ling and Yang Lei looked at the wind.Jin Ling is very different from her usual innocent look, her eyes are very familiar to Yang Lei, the murderous coldness and hardness.

Fucheng and Jinling have a good understanding, and Fucheng's words to let Jinling hide are simply a cover, so that everyone can let go of their vigilance against Jinling and ignore the existence of Jinling in the ruined temple, so that Jinling can remain silent. approached Yang Lei's archer, and killed him with one move before the opponent could react.

Not only Yang Lei, but even Zhou Xuanyi frowned. In his eyes, Jin Ling was a cute little girl, Zhou Xuanyi was extremely shocked by such a look.Zhou Xuanyi suddenly discovered that he did not know the little girl Jin Ling.

Yang Lei figured out the secret at that moment. Fucheng was able to survive because he had a knife behind him, and this knife was Jinling.

Fucheng is indecisive and cannot kill, he needs the existence of Jinling to kill the enemy for him.

How stupid, these swordsmen claim to be smart, they always make up all kinds of legends about how invincible Fucheng is, they fabricate all kinds of exaggerated tricks and secrets, but they ignore Fucheng's side The most harmless golden bell.Jinling has followed Fucheng for five years. Five years ago, Jinling was just a child. No one would doubt a child. People naturally regard girls as weak, forgetting how much power they can explode.