Chapter 35: The Killer III

The horses' hooves shared the scent of cherry blossoms, and the two rode on their horses, gently shaking the reins, their eyes fixed on the sun, which was about to sink in the sky. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Thin pieces of orange light poured into the eyes of the two of them, and their eyes were a little intoxicated. The two horses stopped while walking, and went to the grass on the side of the road.

Li Ziqian stroked the smooth horse's mane, fixed his eyes on the grass that had been chewed a small bite, and said: "It's been almost a day, why do you plan to continue to follow?"

After Xiang Yiming heard this, he didn't speak, just clasped his hand on the knife, and his blue eyes were not shocked.

The two of them knew early on that someone was following behind, and when they saw that it was getting late, they always had to choose a chance to meet!

After the words fell, after a brief silence.

There was a slight noise behind the two of them, and Snow Goose and Drift covered their entire bodies in black drapes. A dagger rusted on the cuffs of the duo's big shackles, the hallmark of their killer door.

Hearing the sound, Li Ziqian and Xiang Yiming pulled the reins, causing the horse to turn in a different direction. Their eyes were directed towards them.

"Killer Gate?"

Li Ziqian looked at the cuffs of the two, his eyes narrowed to show caution, staggered his gaze, looked sideways at Xiang Yiming, and said, "Brother Xiang Xian should go first! This matter has nothing to do with you." ā€

Without answering, Xiang Yiming pulled the reins and took a step forward, looked at the snow geese under the big goose, and said, "Have we seen each other?"

"No, all those who saw me were dead. ā€

Snow Goose replied in a cold tone, and the dagger in the cuff was mentioned in his hand. The wanderer on her side didn't look at the two people on the horse, buried his head and wrenched his fingers, and counted over and over again: "One..." Two.. One.."

"It's all dead!" Xiang Yiming read this, turned his head and waved his hand with the sword, grinning, "You heard, whether I can leave or not, the result seems to be the same." ā€

After a pause, Xiang Yiming stopped, turned his head to look at the two people standing under the tree, and said, "In this case, I want to see how confident they are in saying this." ā€

Li Ziqian looked at the young man's back, smiled bitterly, didn't say anything more, and pulled the reins to block in front of Xiang Yiming.

The killer who lost the opportunity was like a bat exposed to the sun, Xue Yan looked at Li Ziqian on horseback with a hesitant face, she had heard of the Xia League, and naturally knew the trickiness of the person on horseback.

"It's really boring!"

Liuli suddenly stopped her movements, she tilted her head to look at Li Ziqian and Xiang Yiming on horseback, laughed stupidly, and her body moved like a feather floating in the air.

"Featherman?"

Li Ziqian squinted, and the ink ruler behind him was pulled out by him, and he slashed forward to smash the afterimage that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Liuluo walked lightly, looking at the ink ruler in Li Ziqian's hand stupidly, and the dagger in her hands turned quickly.

Faced with the sudden displacement, the snow goose on one side shook his head helplessly. Exile is a special feature at Killer Gate. The exile who is not exposed to the sun is a latent bat, but the exile who is exposed to the sun is like a beast of prey.

She craves blood, and if the prey is not bleeding, then it will be herself!

"You drag that young man, he and I will solve it!" Looking at the displacement that could not be hit, Xue Yan opened his mouth without any fluctuations in his emotions.

"That young man looks so weak, I don't want to go. ā€

Wandering shook his head, a foolish laugh came out of her mouth, and he tilted his head to look at Li Ziqian on horseback, and the dagger in his hand smacked. Her body moved again, like a ghost.

The horse neighed, and the drift cut a deep hole in the horse's belly, and the body moved and pulled the slightly drooping mane upward, and the dagger in his hand flashed with a cold light and stabbed on the ink ruler.

Their eyes met, watching the sparks from the metal slash through the gap between them.

The steed snorted, and the gash in its stomach made it ache. It began to run wildly, and the whole horse shook violently.

"You have to sit still."

The dagger was pressed against the ink ruler, and he lowered his body, leaning his face close to Li Ziqian, and looked at each other. Then her hands suddenly exerted force, and her whole body rose again and fell to the ground.

Before the words could be dispersed, when Li Ziqian pulled the reins and knew that he could not stabilize the horse, he rolled the saddle and fell off the horse in the bumpy, turned on the ground for a few weeks, and the cold light of the dagger appeared again in his eyes.

"It's fun, you're more interesting than anyone I've seen before."

The dagger was inserted into the dirt, and he smiled as he threw himself at Li Ziqian again.

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At this time, the snow goose and Xiang Yiming had already exchanged hands, and the horse's hooves stepped towards the snow goose and she easily avoided it.

Although her skills have not been left with agility, her long-term training and tasks have also made her skills different from ordinary people.

Whenever Snow Goose stabbed Xiang Yiming with a dagger, her hand would pause, as if she was doing something wrong.

Xiang Yiming also noticed the snow goose's movements, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. The gauze was lifted, but the knife hidden in the scabbard was never pulled out.

The wind is blowing, the cherry blossoms are flying, and this place is already the edge of Xuzhou. But the cherry blossoms still spread.

"Why don't you draw your sword?"

Xue Yan glanced at the displacement who was frantically attacking Li Ziqian, the dagger he was holding loosened and clenched, clenched and loosened, and slowly asked Xiang Yiming on horseback.

"There's no killing intent in your dagger? ā€

Xiang Yiming turned over and dismounted, pressed the knife into the soil, his blue eyes hooked up a smile, and looked at the snow goose that suddenly stopped not far away.

The words fell into Snow Goose's ears, and she staggered Xiang Yiming's eyes. His hesitant eyes turned cold quickly, and as if he had made a decision, he stretched out his hand and waved his cuff.

More than a dozen black darts suddenly flew out towards Xiang Yiming, and her body also moved.

The black dart landed in Xiang Yiming's eyes, and the overlord knife he pressed lifted up, and spun in his hand to deflect the oncoming dagger.

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A dozen or so darts were deflected into the dirt, making a sound through the wind. Xiang Yiming's rotating sword hadn't stopped, he just saw the snow goose rushing towards him, the dagger in his hand flashing with cold light.

"Draw your sword!"

Xue Yan snorted softly, leaned closer, and turned his wrist to drive the dagger in his hand towards Xiang Yiming's neck.

Chill, biting chill. Xiang Yiming's blue eyes finally changed, he hurriedly avoided the dagger, took a step back, and the overlord knife in his hand turned in the air, and then the entire blade was pulled out of the scabbard.

The blade slashed quickly and ruthlessly towards the snow goose approaching again, and the silver-white blade fell into the snow goose's pupils, and she suddenly lost her mind, and her body brushed the blade diagonally. His right arm was cut by the blade of the knife, and a large area of red was stained on the skull.

Her behavior fell in Xiang Yiming's eyes, and the knife in his hand stopped after cutting it down, looking at the snow goose that was rubbing the ground at this time, covering the wound and retreating, and did not chase it: "Why stop, the killer shouldn't be like this!"