Desperately, Lang Jun kept muttering: "Impossible, impossible."

He didn't believe it, he didn't believe that his most confident move could be caught by someone else's one hand, to be exact, it only used two fingers.

This is very big, there are a lot of people, of course there are not a few powerful people, but there are not many, after all, the master is not as easy as planting onions, as long as the seeds are sprinkled, they can grow, which requires great opportunities and perseverance, there are few people who meet opportunities, and people with perseverance are rare, so everyone has a heart that stands at the top, but there are very few people who really stand at the top.

In this way, in the vast rivers and lakes, in the vast sea of people, it is not easy to meet a master, and it is even more difficult to fight with it.

Desperate Lang Jun already belongs to the lucky category of people, he has encountered not many crises, and in the few crises, his arc knife has successfully saved his life, so he is very lucky.

But he was not lucky, this time he met a very powerful master, and with very light tricks, he broke the "arc knife" that he was very confident in.

It may be that his luck has been squandered before.

The imp caught the flying knife, looked at it roughly, and said, "This flying knife is exquisitely made, and the material is also very special, if it really pierces into the body, it will be a big trouble." He turned his head to look at the desperate Lang Jun who still hadn't recovered from the shock, and then said: "It can be seen that you are very scheming, and I am afraid that someone else has been planted under your flying knife, such a ruthless person can't stay, so you must die."

His voice fell, and with two fingers, the sharp flying knife was broken in half with a "snap", and one radius fell straight to the ground, and half of it tossed a few times in mid-air, and plunged straight into the wooden table.

The knife was broken, and the sound was crisp and pleasant, but it fell on the ears of the desperate Lang Jun, but it was tantamount to the urging of the imp from hell, one by one, the sound was urging.

It was the knife that was broken, and it was also his heart, the heart that has always been confident in himself.

Once the heart is destroyed, people will naturally be destroyed, just like the current desperate Langjun, who knelt on the ground with devastation, and even the most instinctive thoughts of people to escape were gone.

He still kept sniffing himself: "Why is this happening, why is this happening?" but no matter how much he asked, he couldn't get the answer he wanted.

The voice of the imp came to mind above his head, "I'll tell you why, because your heart is no longer pure."

Desperately, Lang Jun was puzzled and looked up: "Impure?"

He was looking forward to the answer of the imp, but the imp didn't give him a chance, he swiped the fan, very slowly, very slowly, that was for the desperate Langjun, because he could clearly see the trajectory of the fan in his eyes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He's dead, his throat cut and bleeding slowly.

One blow to seal the throat, do not drag the mud and water.

Don't think about it, it must be the masterpiece of the imp, and everyone who dies under his hands will die in the same way.

The imp looked at his corpse and said slowly: "Because you have innocent blood on your hands, you won't have a pure martial arts heart, so how can you have powerful moves." ”

He was explaining, but he couldn't hear it.

Even so, he said it, because he couldn't hear it, but someone could hear it.

This is counsel and a warning.

Counsel those who have not yet lost their hearts, warn those who are losing their hearts.

Zuo Daoke clapped his hands and said, "That's right, what this brother said is exactly what I want, it's rare to have such a thought."

He didn't forget to say to the fast swordsman: "I won, you lost."

Obviously, people didn't bet with him at all, but he kept talking to himself.

But the fast swordsman wouldn't say that, if he was bored, he would never say it.

The imp took out the notebook from his arms, opened it, and tore a page from it, and the page fluttered, slowly falling in front of the desperate Langjun who was already dead.

This is his logo, every time he kills a target, he will tear off a page of paper, the paper is not empty, it is densely written, it is all the evil things that the target did in his life, and with the death of the target, this page has to be abandoned, which is considered to be a burial.

Changqing's eyes were sharp, he could see clearly, most of the book had been torn off, and there was not much left, and a page represented a person's life...... How many people should have died at his hands?

I'm afraid the number is hard to imagine.

At this time, the left swordsman suddenly said: "It seems that you and I can't compete with each other today."

There have been so many accidents, it is really unexpected, where is there still emotions to compare.

The fast swordsman nodded slightly, he had this premonition for a long time.

Zuo Daoke said: "Actually, why should we be like this, wouldn't it be better to be friends, and we can also drink together and talk about our hearts.

The fast swordsman finally asked, "What?"

Zuo Daoke said: "I look down on fame and fortune, and I know that I want to make more friends, and it is much better to have more friends than one more enemy.......

The fast swordsman said coldly: "I only have a sword."

The meaning couldn't be clearer, he didn't want a friend, just a sword.

Zuo Daoke said helplessly: "You must fight me?"

The fast swordsman said, "Definitely."

Zuo Daoke said: "That's good, but today must not work, so it's better to take advantage of today, while we can still sit down peacefully face to face, go and have a drink, and bring the brother in white over there, the little brother who spoke very well before, and the ......"

Wearing white clothes is naturally urging the little ghost, and the little brother refers to the evergreen.

Zuo Dao Keben wanted to say that he was with Changqing, but Huiyuan, who was with Changqing, was a monk, and he forgot that monks had rules and could not drink alcohol and eat meat, so he organized the language well and said: "Monks can't drink, so it's okay to drink tea on the side." He was asking Huiyuan, but how could Huiyuan reply to his words now, and it was estimated that he didn't have the heart to drink tea.

Although Hui Yuan didn't speak, the white-clothed imp opened his mouth and slapped the left knife man in the face with one mouth.

He replied with only two words: "No." Turning around and walking in the direction of the door, that is to get out of the inn.

His target is dead, so there's no need to stay any longer.

The left swordsman was rarely speechless, and it took a long time to pout: "Weirdos, they're all weirdos."

The fast swordsman is already very ruthless, but he didn't expect the white-clothed one to be even more ruthless, in vain he praised him for what he said, but he didn't even give a little face, the left swordsman wondered: Is it that the current masters are very weird.

Urging the little ghost to go to the door and open the door, the snow outside the house has not weakened at all, there are still big and dense snowflakes, and the cold air blows from the door, it is really cold.

He lifted his foot, looked ahead, and suddenly retracted it, his eyes puzzled, more interested, as if he had found something very interesting, interesting enough to make him retreat.

He said, "I didn't expect this place to be so good for seeing the living dead."

He smiled as he spoke, and that was the first time I had seen him smile when I came into the house.

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