The strong man enjoyed their frightened eyes, becoming more and more proud, and for a while confidence filled his chest, feeling that there was nothing to be afraid of in this world, and his image was particularly tall and bright. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He laughed, arrogant, and pointed at the two of Changqing: "You guys, come out for me." ”

"Crunch" the old wooden door remembered the tired voice again.

This sound was surprisingly obvious at this time.

Many times, there is no right or wrong, only good and bad timing.

The sound of this door was clearly not at the right time.

When someone is frightened, they probably guess that it is time for this door to disappear.

Some people even thought: Maybe the person who came should have disappeared too.

Outside the door,

A lonely person, with a lonely sword at his waist, standing alone in the snow, but there is a kind of sharpness of the cold mang, which is colder than the cold air on his face, so cold that when he looks at him, his hairs will blow up.

This is a sign of danger and a sign of death.

The strong man only knew that the sound of the door disturbed him, and subconsciously shouted: "Who is looking for death?"

A light lit up in front of them, and everyone only saw a light, the light flashed away, and the next second a thin blood gas sprung up, sprinkling a piece of red on the fur carpet, and the blood gas splashed far away, and when the sound of the stove was heard, there was a faint blood gas drifting away.

The strong man fell to the ground with a bang, one head threw an arc, and "Gollum" flew far away, flying to the feet of a person who was pale with fright and overflowing with horror.

When he stopped, the severed head looked upwards and his expression was dazed, obviously everything was happening too fast, and he didn't have time to react.

The lonely man outside the door was still standing, but his movements had changed, and his hand had been clasped to the sword at his waist. The sword is still in the scabbard, and no one sees when the sword is swung, and no one sees whether the sword is swung or not.

His grip on the hilt of his sword finally rested, and he followed his footsteps into the inn. The snow stains on the soles of his shoes quickly turned into water under the baking of the heat, leaving wet marks on the blanket with gray and black earth as he walked.

He slowly walked to the table opposite the door and sat down, took his sword, and placed it on the right hand side of the table.

The table seemed to have been specially reserved for him, and all the people in the inn sat around it, but no one moved there.

At this time, the person who looked scared when his head fell at his feet suddenly changed his expression, hooked the corners of his mouth, and left a playful smile. “

The swordsman then took off the hat he was wearing, revealing a stubble-stubble face, visible as a long scar on his right eye, which ran from his eyebrows to the stork's bone, bringing a hint of ferocity to his melancholy face.

The head flew to another person, the person caught it steadily, stopped the head in mid-air for a moment, toe up, heel kicking, played several flower jobs in succession, won a lot of applause, Xing was tired of playing, felt bored, and then stepped on his feet, and said: "The sword of the fast swordsman is indeed faster than before, but the people are also slower than before, so it is really boring for our group of people to wait, if it were not for your reputation and the expectation of exquisite duels, I would not have the leisure to wait." He paused, and then continued: "They just played a big scene with this person, and even I have to praise myself for being able to perform that expression of horror and excitement, fear and expectation. I thought that I would pay so much and be able to see interesting scenes, hey, it really disappointed me, it's not interesting, it's not interesting. ”

Someone scoffed: "I saw that you were quite happy to cooperate just now, but I didn't see any boring meaning." ”

The man was dissatisfied: "If I say it's boring, it's boring, what do you want to fight?"

"Drink, I don't dare to touch the brows of the desperate Langjun, desperate Langjun is desperate to die, but I don't want to die yet. ”

Desperate Lang Jun was even more dissatisfied: "You are not interesting." He was in a very unhappy mood, since he was unhappy, he wanted to vent, but there was no one to vent, so he had to vent to the head of the dead man, kicked the dead man's head away, the force was so great, smashed the door, smashed the old wooden door open a big crack, the head flew out of the crack, still can't stop castration, flew away.

Huiyuan is a monk, although the master has not taught too many truths, but he is pure and kind in nature, and he has spent time in the mountains since he was a child, and the birds and beasts on the mountain have not harmed, how can he see such a murderous scene, bloody and violent, Rao is his heart is so, and he can't help but be indignant, and said loudly: "Why are you so cruel, you can still say such things when you see people die, and you will lose your humanity when you do such things, and sooner or later you will be punished." ”

"Haha. The crowd laughed.

Desperate Lang Jun also smiled, smiling so brightly: "You little monk, you look sullen, you talk much more interesting than those people, I don't care about your verbal mistakes if you can make me laugh." But I don't care, it doesn't mean that others don't care, I advise you, you can eat indiscriminately, and you can't talk nonsense, otherwise people will be like that dead man, and they will be clicked. He stretched out his hand into a knife and slashed it on his neck, the meaning was obvious, that is, the head was divided, and his life was whimpered.

"You. Huiyuan was still about to argue, but he heard a roar outside the door, as if there were waves rolling in.

Everyone heard it, so they all tensed and looked at each other.

The fast swordsman who had not spoken all this time also turned his head at this time, unable to see what his expression was.

A powerful wave of qi rushed in with goose feathers and snowflakes that had been stirred into slag, and rushed open the wooden door.

Immediately, the temperature in the house dropped again and again, the cold filled the room, and the bonfire shook violently, and the flames flickered and flickered, and they were about to be extinguished, struggling between extinguishing and not extinguishing.

The lights were dim, almost dull.

Fortunately, that unknown momentum came and went quickly.

The flames swayed, and finally resisted the invading cold wind, slowly expanded, and shone again, and the room returned to its previous appearance as if it were day, but the people present no longer had the previous playful faces, but they were full of dense clouds, and the serious could not be serious.

The atmosphere was gloomy for a while, flowing in everyone's hearts.

Here it comes. No one spoke, but everyone already knew.

The momentum dissipated, the wooden door slowly closed with the old sound, and when it was about to be killed, the knife shone brightly, and a bright knife appeared horizontally in Dangyang, just inserted in the gap where there was still a trace of it.

The knife swung sideways, "snap", the wooden door opened for the second time, the line of sight was clear, and along the knife I saw a big hand that was not heavy, but also powerful.

Then I saw the man standing outside the door holding a knife.

The man was wearing thick grass boots, and his long robe was wrapped casually, and the robe was drooping down, almost dragging to the ground, but fortunately the man was tall.

He entered the door, looked left and right, and said, "There are quite a few people here today." Seeing the person at the table not far from the door, the corners of his mouth went up, and he walked over with a harmless smile.

When the fast swordsman saw that person appear, his eyes flashed, and his eyes burned on that person, as if there was only that person in this room, in fact, he only saw that person at this moment.

The sword had no scabbard, and it was best for the man to face the fast swordsman, with the knife on the left hand side, placed with the sword.

With a knife in his left hand, the man looked undoubtedly left-handed.

There are not many left-handed people, and even fewer left-handed knives.

He was one of them, and he was quite famous. At least everyone here knows him, except for Changqing, who drinks tea silently, and Huiyuan, who is angry.

His name is like his man, simple and straightforward, left swordsman.

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