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The sword light slashed down, and it was slashing in the center of the rushing crowd.

Suddenly, an unstoppable force forced the visitor to lean to the sides, just enough to open a gap half a person wide.

The half-human-wide gap didn't look big, but the knife light was narrow enough for it to pass through the crowd smoothly.

The bald man had made a plan from the beginning, he let his men rush forward, and with the help of more people as cover, he quietly hid in it and quickly retreated to the door, taking the opportunity to flee quickly.

Looking at his skillful footsteps, it is not difficult to see that he has had many such experiences.

In fact, he is one step away from success. In front of him was the threshold, and at most he took another step, and beyond that threshold, it was outside the snow-covered house. At that time, the snowflakes were flying, large and dense, except for a piece of white, it was difficult to see other colors, and it was easy to blend into this heavy snow, on the contrary, in such a bad weather that greatly obstructed the vision, it would be quite difficult to find someone.

He had already thought of many factors, as long as he crossed the threshold, there would be more escape routes.

It's just that this step seems so short, but it can't be reached, it's obviously in front of you, but it's tantamount to the sky.

He wanted to speak, afraid that a mouth would spew out the hot stream that was stuck in his throat.

His feet were unusually heavy, as if they had been filled with lead, and he couldn't lift them, so he struggled and dragged his feet, and one of them became unsteady and fell to the ground.

His vision became blurred, and the person was still in the house, and it was like snowflakes floating in front of him, and he couldn't see clearly. So he tried to keep his eyes open, and stretched out his hand vigorously to reach the threshold that was close at hand. It's just that the arm has just reached the halfway point, and the feeling of powerlessness invades the whole body, even if it struggles, it is finally powerless, and the hand slowly collapses on the ground.

His man was also slumped on the ground, lifeless, dead.

The only conspicuous thing is the steel knife that is stuck straight in the back of the heart, and the tip of the knife has been deeply sunk, and it seems that it is afraid that it will be worn through the heart.

For a while, the room was quiet again, and even a needle on the ground was clearly audible.

So the footsteps that came to mind at this time were undoubtedly the loudest sound in this inn.

The sound of footsteps came from the left swordsman, and he slowly stepped forward, just like that, he passed by the people who had wanted to kill him before, and now they were all as motionless as if they had clicked on the hole, and it was strange to say that he was able to pass through the gap half a person wide, dignified and safe, and walked to the side of the bald man. I didn't touch a single person along the way, and not even the wind that drove me blew the corners of people's clothes.

"Poof" slashed through the dull sound of the flesh, and the left knifeman pulled out the knife inserted in the bald strong man's body, the knife surface was smooth, and there were traces of blood dripping down the tip of the knife, dripping on the placket of the strong man's clothes, and the red at the knife edge fused into one.

The knife is an extraordinary knife, it is still not bloody, it is smooth and smooth, and when you look closely, it seems to be more brilliant than before, and it is as if it has just been taken from the hands of a knifesmith.

The fame of his left knife is great, and the fame of the knife is also great, called "morning dew".

It's hard to imagine that such a murderous knife would have a particularly elegant name, which sounds very inconsistent with the domineering spirit of the knife, but has more of a pretentious commotion.

In fact, every time this knife kills people and sees blood, it will become new and bright, like morning dew.

The morning dew represents the beginning of the day, and the "morning dew" represents a new life.

The left swordsman turned back and sat down at the table, the fast swordsman frowning slightly.

The left swordsman's robe is swung up, revealing his right arm, and a centipede-like scar on his arm is slashed from the crook of the arm to the wrist. He said: "Actually, since I was separated from you, my wounds have been painful all the time, and I always think of you. “

The left swordsman put down the knife, the sharp edge disappeared for a moment, and returned to the person with the usual smile before, and said: "However, I just think of you when I think of you, I just miss you, although you have a strange temper and talk a little less, but in general, you are a good person, and I quite want to be friends with you." He turned to the bald man and muttered, "I don't like that kind of person very much, just a person who doesn't care about his brother's life or death, no different from a stab in the back." He felt that it was not enough, and nodded again: "I am still a person who has a clear distinction between good and evil." “

In the gap between speaking, someone finally reacted and trembled his voice: "Boss, boss, he's dead." “

A word woke up more people who were still confused, like a big dream, the dream woke up, the person woke up, when he woke up, sweating profusely, wet the clothes on his back, not because the temperature was too hot, but because his back was numb and felt too cold.

yes, the bosses are dead, what are we going to do?

Is it to avenge the boss?

Looking at the left swordsman in a blink of an eye, the man was at ease, as if nothing had happened, but everything had already happened.

Only now did I know that this ordinary-looking person was so terrifying.

"The devil. One person screamed and crawled out, and then the second person, the third person, boom, the inn became a pot of porridge, and they all ran desperately towards the door.

The chaos is sudden, and the quiet is sudden.

When the noisy noise subsided, all that was left behind were the spectators in the inn before, the corpses and the unconscious people in the same place.

Those who wanted to leave were all gone, except for those who couldn't and those who couldn't.

A comatose person wants to walk but can't, and a dead person wants to walk but can't.

The rivers and lakes are like this, full of murderous aura, except for the living who are dead.

Changqing, who was watching from the sidelines, had known this truth for a long time, and he had been there for ten years, so the moment he came down the mountain, he was ready to see that moment.

He came down the mountain for his purpose, and before this purpose was achieved, he told himself that he must not die, so in order not to die, he must be vigilant and make himself strong enough.

He didn't have a choice before, so he went up the mountain, and now he has a choice, and he feels that it is not enough, he has to be stronger, just like the fast swordsman and the left swordsman sitting at the central table.

On the contrary, Huiyuan never knew what the rivers and lakes were like, and even the master rarely mentioned the words "rivers and lakes" in front of him. lived a quiet and peaceful life on the mountain, how could he know that going down the mountain was so bloody and killing, which was very different from his innocent and kind heart, and also very different from the harmonious life and people who lived in harmony under the mountain he thought of.

He is very unaccustomed to it, and he also doesn't want to get used to it, the rich bloody gas flowing in the air makes him feel very uncomfortable, he wants to be disgusting but can't vomit, caught in two contradictory situations, Rao is stamina is very firm, and he can't stand it.

Then his face became pale, and he became even paler as time went on.

Huiyuan finally didn't want to see such a scene, closed his eyes, and silently recited the scriptures.

The first is to meditate, the second is to transcend the dead, and the third is to wish that there will be no more killing.

It's just that many things don't just go as they want, just like many people don't want to die, but they have to die.

This is the rivers and lakes, a place where dead and living people keep appearing, and killings keep happening.

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