Just before this moment, Huang Yishi thought that the matter about Bu Renlao and Bu Renren was just a lie carefully fabricated by Ouyang Yiyi. The goal is to attract his attention and distract himself so that he can find an opportunity to sneak up.

But now, Bu Renlao's appearance told Huang Yishi that Ouyang Yiyi's words were true. At the very least, a large part of it is real. Bu Renlao made a move, so Bu Renren would never just sit back and watch. And the two of them belong to the Criminal Department. So at this moment, it means that the Criminal Department has taken action to interfere in this battle between the Biandan Gang and the Horror Alliance.

In this way, the nature of the matter is completely different from before. Because the Biandan Gang completely follows the route of the grassroots level of the market, there is no relationship in the imperial court. It's barely possible to fight against a horror alliance. But if the Terror Alliance is involved in the power of the imperial court, then even if it is only the strength of some people in the imperial court, it is by no means something that the Biantan Gang can resist.

Therefore, at that moment, Huang Yishi's heart continued to sink downward, and he was chilled all over. He was almost desperate.

"Huh~"

The black light flickered, silent, like a dream. Huang Yishi hadn't even figured out whether this black light really existed, or if he was just hallucinating in a desperate situation. Immediately, I heard a muffled sound of "dong ~".

There was only one muffled sound, but there were two people who made it. It was Zhu Rushi and Ouyang Yiyi. The two of them fell to the ground with their backs to the sky, their eyes sticking out like goldfish, and their faces were full of shock, panic, and disbelief. In their throats, too, there is a knife!

The blade to the handle is only three inches and three thirds. The blade is pitch black, and the hilt is pitch black. This small, small, incomprehensible knife is exactly - Tanhua Flying Knife!

Perhaps, not really. Because of the legend of the Tanhua Flying Knife, it will only belong to Xiaole Tanhua Le Shengge alone. The flying knife used from other people's hands, even if all the tricks of the knife are the true transmission of the "Sword Saint", no matter how much you cultivate it, it is not a Tanhua Flying Knife after all. Because from beginning to end, there is only one little music to explore flowers.

Therefore, the flying knife issued by Cheng Li may be said to belong to him, the "Black Evil God Monarch" - the Black Evil Flying Knife.

But people like Bu Renlao will never understand the truth of this. So when he suddenly saw Zhu Ruis and Ouyang Yiyi falling, he was shocked all over. Then he lost his soul and lost his soul, just staring at his eyes to the limit, staring at the two small black flying knives. There was a gurgling in the depths of his throat, as if he wanted to scream something, but he couldn't do it anyway. Finally......

"Probe, probe, probe flower flying knife!"

Heart-rending cries poured out from the deepest part of Bu Renlao's throat like a volcanic eruption, and even the pouring rain outside could not hide the call.

Bu Renlao really couldn't imagine why in the legend, all the flying knives that only belonged to the "Sword Saint" suddenly appeared here? No matter how you thought about it, it couldn't be that the "Sword Saint" himself was resurrected, and he happened to come to this broken house, right? Could it be that someone was impersonating? But Zhu Rushi and Ouyang Yiyi are also rare good hands among the younger generation, and they can kill them as soon as they make a move.

The doubts were not solved, the shouts did not fall, Bu Renlao did not think twice, let go of the pair of tiger grips that held Huang Yishi's shoulders, and without hesitation, turned around and fled. At the same time, the two hands that grabbed Huang Yishi's legs also retracted into the dirt with a "sigh~". Even Li Xiaoji, who was slashed by an acacia knife on his arm before, gritted his teeth and turned around and rushed desperately into the heavy rain.

Huang Yishi stood in place, for a moment, although he was full of gratitude, he was also inexplicable, and he couldn't understand what was going on at all. Suddenly, the pupils of his eyes contracted sharply, and he blurted out, "Li Xiaoji, your waist!"

"What the hell?"

Although he heard Huang Yishi's shout clearly, Li Xiaoji also had some doubts about it. However, the speed of his running did not slow down in the slightest, but even increased a lot. At the same time, he used his still intact hand to swing backwards, and suddenly hit out seventeen or eighteen hidden weapons.

At this moment, Li Xiaoji no longer wants to hurt people, but only wants to be able to block the pursuers coming from behind a little, in exchange for his chance to escape. And, as expected, he succeeded. Li Xiaoji clearly saw that he had successfully stayed away from the dilapidated house and away from Huang Yishi. At this distance, no matter how high Huang Yishi's light skills are, he will definitely not be able to catch up.

It's true, it's clear. And it is the left eye that clearly sees the right half of his body, and the right eye that clearly sees the left half of his body. Both eyes saw their other half clearly.

But...... Wait! With the structure of a human body, how can it be possible for the left and right eyes to see half of one's own body at the same time?

Yes, indeed. When a person separates his head and body into two halves, he can naturally see his left and right sides of his body at the same time. But to achieve such a miraculous and incredible result, there are not many forces in the world today that can do it.

The "three knives of broken strings" is one of them.

Three knives are broken, and people can't see them. If we see each other, people are like broken strings.

Even if it is not as exciting as the Knife Saint Flying Knife, it has even become a symbol of some kind of faith. However, the three knives of broken strings created by the chief executioner of the criminal department by cutting off people's heads are definitely more shocking than the flying knives of the sword saint.

But no matter how fast the three knives are broken, after a person is cut in half, he will die after all. The difference is just that you die a little later. So at the same moment when Li Xiaoji finally found out that he had been cut in half, his consciousness also stopped sharply, because he had completely lost the ability to "think". In his consciousness, there was only a boundless darkness.

The blood was soaring, and even in the pouring rain, it could not be covered. This large canopy of bloody arrows splashed out, and in the heavy rain, a person's figure was vaguely outlined. At first, the figure was red with blood. But then, the blood was washed away by the rain, and a black shadow appeared. Then, the black shadow quickly faded, revealing a face that was extremely familiar to Huang Yishi.

Huang Yishi was stunned. Even if he dreamed, he didn't expect to be here, and at this time, in this way, he would see this person. His lips trembled slightly, and he finally muttered two words. As for these two words, what is contained in these two words is joy, reassurance, shame, surprise, apology, and even ...... Is it hatred? Even Huang Yishi himself can't tell the difference.

Cheng ...... Less?!"

Holding a silver-white long knife "Jiuyao". Cheng Li stood still, his eyes were like cold stars, he looked at Huang Yishi and nodded slightly. But he didn't speak, just immediately turned around and looked at Bu Renlao, who was running away quickly. Suddenly, without hesitation, he raised his knife and threw it away.

The light of the knife was like electricity, cutting through the sky, but it was not cut at Bu Renlao, but it was only halfway through, and it had already fallen to the ground, and the blade pierced deep into the ground, reaching the end to the handle. I don't know if it's an illusion. Huang Yishi always felt as if he had heard a scream, or a **. But then, there was no more silence.

Bu Renlao also heard this**. His body shuddered, knowing that someone was finished. But not only did he not feel sad, but he was very happy. Tighter speed escape. But in the next moment, Bu Renlao felt heartache.

The sudden, heartache without any warning in advance completely crushed Bu Renlao at once. Unable to run his true qi smoothly anymore, he stumbled on the spot and fell into the rain and mud.

Bu Renlao hissed, barely struggling to raise his head, trying to know what had knocked him down. But he could see nothing, and then he fell down and never moved again. Even to death, he didn't see the thing that knocked him down.

But Huang Yishi saw it. It's a knife again, and it's a jet-black throwing knife. It was upright and stuck in the back of Bu Renlao's head. It's the same as the knife stuck in the throats of Zhu Rushi and Ouyang Yiyi.

The one who sent out this flying knife was, of course, Cheng Li. He stepped forward absentmindedly, and with a flick of his hand, he withdrew the pitch-black throwing knife. Immediately afterwards, he walked to the side of "Jiuyao" and grabbed the handle of the knife and lifted it up. When the long knife was lifted, a large hole was cracked in the ground at the same time, and then what was originally buried in the dirt was exposed to broad daylight.

People, dead people. A short, fat dead man. He was lying like a toad in the dirt. All over the body, with only a small wound on the back. This wound, of course, will only be left by "Jiuyao".

"Jiuyao" is forged with the unique empty glass star gold of the glaze family. Such a trivial thing as not getting blood on the ground is just a basic operation. Cheng Li casually put the long knife into the scabbard behind his back. Then look at the big dirt pit at your feet and the dead man of Humpty Dumpty, and then look at Huang Yishi standing a full twenty steps away. I couldn't help but shake my head.

"In just such a short period of time, I was able to dig such a long tunnel in the dirt and throw it so far. This Humpty Dumpty is quite powerful. Just because he practiced the art with such a hand, it was almost the same as the mythical Tuxing Sun. ”

“...... His nickname is Tuxingsun. Because he not only has the ability to do this hand, but also his real surname is Sun. The apprentice of the Nine Shadows of Changshan Shenjun, the grandson of Tuxing is unfair. On the rivers and lakes, it is also quite famous. ”

Huang Yishi replied completely instinctively. But then, he came back to his senses, his eyes returned to clear, and he shouted, "Cheng Shao, it's really you?!"

Cheng Li nodded, walked back into the dilapidated house, stretched out his hand and patted Huang Yishi's shoulder, and sighed: "That's right, it's really me." Alas, little stone, what's the matter with you. Why do I have to save you every time I meet you? Could it be that in my last life, I borrowed a lot of money from you, but I never paid it back?"