When this third ironic sentence was uttered by a killer, a ripple rippled in the hearts of all three people.

They all glanced at the corpse that Lin Shan was using as a pillow at this time, and that person had cut his own throat with his own sword...... Perhaps, the greatest threat to oneself is not the cunning of the opponent, but the betrayal of the partner.

At this moment, a violent coughing sound suddenly came from inside the cage, interrupting the suspicion of their partner that was spreading in the hearts of the three killers.

After taking a few sips of water, Lin Shan seemed to be choked and suddenly coughed. He coughed for a moment and the cough did not subside, but became more intense. His figure curled up again, and with a cough, the corners of his mouth overflowed with a hint of rainbow.

Mo Ye hurriedly approached, and subconsciously reached out to brush his back, but after just a brush, his palm was wet. Her hands suddenly trembled as if they had touched the thorns, her hands were warm and cold, and her heart was twisted.

After hesitating for a moment, she wrapped her hand around Lin Shan's chest and brushed it.

Despite her best care, Lin Shan's cough still did not subside. A drop of blood splashed on the back of Mo Ye's hand, and she realized in fear that Lin Shan was coughing up blood uncontrollably, and her face changed from pale to a kind of grayness.

The little composure that had just gathered in her heart collapsed again.

The three killers standing outside the giant metal cage were blinded.

They hadn't seen Lin Shan's face clearly, and they didn't fully believe that Lin Shan's cough was real, but they heard another sound mixed in with the cough.

So they finally let go of their vigilance and took a step closer—but only one step.

The sound of the three of them talking sounded again.

"The sound of viscera being injured and obstructed doesn't look like it's pretending this time."

"Who's going in first?"

“……”

After a moment of silence for the third killer, the three of them took only one step and never moved again.

If you go in alone, you take all the risks.

If two people go in, they may be betrayed by another person like the dead man Lin Shan was sleeping under his elbow at this time. Reduced to bait for the enemy, torn apart by the blade of the opponent's sword - but that was to be expected.

If all three of them go in, they may not even be able to predict the chances.

As veterans of the killers, their minds should not be so prone to hesitation, but the worst thing is that, as Lin Shan expected, their owner is really not alone.

They are all strangers to each other except for the purpose of this trip, but they both know very well that they can only go back alive. to claim the bounty. Before that, no one wants to be the foot pedal of the person next to them to reach the top and win the prize.

Looking at the three killers with hungry wolf-like eyes, they took a step closer, but they stopped for some reason. Mo Ye's heart tightened.

The water hyacinth suddenly fell off Lin Shan's hand, fell to the ground and rolled a few times before stopping. Mo Ye looked at the gourd lying flat on the ground, slowly overflowing with clear water, a thought suddenly appeared in his heart, and he slowly stood up.

She didn't dare to look at the forest cedar at this time. For she was afraid to see that the gentle and familiar face of the past would now turn pale, and begin to appear dead and gray.

She didn't dare to look at the three black-clad assassins, because the blades in their hands were dripping with a cruel smell, but the cold light on the blades was far less terrifying than the fierce color that rose to the extreme in their eyes.

Mo Ye estimated that if he looked directly at such a gaze, it would not only be useless, but also might be immediately destroyed by the other party. Turned into a stone statue that scared stupid and slaughtered.

There is only one Bo!

So she chose to turn her head and not look at anyone, regardless of whether there would be a cold blade flying in front of her and behind her, she just looked intently at a corpse lying not far from her feet. The corpse had a bladeless sword stuck in its vest.

That sword was used by Lin Shan just now, and it pierced the bodies of several people, but at this time, there was no blood stain on the sword body at all, and the natural sword body lines were like a lake blown by a breeze, although there were waves. But on the contrary, it can exude a calm atmosphere.

Looking at it, Mo Ye's heart also calmed down a little.

Next. She rushed over, drew the sword, and gripped the hilt with both hands.

In Mo Ye's only ten years of memory, she used paper knives and kitchen knives, but she never used real swords. In the past, when she was in the academy, she had only touched the wooden practice sword, and she had not formally learned swordsmanship under the interference of Lin Shan, which made her brave in her heart, but she had no merit in her hands.

From the moment she picked up the sword, her actions had already made her look like a shelled egg in the eyes of the three assassins.

…… Does this seem childish? But in such an environment, she couldn't think of anything other than such a childish approach...... She couldn't afford to kill anyone, maybe she had something else in mind.

Although the three black-clothed assassins were covering their faces, the look in their eyes was already telling others, and they were smiling. This is because, looking at the child whose shoulders were tensed, and whose hands could not hold the handle of the sword, and whose tip trembled, made them feel full of contempt and confidence in their contempt—killing her was like pulling grass.

However, when they took a step closer, they suddenly stopped, and the contemptuous smirk in their eyes froze.

Seeing this, Mo Ye was stunned for a moment, and then the feeling of his hands being surrounded by warmth and wetness appeared again. Looking down, it was Master's bloodstained hand gripping the hilt of the sword and gently pushing her hand away.

Mo Ye was speechless, she didn't see the blood dripping under Lin Shan's feet, she didn't know when he had treated his wounds, and when her heart was slightly relieved, she noticed that his still pale face had climbed a few wisps of abnormal red, which made her heart faintly uneasy when she had just stabilized a little.

"It's going to kill again." After Lin Shan held the hilt of the sword, he took a step away from Mo Ye, and the sword in his hand was half a circle across his chest, "Don't look over." ”

The iron net was on four sides, and there were only three assassins who surrounded it, so there was a wall that seemed to be safe, and Mo Ye subconsciously went towards that wall.

At the same time, the sword in Lin Shan's hand suddenly stabbed at the masked killer who was standing across the net wall across him.

These masked killers saw and pondered Lin Shan's killing methods, and there was still a chill in their hearts, and the killer who faced Lin Shan's head didn't want to block the madness of the scholar swordsman alone, so he immediately dodged aside.

After the killer dodged to the left, the killer who was originally guarding the left took advantage of the situation, but moved to the empty wall just now, and met Mo Ye who was passing by.

Lin Shan, who stabbed before swinging his sword, didn't seem to see the dangerous scene on the back, and didn't immediately pull his sword and turn around, but the tip of his sword straight forward did turn around after the black-clothed man on the opposite side dodged away, and stabbed into a corner of the iron net.

There was the reed hole of the power engine of the iron cage, which the masked killers didn't know. They thought that the soft sword was stuck there, like many other swords inside and outside the house, that fell everywhere, or that were stuck on the ground, or strung on corpses, were only the result of a fierce fight.

Among the dead people lying on the ground, perhaps one or two people had seen the result of Lin Shan's soft sword stuffed into the hole, but they never had a chance to say anything.

Lin Shan, however, tensed his heartstrings for a long time in order to be able to touch it again.

The tip of the sword turned, and then stabbed out, and Lin Shan's hand holding the hilt of the sword flipped and let go of his five fingers.

With Lin Shan's hope, Wufeng's long sword accurately pierced into the cave on the ground, and at the same moment, squeezed out the soft sword that had been curled up in a ball and filled in the hole.

The result of the heavy blow to the walking hole is no longer to allow the wall of net that broke through the ground to continue to rise, but to overturn outwards like the petals of a flower.

The overturned net wall caused the three Assassins who were outside to subconsciously take a step back, but the professional assassination habit made them quickly pick up their sanity and judgment and surround them again.

Lin Shan threw the long sword in his hand and stabbed straight into the crypt, and at the moment when the net wall overturned, he reached out with his long hand and grabbed the hilt of the soft sword that was squeezed out of the crypt and bounced.

It seems to be soft and easy to break, but in fact, the soft sword with excellent toughness was kneaded into a ball by Lin Shan and stuffed in the crypt for a long time, and when it was pulled out again, the shape quickly recovered, and the creases were almost invisible. The sword that accompanied Lin Shan's waist returned to the master's hand, like a soul returning to its body, it was like a snake curled up in the cold winter, suddenly waking up in the thunder!

When he grabbed the hilt of the sword, Lin Shan's figure already had the momentum to rush towards the right hand.

One qiē, just because the right hand side is closest to the sword blade in Lin Shan's right hand!

The killer on the right hand was originally the one standing opposite, he avoided Lin Shan's sharp edge and suddenly flashed to the right, and before he could move too far, he was forced to stop and retreat by the fallen net wall.

"Hiss......"

A cracking sound came, very soft, very short, quickly drowned out by the sound of liquid splashing.

Although the soft sword in Lin Shan's hand was only a few inches of metal cold touching the assassin's warm neck, but to cut the major artery in a person's neck, the width of an inch might be a little wider.

So the killer who originally wanted to avoid Lin Shan's edge became the fastest of the three.

Blood, spilled generously.

The assassin's eyes widened, and when he realized that more than half of his heart's beating power had been suddenly drained, he took only two steps towards the forest cedar and froze.

He still had the strength to lift his legs, but he chose to use this strength to throw away the blade in his hand that he relied on for survival, and desperately used this power to manipulate ten fingers to clench the blood of his life that was frantically venting his life on his neck.

However, it was too late.

Before he fell, he saw the mad scholar swordsman throw the blade of his sword into the chest of another killer partner.