- There was a sense of urging in Cheng Xu's words, but after listening to his words, Wu Shu still looked calm, and he didn't mean to make a move, so he only asked the person behind him: You came a little early, why didn't you intercept the person who left just now?

Cheng Xu seemed to think about this question for a while, and then asked rhetorically: You said that the person with a rag on his face?

Wu Shu was stunned and said: It is a blue cloth, which is a little better than a rag. (Fengwu Literature Network)

Cheng Xu only picked the corners of his mouth when he heard this, and did not continue the topic, and then the expression on his face gradually became stricter, and he said in a cold voice: Strictly speaking, I am not your subordinate yet. I only do what I'm good at, and you can't control it.

Wu Shu did not answer him.

The next moment, he rushed out.

Cheng Xu rushed out almost at the same time.

Two arrow-like figures, starting from one point, stabbed out in two diametrically opposite directions, sliding out of two colors - the phantoms of their different colors of clothing under the excessive speed of movement.

When Cheng Xu rushed into the shadow of the knife raised by the two masked men opposite, he suddenly stretched out his right hand with a straight stab. His right hand was pitch black, and before the two masked men could see what was going on with the pitch-black hand, one of them felt as if the narrow knife in his hand was stuck in the iron tongs, and he couldn't move at all. When the masked man looked at it, he saw that the blade of the narrow knife was actually held barehand by the black charcoal-like hand of the person in front of him!

Such an empty-handed white blade does not have the slightest skill, and it is like reaching out to someone else to cut it when the momentum comes, so the person who wields the knife and cuts it down has little defense. But no one would be so stupid to take the initiative to reach out and let people chop, whoever looks so bold must have something to rely on, confident that their hands will continue to cut.

To be precise, Cheng Xu's right hand was only black to the wrist position.

The masked man had just seen that Cheng Xu seemed to be wearing gloves of some special material on his hands, and before he could come back to his senses and make the next move, he felt a chill on his neck, and the numbness was actually tingling with a chill. With the warm spiritual qi in his body, it quickly spurted outward. The energy in a person's body is discharged through the largest gate in the body, and the person will not live for a few breaths.

Cheng Xu raised his foot and kicked the masked man who had become a dead object in front of him, and with this force, his body flipped backwards, avoiding the knife that cut across his waist.

The two masked men in front of him had already been dealt with by him with lightning speed, but the other had seen his sword-grabbing and was naturally more vigilant, and knew that it was his black right hand that should be most vigilant. Therefore, the masked man immediately withdrew after swinging the knife, and the hand holding the knife was ready for the next swing, but he stopped moving, and his eyes exposed outside the mask showed a fierce light. His gaze kept flickering back and forth between Cheng Xu's left and right hands.

Cheng Xu's left hand held a knife. Judging by its length and width. It's so thin that it can't even be called a dagger, it's only enough to be a knife for peeling fruits. But such a knife, which is only used to cut the blood vessels the thickness of a wheat stalk, is enough. It's much easier than wielding a dagger.

And on his black-gloved right hand, he held the knife of the masked man whose throat he had slit, and his palm was still held in the position where he had grabbed the knife just now, pointing the hilt at the person in front of him, and his move looked a little strange.

Seeing that the masked man in front of him no longer moved, Cheng Xu didn't plan to turn the knife he was holding in the opposite direction, but laughed dryly at the man, and suddenly said: Do you believe that the handle of the knife can also stab people to death?

As soon as the words fell, he didn't wait for the man to say anything. Cheng Xu really threw the knife in his hand at the angle of the handle forward.

The action of him throwing the knife is fake.

But the masked man standing on the opposite side seemed to believe something, and his body made a dodge gesture. Although he soon realized that he had been fooled, he was only halfway through the dodge before turning over again. But he was still a little late to turn around.

What Cheng Xu wanted was half of the man's sideways, so that his vision would be more or less offset, and it would be rare to avoid the real knife he threw with that fake swing.

The knife turned into a flying knife, broke out of the control of Cheng Xu's left hand, and stabbed the masked man's lower body. It carried a near-extreme trajectory, bringing a hole in the inner thigh of the masked man, and the speed of the blinding hot fluid shot was definitely no less than that of the first person to fall.

This is a job that Cheng Xu is good at, there are several big gates for bloodletting in the human body, he knows it very well in his heart, and has long lined up their difficulty levels. In order to strive for a quick victory, he is accustomed to calculating the lowest failure rate, and generally does not choose the opponent's main body to move, which may lead him to hit the armor with one blow, and at the same time, it will bring many dangers to himself.

So he not only practiced cutting his throat repeatedly, but also practiced cutting a certain part of his thigh, and the latter action always made others think of evil, but when this person was ready to protect his own life or the bottom line of dignity, they probably lost their lives.

The masked man, who had lived several breaths longer than the first to fall, also felt the chill, and then he felt a stream of heat flow down the base of his leg, and soon gathered a large pool under his right foot. At the same time, a near-anesthetized pain crept up from the base of the leg to the body.

The masked man had already realized that death was coming, but before he could take a breath of living air, he was smashed three times in the chest by Cheng Xu's fist, almost smashing the bone in his heart, and the sharp pain of heartbreak accelerated the coming of death.

When the second masked man fell to the ground, Cheng Xu had already picked up the sharp knife he had just thrown. Squatting beside the deceased, wiping the blood stains on the knife with his clothes, Cheng Xu said indifferently: The handle of the knife can only be used to hit the head, and it can't kill people, but I have two knives in my hand just now, how can you forget what you can see clearly in front of you, but believe in a lie?

Putting the wiped knife back into his sleeve, Cheng Xu did not stand up immediately, but lifted his fingers to uncover the black cloth covering the face of the still warm body on the ground, and carefully looked at this person's face, and after a while, he shook his head, making sure that this person was as strange as a grain of dust in a dark corner of existence, and he seemed clueless. Then he reached out and groped again and again for the corpse, but found nothing but a few broken pieces of silver.

Immediately afterward, he walked over to another corpse and crouched down, observing its face in the same way, groping for its corpse, but the result was the same as before, and nothing was gained.

Hanging the narrow knife belonging to this masked killer back to his waist, Cheng Xu stood up at this time, and when he looked back, he saw that the two people on Wu Shu's side had also fallen. The difference from his own situation was that one of the fallen people had a tube of extremely dark blood stains on his nose, but his body was very intact, apparently poisoned to death. And the other person seemed to still have a voice, but he was lying in Wu Shu's arms.

Wu Shu's one hand clasped the back of the masked man's neck, and the other hand grabbed his face bone from the lower jaw upwards, preventing him from chewing for the time being.

Cheng Xu approached Wu Shu and said with a smile: Not bad, yes, there is still a living mouth left.

Listening to information, including the passive way of eavesdropping and the active way of torturing hostages, this is of course what Wu Shu is good at.

Wu Shu heard Cheng Xu's voice, and he didn't need to look back to know that the matter on his side was over, but the matter on his side could not be regarded as a safe end, so he only said in a deep voice: Come and help me and seal his acupoint.

However, before Cheng Xu could get closer, at the moment when Wu Shu spoke, something changed suddenly, and the masked man who was restrained by Wu Shu suddenly raised a hand, raised two fingers as a dagger, and poked it into his heart.

Blood bursts out.

I can't imagine how much force a pair of fleshy fingers have to carry to pierce my chest and break through my heart!

Wu Shu didn't expect this change, and he was slightly distracted. After a moment of stagnancy, he let go of the hand that was holding the back of the neck of the already limp man, laid the dead masked man flat on the ground, and then groped the whole body of the man in the same way as Cheng Xu checked the corpse, and the result was still a piece of silver that did not have any identity information.

Wu Shu threw the broken silver back into the masked man's clothes, and finally stood up, looking at Cheng Xu, who was a step late.

Cheng Xu looked at Wu Shu, spread his hands with a helpless expression, and said: Why don't you seal his acupoint first?

The first one is so dead. Wu Shu opened his mouth indifferently, the first sentence is an answer, and the second sentence is a question, what did you find over there?

Cheng Xu sighed lightly and replied: Just like you, except for a few broken silver, there is nothing to prove your identity.

Wu Shu said: The knives they use are a little strange.

It's narrower than ordinary knives, and this kind of building system may be more resistant than swords, but it's not as heavy as a broadsword, but what does this special point mean? Cheng Xu picked the corner of his lips, and there was no inscription on the knife. Kyoto's iron restriction order is so strict, if you take this kind of knife to the iron shop and ask, who will admit it? And you can't ask all the blacksmiths in Kyoto at the same time, or they don't make this kind of knife in Kyoto at all.

Wu Shu did not speak again. After a moment of silence, he crouched down again, reached back into the arms of the masked man who had committed suicide, took out the blood-stained silver, and sniffed it close to his nose.

The smell of blood was the strongest, and there was some silver rust, so there was no other breath.

Watching his move, Cheng Xu thought for a while and then said: I am afraid that the living space of this kind of person is more closed than yours, except for killing, most of the other things in life are served by special people, and even drinking and playing with women will not be an exception-