Mourning is greater than heart death, Liu Qingmei was held by Liu Youyao like this, jumped off the high platform, and became farther and farther away from the success she expected. The hands holding the sword tightly grasped Liu Youyao's thick shoulders, but they didn't dare to open their eyes. She was afraid that if she looked at him, she would soften her heart and begin to understand what he was doing.

Liu Youyao didn't give any explanation, just said softly: "I did what I had to do, and I won't interfere in the rest of the things, don't worry." Liu Qingmei was still unwilling to let go, and Liu Youwei let go of the blood oozing from his shoulder, and his face was as usual.

Perhaps, he is really a little tempted by the woman in his arms, right?

And the two people who were fighting fiercely in the inner courtyard of the Assassin's Mansion both wanted to kill each other. Kang Junli slashed at Cao Dingjun's shoulder with a backhand "cutting knife", pressing him down a few points.

How could Cao Dingjun be willing to show weakness, raised his hand and pierced his two swords into Kang Junli's waists on both sides, his eyes were full of desire for victory and blood. He was a native of Musha, who grew up in the most brutal environment, and developed an iron-clad and courageous courage that would never back down.

But he still miscalculated one step after all, miscalculated a respectable opponent, and miscalculated the doomed ending. Kang Junli endured the severe pain, and continued to press down the horizontal knife with the might. Cao Dingjun's shoulders were bleeding everywhere, and his white and delicate palms were stained red along his arms.

A muffled snort, a howl.

They are from two people who are fighting for their lives, at this moment, they may not have let go of their obsession, but when the horizontal knife is raised again, and the long sword is slashed, they can strike an eternal blow. At the moment when the two were not equal, at this time, on the other side of the high platform of the Assassin's Mansion, there were three other people waiting for a good opportunity.

When the young man surnamed Leng heard that the inner courtyard on the other side was in full swing, he turned to Chixin and said to the monk who was not clear: "At this time, they have no time to take care of anything else, we can act according to the plan." ”

The monk frowned, and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, then He Taihu, just now he made a lot of killings." The smell of blood overflowing from the high platform has already covered up the killing atmosphere in the front yard, and the resentment and unwillingness that pervades it are even more terrifying. ”

It's just that Chixin and Leng Wanzhang don't care about the Buddhist proverbs of monks who don't understand them. They just want to get rid of this heinous devil as soon as possible, so that they can get out of this hellish place as soon as possible.

The two looked at each other and nodded, pulled up the monk and walked towards the high platform. The staircase is cleverly designed to be hidden in a stone wall on one side and shaded by a dense bamboo forest. If you don't look carefully, I'm afraid you can only climb up with light skills.

It is no wonder that He Taihu is so fearless, there is a clear road in this high platform for people to go up and down. There was also a secret passage for him to escape on his own. Only now, he didn't want to run away, but instead picked up a glass of undrunk wine on the wine table and poured himself a drink.

The group of axemen were all holding knives and axes, and the axes were dripping with blood. Everyone's face was full of murder, and there was coldness in their eyes.

This is Ho Taihu's last reliance.

This group of swordsmen and axes are more secretive than the guards, and they are a killer who has been kept in captivity in the mansion for many years. All of them are "orphans" carefully selected and created by Ho Taihu.

When I was a child, I treated each other with warmth, and after ten years, I was sent to rigorous training, regardless of cold and summer. until he has no heart at all, and becomes the "weapon" that only knows how to kill. But each of them may have a question in their hearts, that is, why is everyone an "orphan"?

This is the uniqueness of Ho Taihu's methods.

Cast a wide net, keep a long stalk, wait for recognition, and slaughter the whole family. In this way, the child has not yet remembered, or does not remember things clearly when he was a child, and he will not pursue it too much. Besides, there are people who are specially trained, and no one dares to have different intentions.

It wasn't until this moment that He Taihu was completely relieved. Because no matter what the situation is under the high stage, he has firmly held the victory in his own hands. He suddenly felt that he was too great. Today, which has been dormant for decades, everything arranged is seamless.

This is the first step to win the world and set foot in Hou Tang, and he walked exceptionally steadily. But he seemed to have forgotten that there were still three "fleas" approaching.

The bare heart cat bent on the waist, with two fingers on the short blade, crawled towards the high platform. He has been in and out of the rivers and lakes for many years, and has been engaged in wine shops for seven years, and he has seen and heard a lot of all kinds of people or things in the rivers and lakes. Naturally, he knows this kind of secret channel mechanism well, and he can catch it.

As soon as the three of them stepped on, they felt something different, and Chixin softly plunged the short blade into a depression in the stone wall, and after the entire secret passage made a muffled sound, they did not move. And He Taihu in the inner hall of the high platform was almost crazy at this time, desperately pouring wine, celebrating the upcoming victory.

At this time, the fighting in the inner courtyard became quieter and quieter, and only the two of them were left gasping for breath. The three people in the dark passage are approaching step by step. The swords and axes were all crowded in front of the high platform, but no one guarded the secret passage.

Maybe even He Taihu felt that no one would come up from the dark passage and kill him. But the more confident you are, the worse you will lose. Cao Zhiji is like this, Liu Qingmei is like this, and He Taihu is also like this.

When Chi Xin looked at him from the window outside the inner hall, he immediately locked on to He Taihu's location. Because he was so easy to recognize, he carried a flask, a wandering wreck, and his voice was hoarse, and he didn't take anyone into account at this time.

But there are dozens of swordsmen and axes, and if they act rashly, they may lose both. But if he is allowed to continue to get carried away, he will never be able to. The young man surnamed Leng behind Chixin patted her and said meaningfully: "Why don't you wait for the results of the inner courtyard, and I'm not too late to act?" ”

The monks of Chixin and Butong both nodded yes, after all, the situation is unclear at this time, and the best policy is to calm the brake.

In the inner courtyard, it was true that everyone did not wait for long, as the sound of killing became smaller and the sound of wheezing became thicker, Kang Junli's left side of his face had been cut open and counted, and the skin and flesh turned out. The arms, waist and left leg were soaked in blood. It's just that at present, he is still holding on with a horizontal knife and not falling.

Cao Dingjun on the other side looked even more embarrassed. The face is still full of meat, but a whole piece of meat has been cut off on one side, and it looks a little "thinner". And the eyes of the two falcons, like eagles, have been stripped away, and the hollow eye sockets oozing with dirty blood reflect the fight just now.

And the left shoulder, which was slashed by a horizontal knife, has exposed the white bones, mixed with skin and flesh, which is extremely hideous. It was originally a regular armor, but at this time it had been cut in half, leaving only the remnants of the coat to cover the body. Behind the remnants of the armor, it was a blur of flesh and blood.

Cao Dingjun was already half-lying on the ground at this time, holding the ground with one hand, his eyes were empty, but there was still a ruthlessness, and he wanted to fight with Captain Kang.

A group of "bystander" soldiers surrounded the two of them. They had no intention of taking sides, but they were forced to act. Now that he saw that the superior and inferior had been divided, he "consciously" stated his position, for fear that the winner would misunderstand.

Cao Zhiji's conspiracy and calculation, but unexpectedly, he ended up betraying his relatives. Perhaps, from the beginning, the soldiers did not intend to help him, but only sought the low-hanging fruit.

Kang Junli's horizontal knife had already reached Cao Dingjun's throat, and an inch further forward could pass through the throat, killing him on the spot. Cao Dingjun had already closed his eyes indifferently, and they Musha people would only wait for death and never beg for mercy.

Before the horizontal knife fell, Kang Junli didn't come and asked: "Do you regret today's incident?" ”

Cao Dingjun, who was full of waiting for death, suddenly opened the single eye that had not been gouged out, and said calmly with severe pain: "I have never regretted it." ”

When the words came out, Kang Junli's knife went a little into the throat, and when the words landed, the horizontal knife blade penetrated through the throat, cutting Cao Dingjun's throat alive, and the remaining skin and flesh on the neck were hit by the gushing blood, and the head kept swaying.

It's just that calm one eye, which can no longer be closed.

After a short period of loneliness, there was a burst of carnival. Whether it was the soldiers who participated in the attack on Kang Junli at this time, or the soldiers under Cao Dingjun, or even He Taihu's personal guards hidden in the mansion, they all formed a group of three or two, cheering.

Perhaps, killing a heinous person is more exhilarating than the sense of accomplishment that comes from slaughtering a county.

Kang Junli didn't pull out the horizontal knife, and let him insert it in Cao Dingjun's throat. Such a "foreigner" died in another country after all. His past will not be brought up, and his present will be slowly forgotten.

People are forgetful, especially when they are determined to forget something.

Kang Junli snatched a horizontal knife from the soldier beside him, and shouted: "The thief is dead, you come with me." Liu Youqiao and Liu Qingmei had retreated to the outside of the Thorn Shi Mansion at this time, silently watching everything in the inner courtyard.

In their opinion, all this is happening every day, but the winning and losing roles are constantly switching, and the cheering crowd is so unanimous that even the expressions have not changed in the slightest.

When Kang Junli finally stood in front of He Taihu, he was full of tears. He Taihu squeezed out from behind the group of swordsmen and axes, carried the wine jug, and sneered: "Captain Kang, thank you for your hard work." ”

Kang Junli shouted: "He Taihu! ”

This sound startled the soldiers behind him, startled He Taihu, who was flushed, and startled the three monks who were hiding on the other side, but it did not surprise Liu Youyao and Liu Qingmei.

They have seen everything, but they can't end it with their own hands. Liu Qingmei had already gotten up at this time, but the long sword was missing in his hand, and his eyes were a little lonely. Liu Youyao spoke at this time, "I said, I don't interfere, I don't care if that person lives or dies." ”

To live, people have to follow cause and effect. This is an eternal truth, no one can break it, and no one can escape it.

He Taihu threw down the wine jug in his hand, pointed at Kang Junli's bloodstained nose and scolded: "Kang Junli, you bastard, don't you want to rebel?" ”

Captain Kang's tears had dried up, and the reddish oozing out was clearly stained with the anger that stinged in his heart. The He Taihu in front of him is no longer the He Thorn History of the year, he is stubborn and self-serving, careless of human life, and is no longer worthy of being a courtier of the Later Tang Dynasty.

The Tao is not the same, He Taihu said. It's just that when it comes out of Kang Junli's mouth at this time, it seems so desolate. The night before dawn is extraordinarily deep, covering the darkness of the sky, reflecting the incomprehensible hearts of the people.

He Taihu was already furious, and gave an order, "Kill all these rebels." "The group of soldiers who were wavering now understand it completely. In He Gong's eyes, they were not even as good as a dog, and they were not even a little stronger than the ants.

Although the sword and axe hand was extremely powerful, it could not stand up to the group of red-eyed soldiers, and in a few moments, they were all killed. He Taihu only understood at this time, and he scolded him harshly, but no one retreated.

As the soldiers pressed forward step by step under the leadership of Kang Junli, He Taihu couldn't turn around and was tripped by the threshold of the inner hall, and fell into the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses. The extreme sadness under the ecstasy made his already twilight face even more haggard.

He looked at Kang Junli's resolute face at this time, and cried and said, "Captain Kang, let me go, I will promise you whatever you want." Kang Junli's hand holding the horizontal knife trembled a little, and he couldn't fall for a long time.

And everyone behind him focused their eyes on Kang Junli's sword, not daring to act rashly.