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Shen Leng stood up and looked at the scholar who was stepping forward, slowly adjusting his breathing, he had been fighting for a long time, starting from entering the door, the doctors and men in the front hall were all overturned by himself, and then crossed the patio, there were twenty-five killers in the patio, all of them were killers who could rank in the top thirty in the Fengwen Hall, people would eventually be tired, but Shen Leng didn't think that he would not be able to hold on.

If they were afraid, they wouldn't have dumped Mr. Shen and shook off their black eyes, and they came alone.

There is a girl in this world named Shen Chayan, who is Shen Leng's belief.

Whoever hurt her in this world, Shen Leng only had one thing to do.

On the road at the foot of the mountain that day, the tea master stood in the wind with his broken armor and stood for Shen Leng all night, just wanting him to sleep a little longer.

So there was the killing today.

As he told Zhuang Yong, he has never been a typical soldier, if he is at this moment, he should be waiting for Zhuang Yong's news in the port of Yacheng, the army of sailors is outside, and he should ignore the love of his children.

Few people know what the scholar's name is, including most of the people in this wind hall only know that he is called the ghost scholar, and this name is very gloomy, just like his person.

The ghost scholar has always looked down on the low old man and thinks he is very tasteless, maybe everyone in this world is the same as when they get older, they miss the spirit of their youth more, in fact, most people do not have any spirit when they are young, they are ordinary and do nothing, at most they have fantasized about how great they are.

Shen Leng is a young man, and he is also full of spirits.

"You're a general."

The ghost scholar stopped a few meters away from Shen Leng, and seemed to have a slight scruple about the black line knife in Shen Leng's hand, before Shen Leng killed the strong man and killed the old man, including killing the twenty-five people in the patio, he watched, looked carefully, he was always wary of his peers, so when he could see clearly, he would not waste the opportunity, his peers were all people who took money to kill people, as long as someone paid for them, these people would also come to kill him, so seeing clearly was a means to save his life.

"Yes."

Shen Leng replied.

The ghost scholar was silent for a while and asked, "The general shouldn't be like you." ”

Shen Leng ignored it this time because he felt that this sentence was idiotic.

"I haven't killed a general yet."

The ghost scholar raised his head and looked at the general, who did not look like a general: "There are many taboos for killers, and it is wise not to try not to take on matters involving the government, so I Siheng repeatedly decided to give up, although your head is very valuable...... I have always felt that I am a calm person, I will think a little more about everything, and your head is worth a lot, which means that the person you want to kill you has a lot of weight in the heart, in other words, your weight in the court is very heavy, and there will be a lot of trouble in killing people like you. ”

Shen Leng asked, "So what?" ”

"So you shouldn't point the finger at me."

The ghost scholar said seriously: "If you don't refer to me, I won't come, you won't die, and I won't have so much trouble in the future." ”

Shen Leng nodded: "The analysis is very reasonable. ”

The ghost scholar has a book in his left hand that has never been put down, and there is a folding fan in his right hand that is inserted into his waist at this time.

"Your knife is fast, but your knife is not long enough."

The ghost scholar raised the scroll to his chest, took a half-step forward with his left foot, and bent his right leg slightly, a position that allowed him to exert force at any time, whether it was forward or backward.

The ghost scholar held the book in his left hand and put his right hand on the page: "At this distance, your knife can't reach me." ”

Then his right hand slammed forward on the page, and a page spun and flew out, the page did not fly in a straight arc, it should have been deviated at first glance, and then after a breath, the page crossed a month and a half and slashed towards Shen Leng's throat.

Shen Leng slashed with his knife, and the page was immediately cut in two, making a crisp sound.

The pages of a book are certainly not paper.

The ghost scholar took a deep breath: "Your judgment is good, but what about too much?" ”

So his right hand kept pushing forward, and there were pages that rotated and flew out, each page rotated at a palpitating speed, and the arc of each page was different, and the strength and angle control of his technique had reached an incredible point, but no matter how big the arc of these pages flew, they would eventually fall accurately on Shen Leng.

The dense pages of the book swept towards Shen Leng, and Shen Leng could only use his knife.

As soon as the knife fell, more than one page fell, but the pages were light and thin, and the ghost scholar didn't need to exert any force, and Shen Leng's black line knife was forty-five pounds, and he had been fighting for a while, the book in the ghost scholar's hand was very thick, maybe thousands of pages, so it seemed that he didn't have to do anything else at all, this book could make Shen Leng not move the knife, and without the knife, Shen Leng would die.

The black line knife left straight marks in mid-air, and the pages were cut open one by one, and the storm of attack was impenetrable, but it was Shen Leng who suffered after all.

"You can't hold out for much longer."

The ghost scholar could see that Shen Leng's sword swinging was already a little slower, so he became more confident.

In fact, he already admired an opponent like Shen Leng very much, and he was still thinking about whether he could kill him in one go from the front hall if he changed his words, even if he made excuses for himself, the answer was still no, he was sure that if Shen Leng didn't have the long fight before, he might still be able to kill himself, but now Shen Leng is tired, he must be very tired.

This was also the reason why he came over after thinking carefully for a while at the door, and he judged that Shen Leng at this moment could not kill himself.

The book gradually thinned, at least a quarter of the pages had been sprinkled towards Shen Leng, that was two or three hundred pages, Shen Leng's knife had become slower and slower, and there was already a page cut out of his shoulder.

"Goodbye."

The ghost scholar laughed.

"Okay."

Shen Leng replied.

Both seemed polite.

At this moment, the ghost scholar saw Shen Leng's left hand reach into his arms and take out an object, which looked like the scabbard of a knife, and then Shen Leng threw the scabbard towards him, through the dense pages.

"Childish."

The ghost scholar's hand kept moving, and seven or eight pages of the book rotated towards the scabbard, even if the scabbard had a little weight, it would not be stopped, but at this moment, the scabbard suddenly stopped, actually hovered in mid-air, and then quickly flew back towards Shen Leng.

It was at this moment that the ghost scholar saw that there was a thin line on the scabbard, and his attention was on the scabbard, so there would be no more pages attacking Shen Leng, and Shen Leng's front was empty, and seven or eight pages attacking the scabbard failed to find the target and collided together in mid-air, Shen Leng threw the scabbard up, and then waved his black line knife.

The scabbard fell, everyone's attention was on the scabbard, and the cold black line knife smashed into the scabbard like a bat, and there was no doubt that this blow of the scabbard would go straight to the ghost scholar at a super speed.

The ghost scholar stared at the scabbard with wide eyes, and as long as the scabbard flew over, he believed that he would dodge it.

However, Shen Leng was empty.

The scabbard fell to the ground with a click, and the ghost scholar almost laughed.

Burst!

The black line knife poked into his heart.

Shen Leng didn't want to swing the knife to hit the sheath in the first place, the scabbard was just a disguise, and the ghost scholar only stared at the scabbard and didn't stare at the black line knife...... Shen Leng swung the batting ball and threw the black line knife out, and the knife instantly sank into the ghost scholar's heart, and under the huge force, it hit the ghost scholar's body and flew back several meters.

There was a thud and a black line knife stabbed into the ground, and the ghost scholar's body slowly slid down.

He faced the sky, thinking that this guy was so sinister.

The ghost scholar's arms lost their strength and hung down on both sides, and the book also fell, and more than half of the pages were still unused.

Shen Leng walked over and pulled the black line knife out of his heart, blood gushed out like a spring, the ghost scholar's body twitched, this feeling of emptiness in his heart was really uncomfortable, he didn't feel pain at this moment, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his breathing became weaker and weaker, he wanted to breathe harder, but his body no longer seemed to be controlled.

"You're shameless."

The ghost scholar looked a little regretful: "Actually, my most powerful thing is a fan, not a book." ”

The black line knife in Shen Leng's hand slashed, and the tip of the knife cut the throat of the ghost scholar.

"Hmm...... Don't want to see it. ”

Shen Leng turned around and walked back, he did look a little tired, his steps were no longer as steady as before, and the height of the soles of his feet and the ground was far from when he was full of strength.

The ghost scholar lay there looking at the sky, his eyes never closed.

Shen Leng walked back to his original position, bent down and picked up the scabbard of the little hunting knife, blew the soil on it, took it back into his arms with great care, and patted it with his hand, then looked at Lin Luoyu and asked, "Excuse me, is there still a handkerchief?" ”

Lin Luoyu opened his mouth and was stunned, and said in his heart that this person was really a psychopath.

Shen Leng saw that she didn't answer, so he had to turn around and look at the woman in a dark green dress not far away who was holding a dark green oil-paper umbrella: "Do you have it?" ”

The woman frowned: "Why do you ask me?" ”

Shen Leng had no choice but to explain: "I think only women will bring handkerchiefs when they go out." ”

After finishing speaking, he remembered that there was a woman here, so he looked at the little girl behind the peach blossom proprietor, the little girl who was arrogant and domineering before shrank behind the peach blossom proprietor and trembled slightly at this time, the kind of trembling that could not be controlled, Shen Leng killed too many people too hard, and when she chopped the old man with a hundred knives, she was already so frightened that her face was bloodless.

In her eyes, Shen Leng is not a person.

"Alas......"

Shen Leng sighed, feeling that it was really bad for women to be his enemies, and he couldn't even get a handkerchief.

He squatted down and tore off a piece of clothing from the strong man, wiped his hands, wiped the handle of the knife, and then tore a piece of cloth and tied the knife in his right hand, and said to himself while doing this: "The material of this dress is not good, and the hand wiping is a little rough, but it is still a handkerchief, delicate and soft." ”

Lin Luoyu felt that he was not only a psychopath, but also a madman in a neuropathy.

Shen Leng tied the knife and turned to look at the woman in the dark green dress: "Is it your turn?" ”

He thought for a moment: "That scholar just now was a seven, what about you?" ”

The woman was stunned, and said in her heart that the ghost scholar was obviously three.

"I'll do it."

Someone was talking in the room, and a man in a cloth robe came out of it, his pace was not fast, he was very steady, he had no weapons in his hand, and he didn't look like he had any unusual temperament, if he carried a hoe in his hand, he was a farmer, he was a hunter with an iron fork, and he was a fisherman with a net.

He walked past the woman and stretched out his hand, and the woman put down the dark green oil-paper umbrella and pumped it, the handle of the umbrella was a sword.

With a sword in his hand, he is not a farmer, a hunter, a fisherman.

He is a swordsman.