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Jianqiu walked in a small boat and went up the river. Behind, the crow followed closely.

I don't know how many days later, another night, the two have already traveled to the junction of Jiangdong and Jingzhou.

At this time, reflecting the moonlight, Jian Qiu spoke.

"How's it going here?"

The crow shook his head, and Jian Qiu said, "Not good? ”

"Good."

"Oh?"

The crow said, "However, it is not suitable here. ”

"Why isn't it appropriate?" Jian Qiu seemed a little puzzled.

Raven said, "You know. ”

Jian Qiu said: "I don't know. ”

The raven was silent and said, "You know. ”

Jian Qiu chuckled lightly and said, "You think I know, in fact, I really know, but I don't care, so, I don't know why it's not suitable here." ”

The crow laughed too, but it was still not good-looking. However, he did laugh.

The crow felt that what Jian Qiu said was very interesting and even more crazy.

Jian Qiu said: "Don't you understand the truth that the praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind?" ”

"Cicadas? Mantis? Yellow Sparrow? Jian Qiu's voice was very soft, "If the yellow finch catches the praying mantis, is it useful for the cicada to be in the back?" ”

"Nature is useless." The raven's answer was sharp.

Jian Qiu said: "Let's do it." ”

The crow said, "Are you sure?" ”

"Let's do it." Jian Qiu repeated.

The crow frowned and said, "You don't have a chance." ”

"Do it!" Jian Qiu's tone was heavy, as if he was disgusted with the crow's verbosity.

Are crows long-winded?

He never rambles. Even, he couldn't speak until he killed someone.

But why is he always persuading Jianqiu? It's not his character.

I don't understand.

"Draw your sword." A plain sentence, but Jian Qiu's eyes were extremely dignified.

Not many people know the name of the crow. If it weren't for the fact that Jian Qiu had an inexplicable relationship with the Seven Killing Palace, he wouldn't have known about this peerless assassin hiding in the shadows.

The king of assassins is the raven. He, well-deserved.

Jian Qiu didn't know how big the crow was, but it was always bigger than him.

He must have killed more people than Jian Qiu.

The crow also had a sword in his hand, the same black scabbard, and even the hilt was as black as ink. The crow is black, and naturally prefers this color.

Jian Qiu heard that the crow's sword was never drawn.

I don't know, this time the crow will draw its sword.

However, the result was disappointing for Jianqiu.

"I don't use a sword." The crow's voice was hoarse, perhaps his throat was wounded, and he felt very strange when he spoke.

The crow said he didn't use a sword, but Jian Qiu didn't know what it meant.

Is it that he doesn't know how to use a sword?

Or is he not worthy of his sword?

If he doesn't know how to use a sword, why should he have a sword with him?

The raven grasped his sheathed sword in his left hand, and his right hand hung down naturally.

Jian Qiu said: "You are not an assassin. ”

The crow said, "Neither are you." ”

Jian Qiu said: "I used to be. ”

Raven said, "I used to be too." ”

Jian Qiu smiled, and his smile was a little bitter. The raven didn't laugh, he didn't think it was funny. He felt that he and Jianqiu were both pitiful people.

The night breeze blows across the river.

On a moonlit night, two people and two boats, between each other, there was no sound.

The river is very open.

The moonlight stretched the shadows of the two of them very long.

At this point, there seems to be something different.

The sword, already pierced. A simple sword, simple.

Jianqiu is an assassin, and his swordsmanship is always so simple. He is known as the "first person in swordsmanship", but his swordsmanship is not as gorgeous as other sword cultivators. His sword, it seems, has only one move. This sword, without change, is a simple sword. But the sword intent in it is terrifying.

It was just early summer, and even late spring, but when Jianqiu's sword was stabbed, the crow saw the barren grass and dead trees all over the mountain.

Maybe it's a hallucination.

However, even if it is an illusion, it is also an illusion in the sword and autumn sword.

This sword is a sword of silence. Like autumn, everything is dead.

This sword, without any changes, is an ordinary sword, so this sword is dead.

In the eyes of others, the sword of Jianqiu is not in the stream. But in the eyes of the crow at this time, this sword was the most terrifying sword he had ever seen in his life.

At this time, he believed that Jian Qiu was also a swordsman.

His sword, like his name, is as dead as Autumn.

Jian Qiu's sword stabbed mercilessly into the crow's throat. Although I don't know the relationship between the two, they have been together for several days. Supposedly, if not friends, they should not be enemies. However, Jian Qiu's sword still stabbed coldly at the crow's throat.

The crow was not surprised, he understood Jian Qiu. He is like a demon king, not with a cold temperament, but with really no feelings in his heart. He doesn't care about anyone, he doesn't care about anyone's life or death. Because, the people they care about have already died, and they are not alive or dead now. He who has no reverence is most terrible.

Jian Qiu's sword is very strong.

However, crows are also strong.

The crow doesn't use a sword, he uses his right hand. His right hand is very chic, usually placed in his wide black robe, which is not very visible. He wears a black glove on his hands. At this time, he was holding Jian Qiu's long sword tightly.

Jianqiu's sword, named Bishui Qiuguang Sword, ranks second in the famous sword spectrum of the human world, second only to Xuanyuan Sword. The sharpness of this sword, needless to say, but, strangely, the crow's glove, was not cut.

The crow's hand firmly grasped Jian Qiu's Bishui Qiu Light Sword, this divine sword, which ranked second in the famous sword spectrum of the human world, did not seem to shine as much as he deserved.

Jian Qiu was a little surprised.

He didn't expect that his sword would one day be grabbed with his bare hands.

He knew that his sword was no faster than a crow. However, how could he be able to grasp the Bishui Autumn Light Sword with his bare hands?

This incident is too shocking.

The crow's right hand seemed to tremble a little, and his black face was also a little red.

Jianqiu's sword, is not so easy to catch.

But even so, the crow still didn't let go.

Jian Qiu was expressionless, stared at the crow, and said, "You are the first person to block my sword." ”

The crow said: "It's really not easy to block your sword. ”

"But you're still in the way."

As they spoke, the two of them were still secretly lucky. None of them want to lose, no matter what the reason is.

But Jianqiu knew that he couldn't win, and he was not the crow's opponent.

Yes, the crow has long said that Jian Qiu is not his opponent.

However, Jian Qiu will not give up, as long as the sword in his hand is still there, Jian Qiu will not compromise.

The first sword in the world is not called in vain.

There were no gorgeous sword moves, and there was no deafening sword sound, Jian Qiu tried his best to pull the long sword back from the crow's hand. Then, it was an ordinary sword. This sword, like the autumn wind, contains endless sorrow, as if it is a silent mourning for the countless dead and silent creatures.

This sword seems to be the same as the previous one.

Jian Qiu, only this sword. A sword of autumn mourning.

However, the crow understands that this sword is not the same.

Autumn is not the same.

The blue water autumn light sword stabbed the crow's throat along the night wind, and this time the crow did not grab it with his hands, but lightly flashed sideways. Jian Qiu's attack is simple, and the dodge of the crow is not cumbersome. It's just that simple sideways.

Dodged, and didn't dodge.

With this sword, the crow was wounded. But he couldn't die, and blood flowed from his shoulder.

Similarly, Jian Qiu was also injured. Moreover, he was hurt worse than a crow. While dodging, the crow slapped at Jianqiu, who was not far away. The same simple palm, they are all assassins, and the moves will not be prosperous.

It was this palm, Jian Qiu didn't dodge it.

So, Jianqiu was injured.

Moreover, the injury was very serious. The crow's palm shattered three of his ribs and injured his internal organs.

Standing at the bow of the boat, with a long sword in his right hand, blood flowing from the corner of Jian Qiu's mouth.

His face was calm, and he knew that he was no match for the crows.

The crow was much older than him.

Looking at the crow on the bow of the boat opposite, Jian Qiu suddenly smiled. The raven didn't laugh, he didn't think it was something to be happy about.

A moment later, a song was heard.

"It was hanging high in the sky, but it was always in the water. It's okay to have a clear stream, but if it's cloudy, it won't bother the flowers. Flowers under the moon, moon between flowers, and flower moon by water. It's not a heavenly palace, it's better than a heavenly palace. ”

A song, coming slowly, the light female voice seems to be slightly sad, which makes people listen to it and feel a little heartbroken.

Jian Qiu was still smiling, but the crow's black face was even darker.

They all knew who was coming, they thought it was a small fish and a small shrimp, but they didn't expect a big fish to come.

The one who comes is not a guest, but only to kill.

This night, it's cold.