"Boom, boom, boom." The thunder was loud, and there was constantly thunder roaring and exploding, and the wind and rain were getting faster and faster.

The thunder in the distance, as soon as it appeared, came close. The forks that spread out of the thunder and lightning went all the way downward, reflecting the entire heaven and earth, and after a moment, the traces suddenly disappeared, and the heavens and the earth returned to darkness again.

It was short, but it didn't stop for a moment, and there was constantly thunder falling, bringing light, dispelling the darkness again and again. Sudden light, sudden darkness, staggered and beating, but wonderfully blended together.

The sky, in the dark sky, has become a world of thunder snakes dancing, and the staggered electric rays show the most domineering power of heaven and earth, stirring the most fragile heartstring in people's hearts.

Standing alone in the pouring rain, looking at the hanging scissors standing in front of him, every thunderbolt appeared, reflecting the lines on the scissor scabbard extremely clearly. The rain that fell from the hilt of the sword flowed freely down the scabbard to the ground. Where the sword stood, there was already a small puddle, soaked in dirt and softened.

The eight swords of the king of Yue, each sword has its own unique function, and the magic lies in the sword, not just the sword. The suspension scissors are ranked fourth among the eight swords, and their magic is only the simplest, sharp. There is an overlap with the sharpness of the eighth-ranked Steelsword, but in fact, the sharpness between the two is a completely different concept.

One is quiet, and the birds swim by, as if they were cut off. There is no need to exert half a cent of strength at all, just simply put it there, and any living creature that hits it will be cut off from it, and the musculoskeletal blood vessels will be delicate. Real steel is used to cut jade and gold, such as breaking civil engineering, which is moving.

In fact, there is no difference between the sharpness of the two, and the eight swords in the eight swords of King Yue have their own rankings, but they are just simple displays, and there is no distinction between superior and inferior.

In the dark night, among the rain and thunder, there was a sudden different sound. "Tread, step, step."

The sound of horses' hooves trampling muddy water was faintly heard, mixed with the sound of thunder and rain, and it was impossible to distinguish them without careful distinction. The sound of the horse's hooves was drowned out by a thunderclap, and the sound of the rain crashing on the ground and the water pooling all drowned out any superfluous sounds.

Lin Doujiu heard it, what he was waiting for was this moment, he had been waiting for the arrival of this voice, or the owner of this voice, the knight on horseback. Therefore, the sound of rain and thunder did not stop him from hearing this sound, even if it was only a few moments, it was enough to make Lin Doujiu lift his spirits and concentrate all his attention.

How long does it take to get from Luoyang City to Chang'an City? Lin Doujiu didn't know. How long does it take to get from Chang'an City to Liangzhou? Lin Doujiu didn't know either. These are all things he doesn't need to know, because whether he knows it or not, he is waiting here now, standing here, why should he think about those superfluous things?

In reality, there are so many things for him to think about, and he doesn't want to come to the game and think about something. The appearance of Yun Ting just made him meet this condition, he only needed to take out the sword and close the sword, as for the rest, he would naturally understand what he wanted to know, and if he didn't want to know, he didn't want to know, and he didn't want to touch a word.

How did Yun Ting know the time and route of the target's arrival, and how did he know that Hua Xiong would answer it, these were all within the scope he didn't want to know. Not ignorance, he wondered how much could be known, but why should he know?

There is no need to know the antecedents, no need to know the consequences, all this is no different from him walking in front of the suspension scissors now and preparing to pull out the suspension scissors. He didn't need to think about the consequences of failure, death, sword loss, etc., he only needed to think about how to make the sword in his hand faster and faster.

Hua Xiong. The number one general under Dong Zhuo's command is famous, and among the Qiang tribes in Liangzhou, his reputation is second only to Dong Zhuo. Such a person is the enemy he has to face, but not now.

That is Yun Xian's task, Yun Xian's task is to drag Hua Xiong, and his task is to kill the target and destroy the secret purpose that the target carries. He actually wanted to deal with Hua Xiong, to try the true strength of the first-class generals in this game, who were also part of the top of the pyramid, but before that, he still needed to kill one more person.

The difference in time is not much, and it shouldn't waste too much effort. In fact, if he wasn't a swordsman, then he should be the first to fight against Hua Xiong.

The cloud hand of the imperial Yun family, Lin Doujiu has not only heard of it, but also seen it, it is indeed the pinnacle of martial arts, although it is called the cloud hand, it has the ethereal artistic conception of the cloud in it. But in fact, Yun Hand is not only ethereal, but also carries a lot of blood-colored aura. Ancient martial arts born to kill, no matter how literary and artistic the name is, it can't change that it is a martial art born to kill people. It's a pity that in the game, at least against a knight on horseback, the speed of killing is not as fast as Lin Doujiu.

The sword that kills people is always fast, and as for the slow sword, it is purely used for physical exercise, and it is really used against the enemy, and it has already been poked in the eyes of more than a dozen or eight holes. What Lin Doujiu needed to do was to kill the owner of the horse that made the sound of trampling the horse's hooves as soon as possible, and rush to Yun Xian's side as soon as possible.

If he slowed down, he would die. At least even Lin Doujiu thinks that Hua Xiong is not something that can be defeated by one person, at least the strength of two people can be dealt with, and he doesn't mind thinking about this situation a little worse.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to have a mind without a suspension in his heart, and it is because he expected that there would be hesitation and hesitation.

"Tread, step, step." The sound of the horses' hooves became closer, more and more distinct, trampling in the puddle, and the muddy water that splashed with it fell farther away, and the sound of colliding with the water in the puddle, even the sound of the dense rain could not be covered.

Lin Doujiu raised his head and looked in the direction where the sound of the horse's hooves came from, and a bolt of lightning appeared, streaking through the air, bringing light that made him see another person in the deep darkness of this rainy night, an outline, the silhouette of a horse and a man. He was walking through the heavy rain, approaching the middle of the path where he was standing, crossing a large distance with each passing second.

At this time, Lin Doujiu became more and more slow, the paper umbrella slowly rotated in his hand, constantly rotating, and the raindrops that fell were thrown out as soon as they landed on the umbrella surface. The paper umbrella was flying, flying up from Lin Doujiu's hand and flying into the air, but it was still above the position where Lin Doujiu was standing, sheltering him from the wind and rain.

took off the gloves of his hands and put the gloves into his arms, Lin Doujiu's hands grasped weakly, leaving the warmth left in the gloves. His palms have always been hidden inside the gloves, so they are not eroded by the low temperature outside, they will not appear frozen and sluggish, and they still maintain a certain sensitivity.

A gust of wind blew, and the paper umbrella that rotated on Lin Doujiu's head was carried away when it fell, flew into the distance, and landed in the muddy water. Lin Doujiu, who was exposed to the rain, was quickly wet by the rain, and the whole person was already wet and transparent in a short period of time.

sighed softly, he was also a very thrifty person, but he was going to take the sword later, but he couldn't bring another umbrella. Lin Doujiu was a little regretful, the rain flowed wantonly on his head, his long hair was beaten and scattered, and the rain continued to flow down his cheeks, dripping from his chin, just grazing his neck, and shuttling into the chest that was still warm and protected.

Taking a step out and stretching out his hand, Lin Doujiu's expression was pious and calm. The slender, more beautiful than the woman's fingers, grasped the hilt of the hanging scissors, and the palm was cold. The hanging sword that has been standing in the rain for a long time carries not only the coldness of metal, but also the coldness of rain.

The hanging sword was drawn, and a flash of light, as the sword was unsheathed, disappeared in a flash. Lin Doujiu rushed out, the hanging scissors sword in his right hand pointed diagonally at the ground, and his left hand grasped the scabbard.

He was running, running in the wind and rain, and countless rains and trampled muddy water were intertwined into this road. His cheeks were numb, completely occupied by the cold, and the water droplets on his eyebrows and eyelashes were falling in front of his eyes.

Lin Doujiu felt all this touched by his skin very clearly, but the cold attack on his bare skin was making him take control of these places. It doesn't matter, Lin Doujiu's hand holding the sword did not tremble, he firmly held the hanging scissors sword, and his palm was a little warm.

For a swordsman, as long as he holds a long sword in his hand, his heart must be on fire. Lin Doujiu is the same now, his heart is beating, his blood is flowing rapidly, and the heat emanating from his body during the run is fighting against the cold.

Another lightning flashed, Lin Doujiu's black eyes flickered, he could see more clearly, and the distance between him and the knight was closer. The two of them were approaching each other, and the knight on the horse, too, spotted him and drew his sword.

The thunder roared, exploding in his ears, echoing one by one, filling Lin Doujiu's ears. He couldn't hear the knight on his horse shouting something, only faintly his lips moving, proving that he had said something.

Lin Doujiu didn't have the heart to listen, and he couldn't change anything about the words of a dying person, whether he heard it or not. The thunder roared now, and he couldn't hear any superfluous words, he only needed to hear the voice in his heart, and the silent words of the sword in his hand.

"If this is BGM, then it's a bit too monotonous." The corner of Lin Doujiu's mouth made an arc, and rain seeped into his mouth from there, and he tasted it, but there was no taste.

Lightning and thunder,His appearance seems to be much more exaggerated than the original,Of course, the effect of this self-contained BGM is not very good。 A swordsman, BGM only needs three syllables, the long sword is unsheathed, the long sword pierces into the enemy's body, and then the background sound of these three when it is pulled out.

The electric light that flashed with the thunder kept flashing, making Lin Doujiu and the knight on the horse see each other more and more clearly. facial features, expressions, including the sparkle in the other party's eyes now. All at a glance.

The knight remained in the position of holding the sword, not moving a little, except for the horses under his seat that trembled with his body as he ran, and became a little more amplitude when he was jolting. His hand holding the knife was very steady throughout, and his feet were clamped against the horse's belly, so that he could become one with the horse. The knight watched Lin Doujiu rush towards him, and there was a little banter in his eyes under the hat.

It didn't make sense, it was just that he would die a little faster, and he would go to the other party sooner and decapitate him. This is a process that all Xiliang cavalry are very familiar with, and manpower is always unable to compete with horsepower, just like he waited for a while to swing his sword, using not only his own strength, but also the power of the horse under the seat to rush forward.

The one under the seat was not a war horse, otherwise he would have made him die faster and less painful. This knight, who looked very ordinary, was actually a knight of the Western Liang Cavalry, thought with some regret, but death is painful, and pain is also one of the inevitable experiences of death, the corners of his mouth raised.

He admired the bravery of this enemy from nowhere, and he also lamented his stupidity, and the interweaving of two completely different things, one good and one bad, made him even more aroused to collect the skull.

There was another thunderclap, and the knight's pupils unconsciously dilated, with excitement.

But when he met Lin Doujiu's eyes, he suddenly shrank inward, and his excitement was extinguished in an instant. In the eyes I saw, there was no emotion, no fear, nothing.

Such eyes made the knight a little afraid, he had seen too many people's eyes, showing fear, resentment, despair, and so on, but the only thing that was not there was such a hollow and emotionless in the eyes of the man who came. His heart wandered, but the movements of his hands did not slow down a little, swinging the long knife and slashing downward.

Another bolt of lightning struck.

The knight's eyes constricted inward, revealing an unbelievable appearance, in front of his eyes, where was there any trace of the man just now? It wasn't until the coldness in his throat that he realized something, and someone fell to the ground behind him, muddy water splashing everywhere.

"It's such an interesting little bug, and it's not in vain that I didn't leave directly and get drenched in the rain here."

"It's just that the grasshopper shakes the tree, since it is a grasshopper, then you should be trampled and trampled to death!"

The blood on the tip of the sword was still dripping, and Lin Doujiu, who was about to put away the sword and rush to Yun Xian's side, when he heard this sound, the muscles of his whole body tensed, and there was even a warning sign crazy in his mind. He didn't run away, and he didn't throw a look at the place where the sound came from, and directly took out his sword, and the blood on the sword shook off and stabbed straight at the swords.

The next moment, his eyes met a pair of brutal eyes, and he received a heavy blow to his chest, and he directly raised his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew backwards. His sword actually fell into the air!

The figure, the owner of the cruel eyes, followed closely behind, jumped high, trampled down with one foot, and wanted to trample Lin Doujiu to death! Just like he said at the beginning, trample the worm to death!

(End of chapter)