When it's ugly,

The rain has stopped, and the moon is in the middle of the sky.

In the mansion of Zhangfu, the cold breeze brought the fragrance of peach blossoms, and also blew a strange and pungent fishy and bloody.

Not even the previous torrential rain had dispersed.

On the slightly damp and slightly dim ground, the silhouettes of the body are horizontally and vertically, or stacked or stacked, looming, and the blood stains oozing from under the body are as dark red as thick ink.

It's all dead.

It's very quiet, and you can still hear the sound of the breeze blowing the leaves, swaying.

The Blackstone Killer has retreated.

However, in the midst of the prostrate corpse, a pair of eyes suddenly opened quietly, and the moment the eyes opened, the owner of the eyes had moved like a rabbit, habitually and naturally hiding from the moonlight into the shadows under the wall, and even the eyes that had just lit up seemed to dim in an instant.

This man, slender and tall, had bent over and had taken out a burden from the flower bed, and looked back at the dead man on the ground, and at last, as if she had exhaled lowly, faintly, as if sighing, and a trace of boredom flashed in her eyes.

Then he climbed out of the fence.

Out of Zhang's Mansion.

The night was cool.

The moon shines like frost.

Shine on Jinghua.

It's cooler.

This person finally walked into the moonlight again, revealing his true face, this is a woman, a very good-looking woman, but unfortunately she doesn't seem to be able to smile, she has a serious face, her eyes are stretched into knives, and her mouth is tensed into a sword, gloomy and silent.

It's drizzle.

It was a drizzle that had already escaped.

Who would have thought that the Wheel King would not have expected that she would dare to pretend to be dead and hide in the corpse heap, hiding from the world.

This is a bit of a surprise.

No wonder no one noticed that she hadn't left the yard at all.

But someone thought of it.

"Papapa~"

When the drizzle left Zhang's mansion, walked through the long street, and walked to the white stone bridge, she suddenly heard a burst of applause, which was not loud, but very clear and crisp.

What's more, it's still at this time.

"I have to say, you're really smart. It seems that you are not only good at swordsmanship, but also so delicate! ”

There was a man on the bridge.

A man in black, black as if he only showed a pair of dark and gloomy eyes, with a hat on his head, the edge of the hat hung down to his forehead, and a knife handle was obliquely exposed on each shoulder, sitting sideways, sitting quietly at the other end of the stone bridge, squinting at her, as if he had been waiting for some time.

The man's voice was low and hoarse, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of sand in his throat, and as soon as he spoke, the sand kept rubbing, and it was very harsh to hear.

Moreover, there was another person at his feet, covered in blood, and he was still holding a long and short sword in his hand, and his heart and mouth were bleeding from the sword, and he had no breath, and his lips and eyes were closed, as if he was dead.

It was actually Zhang Renfeng.

"Who are you?"

Drizzle was silent on his face, but his right hand was already holding the hilt of the sword.

"Put what you're holding on to!"

The man in black crossed his arms and stood up straight, his chin tilted somewhat casually towards the thing in the drizzle's hand, and as he spoke, he slowly stepped forward.

The hands wrapped around his chest were still gently tapping his ten fingers, and then slowly hung down to his side.

Because the drizzle had carried the package on her back, she was about to draw her sword.

"Zheng!"

The man in black seemed to laugh lowly, and he also drew his knife with his backhand, and two long knives were pulled out from behind him, and the blade of the snow was already cold.

"Ding~"

The crisp sound followed, but seeing that the water-avoiding sword in Drizzle's hand was out of the sheath, the sword body trembled slightly like a three-foot finger softness, and the soft spine was thin, this was a soft sword.

A soft sword that no one can underestimate.

"Since you have the heart to quit this Shura field, why take things away!"

The man in black did not stop, looking at the water-clearing sword, and the eyes under the rim seemed to be shining.

"Even if I don't take it, I won't give it to you!"

Drizzle said coldly.

The man in black seemed to be thinking about the meaning of her words, and waited silently for another step before he smiled hoarsely: "Hehe, interesting, I can't imagine that the countless drizzles of souls under the sword also have the heart of all beings, do you think it was Rama's body that killed people?" In the end, it's just the human heart. ”

As if annoyed that her mind was being peeked through, the cold light in the drizzle's eyes was revealed, she didn't speak, stepped out, the soft sword in her right hand slashed horizontally to the opponent's neck, and the man in black raised the knife in his left hand to block, not wanting to cut the water The sword body bent abruptly, the tip of the sword had been bent into an arc from the right, stabbing the left side of his neck, and the blade was wrapped around it like a soft whip.

As if he had been prepared in advance, he was not in a hurry, and the man in black raised another knife, slashed back, blocked the tip of the sword, and the water sword let out a crisp trembling sound, and immediately bent outward. The drizzle shot quickly and ruthlessly, seeing that a move was blocked, holding the sword in his right hand, twisting his body in the air along the curved momentum, the sword momentum changed, the sword light stood under the moonlight and drew a round of cold shadows, the tip of the sword has changed left and right like a spirit snake raising its head, stabbing out, unpredictable, and the angle of the stab is also some, strange and strange.

The foot slipped, and the man in black raised his knife sideways to block, but the sword in front of him seemed to be alive, not only sliding out of the gap between his two knives, but the tip of the sword bent, as if it had eyes, stabbing at his heart.

"Whew!"

The tip of the sword saw that it had torn through the clothes and pierced into the flesh and blood, but suddenly the breath of the man in black relaxed, and his chest and body seemed to collapse down a bit, it was this section, the sharp sword momentum had reached the end, and the tip of the sword tried his best to return.

At this moment, the man in black had already fought back.

He stepped forward, and the twin blades of the water-splitting sword slid down the blade, one slashing towards the drizzle's neck, and the other with the elbow back, blocking the tip of the sword that bent to his back.

"Ding!"

The trembling roared again, and there was the sound of the cloth tearing, and the two had separated again after a brief exchange, and each retreated.

And between them, a burden was thrown in the air, the gray cloth was raised, and the half-shriveled and blackened corpse fell.

One of them stomped his sword and jumped up a foot in the air, grabbing the body of Narama, while the other shrank and rolled on the ground like an ape, and then stood up while kicking with both feet, and the double knife had cut out dozens of brilliant sword lights, heading towards the drizzle.

The reason why the water sword is unpredictable is because its sword body can change between rigidity and softness, and it can bend and stretch, and it cannot be treated with common sense.

But now the drizzle is cold, because the opponent's double knives are not only fast, but also the angle of the move is also tricky and strange, those two arms seem to have no bones, but they can also bend and straight, they have been hidden but not leaked before, and now they suddenly appeared, and they attacked her first, which caught people off guard.

"Alas!"

But I heard a soft sigh protruding from the sidelines.

Immediately afterwards, under the bridge, more than a dozen black lights were suddenly seen smashing their heads and covering their faces, and the sound of breaking the air was sharp, and the hairs of the people who listened stood on end.

See,

On the bridge, the sword light that was flying all over the sky actually branched out, one attacking the drizzle, and the other blocking the black light.

Electrifying and flint.

"Bang bang bang-"

In an instant, more than a dozen fierce explosions were stirred up on the knife body, and the dark red beads were scattered, either split or removed.

It turned out to be a rosary.

When someone came again, Drizzle had no choice but to give up the idea of retrieving Rama's body, avoiding the sword light, turning over and retreating, extremely vigilant.

The man in black, on the other hand, had his right arm wrapped around him, and the half of the dried corpse had reached his ribs.

But when he landed, his body shook, staggered back a few steps, and when he stood firmly, he chuckled and said:

"Good means!"

The tone was a little weak.

Under the bridge, there is a monk with hair cultivation, with clean eyebrows and distinct eyes, short hair of a long size, wearing a gray monk's robe, and his hands are folded, looking safe.

"It's not easy for her to have this repentance, why should the donor be aggressive!"

The monk looked at the man in black, then looked at Zhang Renfeng beside him, and couldn't help sighing: "It's still a step too late!" ”

"Unexpectedly, there is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger on the rivers and lakes, and someone can use a distracting knife technique, which makes the little monk so impressed!"

The man in black didn't speak, his throat bulged slightly as if he was suppressing something, grabbed Zhang Renfeng with one hand, grabbed Rama's body and turned to leave, striding wildly, disappearing into the shadows of the night.

The drizzle was about to chase her, but the monk suddenly stopped her way.

"Little monk Lu Zhu."

"Get out of here!"

The night was as cold as water, and the two were already entangled on the bridge.