While the hull of the boat shook violently, except for the man holding the oars, the remaining two looked at each other and nodded silently.

In an instant, the man in gray took the lead.

His eyes were resolute, his mouth was shouting, and his palms were splitting horizontally.

The boy only stood still and did not move, his legs as if they were nailed to the deck, and the stillness of the whole person was extremely inconsistent with the rocking hull of the boat.

The dark wet mist was wrapped in a faint killing intent, and the young man's eyelids were slightly raised, and he put away the innocence in his eyes, and shot towards the gray-clothed man like an ice blade in the cold winter of March.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment when the man approached him.

The man in gray only thought that the young man was scared stupidly, and he didn't doubt him, and when he was about to split it with his thick palm, he said, "Take your life!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a terrible scream was drawn and reached the sky.

The young man stretched out his right hand, which had just been bandaged by the woman, and grabbed the neck of the gray-clothed man with precision and speed, and looked at the frightened other man on the other side of the boat without blinking, and twisted the neck of the gray-clothed man in front of him with his palms folded.

Then, with a drop of his long arm, he was thrown out.

With a pop, a huge splash splashed in the nearby lake, and the sound was boring.

But the young man laughed, as if to say: The ship is finally not crowded.

He raised his finger and swept it forward, pointing his fingertips at the frowning man.

The man stared at his companion falling into the water, exuding endless hatred all over his body, but he didn't dare to rush forward, and he could only secretly calculate in his heart.

I was amazed by the young man and admired his ruthlessness.

The killer is the least afraid of death, but he is the most afraid of losing his money.

The man's palms were strong, thinking that he would take advantage of his unpreparedness and step forward to attack the young man.

However, it takes time to "think", but there is no need to hesitate to kill.

While he was thinking about his footwork and his sense of balance, the beggar was already moving towards him at an extremely fast speed that was impossible, and the boat shook heavily.

The two stood shoulder to shoulder and back, and it was not until a long time later that the hull regained its balance.

The little beggar lowered his raised palm with a cold face, while the man's eyes widened and he slammed it back.

There was a painful thud from the deck.

The man who fell to the ground was stiff and motionless, and a faint silver light flashed on his forehead, where a small silver needle was pierced.

The little beggar glanced at the boatman holding the oars in the corner, and with a hook of his lips, his body jumped up.

Levitating above the hull of the ship around him, he jumped lightly into the air, spun around and completed a spin in the air, and then landed on the hull of a boat.

Witnessing the battle just now, this time the killers did not hesitate and hurriedly besieged the boy.

There were three or five small boats nearby, all of which were shaking lanterns, and a group of people could not care much, and four or five people had already leaped up and rushed towards the boy.

At the same time, the boat that Peach Blossom was sitting on was about to stop against the shore of the lake.

"Let go of me! Little beggar save me! Peach Blossom pulled her throat and waved at the young man who was fighting in the distance.

But the little beggar didn't hear it, he had a cold face, and he didn't look at the people who were attacking, but only listened to the surging of the wind and the air currents by his ears, and judged their position.

Then he stretched out his fingers, first gouged out the eyeballs of a man, listened to his screams, fell backwards into the lake, and then took out the heart and lungs of another man with a knife, although there was no blood splashing, but it was also a fatal blow, and he threw it out.

Seeing this, everyone was red-eyed, and a strong killing intent filled their bodies, and they all came towards the white-clothed young man.

There was slimy flesh in his fingers, and his arms waved irregularly, with a calm to cruel extreme, to achieve the effect of killing one by one.

It's like, it's really just a little thing to do.

"One, two, three,...... Nineteen! He counted indifferently in his mouth, frowned slightly with his long eyebrows, and brought the man who finally broke his neck to his eyes, only to see that the other party's face was already like ashes, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with black blood.

It's a sign of poisoning.

Xiao Qi raised his eyebrows in surprise, his palm loosened slightly, and the "dead man" slipped in front of him without support.

He stretched out his blood-stained palm in the moonlight, watching intently.

It took a long time for a "oh" to say, and the wound that turned out to be bandaged by my sister opened again.

to lead to ......

He moved the wound to his mouth and gently licked the end of the medicine on it, as if to soothe the murderous pleasure in his heart.

It turned out that it was his own poisonous blood that got into the skin of others.

Glancing at the man on the ground, the scratch on his neck turned from dark red to purple-gray at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Closing his eyes, the boy knew that it would not be long before he could smell the decomposing corpse.

I hate that feeling so much.

I am an alien, and my bones and blood are full of dirty and poisonous feelings.

He stopped fighting, and there was screaming on the shore.

Not all those who don't want to die will pay attention to Xiao Qi, and some killers have already landed on the shore and rushed towards Ying Zhichu.

The girl jumped and dodged, relying on her light posture and quick footwork, even if she was surrounded by four or five people...... I can't take care of myself!

Peach Blossom secretly hid behind the stone, and couldn't help but stomp her foot and belly to slander: What is he doing begging for a little beggar! Why don't you come over and help!

It's just that the position where she hides is not very good, and she can expose herself to the eyes of everyone by moving her body slightly.

He could only bite his lip and look at Ying Zhichu fighting alone with shame.

If she hadn't shouted too loudly just now and attracted the woman over, this woman wouldn't have been harmed like this by herself.

But then again, just a sleep, how can you be followed by these ships.

Ying Zhichu didn't care so much, and after she stunned one person with one hand, she bent down to dodge the other horizontal knife.

The whole person was in a half-dozen and half-retreating posture, and withdrew in the direction of the thatched hut.

These killers are clearly specially trained, physically strong, and ruthless.

With less actual combat experience, she is obviously not an opponent.

Not to mention that with one enemy, the thin sweat oozing from the forehead is accumulating more and more, and the girl is also in a state of tension and exhaustion.

But she couldn't discern a hint of respite, for she was clearly aware that these people only wanted to capture her alive, not to take her life.

Otherwise, she would never have survived now.

After hesitating to use the silver needle, Ying Zhichu forced back the idea when he saw that the men were holding back a little.

If we don't know what to do, don't act rashly.

Her footwork was slightly chaotic, giving the killer a chance to take advantage of, and she also sighed in her heart.

When a bright claw reached out to her, she quickly stepped back, but still half a step too slow.

She blinked, quietly looking at the face of the attacker.

is a very ordinary appearance, but the fierceness on his face is so dazzling.

A stone fell into her heart, and the girl gasped slightly, waiting to be caught.

"Get out!"

There was a high voice in her ear, and the girl's thin breath came out, "Master, you are here." ”

Liao Niangzi split the man with one palm, and then dragged Ying Zhichu's shoulder and threw her behind.

He cursed loudly in his mouth, and he couldn't hear what dialect he was saying.

But after being stunned for a moment, the onlookers all looked cold, and glared at the rough-clothed woman with hatred.

Come to think of it, it's hard to hear.

Liao Niangzi snorted coldly, didn't put everyone in her eyes, glanced sideways at Ying Zhichu, and shouted: "Stinky girl, look at it, see how the master beats the dog." ”

Ying Zhichu raised his hand to support his forehead, and said speechlessly: "You drank a few taels of wine again, and said that people want to strangle you to do this." ”

"You look down on them, the old lady has learned a new trick, and she just uses them to practice her hands."

After Liao Niangzi finished speaking, she watched everyone slash towards her.

Her mind flashed the footwork in the ancient books, palm work, and then her eyes narrowed, and she was contemplative to face the battle.

But within a moment, it fell.

Ying Zhichuxiu raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled unfunny, "Really, great." ”