Tick, tick, tick.

A dark red liquid gurgled down the grooves of the spine of the blue steel dagger.

This short sword is completely different from the sword that is usually used for martial arts.

The biggest difference is the groove of the sword spine.

This is a blood trough, designed for bloodletting.

The foam formed by the air brought into the blood on the uneven surface when piercing can make the first aid of the wound more difficult, and also make the healing of the wound more difficult, so as to achieve a greater killing effect.

A knife with a blood groove is faster to draw and kill faster.

But originally, ordinary swords don't have blood grooves.

The sword is known as the Lord of a Hundred Soldiers, and such a cruel design can only be found in a dagger used by killers.

And the short sword held by this man in black can no longer be called a sword.

It's a complete killer.

Dark red blood flowed across the blood trough, dripping and converging on the ground in a puddle.

Zhu Luan looked at the scene in front of him in a daze.

It wasn't her blood, the blood in her body was running dry, and she couldn't shed so much blood.

The short sword pierced into the arm of a person **, this is not her arm, although this person's arm looks thin and thin, revealing a new tender red, but it can still be seen that this is a boy's arm.

The sword pierced deeply into the young man's **, and the tip of the sword slightly penetrated from the inside of the arm, this sword was too fast, and it actually pierced the young man's arm directly.

But the blade of the sword jammed into the young man's arm bone, and stopped the forward stab at the last moment, and the tip of the sword did not touch Zhu Luan's throat.

In the fight just now, Zhu Luan should have died, but she didn't die.

"Ha, ha."

The ** teenager gasped for breath, his face distorted because of the pain, but the corners of his mouth rose proudly and grinned.

"Are you when I'm dead?" Zhu Rong looked at the man in black who had been treating him as nothing.

"Oh?" The man in black clenched the short sword in his hand and narrowed his eyes.

This waste, actually......

He has been collecting money to kill people for many years, and he has never missed, and this business was originally the simplest and easiest order to make in the garden.

Because it's just a waste of killing a waste person while it's in chaos.

In the eyes of people like them, a place like the British Mansion is just a useless showcase, and there is not even a high-level offering, and entering and exiting is simply like walking on the ground.

But the reason why he never missed in this trip is because he never underestimated his opponent and has always been cautious.

Although he often encountered accidents in the process of doing this business, he was still very surprised by two unexpected things in succession this time.

The first is this woman who is almost on the verge of death.

The man in black didn't know who this girl who suddenly appeared was, but as a killer who had been immersed in the path of cultivation for many years, and even spent some time in the army, he could vaguely feel that this woman was unusual.

Even if it didn't seem strange that she was dying in the next second, the presence of this woman brought him fear, the instinctive fear of a cultivator and a former soldier.

So he changed his goal, and before killing the wreck, he planned to kill her first.

But unexpectedly, he couldn't kill her right away.

And the little young master, who was lying on his stomach in the bathtub and half dead, actually came to the two people who fought for the sword at some point, and used his flesh and blood to block the killer sword for this woman at the most critical time.

The man in black frowned, clenched his short sword and twisted slowly, maliciously stirring the flesh inserted into the tip of the sword.

Zhu Rong snorted, and then smiled again on his pale cheeks.

"Am I still in pain at this level?"

What's going on?

The despair and screams of being killed used to be the greatest joy of the man in black when he was on a mission, but now it has not received the effect he imagined, and his heart is full of irritability.

He pulled out the short sword inserted in Zhu Rong's arm and stabbed out the second sword.

It was precisely because of the deepest fear and irritability in his heart that the second sword of the man in black was a little slower than normal.

It was also taking advantage of this extremely short time that Zhu Luan had time to mobilize his weak arm to stab the heavy sword forward.

Her sword was originally only three inches away from the center of the black-clothed man's eyebrows, but after Zhu Rong blocked the sword to stop the black-clothed man's sword momentum, the tip of the heavy sword finally reached the center of the black-clothed man's eyebrows.

Zhu Rong looked sideways, and when he saw Zhu Luan's sword arrive, the young man's face showed a hint of joy.

But the expression on Zhu Luan's face was still grim.

Just when the tip of Zhu Luan's sword was about to touch the eyebrows of the man in black, something happened that looked very unimaginable in Zhu Rong's eyes.

Realizing the intrusion of the girl's sword tip, the black-clothed man's face changed suddenly, and a sharp roar burst out of his lips, the second sword no longer slashed forward, and the fingers of his left hand were instantly raised to the center of his eyebrows, clamping the tip of the sword that Zhu Luan stabbed with all his might!

There was a faint distance of a hair between his fingers and the tip of Zhu Luan's sword, and it was not completely touched, but in that extremely slight gap, there seemed to be some kind of power filling it, as tight as cotton.

Zhu Luan's sword could no longer advance an inch.

The young man stared, looking at the place where the fingertips of the man in black touched the tip of Zhu Luan's sword, and his heart was extremely unwilling.

The man in black had a smile on his face, and then his eyes became fierce, and he felt that he had finally become angry and didn't want to play with these two children anymore.

Even if he didn't use a sword, as a cultivator, he would have as many methods as he could kill this woman.

The man in black destroyed his mental power at a terrifying speed, and the true qi that was originally filled with the entire space was instantly retracted, and at the same time, it was gathered by the man in black and surged out between his fingers!

Zhu Luan's body trembled violently, and his face became extremely pale in an instant.

The cultivator's domineering and sharp internal strength was transmitted from his fingers to the heavy sword, and then along the sword body to Zhu Luan's hand holding the hilt, the tip of the sword seemed to have fallen into a sticky swamp, and it could not be pulled out no matter what, Zhu Luan even had his palm tightly adsorbed on the hilt of the sword by the internal strength, listening to the sound of broken teeth at the wrist bone, feeling the terrifying power borne by the body, Zhu Luan gritted his teeth tightly and snorted.

She had a faint feeling that something very precious was flowing down the hilt of her sword.

Zhu Rong keenly sensed that the girl's state was wrong, but under the pressure of the cultivator, he felt as if he was being pressed under a behemoth and couldn't move, he reluctantly raised his head and roared at the girl in a dumb voice.

"Put your sword down!"

The girl remained motionless.

The boy's eyes widened.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the codex he had read that his great-grandfather had written in the army.

It carefully depicts the army and soldiers of the Great Zhou, which makes him fascinated.

And the woman who was rude and always spoke to him with a nonchalant attitude.

At this moment, in the young man's blurred eyes, the feeling she gave him changed.

At this time, she was like a Great Zhou soldier who was standing at the forefront of the decisive battle on the grassland, desperately resisting the terrifying impact of the Houjin Palace.

Don't take a step back, because it's ...... It's a thousand miles away.

She stood there alone, the strongest wall.

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