Tong Xiujie kicked the toilet door open, and the window inside was wide open, but it was empty. He secretly rejoiced, thinking that the Tiandu swordsman might have jumped out of the car and escaped. Although he made up his mind to die, he was still happy to be alive. He waited for a while, and only after the train had traveled some distance did he stick his head out of the window, "Grandson, you can run fast!" He yelled at the back of the car.

A pair of hands reached down from above and grabbed his head, pulling him out of the car window like a turnip.

Tiandu swordsman hooked his feet on the roof of the train, hung his body upside down, hugged Tong Xiujie's head, and pulled Tong Xiujie out of the window with his waist alone. Bending back, Tong Xiujie's body of more than one hundred and forty pounds was thrown up by the Tiandu swordsman, drawing an arc in the air and falling heavily on the roof of the car.

Tong Xiujie was angry when he was thrown back, and there was no pain in his body. His arms and chest were bruised when he was pulled out of the window, his head was pinched by the powerful hands of Tiandu Knifeman, and his back bone fell to the roof of the car and was injured. He didn't know where his gun went, or even when it fell.

"You get up for me!" The Tiandu swordsman squatted in front of Tong Xiujie's head and ordered coldly.

"I'll admit it first, and die with him while he doesn't pay attention." Tong Xiujie made up his mind and sat up.

Tiandu Swordsman reached out and grabbed Tong Xiujie's chest and lifted him up, "Who are you?" He really didn't recognize Tong Xiujie.

"I'm a small businessman, don't kill me!" Tong Xiujie finally saw the Tiandu Swordsman clearly, but he didn't expect the Tiandu Swordsman to have a baby face, and his eyes were as clear as a child's eyes. He was dressed in a gray tunic and did not carry a knife. If Tong Xiujie hadn't recognized the back of the Tiandu Swordsman, he would have walked in person, and he wouldn't have believed that the person in front of him was actually the Tiandu Swordsman.

"Smack!" Tiandu Swordsman slapped Tong Xiujie in the face, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm really a businessman......" Tong Xiujie has also practiced, but in the hands of the Tiandu swordsman, he is like a baby without the slightest power to resist.

"Smack!" Tiandu Swordsman slapped Tong Xiujie in the face again. He seems to often slap people, and the force is just right, which makes people hurt, but only hurts the flesh and bones. "Who are you?"

Painful and ashamed, Tong Xiujie's tears burst out, "I'm a businessman, I'm neurotic!" His voice was a little louder.

"Smack!" Another slap in the face, the Tiandu swordsman asked again: "Who are you?" ”

After about a dozen slaps, Tong Xiujie's will was destroyed, he said: "My name is Tong Xiujie, I used to be a police officer, and I once participated in the roundup of you, so I know your back." Saying this, Tong Xiujie knew that he would definitely die, and he felt that this was enough.

"Smack!" Another slap in the face made Tong Xiujie wooden, and he didn't understand why he was beaten.

"Why are you following Ren Qiuling?" Tiandu Swordsman asked.

Finally, Tong Xiujie somewhat understood that he was following Ren Qiuling, but Tiandu Swordsman was following him. So this is not a chance encounter at all, but a trap carefully arranged by the Tiandu swordsman.

At this time, the train was about to enter the tunnel and sounded the whistle. Tiandu swordsman turned his back to the locomotive and couldn't help but look back.

Tong Xiujie knew that his chance had come, and he slammed into the Tiandu swordsman, trying to drop him off the train with him. The reaction of Tiandu Swordsman's body was extremely amazing, and Tong Xiujie had already detected it as soon as he exerted his strength. grabbed Tong Xiujie's hand and defused the force of the other party's collision. With the other hand, he grabbed Tong Xiujie by the waist and picked him up. With a flick of his hands, Tong Xiujie only felt that as soon as the heavens and the earth rotated, he had already been carried onto the shoulders of the Tiandu swordsman.

The position of the two hands of the Tiandu swordsman is the joint of the wrist and ankle. Tong Xiujie recognized that this was Shaolin's misaligned hand, as long as the other party exerted a little force, he might be disabled for life. However, the strength of the Tiandu Swordsman was extremely well controlled, and he only lost the ability to resist, but he did not really cripple himself.

The Tiandu swordsman violently exerted his strength, jumping from this carriage to that carriage.

He leaped like a fly, landed on his toes first, bent his knees, defused the force of the impact, and jumped so far on the roof of the iron car without making a sound.

Tong Xiujie was extremely shocked, he knew that the world's record for high jump was 2.45 meters, but on this day, when the swordsman jumped casually, it far exceeded the height of four or five meters, and the distance was as long as 244 or 5 meters, not to mention that he jumped on a sports train. "He's definitely not human!" Tong Xiujie was more convinced of his own judgment.

What will happen in the hands of such a non-human, Tong Xiujie knows very well. But instead of sadness, he felt a sense of relaxation. "It's too tiring to be alive, it's better to be dead!" He thought so.

The Tiandu swordsman carried Tong Xiujie and jumped back to Tiandu, and he jumped around on the roof of the house. The people on the streets were busy with their own business, and no one looked up.

Tong Xiujie, who had already seen the methods of the Tiandu swordsman, was surprised at this time, and he laughed at the Tiandu swordsman in his heart: "Is this light work?" It turns out that you can't fly with light work! ”

Finally, they came to the roof of Sophia's Cathedral, an antique English church with a very pointed roof. The Tiandu swordsman put Tong Xiujie on the spire, and if Tong Xiujie dared to move, he would fall down and die. And the Tiandu swordsman sat behind the cross, watching the children playing in the square muttering to themselves. Occasionally, the wind blew his words, but it was a very simple sentence: "Is life really like this?" Alas! Blowing it again, it became: "Life shouldn't be like this, right?" Alas! ”

The sky darkened, the square became less crowded, and a full moon rose from the sky. The Tiandu swordsman was quiet, he sat cross-legged, and quietly looked at the moon.

If Tong Xiujie really wants to die, it is very easy, he can shout to attract people's attention, or he can roll around and let himself fall. But the instinct to survive kept him from messing around.

Finally, the moon rose high in the sky. Tong Xiujie looked quietly, and saw that the expression of the Tiandu swordsman became very soft, and his eyes were full of joy.

Ren Qiuling and the others came from a distance, and looking at their appearance, they knew that their case was not going well, and they were all depressed.

The Tiandu swordsman smiled mischievously, picked up Tong Xiujie again, jumped to the top of the cross, and waited for Ren Qiuling.

When Ren Qiuling recognized Tong Xiujie, she shouted: "Don't kill him!" ”

Tong Xiujie obviously felt that the Tiandu swordsman carrying him was so excited that his body trembled slightly.

"This man likes to control other people, although he specializes in killing dirty officials, but his heart is full of desire for power!" The more Tong Xiujie learned about Tiandu Swordsman, the more disappointed he felt, he was actually an ordinary man, but he had the power that others didn't have.

Everyone has a desire for power, but the way of expressing it is completely different. Tong Xiujie himself also longs for power, and he shows great admiration for those who have power; The Tiandu swordsman also longs for power, but he shows great hatred for those who have power.

Because envy is so similar to jealousy.

Tiandu swordsman yelled excitedly, Tong Xiujie didn't hear what he was talking about, but the meaning was obvious: he hated himself and had to kill himself.

Zeng Mengshu said contemptuously: "Isn't it just a martial arts practitioner? Brother Heipi, I'll let the monster interfere with him in a while, and you take the opportunity to give him a shot. ”

Wen Xiaoyu's face was spicy, but fortunately, it was night, and no one saw his face.

The cry of "Brother Heipi" made Heipi's heart tremble, and he said without thinking about it: "Hmm! ”

Ren Qiuling didn't have time to stop it, Zeng Mengshu's two paper figures had already shaken out, turned into two black mist and disappeared into the night.

Hei Pi hung down the gun, and he wanted to let his hands get a good rest, maintain a good feel, and strive for a shot.

Under the light of the distant lights, the two summoned monsters climbed silently up to the top of the church like two moving silhouettes. This humanoid monster has long hands and short feet, and its claws and jaws are pointed. After the monster climbed onto the roof, it crouched like a cat, motionless.

"Swordsman be careful!" Ren Qiuling shouted.

Zeng Mengshu didn't expect Ren Qiuling to help the Tiandu swordsman, and as soon as his mind moved, the two monsters suddenly exerted their strength and pounced on the Tiandu swordsman in the air. The Tiandu Swordsman suddenly raised his right foot lightly and kicked the monster on the right into a cloud of black mist, stepped back on the top of the cross with his right foot, and then kicked the monster on the left into a black mist with his left foot.

The two monsters were kicked one after another, but only made a "peng"! Because he kicked out too fast, so that Ren Qiuling and the others only saw his body move slightly, and the two monsters drifted away by themselves.

Shadowless feet!

The black skin raised his hand and it was a shot - "No matter how fast you are, can you have a bullet fast?" The speed of a pistol bullet can generally reach three to four hundred meters per second, while the fastest human sprint speed is nine seconds and more than one hundred meters. ”

Tiandu Swordsman suddenly let go of Tong Xiujie's wrist, and with two fingers, he clamped the flying warhead.

He lifted Tong Xiujie upside down with one hand, and raised the bullet with the other hand as if showing off some treasure.

Because of fear, Tong Xiujie grabbed his hands in the air, but the Tiandu swordsman stood on the top of the high cross and did not move.

Zeng Mengshu and they were so frightened that they didn't speak for a long time, this person was too strong, and he actually caught the bullet with only two fingers.

"Good!" Wen Xiaoyu suddenly applauded loudly, and then clapped vigorously. He is also a martial arts practitioner, and he has always thought that no matter how high his martial arts are, he can't stop the gun, but the performance of the Tiandu swordsman made him see a higher level. Excited, he couldn't help but applaud.

The lonely applause came far away in the dark night, and several pigeons that were alarmed by the applause flew into the air in a "daze".