Fuhua's moves are ruthless, without the slightest bit of mud and water. It can be seen that when he practiced martial arts since he was a child, he was different from ordinary rich boys, who only practiced some fancy tricks that were useless, as if as long as he played well, he could make himself look handsome and chic. In the eyes of those people, people in the world compete with each other, and only then do they appear humble and gentlemanly, but they don't know that for some people, the root of martial arts practice is to kill people.

And Fuhua is probably this kind of person.

I watched him turn his wrist to turn the sword, the blade of the sword swept straight through the throat of the man in black, the man wanted to use the knife to block, but Fuhua was extremely fast, and in an instant the tip of the sword had pierced into his throat, the man in black widened his eyes, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he wanted to look down, but he saw that the tip of Fuhua's sword had been pulled out, and the blood slid out of a blood line in the direction of the sword, and the man in black fell to the ground with a bang, and finally stopped moving after several convulsions.

Helplessly, there are many people in black, no matter how superb Fuhua's swordsmanship is, it can't be killed in an instant, some of them see that Fuhua's bodyguards do not go to defend the master but protect a carriage, and see me sitting on a little girl staring at this side with a pair of eyes, probably thinking that I am Fuhua some important person, seeing this scene was frightened stupid, only stunned not to know how to hide, so three or five people looked at each other and viciously raised knives towards the carriage.

Seeing this, Harang Hatu bared his fangs at those people in unison, and roared vigorously, and this roar caused a gust of cold wind to blow up the rotten leaves and gravel on the ground, and the people who blew stopped abruptly, and they all covered their eyes with their arms.

It's a pity that although those people in black have black gauze to cover their eyes, they don't have black gauze to cover their eyes, so they have poor eyesight at night, and if they don't protect their eyes and cover them with black gauze during the mission, they basically lose their ability to see. But if you don't cover your eyes, if you encounter such a situation, or accidentally spray blood stains into your eyes when killing, you will also lose the ability to see, in short, it is not over, it is not over, this is simply one of the most difficult problems in the history of the killer world!

I sat in the car and thought so calmly, and in the blink of an eye, Harang Hatu had settled the battle and returned to the horse, and both sides were on guard. These two wolf warriors are different from Fuhua's murderous coolness, and the bodies of those who died under their hands are not much intact, they are all torn apart by vigorous cruelty, and for a while, this wild and quiet place is like a hell on earth, and the rich smell of blood rushes to my nose, and I almost want to gause.

However, in a moment of incense, dozens of people in black all died here.

Fuhua wiped his sword on a man in black who had fallen to the ground, returned it to its scabbard, and then walked towards me.

I was staring at the sky fixedly, and my excitement had long since faded, and I watched as the spirits of the killers continued to hover in the air, as if there was an invisible barrier in this area, so that they could not return to their distant homeland after death.

Shifang didn't know when he woke up, looking at everything in front of him sadly.

Fuhua saw that my face was not very good, and he came in to help me, but I smelled the blood on his body, and subconsciously dodged. One of his hands paused in the air, and a faintly injured look appeared on his face.

I also reacted that my behavior was a bit excessive, these people want to kill us, do they want to lead the neck to be killed, but when we kill back, we add so much killing karma, Master often says that everything is empty, only karma follows, but there is always cause and effect in your life's karma, it is not that if you are willing to cultivate good, it will make you cultivate good, in this era of chaos in the world, you have to do evil things to protect yourself, it is really helpless......

I reluctantly smiled at him, pointed to the little scarlet on the cuffs of his clothes, Fuhua quietly withdrew his hand, looked at my fingers, smiled indifferently, and turned back to the car to change into the brocade robe.

I turned my head to look at Shifang, who had already jumped out of the carriage and looked very peaceful. He found a fairly clean place, sat cross-legged in his robe, folded his hands and forgot about the soul hovering in the air, and said, "The little monk will send you, Amitabha Buddha ......," he said, closing his eyes and reciting the mantra of rebirth.

Shifang's immature voice was extremely solemn at this time, and the ethereal incantation floated into the air, reciting a peaceful atmosphere. I saw those angry and unwilling souls slowly dissipate in this spell, and eventually they also turned into dust, empty......