Dawn.

Chang Kuan's hand gripped the mourning sword tightly, although he had not slept all night, his eyes were still staring at Wusheng, and he did not want to relax for a moment, as long as there was a slight opportunity, his sword would pierce into his chest, and that person would fall under his sword.

As long as he can kill this person and hold this person's head, he will be able to become famous, proud of the rivers and lakes, full of friends, fame and fortune, and get along with beautiful women, and there are many, many benefits,......。

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but gasp hard, and his body trembled faintly with excitement and excitement.

He needs to wait now, and he can't wait for him.

As long as Wusheng's hand holding the spear trembled and looked strange at all, his sword would stab out .......

Standing upright like a lifeless stone statue, he turned around and said, "You want to duel with me?" ”

Chang Kuan withdrew and shook his head, but a cold sweat broke out in his body.

Wusheng said: "Then what are you doing with me?" ”

Chang Kuan broke out in a cold sweat more, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm afraid that you will die at the hands of others." ”

Wusheng nodded, as if in contemplation.

Chang Kuan said: "What are you thinking?" ”

Wusheng said: "You are staring at me bitterly, have you noticed that someone behind you is staring at you?" ”

Chang Kuan turned his head suddenly, screamed, and remained motionless.

His people were like being bitten to death by ghosts, and his expression was indescribably miserable and miserable.

The latter person is not much better, he can't sleep well for a day or two, he doesn't eat well, and his face is naturally not much better.

He spat out a mouthful of bitter water on Chang Kuan's face, and complained: "You can also think about this kind of thing?" ”

Wusheng stared at him, silent.

The man said, "I'm not here to fight you in a duel. ”

Wusheng said: "Then what are you looking for me for?" ”

The man said, "I'm afraid you'll die at someone else's hands." ”

Wusheng nodded, as if in contemplation.

The man said, "What are you thinking? ”

Wusheng said: "You are staring ahead, have you noticed that someone behind you is staring at you?" ”

The man said, "You scared me? ”

Silent without life.

Someone in the back said, "He didn't lie to you. ”

The man: "You ......"

Before he could finish his words, his head flew out with a "poof".

White clothes fluttered in the morning breeze.

Drops of blood slowly slipped down on the tip of the sword, and the person stared at Wuxin with no yin or yang, and said, "There will be no one behind me." ”

Silent without life.

The man said, "Why don't you go?" ”

Wusheng said: "Are you waiting for the opportunity to kill me?" ”

The man: "Yes. ”

Wusheng said: "The opportunity is not good enough? ”

The man said: "Not good. ”

Wusheng said: "How long are you going to wait?" ”

The man said: "Wait until your hand holding the gun is shaky and unstable." ”

Wusheng nodded and said nothing.

This man said, "Time is good for me, but not good for you." ”

No life admitted.

He said: "Do you think it's funny to kill people like this? ”

The man laughed, grim, vicious, and cruel, and said, "It's not funny, but it's good." ”

When this man said the benefits, his face couldn't help but glow with a touch of pride and excitement, and his excited body was faintly twitching.

Silent without life.

The man suddenly saw a flash of cold light, and his grim, vicious, and cruel face suddenly stiffened and distorted.

The man had a throwing knife stuck obliquely in his throat, a fatal throwing knife.

A person stared coldly at Wusheng, his eyes full of indescribable resentment and pain.

He said: "My name is Nangong Xiao, and I will teach you marksmanship." ”

A low, hoarse voice floated between heaven and earth, "You don't deserve it. ”

Nangong Xiao looked at Wusheng and looked around, his face full of fear, unwillingness, and resentment. Said: "There is a kind of out, heads-up." ”

His right hand had touched the knife, and his heart was once again filled with warmth and confidence.

"Get out."

A harp sounded between heaven and earth.

A compelling sound.

A murderous piano.

The knife "ding" landed, and Nangong Xiao's hand holding the knife no longer had a trace of flesh and skin, and he suddenly fainted.

"Get out of here."

There was a commotion around Wusheng, and then there was a dead silence all around.

The silence is like a tomb, and the silence is maddening, breaking, and disgusting.

"You're badly wounded."

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

"I'm going to duel you."

Wusheng said: "Okay. ”

"You can't fight me."

Silent without life. His eyes poked into the distance like spearheads, as if he wanted to kill everything in the distance.

"But I'm not going to duel you right now."

Wusheng said: "The opportunity is not good enough now? ”

"Not good."

Wusheng said: "When my hand holding the gun can't hold the gun?" ”

There was a dead silence in the distance, as if in contemplation, and it was a long time before he said, "You come here." ”

The lifeless stone statue stood at the bottom of the small building, staring at the people in the small building.

Dilapidated rain building.

The lonely sound of the piano.

People like fog.

The sound of the piano sounded, and the gentle and smooth sound of the piano made his body not want to refuse, and his body seemed to be in the arms of a gentle, amorous young woman, unable to say gentle and sweet.

His body slowly stopped feeling pain......

Wusheng said: "Heal me?" ”

"Yes."

Silent without life.

"I don't want to fight a half-dead man, I want a fair duel."

He stood upright like a lifeless stone statue, closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

His wounds had healed, no longer bleeding, no pain.

But the sound of the piano became extremely tired and weak.

The sound of a god-like harp.

God-like internal force.

God-like tricks.

A figure in the distance fell on the small building like a light smoke, this person's expression was extremely lonely and empty, he glanced at the people in the small building and became ruthless, hungry, thirsty, needy, breathing became rapid, and even his crotch changed greatly.

At this moment, the sound of the piano changed suddenly, and the flesh and blood on the person's body slowly slid down, turning into dry bones without a trace of flesh and blood.

"Are you awake?"

Wusheng nodded.

"We can duel."

Wusheng said: "Wait. ”

"What are you waiting for?"

Wusheng poked his fingers into his lower abdomen with force, pulled it out, and blood floated out. "It's okay." ”

"Ling Death refuses to take advantage of others, admire."

Wusheng said: "Please." ”

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and there was no tenderness or sweetness.

Dead silence, silence madness, collapse, vomiting.

The piano sounded, and there was only one.

The trees around him slowly fell, and the ground cracked through the cracks,......。

Wusheng didn't fall, he gritted his teeth, a mouthful of blood spit out, his person still stood upright, the gun in his hand slowly retracted, and the head of the gun was slowly dripping blood.

Dripping with the blood of the opponent.

He gasped and stared at the dilapidated rain building.

A person appeared in the small building, a piano.

A naked beauty, so beautiful that it makes people crazy and prostrate.

The piano was broken, her people were wounded, she tightened the strings, and said, "What a fast gun." ”

Wusheng turned and left.

She said, "You ......" ”

Wusheng said: "My gun doesn't kill women." ”

The sound of the piano sounded again, and Wusheng fell.

He struggled to his feet, standing upright like a stone statue, and walked forward.