The cold light flashed, the sword light fluttered, the sword aura was slight, and a smile appeared on his face.

A triumphant smile.

He is not only worthy of laughter, but also worthy of pride, which is inseparable from his past efforts, he does not like bragging, nor gambling, and he does not like good wine, in fact, he likes too few things and things, but it is not nothing, fortunately, there are still them.

His hobbies and interests are calculating, and constantly calculating others is simply the greatest joy and fun of his life, especially when he sees others under his careful calculations, they can't die alive, they can't live, they can't die, they can't live, they can't live, that feeling is so cool, it's so cool.

It was as if he had reached the point of being stunned.

No one doubted, no one believed that he could do well under his calculations.

Because he really knows the right time and the right place too well, he has really perfected these two points, and there may really be no one in the rivers and lakes to compare with him.

But he seems to have forgotten to count people.

Maybe Wusheng is not a good person, he is a god in the rivers and lakes, a rare god, a gun god.

All his smile quickly faded away, and it was gone.

The smile disappeared, and his body was already fluttering, more urgent than the cold light, faster than the sword light, and fell to the side of the five big and three thick people.

A series of "dingding" sounds, beads fell to the ground like a jade plate.

Without saying a word, the swirling cloak in his hand slowly stopped.

The cloak was back on his back, there was no wind, the cloak was already fluttering.

He walked towards Chunxiao like a stone statue and stared at Chunxiao, "Are you still alive?" ”

Chunxiao nodded.

"Can't die for a while?"

Chunxiao nodded.

"So you can go, go now."

Spring Festival doesn't understand, and I don't speak.

Turn around and go, unwilling to say another word, not more than a word.

When he goes, the people behind him follow.

"Spring Festival, you can't go."

A few people gritted their teeth, silent in surprise, and couldn't take a single step.

It's like a signal from death, a short and clear command.

Chunxiao suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared at Wusheng, "I'm not leaving." ”

"You're not leaving?"

"Yes, because they don't go either."

"Okay, they can go, but when they die, they can go."

Chunxiao gritted her teeth and was silent.

Chunxiao was silent, and the others were silent, but the knife in their hands had been slowly raised, and the knife was waved.

The knife flashed, then disappeared again, and disappeared without a trace.

The knife "ding" was broken, and the half-truncated knife had fallen to the ground.

Chunxiao was silent, but he was already staring at Wusheng, staring at his slowly retracted hand.

"What do you mean?"

"They're dead, so they can go."

Chunxiao gritted his teeth, stared at Wusheng without saying anything, he turned around and left.

He left, and so did the people behind him.

They had no fear, never been afraid, perhaps they were too young, too brave.

The brave are fearless.

Seventeen or eighteen knives did not move, and neither did the two hall masters, and no one moved.

They watched as they saw no life and let them go.

Wusheng suddenly turned around, no longer looking at them, and walked towards seventeen or eighteen knives like stone statues, standing among them like stone statues.

His eyes stared and poked ahead.

There was already a gasp in front of him, as if he was about to collapse and collapse.

No one moved, lifeless eyes stared at and poked them like spears, as if they had been poked alive on the ground, unable to move.

"They're gone."

The five big and three thick people nodded, "Yes." ”

"I'm not gone yet."

"Yes."

"What do you want?"

The man was already breathing, and he didn't know if he was angry or afraid.

"What do you want?"

Wusheng stared at the man, at the knife in the man's hand.

"Are you the culprit?"

The culprit nodded.

"Is it too much to kill? Kill the people who deserve to kill? Kill people who shouldn't be killed? ”

The culprit nodded.

"Regardless of time? Regardless of location? It doesn't matter who it is? As long as it's appropriate? ”

The culprit nodded.

"Isn't this a good place?"

The culprit nodded.

"Isn't this the right time?"

The culprit nodded.

Some people don't understand what he asked, what is it? Why ask such a thing?

Yang Qing stared at the culprit, the culprit stood like a god, the knife in his hand had not yet been unsheathed, and the chill seemed to have been revealed from his eyes.

It seems that this man is not an expert in using knives, but also a master.

The hand did not move, the green tendons were already towering, and the scabbard was already shaking, "ding" sound.

This knife is also a good knife.

No matter who faces such a person, such a knife, he will avoid it from a distance, and will not approach his person and his knife.

Maybe lifeless is not human, so he said.

"Am I a good fit?"

When he said this, Yang Qing was taken aback.

Sure enough, she jumped, and as soon as she jumped, she reached the roof beam, unwilling to come down again.

The culprit nodded.

"Then what are you waiting for, come and kill me."

The culprit nodded.

The knife was unsheathed, and the knife flashed.

He was obviously far away, but he was in front of the lifeless body at once, and this speed was enough to make people feel frightened and chilled.

A knife weighing more than 100 catties has been chopped to death.

He chopped the lifeless body, as if a butcher was chopping the meat on the cutting board, and the lifeless seemed to have become the meat on the cutting board.

The culprit's forehead was already sweating more.

The blade of the knife was pressed against Wusheng's shoulder, and it didn't move, as if it couldn't move anymore.

His shoulders were bleeding, but he was already gritting his teeth.

Under Sen Han's blade, there was an extra hand, and the hand was already tightly gripping the blade.

The hand didn't move, the blade didn't move.

The blood was still fluttering, and there was not a trace of emotion in the empty eyes, nor a trace of pain.

"Your knife is good."

The culprit gritted his teeth and nodded.

No one thinks that the culprit's knife is at fault, and maybe his people are at fault.

He gritted his teeth and gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands, "But my people are at fault." ”

"What's wrong with you?"

"I'm wrong everywhere."

Silent without life.

Standing upright like a stone statue, its feet sinking into the earth and sinking.

But he didn't move, the gun in his hand didn't move, and he didn't seem to move at all.

But the cloak was moved.

The cloak fluttered, and the pitch-black cloak fluttered slowly.

"Tell me about it."

"I shouldn't have killed you, because I can't kill you."

The culprit stared at the lifeless shoulder, the bleeding shoulder.

Neither is alive nor moving.

"I can't kill you, because my knife can't force you to shoot."

Wusheng nodded, and joy and joy appeared in his eyes.

He seemed to be enjoying the excitement, the impact, the struggle and pleasure on the edge of life and death.

The culprit gritted his teeth and stared at the gun in Wusheng's hand, the motionless gun hanging low.

"I shouldn't have killed you because you're playing with me, and you're treating me like a toy, aren't you?"

This sentence not only surprised Yang Qing on the roof beam, but even everyone in the house, not only surprised, but also unbelievable.

No one believes in this fact.