Make a move, and the example is not in vain.

The sword is in hand, and life hangs in the balance, either you die or I forget.

The hand holding the sword did not tremble at all, and there was no trembling, and he must have a great grasp of the killing blow.

Yang Qing had already heard it, isn't this person an expert in killing, an expert among experts.

Isn't there no life and no certainty of escaping?

Wusheng stared at and poked at this mischievous naughty, and there was no trace of mischief on his face.

He seemed to have become very calm and calm.

No matter who you are, it is not an easy task to stay calm at this time.

"You're ready to make a move."

"You want me to do it?"

Wusheng stared at and poked his hand, stared at and poked his sword, "One move, it's not a false shot, there are not many such swordsmanship." ”

"You're not afraid of death?"

Silent without life.

Silence is the best word, the best answer.

"You shouldn't know the power of this sword now, you should know why so many killers in the rivers and lakes come and want to kill you."

I don't want to know.

There was no life, so he was already waiting, waiting for the power of the blow.

"You're going to force me to make a move?"

Silent without life.

The man nodded, staring at the sword, and the soft sword suddenly became less soft, softer, and more evil.

He suddenly stared at Wusheng, and his hand suddenly moved.

The move has been made, and the sword has left the hand.

The sword flashed, and suddenly a Jedi came out, flying out of the crotch of his pants like a rainbow, and piercing it on the top of his head.

The sword aura shocked the souls of each and every one of them.

The eyes of each of them were full of fear and disbelief, and the power of this blow was really strange, really strange.

made a move, and the example was not in vain, this signboard was not insulted, not at all.

The sword intent did not disappear, and suddenly floated to the hand holding the sword, and the hand holding the sword was still tightly gripped, without a trace of trembling.

Blood suddenly splattered wildly from the top of his head.

Until this time, the sword light gradually faded, the chill gradually disappeared, the sword blade gradually softened, and the body fell softly.

Falling like mud.

Yang Qing only felt that her body was completely stiff and frozen, and she looked at Wusheng.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue was silent.

"Why did he kill himself?"

Wusheng looked at the sword, which no longer had a trace of murderous intent, and was as soft as dead meat.

"He never dishonored this murderous sign."

"Does that move have a chance to kill you?"

Wusheng nodded.

"But why didn't he do that?"

Silent without life.

If a person lives too long under fame, he may know the reason.

The little girl moved excitedly, and suddenly pounced on the man.

She didn't seem to dare that this was true, people who knew this kind of swordsmanship lived to kill people, and would never be killed by others.

But he was dead, so they didn't believe.

They didn't believe why the sword would kill them, why didn't they kill Wusheng.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue walked over, and the stone statue stopped seven feet away.

"He's dead."

The little girl wept, screamed, and wailed, "You forced him to death." ”

Silent without life.

"He doesn't want to kill you, does he?"

Silent without life.

"Do you also know that he doesn't dare to make a move? Even if he did, he wouldn't have the slightest chance of killing you, would he? ”

Silent without life.

"He didn't want to insult the name of the murderer, so he killed himself, and you forced him to death."

Silent and deeply sighed.

"The gun god is so cold, so poisonous, I ......."

In the middle of the words, the little girl suddenly swept up, and pounced on Wusheng like a hungry wolf, as if to knock Wusheng down, and then bite one by one.

Silent, he closed his eyes, as if he was waiting for her to come and bite.

He was still reluctant to shoot women, not a single one.

He seemed to know the pain and sorrow of the little girl.

Did he try to get her release as well as he could? This kind of pain and sorrow is not something that normal people can endure.

Yang Qing wouldn't agree, she saw Wusheng sighing, then closed her eyes, and knew everything.

She kicked out suddenly, kicking the little girl away.

Yang Qing hugged Wusheng tightly and pressed her body tightly, as if she wanted to tell Wusheng how stupid and unwise she was.

The little girl did not come again, and several other people had already grabbed her.

Wusheng sighed deeply and walked slowly over, stopping not far from them.

They stared at each of them like spearheads, as if they were going to stab them to death on the ground.

"He is dead, and he is dead at my hand."

They were silent, and the bones were picked up, but they did not leave.

"If you want revenge, you can do it at any time."

There was no knife in the hand holding the knife, and the slingshot had appeared, but his eyes were vaguely painful and resentful, "He didn't die in your hands, he committed suicide." ”

Silent without life.

"So we're not going to seek revenge on you."

The man is gone, and the blood will not be dried.

The soft sun is more intense, and the body is already hot.

Not far away, Mr. Storyteller struggled over, staring at Wusheng without saying a word for a long time.

Yang Qing took Wusheng's hand, "Can I ask him now?" ”

Neither is alive nor moving.

Yang Qing stared at Mr. Storyteller, "Can I ask you something now?" ”

Mr. Storyteller nodded and smiled, "You wait a minute." ”

Yang Qing didn't understand.

The storyteller walked over to the old man at the grocery store, took out the egg from the old man's hand, and smiled, mysteriously.

"Do you know what this is?"

Yang Qing didn't understand and didn't speak.

The lifeless stone turned around, staring and poking at the man, "I know. ”

The storyteller's smile stiffened, "Tell me about it." ”

Wusheng stared and poked at the egg, "This person is the hall master of Perak Hall. ”

The storyteller's smile stiffened completely.

"You're friends, always have, aren't you?"

The storyteller was silent.

"You spent money to buy the five children of Qishan, and you want to kill me on the long street?"

The storyteller was silent.

"You pretend to be an elder of the beggar gang, and the five children of Qishan strike first, and you will be injured, so you can wait for an opportunity on the side?"

Mr. Storyteller nodded, "Yes, you're smart. ”

"You should have done it when I killed him, and that's your agreement, wasn't it?"

"Yes, I should have killed you together, otherwise, he wouldn't have agreed to this."

"But you didn't do it because you didn't think the opportunity was good enough, did you?"

"Yes."

"You want to wait until the five children of Qishan make a move, you are doing it, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"But you didn't pay much, did you?"

"Yes."

"So the soft sword won't strike."

The storyteller nodded, already smiling. "You know that, too."

Wusheng stared at and poked his smile, as if he wanted to poke this person's smile alive, poke it to death in every wrinkle.

"You also calculated that I would definitely force the soft sword to strike, didn't you?"

The storyteller smiled even more cheerfully, "The gun god is so cute." ”

"The time when the soft sword shoots is your best chance, and that's when you wait."

"Yes, that's when I'm going to wait."

"But you didn't expect that the soft sword would be reluctant to make a move."

"Yes." The storyteller nodded, and there was already regret and disappointment in his eyes.

"So your chance is lost."

The storyteller nodded, but there was no hint of fear.

Yang Qing didn't understand.

There's no reason why he's still so composed.

Wusheng stared and poked at the egg in Mr. Storyteller's hand, "That's not an egg." ”

The storyteller nodded, smiling more pleasantly, pleasantly and excitedly.

"That's the heart of the thunderbolt, isn't it?"

"Yes, I really didn't hide it from you, you are not a nerd, and it is not by chance that you have survived until now."

Yang Qing suddenly stared at Wusheng, "What is the heart of the thunderbolt?" ”

Silent without life.

The storyteller explained with a smile, "The Heart of Thunderbolt is the thunderbolt of thunderbolts, more powerful than any thunderbolt. ”

Yang Qing's eyes already had a look of fear, "Then you just throw that egg at us, and we will die?" ”

The storyteller nodded, and the smile on his cheek became even more ferocious.

"The master of the Thunderbolt Hall is unwilling to give you the heart of the thunderbolt, so he just keeps it as a hindrance."

The storyteller nodded, laughing as if he was going crazy.

"He took out the thunderbolt heart when he was dying, and you forced it, didn't he?"

The storyteller was silent, and laughed stupidly as if he had no strength left, as if he was about to be enchanted.

"He didn't want to use this Thunderbolt Heart because he was afraid that he would harm the Thunderbolt Hall, didn't he?"

Mr. Storyteller is obsessed, and there are not many people who are obsessed with laughter, maybe only this one, smiling and waving his hand, "You are wrong." ”

Nothing is silent, already waiting.

Yang Qing didn't believe that Wusheng would say something wrong, but Mr. Storyteller was very sure.

He slowly squatted down and removed the delicate mask from the man's cheek, revealing the face of a strange and beautiful, dignified, and elegant lady.

This surprised Yang Qing.

Who is this person? Who is Mr. Storyteller?

Yang Qing looked at this face stupidly, and she was already stupid, because she didn't believe that this face was so beautiful.

Although he is no longer young, although the years have taken away the years, but he promotes dignified, elegant, and delicate, no matter what kind of man looks at it, he can't help but be lovesick and can't sleep, can't eat, this dignified, elegant, and delicate should not be out of the face of a woman who has passed away, because this needs the vitality and spirit of young people, and she will not have either of them.

Miracles have happened.

Silent and silent, it seems that he does not want to speak anymore.

There was no trace of emotion in the empty eyes, and there was no trace of surprise.

"You'll never know who this is?" Mr. Storyteller laughed and jumped wildly like a demon.

Yang Qing stared at it stupidly, "Who is this?" ”

"This is the lady of the hall master of Perak Hall."

Yang Qing was silent, this is indeed unbelievable, because this is really unimaginable.

"Do you know how I tricked her?"

The storyteller was already jumping and screaming madly with his stomach in his arms, which was really proud of himself, and even more unforgettable.

This was perhaps the most brilliant and brilliant ploy of his life, and it was also the most comfortable and enjoyable ploy for himself.

There was no reason why he shouldn't be complacent.

As soon as he gently threw the Thunderbolt Heart at the Void, they would be blown to pieces.

Yang Qing suddenly hugged Wusheng tightly, "Do you think we are going to be blown up alive by this person?" ”

Wu Sheng was silent, but he nodded.

His eyes were still staring and poking at Mr. Storyteller, without a hint of change, as if he was too lazy to change.