The words are finished, and the sword is not out.

The room was dull and strange, the door was not closed, and the doorman was vaguely on the edge of the door, standing motionless like a panel.

His face was as stiff and dull as a door.

Yang Qing pulled Liu Ecstasy far away, and seemed to be unwilling to approach this person at all, this sword.

Wusheng was already waiting, waiting for the sword to be unsheathed.

The sword had not been unsheathed for a long time, and there was no hand on the hilt.

The smile on his face was still there, and the majesty had not diminished a point.

The people outside can't stand it anymore, they seem to be unable to stand the silence, the loneliness of no business, sometimes more unbearable and difficult to face than the flying flesh and blood.

The breeze was so soft that there was no sound left.

The carpenters were already gasping, putting down their tools and sitting on the stone steps at the door to drink water, as if only this gurgling sound was heard in heaven and earth.

"You're going to duel me?"

Wu Sheng was silent, still nodding.

The sword was in the hand, unsheathed, and there was no hand on the hilt.

Was he reluctant to shoot, or was he afraid of a lifeless gun?

Xing Tian smiled, "Duel is a pleasure, and I'm also obsessed. ”

Silent without life.

He didn't ask him why he was so obsessed with it that he didn't get out of the sheath?

Xing Tian suddenly stared at Wusheng's hand and the gun in his hand.

Pale hands, pitch-black guns.

Xingtian stared at his sword and looked at it again, and stretched out his hand.

He finally reached out his hand.

His hand did not touch the hilt of the sword, but touched the gray beard.

The gaze has fallen outside, and everything outside is ready, just waiting for the curse, just waiting for the slaughter spell.

The big knife on the wooden frame was slowly glowing, and the blood-red silk was already fluttering.

"I've always been particular about this kind of enjoyment."

Speechless, waiting for him to continue.

"I'm very picky about the opponent, the time, and the place."

Silent without life.

There was no trace of emotion in the empty eyes, nor a trace of disgust or disgust, staring and poking at Xingtian's cheeks.

There wasn't a hint of change in his cheeks, not a single change.

Not even the smile on his face changed.

"The time and place are not right, I will not make a move."

Silent without life.

Suddenly, he turned around like a stone statue and walked towards the door, opening the door wider.

Xing Tian walked out slowly.

Wusheng closed the door, unwilling to look at him.

This man no longer seems to be worthy of his own view, and he seems to have become disgusted and bored with this man.

He didn't leave the door, staring and poking at it, and it seemed that there was already someone behind it.

Yang Qing didn't understand, and the fear in her eyes became even more intense.

"Did you see the back?"

There was no sound, and it was extremely quiet in the back, not like there were people at all.

Wusheng suddenly slowly retracted the gun, and then stood up like a stone statue.

Blood was dripping from the tip of the spear.

The door was opened, the door was shattered, and a man with a sword fell with a scream.

The sword has been unsheathed, the cold light is still there, the tip of the sword has been fixed on the door panel, and the door panel will be worn or not.

The hand holding the sword did not leave the hilt, and his eyes stared at Wusheng in a daze, as if he wanted to bite Wusheng to death.

Wusheng was not bitten to death.

Standing like a stone statue, he walked out like a stone statue, and the downstairs was already full of people.

There are men, there are women, there are swordsmen, there are scholars, there are masters, there are helpers,......。

Some people's swords were unsheathed, but they didn't come up, staring coldly at Wusheng, staring at the gun in Wusheng's hand.

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

The empty eyes did not have a trace of emotion, let alone a trace of fear, staring and poking at them.

It was as if he was waiting, waiting for them to come up and duel him.

As long as there is a duel, it is the same everywhere.

It's no longer important to be unfair to himself, and he doesn't care if it's fair.

Yang Qing suddenly pulled Liu Ecstasy and walked towards lifelessness.

Her heart was about to jump out.

This is the first time I have seen such a scene, and this danger may be the last time I have experienced it.

No one is sure they will get out alive.

Is there any certainty of lifelessness? Maybe he won't go out.

A person who dedicates his life and soul to a duel will never let go of the slightest chance of a duel.

The hand didn't move, the gun was already moving, shaking.

Yang Qing touched it, and suddenly retracted his hand.

Why did his gun shake so violently?

Blood was still dripping from the tip of the spear.

There was no wind, and the cloak was fluttering slowly.

Yang Qing held the cloak, her hands were already numb, she had never seen the cloak shake so violently.

Liu Ecstasy suddenly let go of Yang Qing's hand, "You guys go, I won't go." ”

She suddenly swept up and jumped down.

Yang Qing suddenly reached out to grab it, but she didn't catch it, and she screamed and shed tears.

There were already three people below who suddenly jumped up, their knives flashing, and they pounced on Liu Ecstasy, each knife was very dangerous and fast.

Liu Ecstasy had closed his eyes, and at this moment.

There was a shadow that was swifter than they did, drifting like a light smoke, mysterious and eerie.

There are no more than six people in the rivers and lakes who have such a way.

Smoke picked her up from the light of the sword, and suddenly stopped like a light smoke, and stopped among them.

Standing like a stone statue, silent like a stone statue.

There was no change, still straighter than the gun in his hand.

The empty eyes had no expression, staring and poking at them, as if they were going to poke them to death on the ground.

The knife has failed, and the murderous intent in his eyes is still there, and there is no trace of fading, but there is a touch of resentment, resentment and poison.

One of them laughed and swung his sword, and the sword flashed into his body.

The shiny and white blade of the knife has completely submerged into the body, leaving only a piece of the hilt outside.

The screams are still there, and the body is still shaking, but it has not fallen.

A pair of eyes stared directly at Wusheng, staring at the gun in his hand, "I know that I can't kill you even if I practice for a hundred years, it's better to live than to die, it's better to ......." ”

The other two suddenly hugged him and yelled, "Wait for me, I'm not lonely on the Huangquan Road." ”

As he spoke, two knives suddenly flashed and flashed into his body.

Qi Gen did not enter, and only a piece of the hilt remained on his body.

One fell down with a miserable scream, with a cheerful smile on his cheeks, indescribably moving.

The other also smiled, smiled and pointed at Wusheng, pointing very hard, this was his last strength, "You will also die, I will wait for you below, and we will settle accounts with you at that time." ”

The man has fallen, and the blood is still splashing.

Liu Ecstasy struggled to open his eyes and stared at Wusheng, "Why are you doing this, I don't want to ...... anymore." ”

"You don't want to live anymore?" Wusheng stared and poked at the two swords that were slowly approaching him. "It's not a big deal if you're dead, but have you ever thought about someone else?"

Two swords are unsheathed.

A good sword, a good hand.

A sword light is soft and flexible, and a bite is fast, fierce and accurate.

The two of them suddenly made a move, one fast and one slow, one soft and one rigid.

There was already a smile in Wusheng's eyes, and at the moment when he stretched out a smile in his eyes.

A sword suddenly grew from his feet.

This is the sword that kills, it is unimaginable, and I can't believe that there will be a sword here.

Wusheng didn't expect it, he really didn't expect that there was a sword here.

The sword light floated out.

His body had drifted away like a light smoke, floating outside.

There was a scream inside, a ghost like a pig-killing ghost screaming ripples, and the sword in his palm "ding" fell to the ground.

His life and soul have become one with the earth and can never be separated.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, still straighter than the gun in his hand, standing upright, standing upright, living upright.

There seems to be a kind of person in the world, no matter what time it is, he will be upright and upright, and he will always be upright.

Even if you die, you will die upright.

The tip of the spear was still dripping blood, not dripping, and it was stained again.

The blood-red satin on the handle of the knife was still fluttering softly, and there was not a trace of blood on the blade.

No matter the weight, length, width, thickness, or even the feeling of holding the blade, it is undoubtedly exactly the same as the big knife in the execution field.

Wusheng stared and poked at the knife, "Good knife." ”

Two swords have floated out, one slow and one fast, one soft and one rigid.

Staring at the bloody hole on the lifeless body, the bleeding blood hole, a smile already appeared on his cheeks, fierce, cruel and vicious.

This is not a smile that people should have, and this kind of smile really deserves to go to hell.

Wusheng hugged Liu Ecstasy tightly, unwilling to look at the two of them, these two swords seemed to be disgusting and vomiting.

The two laughed loudly and slowly approached Wusheng, getting closer and closer, and the smile on their faces became more intense.

But suddenly they saw Wusheng slowly retract the gun.

They don't understand, why is that?

Why retract the gun and why not shoot? Isn't it good for me?

Everyone thought so, and they didn't seem to believe it was true.

Just when they couldn't figure it out, a bloody hole suddenly appeared in the chests of the two people, and blood suddenly splattered out.

Every corner of the body suddenly lost control, writhing violently, and swayed violently.

The blood mist startled everyone.

No one didn't believe that the gun had already killed two swords, because no one saw when Wusheng fired the gun, only saw Wusheng slowly retract the gun.

It shrank very slowly, slowly, as if it was very weak.

The tip of the spear was still dripping blood, not dripping, and it was stained again.

Wusheng suddenly collapsed, struggling to his feet, standing like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

The blood was still drifting, and his eyes were staring and poking at the front like a gun, as if he wanted everything in front of him to be poked to death, poked to death on the ground.

Liu Ecstasy suddenly held Wusheng up, "You ......." ”

She was speechless, her words seemed to have been drowned in the blood of her lifeless body, drowning alive.

Wusheng caressed Liu's body, "I'm fine, you'll be fine." ”

The smile in his eyes was still there, there was no trace of pain or sorrow, only joy and cheerfulness, as if he had enjoyed the most exciting and enjoyable thing in the world at this time.

Liu ecstasy didn't understand, she couldn't figure it out.

Why is a person so happy and cheerful at this time? Why is there no trace of pain and sorrow?

Maybe it's not that she can't figure it out alone, everyone can't figure it out, why is that?

Not only can't I figure it out, but there's no reason for it to happen.

She can't figure it out, maybe it looks like Wusheng can't figure her out.

When a person's life is clearly hanging by a thread, why would he feel pity and sympathy for others? Why don't you feel pity and sympathy for yourself?

The soft breeze is fluttering, and the white clouds are long in the sky.