Everything in the temple is broken, broken long cases, broken incense burners, broken windows, even the statues of gods are broken.

There were two people sitting by the fire, one of them had no glimmer of light in his eyes like dead fish, twenty knives neatly inserted in the leather on his chest, holding a wine jug in his hand, drinking slowly, and the other had red hair, three or four things missing from one cheek, his chin, ears, and nose were missing, and he was holding a Vajra Zen staff in his hand, and he was admiring a dancing stick not far away.

The sound of the stick whirred, and the cheeks gradually turned red.

The sound of the stick disappeared, and a long stick stood straight against the wall, and the man stretched, his bones suddenly bursting like firecrackers.

No matter what kind of person you are, it's easy to see that this person is not bad.

This person looked extremely respectful to the drinker, "It's really a shame to come here this time to wait for an unknown person." ”

The person holding the wine jug suddenly stared at this person and smiled coldly, "If it weren't for the fact that Master Shin had asked the three of us to wait for this kid here, what would I say to wait for work, blind man, I really want to chase him out overnight and kill him." ”

The man gently wiped the sweat from the corner of his mouth, and grunted again.

The last man stroked the staff, stared at the firelight, and nodded in acknowledgement, "That's right." ”

At this time, a series of chirping sounds suddenly sounded in the corner of the wall, and the blind man's hand suddenly waved, and a cold light suddenly flew out, and the chirping suddenly disappeared, and a mouse suddenly nailed to the wooden pillar.

The blind man's ears moved, and suddenly his hand waved again, and a cold light flew out and fixed on the beam.

There was nothing on the beams, and the knife didn't seem to hit anything.

The blind man sneered, "Is there a mouse on the wooden pillar?" ”

The monk's hand suddenly stretched out from the Vajra Zen staff, and clapped his hands gently, "It's a terrible knife, it's very powerful, look at Fusang, maybe no one can dodge." ”

The long stick stared at the knife on the beam, gently touched his chin and touched his ear, and did not speak for a long time.

The blind man sneered, "If you have any fart, let it go, don't bully the blind man." ”

The long stick blinked, and continued to look at the firelight, "Why did this deadly knife miss?" ”

The monk also looked at it, his cheeks flushed with surprise, and said slowly, "Yes, that fatal knife has failed." ”

The blind man's ears moved, and he said in a deep voice, "Impossible, it should be a small flying insect." ”

The long stick was gently swept up, and the beam was taken off from the wood, and his face was even more admirable.

"It's a cockroach." His voice was filled with indescribable respect and surprise.

The blind man laughed.

"A blind man's flying knife is really a blind man's flying knife." The monk laughed, "As soon as that spear god arrives here, he may immediately become a god of death." ”

The long stick also smiled and nodded in acknowledgement.

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Seeing the fire in the ruined temple, Ah Guo became nervous.

"There's someone in there?"

"Yes."

"It's nice for us to go somewhere else, or to make a fire on the ground." Ah Guo looked at the three people by the firelight inside.

Those three people really don't look like good people.

Wusheng suddenly stood and stared at the three people in the temple, "You don't want to go in?" ”

Ah Guo nodded, she was really scared.

Wusheng sighed, "It's a pity that if we go down, they will also be below, we can't escape." ”

"Who are they? Why are you waiting for us there? ”

"They are murderers, waiting there to kill us."

Ah Guo's breathing was already short, "We can escape, your light skills are very good, we will definitely escape." ”

"I'm a gun god and I never run away."

Ah Guo nodded.

"So we still have to go in, no matter how good their skills are, I'm going to meet them for a while."

The corners of Ah Guo's mouth twitched, he looked at the stick on the wall, then at the Vajra Zen staff, and whispered, "You're not afraid of them?" ”

"Why should I be afraid of them?" The lifeless stone statue walked over, and Ah Guo held the cloak tightly.

The three people inside were smiling proudly, as if they were very happy and proud.

Seeing that the smiles of the three people who came in suddenly disappeared, their faces became extremely ugly.

The long stick was the fastest, he turned around and suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed it hard, and the long stick fixed on the wall suddenly came into his hand.

"The gun god is lifeless?" A fierce glint suddenly appeared on his cheeks.

Wusheng nodded.

"Very well, then take your life."

Before he could say anything, the blind man's hand began to wave, and the cold light flashed, and suddenly settled into the hand of Wusheng.

Wusheng held the knife, but his empty eyes stared at and poked the blind man, "Your knife is very good, but it's a pity that you are blind." ”

The blind man nodded and laughed, "The blind man is not fake, but unfortunately you are wrong." ”

The long stick suddenly pounced on the lifeless, and the stick whirred and hit the lifeless body.

In the fluttering shadow of the stick, it floated up like a light smoke and fell on the branches of the cedar tree.

In the dark night, there were no human figures, no sticks, only voices, whirring.

The long stick sneered, "The spear god has no life, and hiding in the night is a good idea, but unfortunately it is not the best idea." ”

Silent without life.

The blind man walked out slowly, and in one step he was under the tree, and his figure was surprisingly fast, incredibly fast, unimaginable.

He just giggled.

Lifeless suddenly floated up, and a series of sounds of breaking the air suddenly passed through their ears and went straight to the sky.

"What is this?" Ah Guo's heart was terrified again.

"Flying knives are the deadly knives of a blind man." Floating to the ground like a light smoke, staring at the three men.

As if to stab them alive on the ground.

"Who are they? Isn't it hard to deal with? ”

"Yes, these three people are the famous three evils in the underworld." Wusheng's hand suddenly stretched out, and five or six knives were suddenly held by him.

When the hand was released, the knife "clanged ......", but when it fell to the ground, it became extremely broken.

"Who are the three shasers? That sounds like a good name? Ah Guo stared at the three of them coldly.

"Fusang is a good underworld player, rarely misses, and his shot is worth a thousand taels of silver." The lifeless body suddenly jumped up and down a few times, and a dozen knives suddenly slammed into the sky with a strong wind.

At this time, there was suddenly an extra monk beside them, laughing and waving the Zen staff in his palm.

A large cedar tree, just swept away by his Zen staff, suddenly creaked and fell.

Who are they? It's really fatal, especially the blind man, the knife in his hand is like a ghost in the night, maybe he will fly out and take his own life.

Wusheng fell not far away like a light smoke, the monk held the Zen stick and smiled coldly, staring at Wusheng coldly, happy as if he was a naughty child, seeing a toy.

There is something wrong with him, and he will laugh when he sees his opponent.

"The gun god is lifeless? Have you ever died? "You must not die, or we won't have to play." ”

"I'm fine, you still have something to play." Wusheng kicked out and kicked on the stick of the long stick, the body of the stick shook, and the hand holding the stick trembled slightly.

The Zen staff suddenly danced and pounced, he was obviously in the distance, but he was on the edge in one step.

Amazing speed, amazing dynamics.

No matter who is greeted by such a staff, it will not be comfortable, and in fact it will not only be painful, sad, but also extremely unfortunate.

Wusheng stepped on the Zen staff with one foot, and with a wave of the Zen staff, his body rose and suddenly fell on top of the temple.

The two of them actually escaped the power of the Zen staff, and avoided the shadow of the long stick dancing.

The leaves are falling and the night is forested.

With a wave of the blind man's hand, seven or eight cold rays of light suddenly shot into the lifeless body.

The lifeless body suddenly sank and fell into the temple, the firelight twisted gently, and there was a roast pheasant and two roast hares on it, and the fragrance was strong.

Seven or eight cold rays of light swept over their heads, and Ah Guo couldn't help but scream, and suddenly fainted.

Sigh of nothingness.

He approached the fire like a stone statue, picked up the roasted pheasant, and ate it with a big gulp, "I didn't expect your craftsmanship to be so good." ”

The monk suddenly pounced in, the smile on his face had disappeared, and his nose kept sobbing, "Are you still in the mood to eat?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

He was still eating, and he didn't stop, and although he had a woman in his arms and three good murderers on his side, it didn't affect his determination to enjoy the food.

The blind man smiled, and he smiled and took off the leather from his body, and there was still leather underneath, and there were still twenty knives neatly inserted in the leather, and there was no shortage of one, and each one was placed in an extremely neat position.

"You don't seem to care about us now?"

Wusheng put down the roast chicken, of course, a whole roast chicken has bones left, there is no trace of meat bones, "You are right, I really didn't take you seriously." ”

The blind man smiled coldly, his hand suddenly touched the leather, and twenty knives suddenly came into his hand, "You seem to be very comfortable, so I try to make you a little uncomfortable." ”

As he spoke, two flying knives suddenly flew out, and twenty cold and bright cold lights suddenly shot into the chest.

Wusheng kicked the fire, and a few sticks of wood suddenly floated up.

More than a dozen flying knives suddenly settled on the wood, and the wood turned into a stack ......of knives in an instant.

The cold light disappeared suddenly, and the smile on the blind man's face suddenly froze and froze to death, and his muscles twitched constantly.

"You ......."

He was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Is this a deadly throwing knife?" Wusheng kicked a few sticks of wood into the fire again, the fire beeping and peeling, and the knife was already faintly shining in the firelight.

The blind man gritted his teeth and stared coldly at Wusheng, "You are the Gun God Wusheng?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

The empty eyes stared and poked the blind man like spears, as if they wanted to poke the blind man to death on the ground.

No one will feel good to be stared at by these eyes, and the blind are no exception.

There is something wrong with these eyes, when one eye pokes someone's face, the other eye pokes the chest, and when one eye pokes the other's chest, the other eye pokes the crotch of the pants.

It's a strange, weird, and terrifying pair of eyes.

The blind man could not see, but he could feel it, and he felt a dull pain everywhere in his body, and he was going mad with pain.

He quickly took off the leather, only to find that his body was naked, and the knife on his body was gone.

A blind man without a throwing knife is really a blind man, blind and pitiful.

Wusheng suddenly picked up the roasted hare, and walked towards the blind man, who walked very slowly, but at once came to him.

"Here's for you." Wusheng's words were very sincere and clear.

The blind man took the roasted hare, and every muscle on his cheeks trembled and throbbed, "You are really a spear god, and this name is not for nothing." ”

He suddenly stopped talking, took the roasted hare, ate it heavily, and slowly retreated to the dilapidated wall, leaning against it.

He no longer cares about lifelessness.

The long stick glanced at the blind man, and then stared coldly at Wusheng, "I want to kill you, you haven't passed my level yet." ”

He suddenly made a move, he didn't move the stick, and his fancy movements not only did not have any use, but also made others look extremely uncomfortable.

So he just stabbed straight at Wusheng, as if he wanted to stab into the wall, simple, direct, and effective.

There are many ways to kill people, and the simplest and most direct is perhaps the most effective.

This blow is undoubtedly the right one, but it is not the most correct.

His stick stabbed out like an arrow, and then it was in the palm of a man's hand.

Wusheng clutched the stick tightly, motionless like a stone statue.

The long stick gritted his teeth, the cold sweat on his forehead slipped down like rain, he only felt a force coming, pressing his body to sink, and he gradually sank, and the cold, hard floor suddenly shattered, and his feet slowly sank into it.

He suddenly shouted, "Monk, make a move, right now." ”

The monk picked up the Zen staff and suddenly smashed it hard at Wusheng, their distance was not far, and the shot was very fast, there was really no reason why he couldn't fight.

But there were.

As soon as the Zen staff was swung out, it was blocked by the long stick, pressed down, and pressed against the cold, hard floor.

The monk's cheeks were no better than the long stick, and his eyes were full of surprise, disbelief, and admiration, "Convinced, admit defeat." ”

Wusheng nodded.

The stick was raised slightly, the Zen staff was retracted, and the monk's face was like ashes, he glanced at it coldly, and also walked to the corner of the wall, leaning against the wall.

The monk didn't seem to want to ask about it.

Wusheng's hand was still holding the stick, and the foot of the long stick sank even more, and gradually even his knees sank.

He stared at Wusheng coldly, and said coldly, "Why is your strength so great?" ”

Wusheng stared at the gradually sinking legs, "Can't you stand it anymore?" ”

The long stick was silent, gritted his teeth, and sweat was more on his cheeks.

"How are you now? Seems uncomfortable? Do you want to be comfortable? ”

The long stick struggled to squeeze out a sentence, "I'm just a little weird." ”

"What are you wondering about? Tell me about it? ”

"I just wonder why you are so powerful with a woman in your arms? Why aren't you tired? ”

"Why should I be tired?" Wusheng suddenly pushed harder.

The long stick's cheeks gradually distorted and deformed, and he screamed loudly, "Admit defeat, surrender, let go...... admit defeat, surrender, let go....... ”

Ah Guo suddenly woke up from his sleep and looked at this man in surprise.

"What's wrong with them?"

Wusheng pressed hard twice before letting go of his hand.

When he let go of his hand, the long stick suddenly fell limply, and he rolled on the ground with the stick, gasping for breath.

Wusheng carried Ah Guo to the fire, and handed the roasted hare to Ah Guo.

Ah Guo smiled in surprise, "You baked it?" ”

"I didn't bake it." Wusheng pointed at the three people and said slowly, "They roasted it." ”

The appearance of these three people did not seem to be very happy, one was more sad than the other, and the person lying on the ground was not only sad, but also extremely painful.

"They seem to be unhappy? Is there something stimulating? ”

"Yes, every single one of them was stimulated." Wusheng sighed, and continued, "They all wanted to kill us, so I stimulated them. ”

Ah Guo smiled bitterly, "How did you stimulate him?" ”

Wusheng pointed at the blind man, "That is the blind man, one of the three evils of Fusang, and the weapon he uses is a flying knife, which is called a deadly knife." ”

Ah Guo smiled stupidly, "His flying knife doesn't seem to kill you?" ”

"His throwing knives may only kill rats and cockroaches." Wusheng then pointed to the wooden pillar.

A throwing knife pinned the rat to a wooden post.

As soon as Wusheng's hand grabbed it, a flying knife suddenly came into his hand, and a cockroach was suddenly inserted in the tip of the knife.

Ah Guo smiled, her gaze fell on the monk on the side, "What about the other one?" ”

"That is one of the three evils of Fusang, the monk, and the weapon used is the Vajra Zen staff, which is said to weigh two hundred catties, and many people were swept by him, and their lives were reimbursed."

Ah Guo smiled stupidly, no matter what interesting things a curious and beautiful woman encountered, she couldn't help but ask more.

They can always find fun and joy in these strange and magical things.

Ah Guo smiled stupidly, "Why didn't he reimburse our lives." ”

"Because he was suddenly persuaded and threw in the towel."

Ah Guo covered his mouth and laughed, which was really interesting and wonderful.

She looked at the man rolling on the ground and said, "Who is he?" ”

"He is one of the three evils of Fusang, the long stick, the weapon used is the long stick, it is said that this long stick can sweep thousands of armies, the great monk in the stone temple will give him three points of thin noodles, and he will be called Mr. Stick."

"Then why did he crouch in the ground just now?" Ah Guo stared at the pit in surprise.

She couldn't have imagined that Wusheng would crush him to the ground alive and press him out of such a deep pit.

"I pressed him, his skills are not bad, if he cultivates with his heart for thirty years, he may really be very powerful."

"He's really that good at sticks?" Ah Guo smiled and stared at the long stick.

"Yes, his stick may be better than that of most monks in Fuso's temples."

Ah Guo was silent.

Remove one leg from the roasted rabbit and hand it to Wusheng.

Wusheng shook his head, "I've eaten it." ”

Although Ah Guo was eating in his mouth, he was smiling like a thief, "What do Fusang Sansha like to do?" ”

"It is said that in addition to good deeds, he will do a little bit of everything, such as killing, arson, robbing houses, and robbing people's daughters、......。"

"And what are they most professional about?"

"Treating other people's things as your own is the terrible thing about Fuso."

Ah Guo smiled stupidly, "They are so scoundrels? ”

Wusheng nodded, "Sometimes they are not only scoundrels, but also shameless. ”