This time it was Chu Shishanhe's turn to be a little speechless, you said that you were going to kill me, it's not over, what are you doing with so much nonsense.

Chu Shi Shanhe scolded secretly, and took a small step with a smiling face to get in front of the three of them, this very abnormal scene made the three of them a little confused, for fear that some guy who did not play cards according to common sense directly took out a big guy from his arms and blew them up on their backs, felt retreating, and shouted angrily: "Chu Shi Shanhe, what are you going to do!"

"No, no, no." Chu Shishanhe waved his hand and explained, "I'm worried about you, seeing that you haven't recovered from a fight just now, it's better to let me go." Don't you see that there are many voices within you who advocate for me to be released? There must be other considerations, even if I owe you a personal favor for this matter, I will definitely pay it back when we meet in the future."

The emaciated man hid at the end and sighed silently, and suddenly two silver lights appeared in his sleeves, and one dodge had already appeared above Chu Shishanhe's head, and two daggers with a length of one foot pierced down instantly.

Although Chu Shishanhe has been arguing with the three of them, his attention has not relaxed at all, when the emaciated man suddenly appeared above his head, Chu Shishanhe's right leg kicked the ground and quickly swept out, but although Chu Shishanhe reacted so quickly, the black hood on his head was still cut out of two gaps.

The emaciated man failed in one blow, and did not choose to continue the pursuit, but fell directly to the ground, looking at Chu Shishanhe without saying a word, a pair of originally groggy eyes were already murderous at the moment, as if the next moment he would ruthlessly smash the two daggers in his hand to the heart of Chu Shishanhe, and stir his heart and lungs a little bit.

Chu Shishanhe retreated more than a dozen steps before he dared to stop, tore off the hood on his head to reveal his slightly messy short hair, pointed at the emaciated man and scolded angrily, "Bastard, how did you do it? Let's meet on a narrow road, so we have to report to our own home."

"Terran Ink Shadow, Pegasus, Jing Fei Language." The emaciated man said coldly.

"I was able to fight from the newspaper." The crop man took a step forward with a pitch-black axe, "Terran Ink Shadow, Dragon Cannon, Luan Mancang."

After Luan Mancang, the farmer reported to his home, he picked up the axe and wanted to rush forward, but when Chu Shishanhe saw this, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him: "Brother Mancang, wait, wait, the little brother in the back hasn't said that yet."

The scholar snorted and chuckled, and said, "This should be a loophole in your words, do you really want to fight the three of us alone?"

"It's like dragging it out." Chu Shishanhe said.

"Oh, if you drag it out, will someone come to save you?" The scholar said, "The madman of Chu has already left Daming City, and you have no chance."

Chu Shi Shanhe suddenly realized: "It turned out that the guy from the madman Chu injured you, don't be in vain for the roast mutton I invited him."

The scholar did not choose to continue to talk to Chu Shishanhe, after all, it didn't mean anything to Chu Shishanhe or them at all.

"Terran Ink Shadow, Water Pawn, Jin Yuanbai." The scholar said to Jing Feiyu and Luan Mancang, "Kill him."

"Okay." Luan Mancang chuckled, waved the axe in his hand and rushed towards Chu Shishanhe.

Jing Feiyu is a dodge that has completely disappeared, as if just like his code name, the wind horse, has blended into the wind, moving with the wind, making it difficult to trace.

Chu Shishanhe's eyes quickly swept around, trying to find the trace of Jing Feiyu, but there was no other abnormality except for feeling that the wind around him had significantly strengthened.

"Two martial artists, this Luan Mancang should be practicing foreign kung fu, Jing Feiyu is mainly attacking speed assassination, it's troublesome." Chu Shishanhe muttered to himself, and then directly picked up the handful of Zhu He wrapped in black cloth from behind and greeted Luan Mancang.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Zhu He collided directly with the black short axe, just like Hong Zhong Dalu, and the powerful sound wave was like a tide wrapped in wind and snow.

The strip of black cloth used to wrap Zhu He instantly turned into nothingness under the powerful impact.

"Forbidden knives, Zhu He style." Luan Mancang recognized this huge black knife at a glance, of course, in his eyes, it was just an imitation knife of Zhu He, after all, even the file of the ink shadow was recorded by Qin Chu: "Black King Fall,

Zhu He ruined."

As for whether his authority is not yet able to access that level of files, Luan Mancang doesn't care, for him, as long as he gives him a name to kill, or tells him what kind of identity he should lurk there, it doesn't matter, if he has something to do and something to eat, it is enough.

Under that blow, Chu Shi Shanhe's right hand holding the knife was faintly numb, although Chu Shi Shanhe already looked up to this Luan Mancang outside of himself, but when he really encountered it, he knew that he was still small after all.

"The Golden Body of the Six Realms?" Chu Shishanhe asked.

Luan Mancang paused and retorted honestly, "No, it's the Seven Realms of Escape." qδ

"Martial Arts Seven Realms, I think that guy Zhang Fuzhi is only in the Six Realms Golden Body Realm, you ink shadows won't all be at this level, it doesn't look high." Chu Shishanhe complained, of course scolding and scolding, if it weren't for the fact that this group of guys were all injured, the three martial artists and the seven realms would have been able to press him to the ground and hack him to death several times.

Luan Mancang didn't deliberately hide it, and after a blow, he slashed at Chu Shishanhe's head again, and said, "We are all newcomers, if the old man came before, you are dead now."

Jin Yuanbai reminded, "Peace, don't talk too much, concentrate on fighting."

"Hmm." Luan Mancang responded and continued to attack, attacking Chu Shishan River.

Terran Ink Shadow, like most spy assassination organizations, has always been a repetition system, only when the original chess player dies to vacate the position, there will be a chance to be promoted, this is an open secret, and there is no need to hide it, Jin Yuanbai interrupted Luan Mancang's words, but he didn't want Luan Mancang to be diverted by the devil's words.

"it." At the same time that Chu Shi Shanhe was able to hold Luan Mancang's axe, he suddenly felt a chill in his back, and sure enough, in the next second, Jing Feiyu's two daggers had appeared on the back of Chu Shishanhe's neck.

Chu Shi Shanhe quickly twisted his body to dodge the blow in an extremely strange posture, but Chu Shi Shanhe still felt a tingling pain in his back and blood flowed out later.

This time, Jing Feiyu still did not choose to continue to pursue the victory, he stood on one foot, and in the crook of his other folded leg was a short dagger, on which blood was falling from time to time.

Chu Shishanhe reached out and touched the wound in the big hole in the cotton coat on his back, and there was no accident that he felt a hand of blood, and Chu Shishanhe grinned a little in pain.

Jin Yuanbai paused and asked seriously, "Now that the snow is falling, if you want to wear a white dress and hide your breath, even if I want to find you on this endless snow field, it will not be easy. Is this cloak of yours used to prevent your injuries from being exposed?"

"Well, it's not." Chu Shishanhe waved his hand and said, "Actually, I'm afraid that I will be frozen and fainted halfway and no one will save me, and I can see it from afar when I wear black, and maybe I can pick up a life and come back."

Faced with this unpretentious answer, Rao is Jin Yuanbai was a little speechless.

"Do something real, or you won't survive." Jing Fei said coldly.