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Mao Mao felt his slender hand being caressed by a powerful hand in his black robe. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

His hand was like a file, more like a comb, and it ran along Maomao's fingers all the way to her wrist.

Grate to grate, Mao Mao's complexion changed.

Curiosity turned to shyness, and his neck turned crimson.

"You, you're not Liu Yishou!" Mao Mao retracted his hand.

"You're—"

Before Mao Mao finished speaking, the hatsman interrupted her in the black gauze curtain: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I touched your skin." ”

"Ah, you're not! You're ......."

Woo!

Before Mao Mao's words were finished, the hunchbacked man flew over like a bullet, as quiet as a virgin and moving like a rabbit, and his light skills were indeed very high.

He is as fast as the bullet comes out of the chamber.

He is like a bullet that comes out of the chamber, and whatever he hits, it will shatter.

His body slammed into the black robe of the seated man at this moment.

Just listen to the sound of "bang!".

The body of the man with the hat shook, the black robe bulged into a black ball, and the bullet of the hunchback man was actually bounced back to the same place.

"Good guy, such a powerful qigong!"

The hunchback man was shocked: "Are you Liu Yishou?"

"How is it, isn't it?"

The hunchbacked man snorted: "If yes, return my steamed buns, no, we will kill you!"

"Who are you?"

"It's all of us. ”

"Hahahaha!"

The hat-bearer suddenly burst out laughing, and the laughter shook people's hairs.

The laughter paused, and he said: "Very good, the person in the world who can kill me in person, I want to see how many heads he has!"

"The steamed bun will be returned to you!"

Syllable!

A steamed bun shot out of his black robe, and the momentum was too fast, and the hunchback man didn't dare to take it hard, and he did a backflip on the spot, and the steamed bun smashed a hole in the wall.

Kong Bufan said suspiciously: "Aren't you Liu Yishou?"

The hatsman said coldly: "You are so superstitious about Liu Yishou?"

Hei Tietou said: "Who in today's martial arts is not superstitious about Liu Yishou? He said that whoever dies must not live." ”

The hat-taker finally stood up, lifted the black robe covering the table, and said:

"Please all come and see these damn people. ”

On the table, there was a handful of gold leaves sent by the black iron head, a silver box sent by Curly Mao Kang, and a gold treasure box sent by Kong Bufan.

A note is attached to each gift.

- On the note of the black iron head: Let Kong Bufan die!

- Curly Maokang's note: Kill the black iron head for me!

- Kong Bufan's note: They all deserve to die!

At this time, the hat-taker put his hands together on the black robe and said with a smile: "Who do you say, who should I kill?"

Hei Tietou angrily pointed at the hat: "Hmph, you are really not Liu Yishou!" Because everyone in the world knows that Liu Yishou only has one arm, but you have two. ”

"Everyone has two, why does he only have one?"

"Everyone in the world knows that Liu's other arm was cut off.

"What did you cut it down?"

"Knifed, of course. ”

"What knife?"

"The Lancet. ”

The hat-taker suddenly swung a knife on the table, and said as if he were serious:

"Isn't it this?"

Everyone present was stunned.

For it is indeed a lancet.

- A delicate lancet with a cherry-like red jade bead on the hilt.

Whoever wears a sword, and whoever wears a sword.

Seeing a knife is like seeing a person.

"River-Yi-Willow!"

As long as you are a person in the rivers and lakes, you should come to such a conclusion.

This conclusion should not be wrong in any way.

It was definitely a tough fight.

In the Wuyi Mountains, on the Jiuqu River, the scenery is infinitely beautiful.

This is the first time that He Yiliu has taken a dart to the rivers and lakes since joining the Kirin Gang.

It was also the first fierce battle that Ha Yiliu encountered since his debut.

He never imagined that the first fierce battle of his debut would take place in such a beautiful landscape.

The scenery is stunningly beautiful: the mountains are like paintbrushes, the water is like ink, they are just quietly placed there, without the need to use a pen or splash ink, and they themselves create a beautiful landscape painting.

Jiuqu River can be described as the soul of Wuyi, three bays and nine songs, meandering for 20 miles, the mountains carry the water to turn, and the water goes around the mountains.

There are four dart rafts of the Kirin Gang, which are lined up and drifting. Ha Yiliu stood on the last bamboo raft.

The stream is nine meandering clouds, and the mountain light is immersed in clear ripples.

The beautiful scenery made He Yiliu's mood excited for a while.

However, when the bamboo raft turned into a mountain peak, He Yiliu suddenly found that the people on the three bamboo rafts in front of him suddenly disappeared.

They either fell on rafts or died in the streams.

Only one person was still standing on the third bamboo raft.

He was in his thirties, holding a long sword in his hand, wearing a hat on his head, a curtain of black veils hanging down, covering his face, and a fluttering black robe, which was both mysterious and magnificent.

He stood on top of the third bamboo raft and waited for the arrival of the river.

This man is a robber without a doubt.

There is no doubt that this robber is strong in martial arts.

Because the people on the three bamboo rafts in front of them were already not weak in martial arts, this person could kill them quietly in an instant, and He Yiliu suddenly felt like a man's back.

There is a wicked man embedded in the good landscape.

The cool mountain breeze turned into a murderous aura like a knife.

Ha Yiliu faced a murderous man.

The lancet, of course, was pulled out without hesitation.

He Yiliu generally does not draw a knife.

At this point, the knife had to be drawn.

The person who can make He Yiliu take the initiative to draw the knife, he will always be the person who is worthy of He Yiliu to draw the knife for him.

At the same time, Ha Yiliu is also confident that he is also the one who deserves to die under the lancet.

When the two rafts approached, neither of them made the first move, but just looked at each other quietly, as if they were both thinking about how to play a game of chess that they would soon win.

Of course, Ha Yiliu was waiting for him to take the first step, because he knew that the other party would definitely make a move before him.

Sure enough, the stream suddenly bloomed, and the other party's bamboo raft stood tall, and he stood on the tip of the raft, and the sun reflected his long sword into a dazzling silver needle - a deadly silver needle!

Then he flew.

His men followed behind the silver needle, like a black thread threaded through the needle, piercing towards the river like a willow.

Such a speed is simply not achievable by a human being, but he has achieved it.

He reached the point where Ha Yiliu was incredible.

Such incredible, He Yiliu was also extremely surprised, and sighed to himself.

But this does not mean that River Yiliu will die.

Because he has a lancet in his hand.

A lancet that kills the Buddha when you see the Buddha, and kills the ghost when you see the ghost!

As long as he has a knife in his hand, He Yiliu is not afraid of anything, even if the opponent is a heavenly soldier and a general.

The silver needle carried the light and heat of the sun and plunged headlong into the collarbone of He Yiliu.

Because it came so fast, it was so fast that He Yiliu couldn't dodge.

The silver needle finally passed through Ha Yiliu's collarbone.

But at the same time, the black thread that pierced the silver needle was also broken!

So-

He Yiliu had a silver needle in his body—it was a long, thin sword.

The black thread that the other party broke was one of his arms.

In an instant, both of them were severely wounded.

But in an instant, Ha Yiliu just let the opponent's long sword pierce the flesh between his collarbones, and the reason why he did this was because the opponent was too fast, and he also risked his life for himself, and he could use the lancet to cut off the opponent's sword-holding hand and shorten the path and time.

In an instant, the opponent lost one of his arms, as well as the sword on that arm.

The situation is immediately divided.

The opponent lost because he was obviously more painful than Ha Yiliu.

Not only did he lose in martial arts, but he also lost in momentum.

Masters fight, if the momentum loses, it will be completely lost.

He Yiliu pulled out his sword from his body, and with a wave of his arm, the sword like a silver needle pierced the mountain wall by the stream.

Since then, the scenery of Wuyi Jiuqu is still beautiful in the world.

He Yiliu has an extremely deep scar on his body.

The opponent is also forever missing an arm.

Ha Yiliu did not complete the final fatal kill of the other party, because the other party was deeply impressed by the desperate spirit of the young man in front of him, and he vowed to never kill with a sword again.

Ha Yiliu took pity on him.

Seven months later, there was a one-armed killer with excellent martial arts on the rivers and lakes, his people were the same as his arms, alone, because he was too greedy for money, so he started to take people's money, ** business, of course, he never used a sword, with a judge's pen.

This one-armed killer is, of course, Liu Yishou!

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