There can be no faster knife than him in this world, and he himself believes this, and Ba Niu also believes. However, there are definitely people who are faster than him, and this point, he himself does not believe, but Ba Niu does.

The autumn water-like knife slashed into Ba Niu's throat with the sound of the wind. Even though he was in his back, the knife cut into his throat. Just when he thought he had succeeded, a harsh sound of metal grinding made everyone's eardrums burst. Qu Lingjun immediately felt that his knife was blocked by an external force. Then, a faint fragrance entered his nose.

It's a woman, and it's a beautiful woman. When Qu Lingjun saw such a beautiful woman for the first time, he couldn't help but be stunned, and at that moment, he forgot that he was an assassin, and the purpose of his trip was to assassinate Li Jiuyuan. For the first time, he also felt that he was a man. In the League of Assassins, there were only the living and the dead, but now, he felt a different kind of difference, men and women. This cannot be described as fortunate or unfortunate, it may be nature.

The only person who can stop the fastest knife in the world at the last moment is of course Hu Bingqing. The person standing on the right hand side of Ba Niu, holding the Tang knife diagonally, is Hu Bingqing.

"Scared the hell out of me"! Ba Niu breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at Hu Bingqing with a warm face: "If you come out one second late, you will be widowed in the next life."

Hu Bingqing snorted coldly, picked off Qu Lingjun's knife, and then put the knife into the sheath, and said coldly: "It's not bad to be widowed, at least you can see a tablet every day." Now I can't even see your shadow, what's the difference between being a widow and a widow?"

Although she spoke in an extremely resentful manner, her tone was gentle. Qu Lingjun on the side of this person couldn't help but be jealous, he was only seeing Hu Bingqing for the first time, but he still couldn't help but be jealous. He withdrew the knife, but instead of returning it to its sheath, he stood in front of him, holding the hilt with his right hand and the tip of the knife with his left.

"She doesn't seem to depend on you, nor on him," he said coldly, and at the same time, a terrifying cold light reflected in his eyes. But what he didn't expect was that Ba Niu didn't think so. Instead, he smiled lightly and said indifferently: "Then you don't know her, the result of any kind of thing will change because of her, as long as she is there, she is God."

For the first time, Qu Lingjun's hands trembled, something he had never seen in his more than thirty years of life. This situation, maybe because of too much excitement, maybe because of fear, he himself can't tell. But any small change is enough to change the outcome of a thing. His knife hesitated the moment it was struck. It was this moment that completely ended his entangled life.

Hu Bingqing's knife was three fingers longer and one inch narrower than his, which was an extremely small difference in size, but it made her knife faster than his. The sound of bones being cut off and the sound of flesh being pierced almost at the same time, Qu Lingjun felt the fear of death for the first time. Before he could even have a chance to pain, his heart was surrounded by boiling blood.

For the first time, he looked at the enemy's knife, which had pierced his heart. With desperate and warm eyes, he looked at Hu Bingqing again. It was an incomparably cold, but incomparably beautiful face. He couldn't see this face as the face of death, nor could he see her as his enemy. This is perhaps his ideal ending, dying under the knife of such a beautiful woman. But Hu Bingqing didn't seem to care about his expression, and after the knife was successful, he quickly withdrew the knife, and with a silver dragon-like sound of gold and iron, the knife was also put into the sheath.

A cluster of beautiful blood flowers shot out like arrows, and then, Qu Lingjun held his knife in his hand, took one last look at the world, and fell to the ground with a "poof".

"The top killers of the League of Assassins, nothing more than that." Ba Niu looked at Qu Lingjun, who was still twitching, and said with a smile to Hu Bingqing: "An assassin is just an assassin after all, just like a bat, at night, in a surprise situation, there may be a threat, but in broad daylight, it is nothing more than that."

Hu Bingqing didn't even look at him, then turned around and left, as if saving him was not what she was willing to do at all. Ba Niu was secretly amused, he knew Hu Bingqing's arrogance, but he was unwilling to accommodate her at the moment.

Shi Bixia's face was pale with fright at the moment, although she didn't fall down, her body had softened. Ba Niu held her up and continued fishing.

Soon after, another fisherman appeared next to him, Le Zhengaya. He looked like a gentle and elegant nobleman, and his arrival seemed extremely accidental. He did not act rashly, nor did he approach Ba Niu as he could. It's just that in front of him, he showed extremely superb fishing skills. In just one hour, his basket was full of fish, and every time he hooked it, a fish would be hooked, but the basket of Ba Niu was empty.

The two people were only a few meters away from each other, one person returned with a full load, and the other person had no harvest, which was naturally an extremely unusual thing, but neither of them spoke, still holding on to their respective positions. On the second and third days, it was still the same, and the harvest of the two people was also completely different. On the fourth day, Ba Niu finally couldn't help it, he was the first to put down the fishing rod, stood behind Le Zhengya, and watched him put the fish into the basket one by one.

"Fish have a choice"? When Le Zhengya packed up the fishing gear and was about to go home, Ba Niu finally couldn't help but ask: "Why is it only a few meters away, you can catch fish, but I can't catch fish?"

Le Zhengya looked at him and smiled extremely kindly: "How do you know how to choose?" You fish where there are no fish, I fish where there are fish, naturally I can catch fish, you can't catch fish"?

"So, if I sat where you sit, I would be able to return with a full load just like you"? Although Ba Niu's heart was not quite convinced, he still couldn't help asking.

Le Zheng Aya stroked his beard, smiled slightly, and said, "Why don't you give it a try tomorrow?"

"Will you give me this position"? Ba Niu couldn't believe his ears. It is unlikely that whoever is in a position to be in a favorable position will give up the situation. But Le Zhengya is just such a person, he not only wants to give him his place, but also his fishing gear: "Although your fishing rod is extremely exquisite, the most important thing in fishing is the hook and bait." Your hooks are luxurious, and your bait is extremely exquisite, but when it comes to practicality, it's not as good as mine." As he spoke, he handed him his fishing rod: "Tomorrow you try it with this rod, I promise you will return with a full load".

Ba Niu took his fishing rod and looked at it carefully, but he didn't find anything unusual, but he still imagined his words, after all, seeing is believing, and in the past few days, he has used this fishing rod to catch more fish.

In the turn of the day, Ba Niu came to Le Zhengya's position early and hung down the fishing rod. Soon, the swim bladder moved. He couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, and hurriedly closed the pole. As the fish rose and fell, he also stood up, sometimes releasing the line, sometimes reeling the line, and after a while, finally caught a large grass carp.

"Is it grass carp"? Ba Niu looked at the fish basket suspiciously, but the joy of harvest soon occupied his unsatisfied heart, and he did not hesitate to continue to throw down the second and third rods, ...... this day, he returned with a full load, but Le Zhengya did not harvest. In the next few days, Ba Niu was fishing in the area of Lezheng Aya, and the harvest was extremely rich.

The two of them fished with each other like this, and they each enjoyed their own joys and sorrows, and they never communicated at a deeper level. They are like two parallel straight lines, with no chance of intersecting.

They crossed paths once, only to become parallels, which baffled Le Zhengya, but as a scheming assassin, he could never have deliberately approached his target without the risk of being suspected. But after all, he is a scheming person, and even if the two don't cross paths again, he still has to create an opportunity for himself. So on this day, the only people who fished by the river were Ba Niu. Le Zhengya didn't come, or rather, he came, but others couldn't see it.

Once again, when Ba Niu hung the rod for the first time, he hoisted a grass carp, which made him subconsciously glance at the vacant position a few meters away. After pondering for a while, he threw the rod again.