"Ahh

Exclamations began.

The fire in the courtyard has been extinguished, and it is the people in the mansion who found the dead Feng Jianqing, and several maids are frightened.

"Shut up! Retire! ”

It was like pulling a hair and moving the whole body, and the scream came out, and a few people flashed out in the rainy night, all of whom were Jianghu people with strong body skills and solid foundations.

They are all masters and good players in the rivers and lakes, such as Xu Lishan and the dead Feng Jianqing, all of whom have a past that is different from ordinary people, and it is precisely because they are different from ordinary people that they were recruited by Prince Yi to work for them.

while all are searching.

"Lord Wang!"

"Feng Jianqing was beheaded with a knife!"

One flew out of the study in the back garden and knelt down on one knee.

Through the window, through the wind and rain, you can see a figure cast on the window paper, as if splashing ink, coming to Yaxing.

"It seems that without the 'mandrill' close protection, Feng Jianqing's 'whip' that has been practiced for many years has become a chicken rib, and I still bothered to save him, but he died so simply."

The figure slowed down the movement of the pen, and said softly: "There are not many ruthless hands with knives in the capital, although Feng Jianqing said that he was defeated in the hands of Yin Fu, and his fighting spirit has been lost, but in the end he can still support the scene, it is not easy to take his life in an instant, he was killed without even shouting a word, he should be a master of making quick knives...... Hehe, he didn't come when he asked him, but now he is uninvited...... What a guts! ”

The wisdom beads are in his hands between the words, as if he knows who the person is.

However, at the moment when the word "so daring" exited, the figure in the room suddenly turned around and waved his hand.

What he shook was the brush in his hand, "puff puff", the window paper was full of holes in an instant, and dozens of drops of ink broke out of the air, swept through the wind and rain, and approached the person who knelt on one knee.

The man also reacted in time, his eyes behind the face were cold at first glance, and he was on tiptoe, and the person had retreated violently, and the ink spots were unabated, all of them fell to the ground, and were scattered by the wind and rain in the blink of an eye.

"Yes, it's amazingly bold, it's a good knife. I heard that you are also good at hidden weapons, well, it is quite a bit of the form of an ancient assassin, the beard is changeable, opening and closing like an arrow on a string, and striving to take people's lives in an instant of thunder. It's a pity that I am different from Feng Jianqing, he has spent half of his life on that 'mandrill', wasting great talent, and I will never ignore my own strength. ”

The person behind the window looked at the fierce figure rushing out of the rain, and smiled as if he were appreciative.

The scimitar cracked through the wind and rain, and the snow was bright and cold under the rain drops, and a series of rapid and faint chirps were stirred.

The sword flashed away, and it disappeared as soon as it passed, and it was really as he said, and it was the way of instant killing.

It's just that the knife light didn't hit, but at the moment of breaking the window, he was pinched in the air by a white jade-like right hand, with the index finger and middle finger buttoned up, and the thumb down, which was taken lightly.

Under the shadow of the lamp, Chen Zhuo stood in the rain, his face covered with his face, and his eyes were as cold as knives.

But he was secretly shocked in his heart, he only knew that this Prince Yi was both civil and military, and his skills must not be weak, but he didn't expect that he would be a great master, just the previous means of mixing with ink beads were enough to be terrifying, and now these hands are even more extraordinary.

"Iron Sand Palm?"

Chen Zhuo's knife body was shocked, and his internal strength urged, and the iron pellet on the handle of the knife immediately rolled like a wheel, humming loudly, and the blade trembled.

Prince Yi was caught off guard, and as soon as his fingers loosened, there was an extra bloody mouth on his finger belly.

"Compared to slapping Wu Tanhua for a while, you seem to be refining again, Feng Jianqing is really unjust!" Rubbing the blood stains on his thumb, Prince Yi praised him without hesitation, and then slowly spoke, "You are Chen Zhuo?" Why don't you think about it, if you come under my command, utilitarianism is at your fingertips, and it is much more comfortable than following your master who is like a lost dog. ”

Chen Zhuo looked at the two extra finger marks on the knife, his eyes flashed, and he finally spoke, "Be your dog?" ”

Prince Yi smiled faintly and asked rhetorically, "Isn't it good?" ”

In response to him, there was a flash of swordsmanship.

The wooden window was cut off, and Chen Zhuo finally saw the true face of this prince.

This person is wearing a python robe, his aura is lofty, his long hair is scattered on the back of his head, he is about half a hundred years old, his face is white, his heavenly court is full, his round eyes are introverted, and there are a few fine lines at the corners of his eyes.

However, the things he painted in his pen made people shudder, the wind swept by, the painting paper swayed, and a bodhisattva made of patchwork jumped on the paper.

The Bodhisattva was a woman, without cunlv, hanging in the air by a rope, with a solemn face.

The corners of Chen Zhuo's eyes twitched inexplicably, and when he swept his eyes, he saw that there was still a person hanging in the room.

It was a woman, like the Bodhisattva in the painting, her limbs were fixed and bound by ropes, suspended in the air, her hands and feet and limbs were stitched together, like a marionette, maintaining a strange posture, weird and weird.

Looking at his face, he has been dead for a long time, at least not a day or two, exuding a faint corpse smell, mixed with an unpleasant smell of medicine.

Look at the hands, feet and limbs, the length is different, none of them belong to one person, the head and body are not owned by one person, and there is a bit of compassion and smile on the dead face, which makes people shudder.

Prince Yi avoided the sword light and muttered as if showing off, "How? This statue of a bodhisattva? I found the best-looking, most moving face, the most seductive figure, and the hands and feet are also first-class perfection, so I piled up this statue, Amitabha! ”

He pronounced the Buddha's name with devotion on his face, looked at Chen Zhuo and smiled strangely, and said a murderous word, "I heard that the White Lotus Holy Maiden has a rare appearance, and it is a wonderful thing in the world, I originally wanted to use her to sculpt this statue!" ”

Dare to love this world-shattering, power-leaning government and opposition, the celebrity next to the Queen Mother of the West turned out to be a freak with a twisted heart.

"Grass and human life, damn it!"

As if he had seen through what Chen Zhuo was thinking, Prince Yi said lightly: "It seems that how can a mundane thing like you understand what this king thinks in his heart." Fame and fortune, this king was born to sit, on martial arts, I less than double ten will be able to pass through the body, into the realm, by the clan elders known as three hundred years of unborn genius...... Hehe, what mortals want in their lives is nothing but dung in my eyes, but why do I have to go through birth, old age, sickness and death? It is said that all things in the world, only the Buddha is immortal, and I want to see the real Buddha! This is the true Buddha! ”

At the same time, all over the palace, there were screams of murder.

I thought that the people of the White Lotus Sect were also starting to kill, but Chen Zhuo knew that he couldn't delay it for a long time, and with a heel under his feet, the knife light in his hand flickered, and the two knives were staggered, and they were already attached to Prince Yi's neck.

Prince Yi laughed strangely, burst into trouble, his body slanted around like a spinning top for half a circle, flew in a flash, and one palm was pressed to Chen Zhuo's waist.

It turned out to be the number of Taiji Gate.

And the essence is exquisite, as if he has practiced the true essence and practiced the heat, which is even more ruthless than that martial arts.

Chen Zhuo was shocked to realize that his eyes were empty, and the person had already reacted, slashing back with his backhand, and at the same time widening the distance.

Prince Yi laughed even louder, stepped a little, raised his arms, and flew out of the study.

But as soon as he floated out, a round of sword light followed, swirling and spun rapidly, disturbing the rain curtain in front of him, making his eyes slightly condensed.

The sword light is in front, the figure is behind, Chen Zhuo's feet are rushing, his fierce appearance is revealed, his arms are bent and extended, his mouth swallows the wind and rain, and the killing moves are frequent.

The rabbit has risen and fallen, and the two have fought in a garden full of flowers.

Prince Yi's movements opened and closed, seeing that the round of knife shadows was in a hurry, his feet were rooted, his waist fell back, and while he avoided it, he put his hands on the ground and sent it away, his legs had been swept away in a row, and the leg shadow flew over, colliding with Chen Zhuo's fists.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

I don't want Prince Yi to remove the fist technique, the leg technique is even more amazing, the legs are rigid and soft, like two dragons and snakes, stirring up the rain curtain and stirring up the mist in the sky.

The two were fighting fiercely, and the buzz came suddenly, but it was the round of knife shadows that turned back like a flying swallow, although Prince Yi reacted when he heard the sound, but he thought that the rain was too loud, and he was caught off guard and slowed down by half a beat, and the long hair on the back of his head was cut off.

The long hair fell to the ground, and Prince Yi's face was suddenly expressionless, but the next second, his face was distorted, and he let out a roar at Chen Zhuo, "Ah! ”

As soon as he turned over, the person pounced like a poisonous dragon.

The leg method is becoming more and more aggressive, such as an arrow off the string, the instep is straight, even the sweep with a hook, and the bluestone on the ground is all smashed by the knock, what is surprising is that there are a lot of white bones under the stone slab, and I don't know how many people are buried.

The killing intent in Chen Zhuo's eyes rose like fire, he withdrew a few steps, reached out to catch the knife shadow, and pushed it out again with a twist of his wrist.

But this time, Prince Yi's expression changed suddenly, and it turned out that the sword light was directly approaching the hanging corpse in the house.

As if his beloved object was about to be damaged, he swept towards the sword light.

Running out in a few steps, he mustered up all the strength in his legs, turned over and jumped into the air, but he came first and caught up.

The movement was as fast as a ghost, and he reached out and hit the round of knife light.

But as soon as he made a move, the sword light split into two in an instant, flew upside down, and Qi Qi sank into Prince Yi's chest.

The figure fell to the ground.

Chen Zhuo's face was expressionless, he walked closer, and was about to draw his knife, but unexpectedly, Prince Yi on the ground suddenly twisted his head, smiled strangely, probed his palms, and even drew on behalf of him, and attacked fiercely.

And on his chest, there was no wound, and he was wearing an armor under the python robe.

Chen Zhuo's eyebrows twisted, Rao was already retreating when he saw that the opportunity was wrong, but he was still whipped in the chest by several whips, and the whole person flew out upside down, and his face was mutilated.

Prince Yi strode out, "Is it true that this king has no defense? If not, how to catch you group of thieves, then Feng Jianqing is the bait, I thought it was the White Lotus Sect, but I didn't expect it to be you. If I arrest you, everyone who has anything to do with you will die, and the White Lotus Holy Maiden, along with the relics of the previous dynasty, is also a plaything in my hands. ”

Chen Zhuo's eyes were as calm as water, the corners of his mouth were red, but his eyes did not change, he was in mid-air, and his hands quietly flipped over.

Several throwing knives burst out of the air.

The sword is here in a flash.

Prince Yi seems to have been prepared, if a pair of hands can pick up the stars and take the moon, he actually took the flying knife to Shengsheng, "This king's heavenly hand is better than Ao Qing." ”

Chen Zhuo stabilized his center of gravity, half-knelt on the ground, and took out the flying knife from his back waist with both hands, and shook his hands to strike.

For a while, the rain was full of swishing sounds of breaking the air.

Prince Yi sneered again and again, as if he wanted to destroy the last trace of thought in the heart of the person in front of him, and in the dodge, he had caught most of those flying knives, destroying them, relying on his ghostly body, stepping out in one step, choking his big hand, and pinching his throat before Chen Zhuo got up.

"I'm not going to kill you, I'm going to keep you."

But he suddenly found that Chen Zhuo was opening his mouth and speaking silently, as if he was saying something.

Driven by curiosity, Prince Yi loosened the strength of his hand and wanted to hear more clearly.

Sure enough, he heard clearly.

Is that

"Die!"

Prince Yi's face changed sharply, his expression froze, and a flying knife actually shot out from the flowers on one side, passed through the wind and rain, turned a large circle, and swept in front of him.

Missed?

Of course not.

A cloud of blood mist splattered out from the side of Prince Yi's neck, spraying like a roar.

"You...... You've already figured it out...... This...... This knife? ”

Prince Yi stretched out his hand to cover his neck, as if he was half drowning, his face was red, the corners of his forehead were bruised, and his eyes were about to bulge out.

Chen Zhuo got up slowly, "No...... It's two knives. ”

In the next second, another knife flew out from one side, but the accuracy was not enough, and it was a little far away, and it fell into the rain.

"Looks like we'll have to practice again!"

Chen Zhuo twisted his neck, spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, lowered his eyelids, looked at Prince Yi who staggered to the ground, and said lightly: "In this case, I will send you to see the Buddha!" ”

"Smack!"

With a big hand, Chen Zhuo's eyes had seen blood overflowing, and the vicious and fierce face under the mutilated face was revealed, using a monkey-shaped fist, such as the evil ghost mandrill, squatting and sitting, and the hand only pecked and buckled on the top of his skull, and immediately saw a piece of heavenly spirit cover being removed.

Before Prince Yi screamed at death, Chen Zhuo grabbed a belt with his five fingers and threw it into the air, and the five fingers of his other hand were together, his palm was empty, and his arm struggled like a python, which had been pumped on the other party's head.

"Poof!"

A cloud of red and white plasma, exploding in the air.