Wu Tiantong felt that today's luck was too good to be true.

For example, Cheng Fangyu didn't bring a single entourage today, and went to the Illusory Realm alone, for example, when he returned, dusk was approaching, and the time was just right.

Many years ago, an assassination attempt in a waterfall gave Wu Tiantong the code name of "Hanging River Killer", and only he knew that it was a fluke to come back alive that time. The assassination was not perfect, and he fell into a deep pool under the waterfall after succeeding, and it was only through the rescue of the mountain people that he could save his life. Those who knew him a little later only said that he was comparable to a swimming fish in the water, but they did not know that he had only begun to learn about the water after that drowning.

When talking about the code name, Wu Tiantong avoided talking about that mission. He prefers to interpret it as a "hanging river" that "is like a hanging river". After the battle of Remnant Town, after marrying Qin Song, and after recognizing a son, everyone realized that this statement was true - Wu Tiantong was indeed very capable of saying it, and he dared to say it. Most of his means of supporting his family are based on this mouth, including starting this year, he has arranged the story of Jun Li's learning in the house at the head of the town. He often said that "his mouth is like a river" is his nature, but he rarely has the opportunity to show it when he is in the Black Bamboo Society.

It's a pity that there are only a few so-called "people" around me at this time.

Xi ** is invisible, and it seems that there are only layers of black wind that can mark the flow of time. The time has come, and Ouyang Xin on the road ahead sent back a code: The idea is coming.

- Cheng Fang is getting more and more, still alone. He seemed to be looking down in contemplation, the dim light shining on the corners of his pale clothes, and he couldn't even tell what color it was.

Wu Tiantong lay in ambush in the grass more than one person high. He clenched a few hidden weapons in his hand - he was not the protagonist today, like Ouyang Xin, he was also on the side of the trail near the water, but Ouyang Xin was in front of him, and he was in the back. And Shi Zhijian lay alone on the side of Yuanshui.

- Maybe he wasn't "alone" either. At least, there is still "thorough" to accompany him.

The tacit understanding made it impossible for the three to communicate more. Composed, composed, waiting, eighteen years is just an instant—a moment of happy revenge. When it was determined that the "idea" had entered the circle of three, Shi Zhijian did not hesitate. A blow to the bone, like a whistling light that crossed the breath of the wind, the body and the dagger seemed to be one, pulling out the dust, stone fire and lightning.

The arc slashed Fang Fang's throat, and a second light swept across his chest and abdomen almost at the same time. This is Shi Zhijian's thoughtful and painstaking practice of thousands of movements - he holds the dagger in both hands, and the "bone-blowing" killing move in his right hand is completely based on Cheng Fangyue's height, and the score is not bad, and it is expected that Cheng Fangyue will be unable to escape under his surprise, but for the sake of safety, the short dagger in his left hand also guards against the opponent's counterattack. Cheng Fangyu's gripper can still shoot at this time, he will definitely try to pinch the killer's wrist in order to control his movements, Shi Zhijian has already carefully studied the process of Fang Yu's shooting habits, the left hand from left to right, to attack and defend, seal his way, so that he not only can't get his wrist, but also between the chest and abdomen can save himself.

It was supposed to be a perfect assassination, like so many other missions that had been completed in the past, with blood spilling and prey falling to the ground. But Cheng Fangyu's reaction was different from what the three of them expected—different from the many people who fell to the bone.

As soon as there was a flower in front of him, the light-colored clothes fluttered suddenly, and the daggers in Shi Zhijian's left and right hands that were difficult to catch up with even a momentary gaze suddenly stopped at the same time - the thumbs and index fingers of Cheng Fangyu's hands were accurate and accurate, as if they had eyes, and they pinched two sharp blades at the same time.

- How much of a grabber?

It was too late to have any foreboding. The double daggers were still, Shi Zhijian only felt that his palms were hotdented for a while, his heart was horrified, and he gritted his teeth and forcibly sent the blade forward. He didn't believe that his opponent could fight with all his might.

However, Xu is a blow missed, his spirit has been frustrated, or the opponent's finger force is too strong, and the distance is not a millimeter, but he can't advance or retreat.

Wu Tiantong and Ouyang Xin were shocked, and they also moved immediately. Ouyang Xin's feet moved, quickly swept to Cheng Fangyu's side, slammed a step, and hit him with a palm; Wu Tiantong's palms flipped over, wanting to detain the hidden weapon, but the three people in the field were in shape, he was worried about hurting his companions, so he didn't make a move for a while, only covered his body with knotweed, and quickly pulled forward.

Sure enough, Cheng Fangyue saw this with his right hand and let go of Shi Zhijian's left dagger, but the other hand still pinched it, and forced him to turn over with a harrier by twisting the dagger in Shi Zhijian's hand, and his entire body was almost thrown towards Ouyang Xin. Wu Tiantong knew in his heart that if Fang Cai's flying arrow and iron dart were to make a move, he was afraid that this guy would definitely use the same trick to block Shi Zhijian.

He knew that Shi Zhijian refused to let go because of the "thoroughness" in his right hand, and he was passive, and wanted to remind him, but he was afraid of revealing traces. At this time, he was the only one still in the dark - Ouyang Xin's body was flexible, and as soon as he avoided it, he had already let go of Shi Zhijian's body, and changed to a "Shuangshan Turnaround" to wipe Cheng Fangyue's cheeks, but no matter where he came from, Cheng Fangyue could always pull Shi Zhijian to block it, although the latter landed on the left dagger, and also stabbed Cheng Fangyue several times in a row, but Cheng Fangyue's hand movements were also very fast, one hand picked, wiped, played, turned, and resolved.

No, not at all. Wu Tiantong's mind turned. The Cheng Fangyue in front of him is of course the master of the grappling hand, but his shots, reactions, and internal forces are completely different from what the three of them expected, and even-in addition to the amazing finger power, his outstanding footwork and strange moves-is he deliberately hiding his strength when he is in front of people? Or is everything today, he has already been prepared? No matter which one it is, I am afraid that today's things are not simple, and the three of them - even if they join forces - may not be able to please them.

Shi Zhijian knew at this time that if he refused to let go of the "thoroughness", he was afraid that it would become a burdensome obstacle, so he had to retreat and quickly touch his waist. In addition to the "bones", he had two daggers with him, and this time he immediately touched another handle in his hand, and his backhand stabbed Cheng Fang more again.

Cheng Fang dodged away, and said, "Who are you?" Although it was a question, it was full of mockery, obviously not taking these two assassins who killed halfway in his eyes. However, under the words, the fight was a little slow, Wu Tiantong knew that it was a unique good opportunity, and without hesitation, the locust arrows and iron darts in his arms in his sleeves burst out like rain, and he went straight to Cheng Fangyu's vest.

A series of bell-like combos scattered the ears of the three of them - Cheng Fang turned around in the middle of the voice, and the "thorough" had become a sharp weapon in his left hand at this time, blocking and eliminating, light and sharp arrows, heavy and fierce locusts, and iron darts in between—but in a flash, all of them had become dead objects under the blade of "thoroughness". But behind him, Shi Zhijian and Ouyang Xin had already twisted their bodies at the same time, and they flew together, "Cheng Fangyu, you don't recognize me, I can recognize you!" Shi Zhijian's eyes seemed to burn, and the daggers in both hands were smashing down on Cheng Fangyu's shoulders together. He wanted to fight with his life to block Cheng Fang's retreat - at this time, Cheng Fang didn't dare to go to the place where the hidden weapon was issued, and the tacit understanding between him and Ouyang Xin was enough to seal his up, left, right, and back retreats, either a double dagger or the next wave of hidden weapons, which would eventually penetrate his body.

Wu Tiantong didn't know what the two of them were planning, and the four funeral nails in his palms also burst out. Four nails, two long and two short, adding a few techniques, castration is very different, if Cheng Fangyue still uses the gesture when dealing with that set of hidden weapons, I am afraid that I will be on the road. He didn't believe that a mere Cheng Fangyue was really a three-headed and six-armed person - he didn't believe that in addition to his grappling hand, light footwork could surpass Ouyang Xin's interception, dagger handling could be Shi Zhijian's stab, and secret weapon recognition could surpass his own variety.

It was the carelessness of the three of them to let him struggle more for a long time, but the result was the same!

After thinking about it for a long time, it was fast—but in a breath—the funeral door nails had all been submerged, and between the chest and abdomen, and above the shoulders, the two daggers were also pierced together—I don't know if it was out of hesitation, he didn't even block either side? But before he could breathe, Wu Tiantong had already seen that the four funeral door nails had bounced out of his chest and abdomen like this, jingling bells, with a bit of mockery, rolling to the ground.

At the same time, the double dagger in Shi Zhijian's hand was like a thorn on the tough soft vine, and it was bounced high, and it bounced backwards along with his people. There was no time to be surprised, Cheng Fangyue had already sneered. "I still want to play with you, but you take it seriously. The smile in his eyebrows froze into cold killing intent in an instant, and the "bone-in-cheek" flew out of his hand suddenly, like a light without light, chasing souls and killing people.

Wu Tiantong's blood veins were already cold—the glowless light was chasing his throat, faster than the fastest mourning nail. Instinct had caused him to move under his feet, to dodge backwards, but the speed of his retreat could not match the death that flew like lightning.

The edge swept so fast that the knotweed at the water's edge didn't have time to sway. The moment he caught up with the hanging river, there was only a sound of water—a "tong" sound, as if he had fallen from that waterfall into a deep pool many years ago.

He fell into the arms of the water.

It was strange that the sunset above the sky was so shallow, so shallow that it was not half a color at all, but the reflection in the water was red, like the blush on the bleak face of a girl. "Hanging River!" Shi Zhijian exhaled silently, and rushed to the water's edge. Fortunately, Ouyang Xin was still a little sober, and grabbed him - he hadn't forgotten that between them and Lu Shui, there was a terrible opponent who could make or break their life and death.

Even if he didn't know how Cheng Fangyu was unscathed under the front and back attacks of the three of them, he had to admit that in terms of real skills, they were already too far from him. He didn't doubt at all that Cheng Fangyue was indeed just "playing" with them before, and now, maybe he also smelled a hint of danger, and he was determined to put away that trace of contempt and kill the killer.

He remembered that day Shen Fengming said that killing Cheng Fangyu "depends on the time, place, and people." He gave them a chance on the condition that they expel the three of them out of the black bamboo. At that time, he rejoiced in his "open side", but—does this mean that they will be unknown from now on, and if the three of them die, no one will remember, care about, or take revenge here and now, anytime and anywhere? Eighteen years later, will they become forgotten again? Even the "bones" that have been lost for eighteen years will remain at the bottom of the river forever with the hanging river?