Chapter Twenty-Six: The Left Knife and the Right Whip

The dark clouds gradually dispersed, and a bright moon hung in the night sky.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the bright moon hangs on the treetops.

The silver moonlight also sprinkled on the man in white, reflecting the blood stains on his clothes.

The man in white was not injured, and the blood on his body was Sun Bei Sun Shun.

The man in white was full of ridicule in his eyes, and sighed: "In this world, why are there always so many people who are not afraid of death?"

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An old dart master, frowning and meditating, couldn't help but ask, "You...... Who the hell are you?"

The man in white glanced at him and said coldly: "You'd better not guess, let alone think about it." Only by being simpler can people live longer. ”

The old dart master said: "Since you already knew that the jade seal of the country was not here with us, and it was not here to rob the darts, why did you kill the two dart heads?"

"The weak eat the strong, the king becomes the king and loses," the man in white smiled contemptuously: "Where are there so many whys." ”

The old man's frowning brows slowly stretched, and a sudden look appeared in his expression, as if he was thinking of someone...... There is only this person, which is unexpected.

In the Yuan Shu camp, there is a first-class killer who kills with one blow and has never been defeated. No one has ever seen him for what he really is, and they don't know how he killed the other party, because the person who saw him was already a dead man.

A dead man cannot speak, and it is said that those who die at his hands often have a look full of deep doubts and incomprehension. Because no one can understand how this killer would kill himself with the same blade and the same moves as himself.

This person's surname is Sikong, his name is not, and he is used to seeing words.

The old man tried to speak, but found that his throat did not listen. The long whip in the hand of the man in white had already wrapped around his neck and held his breath.

An ordinary and simple person, a simple and ordinary box, flashing with an almost demonic light in the silver moonlight.

Sun Jian's long whip wrapped around his boss was commonplace, but he was still half a step slower.

At the end of the world, the old dart master is dead. But when he died, he had a strange smile on his face, as if to say, I guessed who you are!

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The voice of an old woman who was old and desolate and vicissitudes of life clearly came into the ears of everyone present.

"Third child, you quickly lead everyone to retreat the same way, don't look, don't look back. It was Sun Jian who was speaking in ventriloquism, and Sun Dong, who was delayed, was just about to rush forward with a shovel in one hand, Sun Jian continued: "Master knows that you are not afraid of death, but now is not the time to die. If you die, what should you do with your senior brother and second brother? What should you do? Quickly take everyone and go to your little junior brother. ”

As soon as Sun Jian's words came out, it was tantamount to admitting that Sun Wu did not betray his master. Sun Wu endured the humiliation, but he was just carrying out his arrangement, the plan of the Gale Dart Bureau.

Sikong didn't care about the dart game, everyone was in the back team, changed to the front team, and slowly evacuated. To him, these people are not important, not worth his hands.

Since he came, he just wanted to meet the head of the famous Jiangnan and Beifeng Dart Bureau, the left knife and the right whip, Sun Jian and Sun Gongtai.

And at this moment, in the "Spring Breeze is Not Drunk" restaurant, there is a person who breathes evenly and long, and his internal force seems to be stronger than that of others present.

Sun Jian's long whip missed with one blow, and swam back like a spiritual snake.

He stood straight, standing between Sikong and the dart team.

Sikong did not face a sect of grandmasters, and his expression was slightly disdainful. Is he in no hurry to make a move, or is he used to waiting for someone else to strike first and then retaliate with the same moves as the other party?

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Wang Bao walked out of "the spring breeze is not drunk", Sun Jian is Sun Lan's father, and it is impossible for him to die without saving.

In his estimation, Sun Jian should be slightly inferior to this terrible man in white. Although it is not like his two unsuccessful apprentices who failed to lose one move, they may not last for fifty moves.

The man in white made a move, it was too fast and weird. After walking the rivers and lakes for all these years, Wang Bao has never seen anything faster than him.

If it is said that the golden finger Xiahou Yu is a hero, he is better than the comprehensive strength, and this man in white is not a ghost talent, and when he fights, he has no distractions and comes first.

The person who was almost so surprised that he was so shocked that he didn't have time to react.

The victory of the commonplace is somewhat ingenious. To be honest, Wang Bao knew that he was definitely not as fast as him, but there was one detail that he had observed for a long time.

As soon as he came up, he made a weapon similar to his opponent to deceive people's minds, and then added the same but first-to-come moves, which shocked people's hearts.

So the most terrifying thing about this man is his weirdness, his speed of imitating him. As long as you can stay unmoved and not be fooled by these appearances, his internal strength does not seem to be strong enough to control his moves.

When a person is too smart, he is often not willing to work harder.

The reason why Wang Leopard appeared is not a question about Sikong. He can constantly change the opponent's blade, but Wang Leopard's weapon is his fist, and he wants to know what Sikong will do in the face of his fist.

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Seeing this Wang Leopard, who was almost identical to Sun Wu's figure and appearance, Sun Jian smiled, and there was an indescribable sadness in his smile.

He seemed to have known that this person would appear in his camp sooner or later, but he didn't seem to want this person to come out, and he didn't want this person to get involved in the senseless and helpless disputes.

Sun Jian is Sun Wu's master, but what does he have to do with Wang Bao?

A knife with a scabbard inlaid with various colored gems, and a long black whip that is not slippery and unpretentious, attacked Sikong at the same time.