"Huh?" said with a loud voice, as if he didn't believe it, the short-haired middle-aged man turned over and came to the little guy, glaring angrily. Flash Dance

"What did you say?" he asked again.

"Yes...... Someone broke in. The little guy's eyes dodged, he was afraid, but he didn't know whether he was afraid of the middle-aged man in front of him, or the ink knife that broke in.

"How many people. The middle-aged man asked, a bad premonition arose, today was his big day, the guards in the cottage were empty, and he was worried that he would be taken advantage of.

"Seven people. The little guy replied.

"Only seven people?"

"Yes. ”

Hearing the little girl's affirmative answer, the short-haired middle-aged man calmed down a little.

Then he shouted angrily and kicked the little guy in front of the door. "Waste! Seven people can't stop you, what do you want. His voice fell, and then he saw that the little guy's face was covered with blood, his whole face was sunken, and he fell to the ground with a bang, as if he had died of anger.

The guests around them were already standing up at the moment, and the atmosphere really made them lose their interest in drinking and enjoying themselves.

But the short-haired middle-aged man laughed, obviously not caring.

"Keep drinking, today is my day of great joy, and whoever is not drunk will be killed." He exclaimed.

Everyone sat down again and began to drink as if nothing had happened, as if the corpse didn't exist.

"Go check it out. The short-haired middle-aged man walked up to the young man and whispered.

Without replying, the young man only nodded, raised his knife, and jumped up and disappeared outside the main hall.

Then the hall fell into a burst of laughter.

There weren't many guards in the cottage, and when Modao and the others broke in, they didn't see anyone else except for some resistance at the beginning.

didn't rush to save people, and when he came to the cottage, Modao went to the stables first, and he wanted to retrieve his Nine Divine Beads.

The stables were not far away, nor were they remote, and they were soon found by the ink knife.

Although there is no one in this cottage, there is a group of people here.

They were all dressed in shabby clothes and had bitter faces, and each of them had a broom in his hand and was cleaning the stable.

Seeing Modao and the others, he was slightly stunned at first, followed by an exclamation, put down the broom in his hand and turned around and fled.

"It's ...... them" Ye Maddao recognized those people, who were the same group of centaurs he had encountered in the forest earlier.

For the group of fleeing people, the ink knife did not look at it and walked straight to a tall brown horse. The horse seemed very irritable, and would leap up from time to time. It seems that there is a person sitting on it that it is very annoying, and it is trying to get rid of that person with all its might.

The ink knife came to the horse's approach, stretched out two fingers, and poked out, and when it leaped up, a pair of fingers pierced in an instant. Flash Dance

The horse was in pain and instantly neighed.

"What are you doing!" Fuyuko murmured, fearing that the horse's neighing sound would attract enemies.

The ink knife didn't answer, and now his fingers were withdrawn, and a black bead was caught in his fingertips.

Wiped the blood off it and put it in his arms, the ink knife looked up at the roof.

On the roof, I don't know when there was another young man.

He was crouching, the knife in his hand clutching his back, as if he would leap down in the next second.

No one found him, except for the ink knife, even Ye Crazy Knife didn't know when the young man appeared.

The time for the sneak attack had been missed, and the young man rolled over and jumped off the roof, standing in front of the ink knife. "How did you find me. He asked, in a cold, emotionless voice.

Modao didn't answer, and glanced at Dongzi beside him, meaning to ask him to ask the young man in front of him about the whereabouts of the girl.

But seeing this person, although there was a lot of hatred in his eyes, Dongzi had already hid behind the ink knife, and the same was true of the two people who had been following him, they seemed to be very afraid of the young man in front of them.

"I'm asking you. There was a hint of anger in the young man's voice. Because of the ink knife's ignorance, the expression on his face never changed.

Ye Maddao stood in front of the ink knife, he didn't find the young man at the beginning, which made him a little surprised, but Ye Maddao didn't feel that he was weak to this young man.

To do this, he has to prove himself with his actions.

Because he knew that if the ink knife made a move, the young man in front of him, who seemed to have some ability, but his eyes were empty, would definitely be cut into two pieces in an instant.

The skill of the ink knife, Ye Crazy Knife never doubted that in Ye Crazy Knife's heart, the ink knife was invincible.

Tilting his head and looking down at Ye Maddao, a trace of disdain flashed in the young man's eyes. It's like saying, you're not qualified to do anything with me.

It was this gaze that sounded the signal for Ye Mad's knife to strike.

There are no superfluous words, since it is an enemy, a war is.

The bloody knife is in the hand, and the hands are held. Ye Maddao instantly rushed to the front of the young man.

Seeing Ye Mad's knife shot, the young man was originally disdainful, but when he saw that Ye Mad's knife was so fast, he instantly put away his contempt.

He was arrogant, but never arrogant. He knows who to despise and who must be valued.

The bloody knife was cut down, and the young man raised his knife to greet him. The two soldiers collided with each other and made a snapping sound.

One move is connected, and one student is killed. Wins and losses between masters are often only in the fraction. The stories of hundreds of rounds of battles will only appear in books.

The knife was blocked, and Ye Maddao withdrew the blade with one hand, and then pressed down to hit each other with the hilt. He originally used a double knife, but at the moment he was obviously unable to use a single knife. The 35xs move was instantly a little slower.

It is precisely this point that gives young people opportunities.

When Ye Mad Knife pressed down on the blade, the young man quickly followed, his wrist flicked, the long knife rolled out of his hand, and when he held it in his hand again, it had already appeared on the top of Ye Mad Dao's head.

Ye Mad Dao knew that it was not good when he saw the situation, but there was too little time left for him at this time, so little that there was no way to resist it at all.

Completely out of instinct, when the long knife fell, Ye Crazy Dao leaned back to the limit, and in an instant, he saw the knife light flash, and a blood light sprinkled down.

He was not beheaded, but there was a long cut on the chest of Ye Mad's knife.

It's just that Ye Crazy Dao also took this opportunity to kick the young man in the lower abdomen.

After one move, the two of them instantly retreated and pulled away.

Ye Maddao's body was bloody, and the young man's face was not good-looking.

This duel should have been Ye Mad's defeat, and whoever was cut out of the chest would not have the strength to fight again.

But because of the pill he swallowed in the underground city earlier, in less than three breaths, the wound on Ye Maddao's body disappeared.

The young man's face was still very ugly, and he didn't seem to be able to recover from Ye Mad's feet.

Ink Dao looked at it, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He didn't rush to make a move, so that the young man in front of him could kill Ye Maddao. But after all, he still thinks too highly of this young man.

Ye Maddao raised his knife and was about to rush to kill again, but Modao stepped forward and stopped him.

Ink Knife didn't want to wait any longer.

"Finally, it's your turn. The young man's face softened a little and he spoke up. There was a hint of excitement in his eyes, and in his opinion, Ye Crazy Dao was just a subordinate.

One subordinate is so strong, but the strength of his master is by no means ordinary.

The young man is not a martial arts idiot, and he is not excited about martial arts, he just likes to kill, especially those who are stronger than himself.

Martial arts moves, as long as it is a duel of one move, no one can say that he is the best in the world. As long as someone catches a mistake, you can be defeated and killed.

Throwing aside the long knife in his hand, the young man took out two daggers. Through the sunlight, I don't know if it's an illusion, there is a green light flashing above its dagger.

"Poisonous?!" Ye Crazy Dao took the lead and saw the clue at a glance.

The young man just sneered and didn't answer. Hold your body down so that you can exert force faster.

With a thud, its figure shot out like an arrow. Leaves a fist-sized pit where it has just stood.

His figure was so fast that he even brought out the scars.

Seeing this, Ye Maddao was shocked. Only then did he realize that the young man had not used all his strength before.

It's just that he doesn't worry about the ink knife, because if it is faster than the ink knife, no one is faster than the ink knife.

In the blink of an eye, the young man had rushed to the ink knife. One of the daggers went straight to the chest of the ink knife, and the other was protected by his chest for the purpose of changing his moves.

He didn't think his first blow would be successful.

But when he saw that the ink knife was standing in place, he had no intention of making a move. He suddenly felt that he might be looking too highly at the ink knife.

Seeing that the dagger was about to be stabbed, a trace of disappointment flashed in the young man's eyes.

He didn't dodge, even when the dagger was only a stone's throw away from him, the ink knife still didn't move, until the dagger was only a hair's distance from him, and the ink knife suddenly struck.

The hand shook the knife, bringing out two cold rays of light. At this time, compared to the ink knife, the young man seemed to be stationary.

The cold light flashed, and the ink knife turned slightly sideways, and the two daggers slashed from the side of the ink knife at a slight distance, flying down ten steps away.

And their owners have been choked by the throat with an ink knife.

Blood poured out.

The young man didn't feel the pain, just stared at the ink knife, as if he couldn't believe that all this was true. Even if both of his arms have been cut off.

Shake off the hands and will still be young on the ground. The ink knife did not cut off his limbs, because the young man had other uses.

Ye Maddao saw that the young man fell to the ground in a daze and did not move, so he was about to step forward to mend the knife, but was stopped by the ink knife.

He didn't say anything, just watched quietly.

After a long time, the young man came to his senses, wailed, flew up, and disappeared.

The indifference in his eyes was long gone, replaced by deep fear.

"Why don't you kill him?" asked Ye Maddao.

He didn't answer, he just glanced at the blood on the ground. Then follow the blood trail and walk in the direction of the main hall.

Ye Crazy Dao understood at this moment, and at this moment he only admired the ink knife in his heart. And this time, he didn't ask such a question as the ink knife.

The three of them followed quietly behind.

Now they don't have the same attitude towards ink knives as they did at the beginning. Don't shout and let the ink knife hurry up to save people, just follow quietly, well-behaved like a lamb.

There is always a trace of fear in their eyes, if it weren't for saving people, I believe they have escaped at this moment.

Yu Man was already surprised, after all, she had seen too many of this kind of instant killing, mortals? No one could be the enemy of the ink knife.

The confusion in Yahime's eyes was even stronger. In her opinion, the ink knife is invincible among mortals, and no one can stop such a person from doing anything, but she always feels that in the dark, the invincible man in front of her is abiding by a rule.

It's just that what this rule is, Yahime can't figure it out for a while.

After stumbling all the way, the young man finally fled back to the main hall.

The moment he entered the door, he fell headlong to the ground.

"Yang'er!" The short-haired middle-aged man saw that there was blood on his body, and when he approached a few steps, he stared at him as if he couldn't believe that everything he saw was real, and asked aloud, "Who injured you like this." ”

"Quick...... Let......'s go," the young man struggled to squeeze two words out of his mouth, closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

"Yang'er !!" the short-haired middle-aged man shouted, but no matter how he shouted, the young man never opened his eyes again.

"Who is it, who is it!" The middle-aged man seemed to be crazy, slapping his palm on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, and the green bricks on the ground cracked in response. Leave a deep palm print.

"Find it all for me! Find the murderer for me. The middle-aged man sighed, he thought that only people who were hiding in the shadows could hurt the youth. Otherwise, he will not be spared, and he will be allowed to flee.

The crowd got up and went to find the murderer.

At this time, Modao and the others finally came to the main hall.

From a distance, Dongzi saw that the girl was wearing a red robe and was being tied to a stone pillar.

Seeing a stranger, the short-haired middle-aged man didn't ask much, but at this moment he was already angry, and he didn't think about whether Modao and the others in front of him would be guests who came to congratulate.

"Kill!" the order said.

In an instant, the crowd surrounded Modao and the others. They all showed their blades and glared angrily, but no one took the lead.

The short-haired middle-aged man lost his mind in anger, but they didn't.

At this moment, the cottage has been broken into, and they have not seen these people in front of them. Thinking about it, who else would the person who broke into the cottage besides the few people in front of him.

In addition to the young man lying on the ground whose arm had been cut off.

For a moment, no one dared to do anything.

"Why don't you do it. "The short-haired middle-aged man finally noticed the abnormality.

He got up and walked over, grabbing a man by hand. "Why don't you do it!"

"I ...... He ......, "The man snorted a few times, but couldn't tell why. He was obviously afraid, but how could such a thing be spoken.

"What are you afraid of. The short-haired middle-aged man asked aloud, and unlike before, his voice suddenly became low.

Hearing this deep voice, the expression of the captured man changed instantly.

"I ...... I'm going to avenge the young helper!" he said impassionedly, as if it were true.

"Revenge, do you mean my son is defeated?" the short-haired middle-aged man's voice was even lower.

"No...... That was not what I meant. ”

Before he finished speaking, the short-haired middle-aged man slapped him on the chest. The sound of bones breaking came out.

"Can they hurt my son even with these despicable people?" The short-haired middle-aged man had already determined that his Yang'er must have been injured by a sneak attack.

(End of chapter)