The courtyard was narrow, but the walls were so high that they resembled a half-thick chimney.

He was a green-faced man, standing in such a courtyard, his head slightly bowed, and in his hand he held a long sword that was not very common in Jinpeng Castle, and occasionally stabbed it, and did not seem to be satisfied once.

For three whole days, the swordsmanship of the Central Plains man did not have a trace of distortion in his mind, but became clearer because of the reinforcement over and over again.

The sword of the Central Plains people was fast, but not fast enough for Qingmian to parry and avoid.

The swords of the Central Plains people are very stable, but the vast majority of Qingmian who have been practicing swords for more than ten years can probably reach such a level.

The sword of the Central Plains people is very accurate, impartial, and hits the throat of the target, but for Qingmian, this is the basic skill of entry.

There is only one point, Qingmian saw it, but he couldn't do it: he was preemptive.

As the ultimate killer, Qingmian's most outstanding skill is to find the first opportunity, the killer does not have an advantage in the face-to-face competition, but he is afraid that he will not find the first opportunity, let alone strike later;

Thousands of miles apart, there has never been contact, but the swordsmanship of the Central Plains is just right to restrain the killers of the Western Regions.

"He must have a peculiar way of judging to be able to see through in a split second. Blue Face said loudly, the sound slamming against the wall and reverberating back and forth into his ears, as if another person was speaking to him.

The courtyard next door was empty, and in the next courtyard, there was another green face.

With a narrow knife in his hand, he suddenly leaped forward, stabbed at the wooden target seven paces away, and immediately retreated after hitting it, and his expression did not seem to be very satisfied.

There was a spectator in the green face, almost standing next to him, following him forward and backward, his face pale from the wound, and the palm of his right arm, which she did not hide.

Qian Ying shook her head, "It's still not right, the Dragon King's knife is not just fast, but unexpectedly fast, when I fought with him, I felt caught off guard by almost every move." ”

The chimney-like courtyards are one after another, most of them are vacant, there are about thirty inhabited ones, and dozens of green noodles are practicing their own exercises: thirteen people imitate Luo Qikang, seven people imitate the Dragon King, five people imitate the lotus girl, three people imitate Chu Nanping, Tugou and Mo Lin from Beiting, and four people stand in place blankly, without moving for a long time, not knowing what to do.

Old Man Mu slowly turned from surprise to indignation, and after finally walking out of the place where the green face lived, he whispered, "King Dubu didn't even take me seriously......! I'm really. ”

Gu Shenwei did not relax his vigilance, and motioned to the old man Mu to silence.

The purpose of imitation is not to learn, but to find loopholes, whether it is a contest or an assassination, this is one of the plans of the Dubu King.

Gu Shenwei pondered in the dark for a while, and beckoned to the old man Mu beside him, indicating that he would go back again.

This time, he sneaked into an uninhabited courtyard, and the old man was outside.

The courtyard was so deep that the moonlight could barely shine in, so Gu Shenwei maintained a half-squatting posture and took a while before he carefully stepped forward and quietly walked into the only room.

The door was ajar, and it was pitch black, and even the killer, who was accustomed to walking at night, became like a blind man.

But Gu Shenwei was sure that there was no one in the room, and his ears were extremely sharp even among killers.

As soon as Gu Shenwei entered, he turned left and walked against the wall.

In the first circle he figured out the size of the room, and strangely enough, it was semi-circular, all made of stones, much smaller than it looked from the outside, indicating that the walls were very thick.

On the second lap he walked more slowly, scrubbing carefully on the stone wall, and finally confirmed that the roughness on it was not a natural formation, but an artificially carved line, all of which were humanoid patterns with knives, which should have been much wider and thicker than narrow knives.

Gu Shenwei remembered a green face he knew before, and Xiaoyuetang finally placed it in Jinpeng Castle. She was only loyal to Han Wuxian, and there was no need to hide secrets for King Dubu, but she never mentioned these humanoid patterns......

The door opened outside, and the old man didn't seem to have time to give a warning, so Gu Shenwei had no choice but to quickly climb up the stone wall.

Compared to the small area, the walls are very high, and the roof is two feet and three or four feet away, and there are no human lines here. Gu Shenwei turned around suddenly, leaning his back against the stone wall, his legs apart, his toes stepping into the gap he had touched before, his arms stretched out in a line, his left hand holding the scabbard against the wall, and his right hand picking at another gap, barely keeping his body balanced.

As soon as Gu Shenwei stood firm, two people walked in. One closed the door, and the other lit an oil lamp on a small stone table in the middle.

Gu Shenwei finally saw the shape of the stone house, it was indeed a semicircle, and he stood on the straight side, just in time to see the pattern on the opposite wall.

The pattern lines are simple and bold, it is a set of knife techniques that he has never seen, which is very different from the narrow knife of Jinpeng Castle, which is wide open and closed, quite a bit of Central Plains style.

The two people who came in were both green-faced, and Gu Shenwei held his breath, hoping that they wouldn't stay here for too long.

A green-faced man was holding an oil lamp, and the two were side by side, looking directly at the figures on the far left, obviously not the first time they had come here, and no one spoke, silently figuring out.

After a full quarter of an hour, after they had finished the last four or five moves, they put the oil lamp back on the one-legged stone table, and drew a knife from under the table, which was very similar to the knife in the figure, and without saying a word, they exchanged hands.

The typical practice style of Jinpeng Castle is ruthless and ruthless, without the slightest intention of fighting, but as if he is desperate, knives collide, sparks splash everywhere, and the strong knife wind blows the oil lamp swaying.

After a few moves, the two stopped, put down their knives, and began to discuss across the stone table.

"This set of knife techniques is too different from what we have learned before. ”

"It's a pity that we saw it too late, it's only been a few months, and we can't learn the essence of it, otherwise we wouldn't let the Central Plains people go wild in Jinpeng Castle. ”

"That Central Plains man's swordsmanship is very powerful. ”

"Well, when we learn the sword technique here, we will be able to surpass the people of the Central Plains. ”

The two green faces went to look at the graphics on the stone wall again.

It turned out that this place had not been opened, no wonder Guan Shang had never mentioned it, Gu Shenwei speculated that the so-called a few months ago was probably around the Battle of Qianqi Pass, when King Xiao had just intended to elect the Lord of Biyu City in a competitive manner.

Why did Dubu King ask Qing Mian to abandon his existing assassination skills and learn completely different martial arts? Could he have known that there would be a face-to-face martial arts competition? Or did he really want to be reborn and completely remove the traces of the killer?

Gu Shenwei's heart was full of doubts.

But what he was most worried about was now, it was not easy to hide his whereabouts above the heads of the two green faces, and when the two of them were making a move just now, he took the opportunity to take a few breaths, and then he had to hold his breath again.

The two green noodles returned to the stone table.

"That's it. One of them said, "There is no end to learning, and if you continue to practice, you will only improve slowly, so we can test it." ”

"Yes. ”

The two stood silently, as if communicating in a mysterious way, and after a while, one of them picked up a thick knife, and the other pulled out two daggers.

The new knife method is the test of the old skills.

The thick knife flew up, as if it was about to destroy the stone house, but it gave Gu Shenwei a chance to breathe.

The daggers are weird, and the green face that uses them is like a huge insect, jumping around quickly, although it is not the same as the narrow knife, Gu Shenwei can still see the obvious Jinpeng Fort style from it......

This is a face-to-face competition, Jinpeng Castle's style is not dominant, Gu Shenwei was able to watch the nearly complete thick knife technique, the green face performed decently, but he still couldn't completely get rid of the previous habits, and occasionally accelerated the speed, but it affected the thickness of the knife technique, exposing flaws.

If there are a few more moves, the thick knife and green face will be defeated, Gu Shenwei thought to himself, and then suddenly startled: the dagger green face is rolling on the ground, attacking from the bottom up, and you can see outsiders standing on a high place at any time.

Gu Shenwei will not make a preemptive effort, he is ready, as soon as it is necessary, he has to make a move first, and then immediately beckon Old Man Mu to go down the mountain along the original road, and the plan to steal the Golden Peak Dapeng will have to be postponed.

The assassination techniques of Jinpeng Castle are all fast, light, almost untouchable, and the lower plate is usually unstable, which will become an obvious disadvantage when using the thick knife technique, and it is precisely when Dagger Qingmian discovers this that he attacks from the bottom lane.

He's already on his sleeve.

In the past few months, the two have practiced new knife techniques together almost every day, but they have not cultivated any bond of partnership, and they don't even know each other's names, let alone show mercy in a test.

Turning over for the seventh time, Qingmian, who was about to use a dagger to make a killing move, finally swept his gaze to the height of the wall, and when he saw the superfluous people, he was surprised but not panicked, and immediately changed the target.

Gu Shenwei jumped down, he would prioritize killing the unsuspecting Thick Knife Green Face, and then deal with the dagger Blue Mask who had already spotted him.

Thick Knife Blue Face was the only one in the room who didn't know, so he continued to use his new knife technique, which was not yet mature, and slashed at his accomplices mercilessly.

Although the two green faces fought to the death like enemies, they were not really enemies, and because of this little difference, the dagger green faced ignored the danger from his companions, and was cut in two just after a thought.

Gu Shen almost fell off the stone wall in order to regain his momentum urgently, and only after the tip of his right finger was forced to regain his body.

Thick Dao Qingmian looked at the corpse on the ground, and after a while, he looked at the figure on the wall, "It's a little weird." He said, placing a thick knife under a stone table and dragging two bodies out of the room without blowing out the oil lamp.

He's probably going to have to come back to clean up the blood on the ground.

The opportunity to get out is just around the corner. Gu Shenwei held the wall with his right hand, fell three times, and fell lightly to the ground, not leaving the house immediately, but jumped to the far right of the semicircular wall in two steps—there were two lines of words engraved there, and he never saw it clearly.

Snowy Mountain Luoshen Peak

Tiangang knife method

Gu Shenwei quickly got out of the house, and just climbed to the top of the wall, the thick knife and green face really returned.

There is a martial art of the Great Snow Mountain hidden in the depths of Jinpeng Castle, and it is a sword technique that Gu Shenwei has never heard of or seen, which is really strange, even stranger than a large number of green noodles imitating himself and Luo Qikang.

The Great Snow Mountains are full of swordsmen......

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