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Dozens of shadows, in the starlight and moonlight dim night, dark and abnormal, the bridge deck is not an inch of light, pitch black. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"There are so many of you, who will come first?"

In the darkness, a majestic and powerful voice pierced the dark curtain of the night and entered everyone's ears, and no one would think that he was really completely incapacitated.

At this moment, the voice came again in the darkness:

"Although you are seriously injured, you ants eat many elephants, but you can always pull down a few backs when you are dying, which of you is willing to come first and dedicate yourself to the people behind?"

After all, he accepted the fact that he would be killed in such a situation, even if it would be a shame to die.

The flowing water is murmuring, the water waves are invisible, all the shapes and qualities have become blurred, there has been no record of what is happening, for thousands of years, there are too many stories here, so many as Luoshui, there is no endless telling, so there is only silence, silent silence.

The sword was raised, the sword was faster, and the way fell to the ground.

The Luo River was silent.

More swords rushed forward along with the blurred figure, a flash of light flashed, a scream rang out, and the sword fell to the ground.

The Luo River was silent.

The scene on the bridge was a bit tragic, under the two rounds of attack, there were many more corpses on the bridge, and under the sharp gaze of the warrior, Ba Fenghan's face became even paler, and everyone had to reestimate his remaining strength, and it was quiet for a while.

Fortunately, the temptation of some things was still quite great, and the silence did not last long, and it was broken again by the sound of the sword.

The sword stabbed into the left arm of the majestic figure, at the cost of the life of the charlatan, and the sword stabbed him in the throat.

The bright wound on the arm was not big, but it gave everyone a lot of confidence.

With the first wound, then there is the second, and then the third, ・・・・・・

Ba Fenghan bent down and held his sword so that he would not fall, and the blood flowed out of the wound, dyeing the newly worn clothes red, and the color could not be seen in the dark night, but the liquid dripped silently.

The ticking sound on the bridge is powerful.

Bafenghan killed a lot of people, but there were more people left, and they were more crazy.

"I still have the strength of the last sword, after a sword, there are so many of you, who will pick up this cheap?"

Ba Feng said weakly, the whole person really seemed to be only hanging on for a breath.

Can you still make a sword like this?

No one will doubt his words.

Anything he says, they will be convinced, because he is a great swordsman, and they can only be ashamed of themselves, and before killing him, they can only look up.

The rest looked at each other, and now they were faced with an important problem: one person was going to die, and only one person could grab the fame.

So who will die, and whose chance will it be to gain fame?

In the darkness, everyone's gaze at each other became unkind, and the direction of the sword soldier in his hand changed slightly.

No one moved, in the last moments of this harvest.

In the silence, there was the sound of water falling on the plank, it was blood.

Listening to this sound that seemed to be dripping, time passed in the night sky, and the doubts in everyone's hearts before still did not find the answer:

Why didn't anyone who seemed supposed to be there come tonight?

Fortunately, at this point, none of them seemed to be very concerned about it, and there was something more important that attracted their full attention - the man who could die at any moment.

No one noticed a group of people on the long street by the Luoshui side, and a long line of bright torches lit up the street as if it were day.

It wasn't until the firelight fell behind someone that the sound of horses' hooves was heard behind him, and the man woke up.

Awakening is not looking back at the person, but towards the bloody man in the center, when he stabs out the sword, he does not see the eyes of the person he wants to kill, and he feels afraid, so he closes his eyes and waits for the other person to die.

For a moment, maybe a long time, he didn't feel the sword in his hand piercing into someone else's body, he only felt that the strength in his body was passing rapidly, fatigue hit, the sword in his hand was unstable, and "clang" fell to the ground.

A throwing knife was inserted into the back of his head, neck, and spine with unmistakable accuracy.

Everyone looked at the flying knife, their eyes showed suspicion, and a chill arose in their hearts, and they subconsciously looked back and looked at the trajectory of the flying knife.

Dozens of zhang away, on the bank of the Luo River, a little girl rode on a horse and looked at it with a smile, playing with an identical flying knife in her hand, and the chill on the flying knife was even stronger, making people dare not look directly.

The meaning is obvious, it is self-evident that the flying knife will come out of the hand under the same circumstances, and no one can guarantee that the flying knife will not fly out at another time.

No one dared to move.

Now that everything is understood, many people have remorse in their hearts.

I regret that I have been blinded by lard and have been in troubled waters.

However, there is no regret medicine in the world.

A pair of eyes nervously looked at the torch procession of dozens of people.

The little girl didn't speak, her eyes looked at those Jianghu people playfully, she never thought that there would be decent masters among these people, so naturally she didn't care too much.

A young man with a simple face and dark skin next to him looked at so many people present, and looked at a middle-aged man next to him with some embarrassment.

"Everyone cut off their arms and go. ”

The woman next to the middle-aged man opened her mouth first, and her beautiful voice sounded in the night sky, which was originally heavenly, but at this time it had a strong smell of blood.

"What?"

"Why?"

Hearing this, it was said that the hearts of those who heard it to themselves and others instantly gave birth to great horror, and their faces were extremely ugly, like mourning, and some began to complain, but immediately some of their companions gave them a look.

"If you don't want to, then you don't have to go. ”

The same heavenly sound sounded again, and the smell of blood in it was stronger and heavier.

This time, no one dared to speak, but the look of embarrassment on his face was still there, after all, the importance of the arm was no different from life to him, and the only difference was that he died sooner or later.

"Click" someone made a choice.

The bloody arm remained on the bridge deck, and the man clutched his bleeding shoulder, turned pale, and walked out.

More and more "clicks" sounded, there were a lot fewer people, and there were many more arms on the ground.

"Let me go, or I'll kill him." ”

When there were fewer and fewer people, a voice sounded suddenly, and I saw a young man pointing a sword at the crumbling Ba Fenghan and threatening, but he didn't dare to look at Ba Fenghan, and he didn't dare to get too close to Ba Fenghan, the hand holding the sword kept shaking, like a frightened child.

All eyes converged on the young man, who became even more nervous, his hands trembling all the time, but he kept clutching the hilt of his sword.

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