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Bamboo leaves are frosty, and the branches are like charms.

A funeral procession was advancing in the bamboo forest, and they were entrusted by others to have to hurry in this coldest season.

"I said you, why do you have to pick up the money of the dead?"

"Sooner or later, you can use it. ”

The old master slammed his fist on the head of the little follower and said, "If you hadn't been here for three days, grandpa, I would have to make you have a longer memory." ”

The attendant raised his head, his eyes were bright, he was still picking up the rune paper, and he only said, "I'm going to see off the boss in the coffin." ”

The old master snorted coldly: "It's good to know." "Some people spent a lot of money to hire a full thirty men for the funeral during the great cold, which is by no means a small amount, but they don't know the name of the employer, and they all call him Tang Gongzi.

The moon is fuller, but the forest is getting more and more weird. The swaying bamboo shadow is like a distorted corpse, and the occasional bird cry is shocking.

It was as if some ghost was about to roar out of the forest.

But it wasn't a ghost.

There was a figure standing at the head of the slope, with a sturdy body, but a knife was taller than a man. This knife has a strange style and should be a Dongying weapon.

Everyone looked at the dark shadow on the slope, and suddenly a gust of wind sounded.

The wind blew away the withered bamboo leaves and cut the sturdy bamboo in half. There is a killing machine in the wind!

The two people who walked in front suddenly stopped moving. A thin mist of blood appeared halfway up their waists, followed by a loud boom, bursting with blood and internal organs.

It's really a very sharp method, and it's useless except to kill people. Everyone looked frightened, dare to move?

It was an unbelievably fast dart! a black dart with a Persian thunderbolt attached to it, and once it pierced the body, there would be no corpse.

Quiet.

Everything is quiet.

Therefore, the screams are particularly harsh.

There were already eight people in different places, and the figure in the distance rushed with them, and everyone was scattered, and they couldn't stand the toss of the six corpses.

Although this knife is not fast, it is very sharp, and as long as the cold light flashes, there will be blood splattered. Fang Cai was still a big living person, and his flesh and blood were blurred in an instant.

Compared to its sharpness, the strength of ninety catties is more intimidating, and this ronin does not speak, and slashes people with a knife, as if he was born to only cut people.

The old master died, and the little follower had a deep blood mark on his back, and he no longer moved.

"Hehe, it is rumored that the Dongying Ghost Knife Kanjuro has a unique knife technique, and there are countless souls under the knife, it seems that it really deserves its reputation!"

Kanjuro said: "You Central Plains people talk nonsense and get in the way. ”

Indeed, the people of the Central Plains are very shrewd, the knife is in the hands of Kanjuro, and the people are also killed by him, and the children and grandchildren of the deceased will always seek revenge from Kanjuro in the future. Nothing to do with anyone else.

Kanjuro didn't understand this truth, and said coldly: "What about Tang Yu?"

The pair of twin women walked out side by side, and one said, "Tang Yu is here." ”

But everyone is clearly dead.

Another said: "If you think about it carefully, not everyone is dead, and they haven't seen the corpse with their own eyes, so how can that person be considered dead?"

Everyone's eyes were cast on the coffin, "Could it be ......"

For a long time, no one dared to open the coffin.

Tang Yu is good at using secret weapons, even if he is a peerless master of the rivers and lakes, he will die in vain. God knows how many intricate mechanisms he put in the coffin!

There is definitely more than one, not two, and the chain mechanism is the grave of the master. How many masters thought they had escaped, but they walked into another trap.

Kanjuro stabbed the tip of his knife into the lid of the coffin, and was about to exert his strength, but he couldn't help but gasp.

In the tiny gap, the arrows were shining, and the knife dust was pressing the machine spring, and once it was released, ten thousand arrows were fired in unison.

Each arrow is quenched with poison, and one shot poisons a person, and there is no waste.

The old swordsman who specialized in yang knives shouted: "You are lifting, do you want to kill us in a hurry?"

Kanjuro struggled to stabilize the blade of the knife and said, "I saw Tang Yu, but the knife was stuck by the design mechanism. ”

The old swordsman was in a hurry, so he went bare-necked and slashed into the coffin lid with a knife!

I didn't feel right when I cut it in, and the old swordsman scolded: "You plague pig doll pits me." Now that the two of them are stuck together, Kanjuro only exerts half of his strength. They're going to be here forever, and no one is going to help them.

The old knife man said: "You and I will either stand here for the rest of our lives, or let go at the same time." ”

Kanjuro turned his side knife and said, "You Central Plains people are insidious and deceitful, you can't believe it." ”

The old swordsman said: "I'll count to three and let it go." "He's already counting.

"One. ”

"Two!" The old swordsman has let go, and ten thousand arrows are fired!

Kanjuro lay under the coffin, not dead, for he had let go of his hand when he counted to two.

Kanjuro said: "You really cheated. ”

The old knife man said: "Each other." ”

are floating in the rivers and lakes, how can they not be insidious, if this ronin lacks heart eyes, he would have been nailed into a hedgehog just now.

The two glared at each other and pried the lid open.

There was nothing inside.

The old swordsman shouted and said, "It's not good! ”

Kanjuro was silent, just nodded.

But the crowd did not give up, and the Persian woman stepped forward and carefully examined the bottom of the coffin. She said: "This is the only way, if Tang Yu wants to transport the Divine Sword Diagram, he is definitely not willing to take the other three paths......" When she saw the bottom of the coffin, she suddenly smiled.

Usually the bottom of the coffin is made very thick to prevent the body from being damp and mildew, but the bottom of this coffin is half a foot thick, and the base is absolutely hollow.

The crowd was not blind, and soon noticed this and gathered around.

There was a slight gap in the darkest corner of the coffin, and it must have been sealed later. The old swordsman slashed into it, and he slashed it very carefully, with a fast and steady force, just as he split the bottom wood through the hole.

- "Excalibur Diagram"

A genuine Excalibur diagram!

I don't know who slapped a person, and the head of one person was shattered, and the Persian woman had already secretly pulled out a smoke screen bomb and threw it at the bottom of her foot, and suddenly white smoke billowed out, and the entire slope was hidden in it.

Who is in charge of the wind, another burst of swords and swords, and flesh and blood flying......

There were more than a dozen unclear masters who escaped into the fog, and it turned out that there were not only a few people in the wild shop, but also countless masters waiting for the rabbit here.

In the smoke screen, a man in black is nimble, taking off left and right!

Although he has superb swordsmanship, he can only barely protect himself in this group of masters, but he only uses his sword to defend, waiting for others to kill each other, and secretly touches the coffin, this man in black is Long Xiaotian.

When he approached the coffin, a cold light suddenly flashed!

It was the old swordsman who slashed at his neck, Long Xiaotian took his sword to resist, and suddenly the tiger's mouth cracked, this knife was really fierce and domineering! Long Xiaotian knew that the enemy could not be beaten, so he took advantage of the fog to touch the other end of the coffin, and when he looked up, it was the six-foot wild knife that Kanjuro could not stop.

Long Xiaotian couldn't dodge, and the blood in his chest gushed like a spring! He immediately jumped backwards and hid in the bamboo forest. scolded in his heart: These spirits are too difficult to deal with, so they have to adapt to the situation, and wait for them to fight without strength. ”

Everyone is scrambling, where are there more than ten, where are there about twenty, counting the masters who are constantly pouring into the bamboo forest, there are at least a hundred! Every time someone dies, Long Xiaotian silently counts in his heart, and after only half a pillar of incense, he has already heard more than fifty different screams.

The Persians were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, so they threw smoke bombs everywhere in the bamboo forest, and the scene was chaotic.

Long Xiaotian suddenly felt that there was someone behind him, and turned around with a sword!

Unexpectedly, it was a young man under the age of twenty, and the young man was full of horror, and hurriedly said: "Big, hero, spare my life, I don't know any martial arts." ”

Long Xiaotian felt suspicious, it can be seen that the young man is also young and thin, and it is indeed not material for martial arts, so he said: "If you dare to make trouble, I will kill you with a sword!"

The young man said: "Eh, the hero is heroic, don't get along with me, an uninteresting mortal." ”

Long Xiaotian is a person who loves face very much, and when he heard this, he was on guard in his heart, and said, "Why did you come here?"

The young man said, "I'll take the Divine Sword Diagram." ”

"Hmph, it's up to you?" Long Xiaotian thought that this person was intellectually low, so he put away his sword and watched the battle with him behind the bamboo. Long Xiaotian always felt that this young man's face was very familiar, as if he had only seen it not long ago, but he just couldn't remember it, especially at this moment of life and death, he couldn't remember it clearly.

The boy touched his back, and there were some blood stains. He was wearing the golden silkworm armor, and even though he saved his life, he was still injured by that knife.

He is the little attendant of the funeral procession.

Everyone thought he was "dead", so he changed into the clothes he had prepared in advance, and he was really dead.

Long Xiaotian said: "Who are you?"

The young man smiled and said, "My name is Wang Yu." ”