Chapter 13, the fast sword and the fast sword

Before a person kills someone, he should always think that this time it may not be him who kills him, but someone else who kills him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info: Before the man in black infiltrated the Shangguan Mansion, he didn't think about this problem. He knew how terrible and powerful the person he was going to deal with today, he also knew how huge the Money Gang was, and he even knew that even if he killed Shangguan Xiaoxian, as long as his identity was revealed, then his future life would definitely be difficult.

It's just that when he sneaked into this luxurious mansion, he didn't think about those things anymore, not that he really forgot about them, but because he didn't dare to think about them anymore, he was a killer, and he was an extremely clever killer, and he knew that it would be a very fatal mistake to think about those things when he was acting.

If you don't think about it, your chances of success are 100%, and once you have that thought in your head, your chances of success may become 80% or even lower.

This is what the seniors who taught him the art of killing back then told him, this is not the truth, but it is definitely the truth, the truth forged by many killers with blood and death.

Therefore, he didn't think a word, he sneaked into Shangguan Xiaoxian's room, and he stabbed the sword.

Everything was in his calculations, and there was only one thing.

He didn't expect that Shangguan Xiaoxian, who slept in this room every day, didn't sleep on the bed, although there were people on the bed, but they were not the people he wanted to kill.

It's just that he has already drawn out his sword, and the person in bed has also drawn his sword.

The two swords were two very terrifying and very powerful swords, and when the man's sword was unsheathed, he had already felt the chill that he had felt only more than half a month ago, and his heart had sunk at that time, and he knew that today he was destined to be inseparable from the money gang.

His mission failed, the first and last mission failure in his life.

The sword pierced his throat, and blood ran down the blade of the sword to the ground.

Drop by drop, the sound of blood flowing down in the silent darkness of the night was very clear.

A man held a sword and stared at him coldly, that person's face was like an ice cube, his eyes were like cold needles, and he had no expression at all. He looked at the man, he took in the man's expression, and he smiled.

His whole body was wrapped in a night coat, and only a pair of eyes were exposed, but the man with the sword in his hand could see him smiling, because there was already a smile in his eyes.

The moment the smile appeared, his person had already fallen.

The man's expression remained unchanged, and he calmly inserted his sword into the scabbard.

Suddenly, there were three very coherent applause in the room, and a sweet voice accompanied the applause to the ground in an instant, and it sounded under the light of a dozen torches that suddenly lit up.

"You should not have killed him, although he wanted to kill me, although I would have let him die, but he could never die now, and a dead man is far less valuable than a living man. ”

Sitting on a chair, she was wearing a long red dress, which looked like blood in the night, and she was particularly dazzling and dazzling, he looked at the indifferent swordsman who was illuminated by the firelight as bright as day, and said slowly.

The door was pushed open and quickly closed again.

Seventeen people poured into the room in an instant, fifteen of them holding torches, and two of them strode into the room like dragons and tigers. Their expressions were different, the only thing they had in common was that they stood at the door and looked respectfully at the woman in the red dress who was sitting on the chair with a smile like a flower.

Respectfully and silently.

At this moment, no matter who thinks about it, even if the woman in red makes them commit suicide, they will not hesitate at all, and they can be sure that one will be faster than the other.

The swordsman's expression is still very calm, his face is still a cold and indifferent look, when he looks at the woman in red, there is no respect in his eyes, but there is an indescribable pity in his indifferent eyes, his tone is as cold as ever, and he said lightly: "Even if I don't kill him, he will die, and even if the person who does his kind of business can't complete the task, he will never leak the buyer's information, in this case, it is better to die in my hands than to let him die in his own hands." ”

"Oh?" said the woman in red.

The middle-aged man in a golden robe said lightly: "Although he is a killer, his swordsmanship is very good, and he is qualified to die in my hands." ”

The woman in red had been sitting in the room just now, she watched the masked man draw his sword, and she also watched the middle-aged man draw his sword, she saw all this very clearly, so he knew that the middle-aged man was telling the truth.

Although this killer's swordsmanship is not outstanding, if you talk about the speed of the sword, there are not many people in the rivers and lakes who can compare to this person. This person doesn't seem to be fast, but every time he strikes his sword, there are at least three consecutive strikes, which means that the speed of this black-clothed man's sword is at least three times faster than what can be seen with the naked eye.

There weren't many people in the martial arts who had this kind of sword speed, and he was even sure that even people like Chu Feng and Xie Xiaofeng wouldn't be much faster than this person.

It's a pity that this person is dead, no matter how fast a dead person shoots his sword, it is only a dead person, and no matter how famous a dead person is in front of him, he is just a useless corpse after death.

There are many things in the world that are inherently unfair, but this one is absolutely fair.

The woman in red looked at the middle-aged swordsman and asked, "There are not many people in the martial arts who are so fast, can Uncle Jing guess the identity of this person?"

The middle-aged swordsman is Jing Wuming, a life-threatening swordsman who crisscrossed the rivers and lakes twenty years ago.

Jing Wuming stared coldly at the corpse that was still bleeding on the ground, and he smiled coldly: "I don't have to guess, because he must be the No. 1 Fast Sword Killing Swordsman in the Central Plains, Liu Wuxian." "Before his words spoke, the sword was unsheathed.

The sword flashed, and the masked man's face was already in several sections, and a young face appeared in everyone's sight.

The sword was now unsheathed, so it looked as if it had never been unsheathed.

Liu Wuxian's sword is known as the fastest sword in the Central Plains, but his sword is not as fast as Jing Wuxian's sword, so Liu Wuxian dies and Jing Wuxian lives.

The woman in red had no expression on her face at all, he glanced at the burly old man who walked in with everyone and walked in with a cane, and he asked, "Elder Zhuge , you have been walking in the rivers and lakes all year round, and you have even dealt with Liu Wuxian, is he Liu Wuxian?"

Twenty years ago, Zhuge Gang, who ranked eighth on Bai Xiaosheng's weapon spectrum, squinted his eyes at the corpse, and then suddenly looked at the corpse twice with his iron crutch, and then nodded respectfully at the woman in red and said, "Yes, he is Liu Wuxian, and he will never be wrong." ”

The woman nodded and waved her hand to signal Zhuge Gang to step back, and her person also slowly stood up, took two steps in the room, and chuckled: "He is the deadly swordsman in the Central Plains, the first fast sword Liu Wuxian, interesting, but why would this kind of person take the risk of assassinating me?"

No one answered, because no one knew.

Wind and rain meteor Xiang Song's legs were already a little weak, and although his person still looked calm, cold sweat had been left on his back.

He stood upright in front of Shangguan Xiaoxian, the woman in red and the most respected gang leader of the Money Gang, not only did he not dare to speak, but he also did not dare to make any moves, and waited respectfully for Shangguan Xiaoxian to speak.

After a while, Shangguan Xiaoxian spoke, and Shangguan Xiaoxian naturally spoke to Xiang Song, because the person responsible for monitoring Liu Wuxian was Xiang Song.

She looked at Xiang Song, her expression was still calm and rational, but Xiang Song already felt an incomparably terrifying sense of oppression, and now he even had the urge to kneel, what he said to Zhuge Gang during the day was definitely the truth.

There was still no expression on her face, and she said coldly, "Elder Xiang, I want to ask you to help me do two things. ”

Xiang Song's legs trembled even more, but he tried his best to stay calm, but his voice still trembled as anyone could hear, and he said, "Helper, please command." ”

Shangguan Xiaoxian said: "One, I need all the information and information since Liu Wuxian came to Chang'an these days, even if he eats a few meals a day and how long he has eaten, you must sort out the details and bring them to me." ”

"Yes. ”

"Second, please go to the Qingshan Inn and find Chu Feng. ”

"Yes. Xiang Song hesitated for a moment and asked, "Now?"

"Yes. Shangguan Xiaoxian said lightly: "You told him that Shangguan Xiaoxian was seriously injured in assassination and wanted to see him for the last time." ”

"Yes. Xiang Song immediately retreated, and everyone retreated.

The door of the Qingshan Inn had been pushed open, and the loud noise woke everyone in the Qingshan Inn up, Chu Feng was already asleep, and he was also awakened, and when he woke up, there was already a large group of people at the door.

One of the old voices said something to him, so he immediately got up from the warm bed and rode to the Money Gang in a carriage.

The old man at the door was naturally Xiang Song, and what he said was naturally what Shangguan Xiaoxian asked him to convey to Chu Feng: "The gang leader was seriously injured and wanted to see him for the last time." ”

Chu Feng was an absolutely smart person, he naturally wouldn't believe this, so when he saw Shangguan Xiaoxian in the boudoir and saw Shangguan Xiaoxian sitting on the chuang with a pitiful face covering the quilt and trembling, there was no worry or strange look on his face.

His eyes were on the cold corpses on the ground, still lying on the ground.

A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, his memory was good, and his eyesight was also very good, so he instantly saw that this person was Liu Wuxi, who he had seen in Turning Cloud Town not long ago.

He looked back at Shangguan Xiaoxian, who had already angrily thrown the quilt at him, and said with a wry smile: "The only person who assassinated you today is Liu Wuxian?"