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The bronze dagger in the Faceling's hand was a very special dagger, this kind of dagger was as thin as a cicada's wings after being forged, and it was not enough to sharpen iron like mud, how could such a sharp weapon be used to sharpen iron?

The blade touches the skin slightly and there will be a shocking wound, this kind of wound cut by the dagger is not like a normal wound to show a tear, but the wound is as smooth as a mirror, when the initial cut, the injured person will not have anything abnormal, and when the wound is forced, there will be blood gushing like a spring, and this smooth wound will accelerate the loss of blood, making the injured face the threat of death faster.

What's more, the poison is quenched on the dagger, which is called 'sealing the throat when seeing blood'.

In the current rivers and lakes, it is very rare to quench poison on the dagger, and this kind of thing has always been regarded as a shameless rank like an evil way, so the dagger quenching poison, except in the assassination agency of 'Xumen', it is difficult to see its shadow in ordinary rivers and lakes.

Obviously, the faceless young man opposite Jiang Yangsheng is not a very well-known dagger user, he can see a thing or two in the use of the dagger, in the eyes of the master, the dagger capital is a fatal blow to the 'poor dagger', if you can't kill with one blow, you will definitely not show your own weapon.

At this point, Beilai's 'Xumen' is undoubtedly the ancestor of the assassins, and the assassins cultivated by the 'Xumen' have always followed the principle of 'seeing the poor and the dagger', because once they expose their methods too early, it means that they are getting closer and closer to death.

The young thorn who made an exception and made Jiang Yangsheng love talent was like this when he met Lu Pan's house outside Qingzhou City that day, and it wasn't until he was close to Jiang Yangsheng's back that he showed his deadly killing move, if it weren't for the fact that Jiang Yangsheng was standing on the edge of the unity of heaven and man with one foot at that time, otherwise he would have to pay a lot of price.

The faceless man on the other side was still a little worse, or he was extremely confident in himself, even if he knew that Jiang Yangsheng was also among the ranks, he still thought that he was just a son of a family who relied on a little effort to support the outside.

Whether it's a showmanship or not, I don't know until I've beaten it.

Seeing that the red-furred man wanted to use the power of his sword to distance himself, the faceling sneered, because the tugging of the corners of his mouth made him look very hideous, and the scars on his face swelled like earthworms.

"Want to go?"

The Faceling flew up with a lunge, approaching the red-furred man's side.

In the Faceling's opinion, as long as he kept fighting with the red-furred man in close quarters, making the longsword in his hand useless, then after a long time, as long as he made the slightest mistake, then he could give him a well-known blow.

Jiang Yangsheng, who originally wanted to distance himself, saw that the faceless man was as difficult as a maggot on the tarsal bone, frowned slightly, and his eyes were nervously staring at the bronze dagger in his hand that could appear in front of him at any time, because Jiang Yangsheng, who had not entered the pseudo-realm 'Heaven and Man Unity', was very sensitive to the things around him, and if he didn't pay attention to it, the bronze dagger would be slashed in front of him.

Hand-to-hand fighting is not a way to give yourself a headache and get into trouble in Jiang Yangsheng's eyes, after all, even if he has made a very slight progress in swordsmanship for such a long time, he is a thousand miles above the realm, at least his realm is comparable to the little grandmaster of the seventh rank at the moment.

At the moment, he only felt like he wanted to draw the sword, but he suddenly found that a hand was across his scabbard, and this hand followed the scabbard and then blocked Jiang Yangsheng's long sword, this technique was very peculiar, in a hurry, Jiang Yangsheng tried to draw the sword, tried several times in a row, but was unsuccessful, Jiang Yangsheng only felt that there was a qi on the hilt of the Qingque Sword, which made it difficult for the Qingque Sword to get out of the sheath.

The green finch kept singing at the waist, but after all, it was not out of the sheath at all.

Jiang Yangsheng snorted coldly, one hand extended down the scabbard, and the two of them instantly palmed each other.

The faceling snorted, because he realized at this time that the red-furred man on the opposite side did not look like an ordinary family, because he had this very rich combat experience, and even in the face of such a tricky angle just now, he was not afraid of danger, obviously not like the kind of little shrimp who had just entered the rivers and lakes.

It is not uncommon for the son of the family to learn martial arts in the current Great Zhou Dynasty, except for literati families like Dongmen Chanyi, some of the juniors who came out of the martial arts court will more or less learn some martial arts, but the son of the family who learns martial arts has not experienced the battle of life and death in the end, and he is far from having those decisive killing spirits, and just now Jiang Yangsheng made a move, and the faceless man on the opposite side can see it.

"It seems that you are not a son from an ordinary family. ”

The faceling's hoarse tone was remembered this time, although he knew that Jiang Yangsheng was not ordinary, but due to his limited vision, the people who lived on the Qinhuai River only knew that the Tang family, the Qin family, the Dongmen family, these big wealthy families, what the Beilai Jiang family, had only heard of, and in their opinion, the young man who was the second son of Beilai must have traveled very luxuriously and high-profile, how could it be a red-furred man wandering alone on the bank of the Qinhuai River at night?

Faced with the Faceling's questioning, Jiang Yangsheng was noncommittal, because he felt that it was a waste of tongue to talk to this person who was just ruthless but did not pose much threat to him, because this Faceling had already marked a dead word in his heart.

Jiang Yangsheng, who had been able to easily and happily deal with this faceless man, did not make a move, because in his opinion, the hand that this person used just now made the Qingque Sword unable to unsheath himself, so Jiang Yangsheng decided to leave his life in exchange for the means of forcing the sword.

Seeing the red-furred man on the opposite side, he never talked to him from beginning to end, and the faceless man was also expressionless, because his face was ruined, he became the ugliest person on the entire Qinhuai River, and he has seen few white eyes over the years? The high-spirited young master of the Tang family even named himself ' 'Ugly', he is arrogant to himself all day long, like calling pigs and dogs, and even if the women in the brothels of Qinhuai and Daxiao, who are born with lovely appearances, even if they sleep with themselves because of the amount of gold, silver, yellow and white things they give, they can't see the deep contempt in their eyes?

For this reason, the Faceless Talent will become a famous 'mad dog' on the Qinhuai River, and whoever bites will be killed.

"The aura of the eldest prince, the bearing of the family of books, the extraordinary heroism of the princely generals, if you follow your current appearance and add a lot of evil slaves and vicious dogs accompanying you, even if you say that you are the current prince, I will believe it. ”

This time it was Jiang Yangsheng's turn to smile, the first time the opponent of life and death could sincerely praise himself for two sentences, thinking that these words would naturally not be as contrary to his will as those who surrounded him before.

"It's not far off. ”

"Haha~~~~",

Do you really think of yourself as the son of heaven today?

The ugly man laughed twice, when he didn't see it today, in front of the most nostalgic 'ninety-ninth floor' in Qinhuai River, he could often see the carriage mount of today's son parked there, this person was not ashamed to say this, but he didn't care too much about it.

"I'll let you draw your sword this time. ”

Jiang Yangsheng shook his head, he stared at the ugly face on the other side, which was so ugly that it was difficult to look at directly, and said word by word: "I only need the wrist of the sword you just had." ”

As if he had heard some big joke, the ugly child laughed and said, "If you want to take it yourself." ”

This mad dog, the most famous on the Qinhuai River, went crazy, but no one could stop it, but today he met a man with a red fur tone that was much more arrogant than himself. 、

Jiang Yangsheng didn't explain anything to the faceling man too much.

The sword hung from his waist and was not unsheathed.

Jiang Yangsheng's eyes were slowly closed.

As Jiang Yangsheng's eyes closed, his perception of his surroundings became clearer and clearer, and within a radius of his surroundings, he couldn't escape his perception.

At the moment when Jiang Yangsheng's eyes were closed, the faceling made a move, his feet were light, and his figure pulled out a very vague shadow around him, and then suddenly appeared in front of the red-furred man in a breath, and in the sleeve of his hand, the bronze dagger quietly slipped into the palm of his hand.

An afterimage flickered and vanished.

"What!"

The faceless man's dagger stabbed Jiang Yangsheng's throat, in his opinion, this red-furred man was simply too big for himself, in the face of his own unexpected attack, even a seven-rank master would be seriously injured in a hurry, but now this red-fur man actually closed his eyes at such a time.

You know, when two people fight to the death, losing their eyes and perception of the things around them is equivalent to losing an arm, and they have fallen behind before the fight begins.

I don't know how many people have died at their own hands, and one will be filled in today.

But just as the Faceling was thinking about how to get the simple and clumsy long sword on Jiang Yangsheng's waist, which he knew was very good at a glance, the bronze dagger that was about to cut the throat of the red-furred man suddenly stopped.

It's weird!

It even caused a little panic among the Facelings, who were originally in a calm mood, and the things that had been planned in his mind suddenly changed.

When he looked down, he found that he didn't know when, a fair-skinned and slender hand grabbed his wrist, and it was this palm that suddenly stretched out, causing his bronze dagger to stagnate less than an inch in front of the skin of the red man's throat, but no matter how hard he tried, the bronze dagger was like a steel cast, and it was difficult to advance a single inch.

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