The back of the knife is four inches wide and the big knife is cut on the ground, and a terrifying groove suddenly appears on the ground, sonorous, and after the knife man is fixed, he picks up the big knife and smashes it down towards Jiang Yangsheng, the big knife is whistling under his hands, and the blade is also a strong wind, this knife is surprisingly powerful, the big wood knife was pulled out of a full circle by the short knife man from the top of his head, Jiang Yangsheng's face was different, and the voice was not good, and then a tossing and turning, which can avoid the cold knife wind. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The people at the bottom of the rivers and lakes, that is, those who have no entry masters in swordsmanship and knife skills, rely on themselves to cross the river by touching the stones, and rely on themselves to feel the skills in life and death, and what they realize is nothing more than two kinds, one is the swordsman in front of him, the swordsman who breaks ten thousand laws, and the other is the swordsman who is not broken, these two kinds of people look at the whole rivers and lakes, although the skills are mediocre, but they are very skilled in killing people and saving their lives.

The swordsman is not ashamed if he fails to strike a blow, his knife is known for its clumsiness and great strength, and it is not surprising that he is dexterously dodged, one knife is not successful, and the second knife is quietly handed out, and the second knife is more swift than the first knife when it comes out.

A knife slashed, the bright blade seeped with a chill under the lamplight, Jiang Yangsheng's expression was cold, cautious, the person in front of him was different from those who had died under his sword, those people knew that they would die without a doubt, so the rules were messy, resulting in continuous exhaustion of momentum, and they couldn't exert their own strength at all, but the swordsman in front of him was different, he and Jiang Yangsheng had full confidence in themselves, and they both thought that they could kill each other, and the two of them would be more bloody at this time.

The Qingque Sword is heavy on the word 'skillful', and its strength is not comparable to the knife in the hands of the swordsman, Jiang Yangsheng raided and dodged left and right, trying to find flaws, but this swordsman not only has a tight knife technique, but a set of personal knife techniques is as impenetrable as a swimming dragon, and the Qingque Sword is not easy to advance at all, and the swordsman is even good at cross-legged kung fu, and for a while, Jiang Yangsheng is difficult to find a flaw, and the two sides have to stalemate.

The swordsman held the handle of the knife in both hands, twisted it under his feet, and the shoddy cheap cloth shoes wrung out a deep pit on the ground, the dust splashed, and suddenly a piercing sound came out, but the swordsman's waist was suddenly twisted, and the wide knife was stunned to pull out a big circle and swing over, like a green dragon exploring the river!

Jiang Yangsheng saw that it was not good, the green finch was across his chest, his hands struggled to retreat, the green finch and the big knife collided together, sonorous, the sword body was hit into a half-moon arc, like a big bow drawn into a full circle, the back of the knife smashed the green finch and then hit Jiang Yangsheng's chest, the force was not reduced, Jiang Yangsheng suddenly felt that his chest was like a boulder impact, only to feel a breath of sullen air across his chest, and when the depression gushed out of his mouth, he found that it was shocking blood, Jiang Yangsheng's body suddenly retreated, and he unloaded the Wan Jun force on his body, Jiang Yangsheng's feet rubbed a furrow on the ground before stopping his body。 At this time, although Jiang Yangsheng was in a state of weakness, his fighting spirit suddenly rose high, and Qingque Fu handed it out again, strangled with the firewood knife.

On one side is the long sword of the ghost-faced mink Qiu Nan is aggressive, and on the other side is the impenetrable air of the middle-aged swordsman with a big knife.

Qingque dotted on the back of the knife as if hitting a thick wall, Jiang Yangsheng couldn't attack, and flew back with his strength, but the short knife man also moved forward suddenly, aggressive, and didn't give Jiang Yangsheng time to breathe.

After all, Jiang Yangsheng took a ruthless back slap from the swordsman, and he took this surprisingly strong back of the knife to buy time for the green finch in his hand, and he stabbed a sword directly on the swordsman's shoulder, and then slashed the situation, half of his arms were dripping with blood, and the white bones of the forest were visible in some places.

Swallowing the blood gushing to his throat, Jiang Yangsheng grinned, his mouth full of teeth was already dyed red with bright red, this kind of method of killing a thousand enemies and self-inflicting eight hundred really had to be hard to withstand it, fortunately, his body was not as weak as before after two years of tempering, but to withstand such a blow was also a sea of qi, and the strength that had finally been condensed was almost scattered.

The knifeman's face was as usual, without sadness or anger, and he didn't even glance at the wound on his arm, but his eyes were more aggressive, and the injured arm clenched the hilt, and with every force, a large amount of blood flowed out, staining the blade red.

At this time, the house was still brightly lit, thinking that Zhu Hongji was full of confidence in this swordsman, and gambled his net worth and life on the swordsman, and now he wanted to come to the wall to watch and see the bloody scenes of the fight between the people in the rivers and lakes, Jiang Yangsheng was not worried about this businessman escaping, according to his pot-bellied posture, how far could he escape even if he escaped?

Jiang Yangsheng Qingque stuck on the ground, holding the hilt of the sword in one hand, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on the corner of his mouth under the mask, pulled out the Qingque and rushed away desperately.

People say that the real masters of the rivers and lakes fight is a trick to win or lose, many people will say that it is a few pennies on the stall of the general 'martial arts secrets' to see too much, at first Jiang Yangsheng did not think so, and later saw Lao Kong a sword to break the river, the white-clothed scholar sword ploughed the river, and later the "Central Plains young first swordsman" overturned his own canopy boat Jiang Yangsheng suddenly realized, the higher the master to divide the victory and defeat, the more obvious the month, not like the street shrew scolding the street, ruffians fighting so long to compete.

In fact, if it is a competition to kill the number of people, maybe this swordsman may not be able to kill as much as Jiang Yangsheng, but Jiang Yangsheng is inexperienced in the enemy, so he can only temporarily fall down in the face of the swordsman, and dare not fight with him, so he has to take the means of killing the enemy and injuring himself.

At this time, as if he didn't want to die, he was stabbed on the back of the knife man a few times, and he was kicked far away by a kick in his heart, but after all, he left several hideous and terrifying wounds on the knife man, Jiang Yangsheng didn't have time to grin, only to feel that his chest was stuffy, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

The swordsman staggered to his feet, staggered to his feet, first cut off the five fingers of the swordsman's sword, and then broke the tendons and tendons in turn, then he put his mind at ease, and sat down in front of the swordsman, looking at the dying swordsman gasping for breath, only to see that the latter wanted to work hard to grab the knife, but unfortunately there were only two fingers left in one hand, and the rest of the fingers were all cut off.

"It turned out to be a mute. ”

Jiang Yangsheng was stunned, no wonder the swordsman didn't say a word before, but his eyes were like snakes and scorpions, it turned out that the tongue in his mouth was cut off and he couldn't make a sound.

At this time, the swordsman looked at the assassin in front of him with a resolute look in his eyes, and there was endless regret in his eyes.

Jiang Yangsheng leaned over and saw that there were only two of the ten fingers of the swordsman at this time, except for the five left-hand fingers that had just been cut off, only two of the fingers of the right hand remained, as if they had been cut off a long time ago, from the scar left on the hand, it seems that this swordsman is good at right-handed knives, thinking of this, Jiang Yangsheng couldn't help but have a layer of fine sweat on his back, if the right hand of the swordsman in front of him was still complete, he would not dare to play with him.

After resting for a while, when he opened his eyes again, the swordsman in front of him was already trembling, his face was purple, he had more breath and less intake, and he couldn't survive when he saw it.

Jiang Yangsheng walked step by step to the brightly lit study with the Qingque Sword, at this time he was already at the end of the crossbow, and he was holding on to prevent the blood in his chest from surging.

After pushing open the door, I saw a fat middle-aged man lying on his back on the one size Taishi chair, his face was like ashes, he was pale, and even his eyes were stiff and stiff, his pupils were dilated, and he was trembling.

Perhaps seeing that the swordsman who was protecting him had died, this well-dressed merchant had a pair of scissors in his hand, and wanted to kill himself but did not have the courage to do so, so he gave up with his hands down.

Jiang Yangsheng stretched out his hand and dragged a chair, sat opposite the brocade merchant, and then coughed lightly.

"Someone is going to buy your life. ”

Zhu Hongji nodded, closed his eyes for a long time and was reluctant to open them, his heart was full of discouragement, and he had already guessed the reason.

"Pity me all my life to go south and north, see the Taoist Buddhist temple into the worship of a bow, where there are monks, the old way to stay together to give the best conditions, but I did not expect to worship the gods for a lifetime but died, this is ridiculous. ”

Jiang Yangsheng shook his head and said: "It's better to ask for others than for yourself, there are no immortals, Buddhas and ghosts in this world, there are no one thousand and eight hundred, don't think about worshipping for the rest of your life, those ghosts and ghosts are all illusory things that you believe in and don't believe, or you can help me go down and ask if there is a netherworld in a while?"

Zhu Hongji seemed to be laughed at by the words of this assassin killer, and he seemed to cry and laughed: "Even if there is, how can I tell you?"

Jiang Yangsheng said calmly: "I'm not an immortal, I can't get that immortality, and I will die one day, if there is really a netherworld, then say it there." ”

Zhu Hongji's eyes were full of sadness, and now he couldn't help himself, and he was even more ridiculous, running around and ending up as someone else's wedding dress, isn't it the biggest ridicule to be betrayed by his own fake son?

Zhu Hongji worshiped the Buddha in the first half of his life, and he believed in the matter of reincarnation and life and death, and he didn't know what evil he had created in the first half of his life to make himself suffer so much in this life, so that everyone rebelled and left.

Mourning is greater than heart death!

Jiang Yangsheng sat opposite, pondered for a while, and then swung his sword and cut his throat!

'Xumen' is an impersonal place, no matter whether you are good or bad, there is only information and money transactions here, and the great treachery, evil, goodness, and beauty are just vain appearances, and you can't resist the temptation of interests, and what 'benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, and faith' and 'good, evil, loyalty, and treachery' are just useless gimmicks.

Zhu Hongji worshiped the immortal Buddha all his life, but finally ended up miserable, which inevitably made people sigh in their hearts.

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