But several times the divine sense searched, but there was no notice, is it an illusion, but how can it be an illusion, this intuition accumulated over countless years of wandering the rivers and lakes, how can it be wrong, since it is not an illusion, and I have searched for no result, it means that the power against myself is far higher than my own, much beyond my imagination, this thought is clear, and my heart feels even worse.
However, after many years of bloody rain, it feels good to have that time There is no major event except death, and even if death is considered a major event, for oneself, it may still be a relief that comes early Hu Bugui snorted in his heart, his face was always an old dragon clock, his eyes and nose were watching his heart, his eyes were closed and his breath was adjusted, and he did not linger in foreign affairs.
At this moment, there was a whistling wind from far and near.
Hu Bugui opened his eyes suddenly, and two dazzling rays of light shot out of his eyes That voice was extremely domineering, and it was aimed at itself He didn't move, just stared at the door.
The next moment, the door of the room instantly shattered without warning, and in the midst of the debris flying all over the room, a pitch-black knife slammed into the face with the momentum of splitting the heavens and the earth.
This knife is fierce and domineering, and it is no longer a temptation, but a lore Hu Bugui's eyes flashed, and he didn't know when the knife was already in his hand.
Pick before a knife.
With a crisp sound of "ding", Hu Bugui's knife hit the pitch-black knife with precision and abnormality, and the opponent's knife momentum paused slightly, but this slight moment was enough call Hu Bugui's originally cross-legged body fell backwards suddenly, and then floated up, standing firmly on the couch.
In front of him, a burly young man in black stood with a horizontal knife, and before he could stop the knife just now, he immediately withdrew the knife and did not reluctantly attack.
"Who is Your Excellency" Hu Bugui's face was as pale as ever, and he only coughed lightly, but he swallowed the blood that had reached his throat in one gulp.
Don't look at Hu Bugui's calm face, but in fact, he was extremely frightened in his heart There have been countless enemies in his life, but like today, it is the first time that he has been severely injured by someone with a knife The knife of the person who came was fierce and domineering, and it had reached the point of being arrogant only seen in Hu Bugui's life The man stepped into the door, giving Hu the feeling of no return, but it was like a whole mountain range, moving a little, pressing towards himself, but one step away, there was a mountain pressing on the top, and the power of the stone broke through the earth.
"I'm Dong Wuxian" The young man in black looked at Hu Bugui with a pair of mighty eyes, and said in a deep voice: "You are Hu Bugui" Hu Bugui narrowed his eyes: "Dong Wuxian, I have an enmity with Your Excellency" "None" Dong shook his head without injury.
"Resentment" "None" "Then why is Your Excellency" Hu Bugui was angry, and they had nothing to do with each other, so you stabbed at the old man plainly, what is this Dong Wuxian looked at him with flat eyes, and said lightly: "Because you are here to make trouble" Hu Bugui Huo Ran raised his head: "No" "You are," Dong Wuxian affirmed.
He didn't even want to say half a word more, and he directly convicted Hu of non-return.
Hu Bugui shook his head: "I don't" Before he could finish saying this, he was interrupted by Dong Wuxian: "You are the one who makes trouble, how can you use a knife, you have also reached such a point, you dare not admit it, dare not do it?"
If Dong is not injured, he will be as domineering as the knife he cut out.
Hu Bugui's face spasmed, but he was silent for a long time, and finally said, "Not bad" People with knives.
This in itself is a dignity.
A swordsman can be sorry for anyone in his life, but he will not be sorry for his knife and will not insult the person who uses the knife.
A man is a knife, a knife is a man, and to insult a knife is to insult oneself, even more so than to insult oneself You scold the eighth ancestor of a swordsman, or that swordsman may be indifferent.
But as long as the honor and disgrace of the knife is involved, it is a battle between the swordsman The dignity of the knife is inviolable So although Hu Bugui didn't want to admit it, he still admitted it.
What's more, since the other party is already so determined, he must have mastered a lot.
Admitting it or not may not be more meaningful.
Dong Wuxian nodded: "I finally dare to be bold, and I can be regarded as a person with a knife, not bad."
Draw your sword, I'll give you a decent death, let you die under my knife" Just as the best destination for a soldier is to return the body of a horse; The best destination for a swordsman is also to die under the knife Hu Bugui's face emitted a clear brilliance, and he smiled: "Hu does not return, the knife does not return" Suddenly, the sword suddenly exploded into a cold light in the sky, attacking Dong Wuxian fit.
Hu Bugui knew from the first knife he had just fought that he was definitely not the opponent of the young man in front of him, but Hu Bugui still chose to attack with all his might.
His eyes were very brilliant at this moment, hoping that he could show the edge of the knife in his hand in this final battle, and finally die under another peerless divine knife Dong Wuxian's ink knife has turned into lightning.
However, the thunderbolt-like movements suddenly stopped.
Hu Bugui showed a bleak smile on his face, and said softly: "Thank you, you didn't ask me anything." ” "Because you won't say."
Dong Wuxian said lightly.
Hu Bugui coughed and laughed: "Good knife" With a hint of regret in his eyes, he slowly closed.
Since childhood, he has been reduced to a tool, and until now, the biggest regret is that he doesn't know who his parents are, he doesn't know where his home is, and he doesn't know who the person who trained him to be a tool is.
But in this life, I live in confusion and die in confusion.
His body was still upright, the knife in his hand was still tightly held in his hand, and the sharp blade was only half an inch away from Dong Wuxian's waist.
But others are dead.
Half an inch away is an insurmountable moat.
Dong Wuxian slowly pulled the ink knife out of his chest, his face expressionless.
In a flash, he came out of the window.
Hu Bugui's body slowly fell to the ground, and blood slowly gushed out, staining the ground red.
Outside the inn, footsteps sounded.
A team of soldiers and horses rushed in, and in the frightened eyes of the shopkeeper, the team leader patted the shopkeeper's shoulder: "Congratulations, isn't this room vacant, you can receive other guests, earn double money, good things." ” smiled, put away the corpse of Hu Bu Return, and strode away.
The shopkeeper's face was pale and crumbling.
Double money, make double money, you should be scared to death if you don't make it a few times Wu Yun has always been cautious, after staying in the inn, the quilt was pulled away, and a pillow was placed in it, creating a simple but very disguised illusion, and then he flashed to the top of the wardrobe and was silent.
This is a habit left over from so many years of walking the rivers and lakes.
When he reached the realm of cultivation like him, he no longer had to worry about being attacked by the enemy; But this habit can't be broken.
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It's been two shifts.
Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door.
Wu Yun's eyes slowly opened, and the long sword that never left his body was already silently in his hand, but he felt that his palms were full of sweat.
I didn't even notice when the people outside the door came.
It wasn't until there was a knock on the door that he realized that the other party clearly knew that he was in the room.
What this means, goes without saying It's just that from this point of view, I have already lost.
The knock on the door is a prelude to death, and the person who knocks on the door is the Grim Reaper "Who" Wu Yun asked in a low voice.
At this time, it is pointless not to be silent and pretend not to be there.
"It's me."
A cold voice outside the door.
There were only two words in total, but he already felt the coldness of the opponent's blade.
It didn't seem to be a man or a god of death outside the door, but an unsheathed, murderous sword However, what is the difference between a sword like this and death?
The door slowly opened, and the world inside and outside the door was impressive.
One is outside the door, one is inside the door.
The outsider was a young man in black, with eyes like a sword, a body like a sword, a god like a sword, and a sword in his hand.
"Wu Yun" The sharp eyes of the man instantly locked on Wu Yun.
Wu Yun smiled: "Yes, the old man has had bad luck in his life, so he named himself Wu Yun, and he laughed at his self-deprecation." ” The man in black sneered: "If you are still Wu Yun, then what kind of luck is the hundreds of thousands of innocents who once died at your hands?"
Wu Yun said lightly: "Regardless of innocence or deserved, if they can die under my sword, their souls will go to Jiuquan, and they will no longer sink into the turbid world, naturally they will be lucky." ” The young man in black nodded slowly: "I see, it's your turn to have luck today." ” Wu Yun understood the unspoken rhyme in the other party's words very well, so he asked, "Why?"
"Why" the young man in black asked softly: "Then why did you come?"
Wu Yun stared: "The old man is here to congratulate Moyun Tiantian Emperor on his accession to the throne, you are here to make trouble with the intention of disturbing this Tiantian Emperor and other throne ceremony" The black-clothed young man's face was cold, and he said, "Who asked you to come here This time, how many people are there in total?"
He actually followed Wu Yun's words.
Wu Yun said casually: "The old man has always been alone, and this time he also came alone, why, no."
"It's really not possible" The man in black shook his head lightly: "If you really came to congratulate sincerely, then come with me."
All the congratulations to the masters, all gathered together, accept unified management. ” If I accept unified management, then how can I act?
Wu Yun shook his head without thinking: "No" Before the words fell, a little cold light appeared, and the sword of the person in front of him had already struck, and the target was Wu Yun's throat.
Wu Yun was ready to tilt his head sharply, turn sideways, and retreat.
However, the sword light was like lightning, and once again it struck like thunder.
This time, the landing point is still the throat.
Wu Yun's sword was already in his hand, and he could stab and counterattack at any time; But in the face of such a terrifying sword, he didn't even have time to defend the sword.
Even, for the sword issued by this person, he actually had a kind feeling: in that sword intent, there was endless loneliness.
Late, sorry, drank too much: