[Comprehensive martial arts] The correct domestication method of the first killer

The silver needles were as thin as a cow's hair, but they couldn't hide from Su Muzhe's eyes. With a flick of the scimitar in his hand, the knife came out of its sheath. The bright silver light was like the Milky Way, flooding the cold light in an instant, but the person lying on the ground couldn't move. Every time he trembled, dozens of silver needles burst out from his mouth, covering him like rain. Su Muzhe's two scimitars were out of their sheaths, and the tinkling and tinkling sounds of golden swords could be heard endlessly.

Everything happened too fast, and it took only a few breaths until the silver needles were shot. Su Mushi stared at the silent corpse on the ground, clenched his two knives tightly, and his whole body was tense, firmly protecting Huamanlou behind him. Proving that his caution was not wrong, the corpse began to swell rapidly after stopping for a moment, like a blown sheepskin bag, the skin swelled almost transparent, and the dark blood vessels beneath it were clearly visible.

"Back!" When the corpse started to swell, Su Muzhe tiptoed to protect Huamanlou and quickly retreated, but although they retreated quickly, the corpse swelled even faster, and there was only a muffled bang, and the corpse exploded all over the sky. Blood rain, black, blood rain solidified together like a solid.

The poisoned corpses are naturally full of poison in the blood, and countless silver needles are mixed with flesh and blood, and no one with a brain will touch this thing casually, but the blood rain is too large, and Su Muzhe cloak is lifted Covering Huamanlou's head, he shouted: "Run forward!" At the same time, he tapped the ground several times vigorously with his feet, and fell out of the blood rain in the blink of an eye.

His cloak is so wide that it is covered with flowers and hardly reveals any skin. Under full acceleration, only the corners of the robe are stained with a little blood, which corrodes the pure white cloth into large black spots in an instant, but it allows Su Mu to cover his body. The material of the cloak he wore was extraordinary, the black stains corroded the top layer and exposed the lower layer shining with silver light. Instead of being damaged by the black stains, they slowly swallowed up the black stains, leaving only Flakes of bright silver.

But before Huamanlou could stand still, after another muffled sound, he saw a black bone-piercing nail attacking him in the rain of blood. It was so fast that Su Muzhe tried his best to stop him, but he could only watch it helplessly. Passing across the tip of the knife, I only tried to interfere with its castration a little bit. In an instant, it seemed that even the blood flowing in the veins became cold, and my mind went blank.

Hua Manlou turned sideways slightly, and said with a low smile, "I'm not as fragile as you think." He smiled with eyebrows crooked, and raised his hand to shake the black bone-penetrating nail between his fingers towards Su Mu.

Su Muzhe stared at the bone-penetrating nail for a few seconds, then rushed up to wave the bone-penetrating nail away, and hugged Hua Manlou firmly into his arms. After only a few breaths, he felt his legs tremble. Soft, cold sweat all over the back.

"Asu, I'm fine." Hua Manlou smiled and patted Su Muzhe's back, hugged him comfortingly for a while, then pushed him and said, "Go and see now, it should be all right. "As he spoke, he fastened the cloak on Su Mushi again, raised his hand to put the hood on him, and said again, "Be careful."

Su Muzhe nodded, turning the scimitar lightly in his hand, and the expression on his face suddenly became gloomy and indifferent. If someone familiar with him was here, he would definitely turn around and leave without hesitation, even if it was Yu Luocha, no, if it was With Yu Luocha's words, he probably walked faster than anyone else, and he didn't have that much time to spare when facing Su Muzhe, who was furious and extremely difficult.

The body on the ground was only broken into pieces. Su Muzhe turned over and carefully inspected the silver needles on the ground. The craftsmanship of the silver needles was obviously made in the central Sichuan area. The needles were hardened with poison. It is smooth, but it is actually full of small barbs. It is extremely difficult to get stuck into the body. In such an emergency, it is necessary to goug out a piece of flesh. The poison in the blood is different from the poison on the silver needle. Su Muzhe squatted down and used it. Picking up the tip of the knife and sniffing lightly on the nose, besides the poison on the silver needle, there is another kind of poison, which is vicious and vicious that is about to kill people.

But the silver needle and the bone-penetrating nail were obviously made by different people. The craftsmanship of the bone-penetrating nail is quite poor, more like it was hand-grinded by amateurs. There is no poisoning and no mechanism. The mechanism is hidden on the dead person in the car. , calculate the time to launch on time, rather than wanting to put people to death, it is more like a joke to add some harmless troubles to Su Muzhe.

"What do you think?" Hua Manlou asked.

"Three groups of people." Su Mu stood up and walked to him, and said, "The first group killed the groom and the people in the carriage. The groom was poisoned to death, so he had the first poison in his blood. The first group killed the groom and the people in the carriage. The people who brought the car over probably wanted to show Lu Xiaofeng to see it, but they were intercepted by the second group of people, who installed a bone-penetrating nail mechanism in the car, and finally the third group of people, who used the bone-penetrating nail, A new mechanism was set up on the coachman, so there are two kinds of poisons on the coachman."

Hua Manlou said clearly: "The first group was for Lu Xiaofeng, but the second and third groups were all for me... No, they were for you."

"Hmm..." Su Muzhe tugged at Hua Manlou's sleeve guiltily, and said softly, "I probably know who the two groups of people are..." He paused, with a bit of murderous intent flashing across his face, " They won't be spared."

"Okay, Asu, let's clean up here first." Hua Manlou rubbed Su Muzhe's hair, with a gentle expression on his face. He was annoyed by this kind of unreasonable disaster, but his usual good self-cultivation prevented him from doing it. What a gaffe, so he just smiled, neither objecting nor supporting, but he made up his mind to follow Asu closely during this time, so as to avoid anything beyond his control.

Su Muzhe responded, black blood seeped into the ground, and burned the ground so that no grass could grow. The fragments of the carriage were scattered on the ground mixed with silver needles. There was nothing to deal with the mess. The corpse covered in the debris had a hideous face, eyes He was full of unwillingness, and there were seventeen or eighteen wounds all over his body, each of which was in a large hole, blood stained most of his body, and puddles of blood gathered on the ground, and the west noon sun shone on his body , the blood all over his body seemed to be glowing red, which made people shudder.

There is a silver hook pierced deeply on each of his shoulders, and a piece of jute cloth is pasted on his forehead, but it is strangely not stained with blood, like a dead man's evocation flag fluttering in the wind, with scarlet writing written on it "Blood for blood!" "This is the fate of meddling!"

The two silver hooks shone with a cold light. Su Muzhe pulled them out with a little force. There was not much blood on the silver hooks. Su Muzhe pressed the silver hooks on the jute cloth, and dragged them a little far away with the corpse. When he reached the place of black blood, he hesitated for a moment, reached out his hand and closed his eyes, took out a piece of cloth and covered the corpse's face.

At the same time, Hua Manlou was inspecting the two silver hooks. The silver hooks were curved and extremely sharp. "Asu, does this man have a purple face, a full beard, and a strong build?"

"No." Su Muzhe said, "This man looks quite delicate, with the appearance of a pure scholar."

"That's weird." Hua Manlou said, "There are very few people in the Jianghu who use such a strange weapon as the silver hook, and even fewer people can use it to make a name for it. After careful calculation, only the Hooking Hand can compete with Lu Xiaofeng. With some connections, he has been looking for Lu Xiaofeng all over the world since half a month ago. Besides, I really can't think of anyone else. It's pointless, isn't it?"

"I do know this corpse." Lu Xiaofeng suppressed his anger and said not far away, "Not only I know him, but you also know Qitong."

"Who?" Hua Manlou asked.

"The autumn wind and autumn rain are so sad." Lu Xiaofeng sighed softly, "He can be regarded as an excellent swordsman in this Jianghu."

"You mean...Xiao Qiuyu?" Hua Manlou thought for a while, then remembered who Lu Xiaofeng was talking about.

"That's right, it's him." Lu Xiaofeng knelt down and stroked the pair of silver hooks, then looked at the jute cloth again, and sighed, "Houhunshou died in Xiao Qiuyu's hand... Blood for blood..."

When he and Hua Manlou were examining the body, Su Muzhe had already stood up, looking at the young man following Lu Xiaofeng.

The young man was also looking at him, his eyes were burning with a faint murderous aura, he gently rubbed the hilt of his sword with his palm, and when he saw the scimitar behind Su Mushi's back, there was a touch of almost indiscernible disappointment in his eyes color.

Dressed in white clothes like snow, so clean that it doesn't stain the mortal world, the young man has never seen Su Muzhe, and Su Muzhe has never seen the young man, but he is very familiar with the young man——Yu Luocha's precious son Ximen Chuixue, when he But seeing how Yu Luocha shamelessly coerced and lured the best swordsman in the sect to teach Ximen Chuuxue how to learn swordsmanship, and how she used her kung fu to sneak away to Wanmei Villa to spy on her son year after year. He had to gossip about how Ah Xue had grown taller, and he didn't change his target until he was good enough to sneak out.

Ximen Chuuxue nodded to Su Muzhe and said, "Ximen Chuuxue, nice to meet you."

Su Muzhe maintained the indifferent expression on his face, and said: "Su Muzhe." It seems that although his temper is a bit lonely, he is not an uncommon person, so his future workload will not be much more, The shopkeeper who let go of his hands can continue to do it. After wandering around in his mind, his attitude towards Ximen Chuuxue has become much more gentle.

Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou were still studying the corpses on the ground, and the two who were only good at turning people into corpses were standing close to each other, and had nothing to talk about. After a while, Ximen Chuuxue said: "I When I was young, I often felt that there was someone around me, but there was no trace, and the breath was very similar to you."

They were very similar, but not the same. The person lurking beside him at that time did not have such a bloody smell like Su Muzhe, and his steps were light and treacherous, and he was more inclined to be a killer who was good at lurking secretly. There was no malice, but it seemed that he was personally protecting him, who was a fledgling swordsman at that time.

"Oh, they..." Su Muzhi tilted his head to look at Ximen Chuuxue, and said with a smile, "The observation skills and memory are good, but he is quite similar to your father." When he was picked up by Yu Luocha, he was seriously injured. He couldn't get out of the mission in a short period of time, so he stayed at the headquarters to train the hidden guard killers for him for several years, and probably many of them were sent to protect Ximen Chuuxue.

After all, it's just such a single seedling, it's one thing to throw people out to accept the wind and rain to sharpen and grow up, but it's another time to carefully send someone to watch over it, don't be careless. thing.

Especially when this single seedling loves swords and is keen to challenge all kinds of swordsmanship masters.

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