beg for chivalry

There seemed to be a bruise on the sky, black and green smoke intertwined with blood-red flames, it was shocking to watch.

Yan Jiubian held Tianyu's iron knife tightly and stepped out of the burnt ruins. Although he dragged a lame leg and limped, he walked steadily and calmly.He knew he was going to die, but his mood was both depressed and high.

When the Houtianlou Assassins guarding the exit saw his figure, they charged straight at him like a hungry tiger smelling the smell of meat.They danced clusters of sword flowers in the hot wind, and the cold light was overwhelming.Yan Jiubian gritted his teeth tightly, stretched the silkworm thread between his fingers, the silver string shot out like electricity, covering the body of Houtianlou assassin in an instant.

He raised his hand and raised the knife, and the scene of him and Jin Wu gesturing among the bamboo reeds instantly appeared in his mind.Bow step, arm extension, posture, Luo Sha's saber and sword skills are all engraved in his heart.He has lived for many years after Jin Wu's figure, and he has learned everything very well.At this time, when Dou drew out the saber, although he did not have the strength of the real deity, he imitated seven or eight percent of it.

"...It's the young master who came out! Be careful!"

The Houtianlou assassins shouted loudly, and for a moment, everyone's eyes in the sea of ​​flames fell on the figure emerging from the burnt ashes.Countless panicked and horrified eyes cast him on him, admiring him like stars holding the moon.Yan Jiubian was dazed for a moment, if he was in the past, he should be overjoyed by this kind of reverence, but now he just feels lost.

What is the use of such awe?He is a clothes-snatching ghost, Shui Jiu, and Yan Jiubian. Once this raksha-like skin is torn off, he will be just an evil ghost who is scolded by others.

Yan Jiubian pulled the silkworm thread violently, and as the silver light flickered, he summoned all the strength in his body, put the pain behind him, and shot forward like an arrow off the string.The assassins howled, blades brushing his cheeks.Yan Jiubian shuttled through the scales of sword light, and a beautiful woman was waiting for him in the sea of ​​flames.

He saw that the left was wrong.After so many years, this woman seems to have never changed.It's just that today she is not wearing the hard mountain armor, and she is wearing a snow suit, which is slightly swaying like a cloud from the world.

The clothes ghost seemed to see himself many years ago, standing under the heavy eaves of the deep door with a white cloth wrapped around his face.His face, which was sewn with silkworm thread, felt a dull pain. He reluctantly raised his face, looking at the boundless rain, the crystal water drops from the edge of the eaves fell on the face of the woman in front of him.The woman held his face as if it were a treasure, and the raindrops flowed across her fair and delicate face, like a trail of tears.

"Are you... my new master?" He asked anxiously, "Where are you taking me?"

Zuo Buzheng stretched out his arms to hug him, the embrace was warm and strong.She said softly and slowly: "No, you are Yiqing. Senior sister is here to pick you up."

"We'll go back to Houtianlou...that's what you built...our home."

In the winding streets and alleys, a woman in black held up an orchid and bamboo bone umbrella, and held up a child with a white cloth wrapped around her face.The woman took light steps, and the child hurriedly followed her.The two passed through the rain and fog and disappeared into a vast expanse of blue ash.

In a daze, Yan Jiubian saw the gray walls and red gateposts of Tongle Temple again. In the dungeon with dim candlelight, the assassin of the Water Department tremblingly asked him:

"Shui Jiu...Aren't you afraid of Zuo Zhuzhu?"

At that time, the several shakas issued by Yaksha all ended in disastrous failure. Even in the matter of the bed curtain, the beautiful and snake-like woman showed a cruel nature. There are not a few people.Every day, new carcasses are thrown into the deep valley to serve as meat for the white birds of prey.

After being tortured, the assassins of the Ministry of Water sat in the dungeon, surrounded by a strong smell of blood.

He was applying knife-point medicine to the wound on his body, and the cool ointment fell on the bright red wound, causing a strange pain, which spread to the bottom of his heart like a crack.Without raising his head, he said,

"Scared."

"Then why are you still flattering Zuozhuzhu, saying 'like her' all day long?"

The Assassins of the Water Department asked aggressively, and suddenly saw the pale young man raised his head.The silence lasted only for a moment, and a crystal tear dropped from the corner of his eye, splashing a small flower in the dust.

"Then what do you want me to do?" He asked back, his tone was calm, but it seemed that a thorny thorn had grown. "If I don't lie to myself, I can't live anymore..."

He seems to have been on the road of deceiving others all his life.

This face, this name, his posture, movements, and tone were all stolen from others, and he seemed to have nothing of his own.

In the raging sea of ​​flames, the clothes of the Ghost in Clothes fluttered, like a swift swallow flying towards Yasha.He was forcing his injured body to move, and his clothes were soaked in blood in a blink of an eye.Behind him, the Houtianlou assassins were chasing after him like moths, pointing directly at his vest.

Yan Jiubian held Tianyu's iron knife tightly, and he had been imagining Zuo Buzheng's expression at this time since just now.Now he is Zuo Buzheng's most doting Jin Wu, will she be as gentle and amiable as when we first met, or will she put on a terrifying expression?

It's a pity that all these assumptions came to nothing, he stepped in front of Yasha and met her face to face.But seeing that she still has a crooked head and crescent eyebrows, her beauty is still the same, and her shocking beauty has not diminished.But her face was blank, and when her beautiful eyes met him, there was a bit of joy, but then stopped abruptly.

"Easy!"

Zuo Buzheng's eyes lit up, but quickly dimmed: "...you are not Jin Wu."

The Clothed Ghost's heart trembled.Then I heard her ask again:

"who are you?"

These words were like a thunderbolt, blowing away the last trace of fantasy left in his heart.Yan Jiubian couldn't help laughing, his heart was filled with desolation in an instant.It turned out that Zuo Buzheng couldn't recognize every Houtianlou assassin except Jin Wu. In her eyes, they were just a group of identical skins for her to play with.

Zuo Buzheng blinked lightly, and suddenly realized, "Ah, are you Shui Jiu? The Shui Jiu who wanted to betray me before, but was beaten into the ground by my palm?"

The Cloaked Ghost shook his head, and swallowed the blood from his mouth.Like every knight-errant who bears the name of his master and family on the martial arts field, he gritted his teeth and announced his name:

"No, I am the Yan family of Qi Province, Yan Jiubian!"

The chance to kill Yasha is only at this moment.Yan Jiubian knew very well that if he hid in the burnt ruins, he would only be burned to death.He has disobeyed the left and wrong, even if he can survive today in front of Houtianlou by chance, it will be difficult for him to linger on.Houtianlou's minions will dig three feet into the ground, pull him out of the dust and mud, and then torture him with all kinds of torture.

He had no choice but to give it a go.

The celestial silkworm thread drew back suddenly, binding the swords and swords in the hands of the assassins, like gathering the stars in the sky.Although Yan Jiubian belonged to the Shui Department who was not good at killing, he often practiced swordsmanship and swordsmanship hard. In addition, he had received Jin Wu's instruction, and he was better than ordinary assassins.As soon as he moved the silver string, hundreds of sharp knives pierced through the air in an instant, hitting the left side directly.

The blade swished past, setting off a mighty gale.But Zuo Buzheng just stretched out his hand to grab it, and clamped a sword edge between his fingertips.She twisted the edge of the sword again, and knocked down the surrounding swords one by one.

Yan Jiubian's eyelids twitched, Fang wanted to dodge and retreat, but suddenly saw her stretch out her hand and flick the string, and her fingertips seemed to generate infinite strength, pulling hundreds of strings in her hand.Yasha twisted his fingers, and the hundred-handed sword seemed to bow down to her, turned his head and hit her back!

In an instant, the cold light burst out of the body.

A bloody net was woven in the air.The man who was exactly like Jin Wu was bound by thin strings, hanging in the air, and his body was pierced by densely packed sword blades.Like a nymph falling into a spider's web, it is miserable and reveals a trace of cruel beauty.

Blood spilled from the Cloaked Ghost's mouth, but even so, he was still smiling on his pale face.

Zuo Buzheng frowned, as if looking at a dirty ant, and said: "Obviously they are about to die, what are you laughing at?"

A slender line of blood poured out of Yan Jiubian's mouth, and it fell to the ground.He smiled weakly:

"I'm laughing - because my handler came to my rescue."

After finishing speaking, a cold light suddenly flashed in the oblique stab!

Zuo Buzheng turned around abruptly, only to see a black shadow passing by in front of his eyes.Raksha, who was soaked in blood, turned over from the burnt ashes. He had a broken ghost face and one eye was bleeding, but at this moment, he was full of murderous looks and radiant.Yan Jiubian, who was hanging in the air by the silver thread, let go, and the Langtou Tianyu iron knife suddenly fell, but it fell right into the palm of Luo Sha.

Previously, they only focused on dealing with Yan Jiubian, but no one noticed that Luo Sha had hidden behind Yasha, waiting for an opportunity to move, showing his terrifying fangs.

Rarely shocked by the shock, Yasha took a step back.She caught a glimpse of a bitter bean in Luo Sha's mouth, with bloodshot bright red on it.

"Blood is bitter...Jin Wu, you have eaten the poisonous beans that the king of Hades ordered for his life again!" Yasha's eyes trembled, and then his voice became stern, and his anger surged.

Although this bitter blood can make seriously injured people extremely excited and even get up and run, but even with the detoxification prescription left by Zuo Sanniang, using it once will still hurt the body very much and greatly shorten the life span.

Jinwu suddenly crushed the bitter fruit between the teeth, and swallowed the crumbs and the thick smell between the teeth.He slashed out a "Frost Blade", and this short knife was like a nail wedge, piercing Yasha's breastplate in an instant.This knife used [-]% of its strength, Jinwu's wrist fractured, and with a muffled grunt, the tip of the knife pierced through the mirror and pierced Yasha's skin.

This was the first time Yasha was wounded in front of everyone, although the saber only made a shallow cut, it still broke her defense, and everyone in the Wumen League was cheered up, clapping their hands and shouting.But Jin Wu didn't dare to fight her again, he held the knife in his other hand, and retreated hastily when she was furious and slapped her with his palm.

The palm wind raised a large cloud of dust, and after a loud noise, it covered the sky and the sun, covering everyone's sight.The silver thread then relaxed, and the clanging sound of swords falling to the ground could be heard from all around.Jinwu took the opportunity to retreat, and caught Yan Jiubian who fell from the sky.

Yan Jiubian's whole body was blood red, and the silver thread used by Zuo Buzheng almost cut him in the middle. At this moment, his waist and abdomen were covered with blood, and it was obvious that he was not going to live long.

Jin Wu looked down at him.

"Shui Jiu...do you have anything else to say?"

The clothes-trapping ghost's lips moved a few times, but only made a few inaudible breath sounds.

"Thank...thank you." After a long time, he said with difficulty, "I...very...happy."

"Why do you say that?" Jin Wu asked in a low voice.

"Because... this time." Yan Jiubian closed his eyes, blood flowed across his pale face, and the bloody snake crawled into the ground. "Didn't hear... happy bell..."

"You just... came."