Part 8 Chapter 553 Split up and Kill!

However, after several times of spiritual search, he didn't realize it. Is it an illusion? But how could it be an illusion, how could this intuition accumulated over countless years of wandering in the rivers and lakes be wrong, since it is not an illusion, and I have searched to no avail, it means that the power against myself is far higher than myself, far beyond myself As soon as the thought came out, the feeling in my heart was even worse.

However, how many years have passed through the bloody storm, and which time does it feel good?

There is no big deal except death, even if death is not a big deal, for me, it may be an early relief!

Hu Bugui snorted in his heart, his face was always full of old age, his eyes were watching his nose and nose, he was watching his heart, he closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, and he didn't care about foreign affairs.

At this moment, there was a whistling wind approaching from afar.

Hu Bugui opened his eyes suddenly, and two dazzling rays of light shot out from his eyes for a full three feet!

That voice was extremely domineering, and it was directed at him!

He still didn't move rashly, just staring at the door.

The next moment, the door of the room was instantly shattered without warning, and amidst the flying debris in the room, a pitch-black knife rushed towards the face with the momentum of cutting the world.

This knife is fierce and domineering, and it will never return, cutting the sky and breaking the earth. This is no longer a temptation, but a lore!

There was a flash of light in Hu Bugui's eyes, and he didn't know when the knife was already in his hand.

One strike forward.

With a crisp sound of "ding", Hu Bugui's knife hit the pitch-black knife with extraordinary precision, and the opponent's knife paused slightly, but this slight moment was enough——

call!

Hu Bugui's body, which was originally sitting cross-legged, suddenly fell backwards. Then he floated up and stood firmly on the couch.

In front of him was a burly young man in black. Standing horizontally with the saber, the saber was not cut off just now, so he retracted the saber without forcing the attack.

"Who is your Excellency?" Hu Bugui's face remained steady, he only coughed lightly, but swallowed the blood that had reached his throat in one gulp.

Don't look at Hu Bugui's calm face, but he is actually terrified in his heart!

There are countless enemies in life. But like today, it was the first time that he was severely injured by someone with the first knife!

The sword of the incoming man is extremely fierce and domineering,

It has reached the level of tyranny that Hu Bugui has never seen in his life!

The man stepped through the door. It gave Hu Bugui the feeling, but it was like a whole mountain range, moved a bit, and rushed towards him. But one step away. But there are mountains pressing down on the top, and the power of breaking the sky is astonishing.

"I'm Dong Wushang!" The young man in black looked at Hu Bugui fiercely with his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "You are Hu Bugui?"

Hu Bugui narrowed his eyes: "Dong Wushang? I have an enmity with Your Excellency?"

"No!" Dong Wushang shook his head.

"Grievance?"

"None!"

"Then why, Your Excellency?" Hu Bugui was furious, there was nothing to do with each other, and you just stabbed the old man for no reason, what is this?

Dong Wushang looked at him calmly, and said calmly, "Because you are here to make trouble!"

Hu Bugui suddenly raised his head: "No!"

"You are!" Dong Wushang said affirmatively. He didn't even want to say another word, so he directly condemned Hu Bugui.

Hu Bugui shook his head: "I don't..."

Before he could finish his sentence. Dong Wushang had already cut him off: "You are a troublemaker! What? They are all people with knives, and you have reached this point. Don't you dare to admit it? Do you dare to do it or not?"

Dong Wushang's words are as domineering as the knife he cut out.

Hu Bugui's face convulsed, he was silent for a while, and finally said: "Not bad!"

The man with the knife.

This in itself is a kind of dignity.

A swordsman, he can be sorry to anyone in his life, but he will never be sorry to his own knife! The words "those who use knives" will not be insulted.

People are swords, swords are people, insulting the sword is equivalent to insulting oneself, even worse than insulting oneself!

If you scold the eight generations of ancestors of a swordsman, or that swordsman may be indifferent. But as long as the honor and disgrace of the sword are involved, it is a battle between swordsmen!

The dignity of the knife cannot be violated!

So even though Hu Bugui didn't want to admit it, he still admitted it.

What's more, since the other party is so determined, he must have mastered a lot.

Whether you admit it or not doesn't necessarily mean more.

Dong Wushang nodded: "Finally, you are brave enough to act, and you can be regarded as a knife-wielding man, not bad. Draw the knife, I will give you a decent way to die, and let you die by my knife!"

Just as the best destination for a soldier is to return a corpse shrouded in horse leather; the best destination for a swordsman is also to die by the sword!

Hu Bugui's face glowed brightly, he laughed and said, "Hu Bugui, the sword doesn't return!"

Suddenly the saber light exploded into cold light all over the sky, attacking Dong Wushang.

Hu Bugui already knew from the first strike just now that he was determined not to be the opponent of the young man in front of him, but Hu Bugui still chose to attack with all his strength. His eyes were very bright at this moment, and he hoped that he could show the sharpness of the knife in his hand in this final battle, and finally die under another peerless magic knife. Such a way of death is considered a happy one!

Dong Wushang's ink knife has turned into lightning.

However, the thunderbolt-like movement suddenly stopped.

A bleak smile appeared on Hu Bugui's face, and he said softly, "Thank you, you didn't ask me anything."

"Because you don't know how to speak." Dong Wushang said lightly.

Hu Bugui coughed and laughed, "Good knife!"

With regret in his eyes, he slowly closed them. I have been reduced to a tool since I was a child, and until now, my biggest regret is... I don’t know who my parents are, where my home is, and I don’t know who the person who trained me to be a tool... is.

But in this life... I live in confusion, and I die in confusion.

His body was still upright, the knife was still tightly held in his hand, the sharp blade was only half an inch away from Dong Wushang's waist. But others are dead.

The distance of half an inch is actually an insurmountable moat.

Dong Wushang slowly withdrew the ink knife from his chest, his face expressionless.

Body flashed. out the window.

Only then did Hu Bugui's body slowly fall to the ground, and blood gushed out slowly, staining the ground red.

Outside the inn. Footsteps sounded. A group of soldiers rushed in, and under the terrified eyes of the shopkeeper, the team leader patted the shopkeeper on the shoulder: "Congratulations, isn't this room vacant? You can receive other guests and earn double rewards." Money, good things, good things."

smiled. He put away Hu Bugui's body and strode away.

The shopkeeper's face was pale and crumbling. Double the money... make double the money this way. If you don't earn a few times, you should be scared to death...

...

Wu Yun has always been cautious. After staying in the inn, he pulled the quilt away and put a pillow inside. Create an illusion that is simple but highly disguised. Then he jumped onto the top of the closet in a flash, without making a sound.

This is a habit left over from so many years of walking in the rivers and lakes.

At his level of cultivation, although he no longer has to worry about being attacked by the enemy; but this habit cannot be changed no matter what.

It's time for two more.

The door suddenly rang three times softly, and someone knocked on the door.

Wu Yun's eyes slowly opened, and the long sword that never left his body was silently in his hand, but he felt that his palm was full of sweat.

I actually didn't realize when the person outside the door came.

I didn't know until there was a knock on the door! The other party clearly knew that he was in the room.

What this means is self-evident!

Just from this point of view. I have already lost.

That knock on the door was the prelude to death. The person knocking on the door is the god of death? !

"Who?" Wu Yun asked in a low voice. At this time, it is meaningless to pretend not to be there without making a sound.

"It's me." A cold voice came from outside the door.

There are only two words in total, but I can already feel the coldness of the opponent's sword.

It seems that there is not a person outside the door, nor is it a god of death, but a sword that has been unsheathed and murderous!

However, what is the difference between such a sword and a god of death? !

The door of the room opened slowly, and the world inside and outside the door was astonishingly connected.

One outside the door, one inside the door.

The person outside the door was a young man in black, with eyes like swords, body like swords, spirit like swords, and swords in his hands.

"Wu Yun?" The man's sharp eyes locked on Wu Yun instantly.

Wu Yun chuckled: "That's right, the old man had bad luck in his life, so he named himself Wu Yun, and the name of self-deprecation is ridiculous."

The man in black sneered: "If you are considered Wu luck, then what kind of luck is the hundreds of thousands of innocent people who died at your hands...?"

Wu Yun said indifferently: "Whether they are innocent or have deserved their crimes, if they can die under my sword, their souls will go to the nine springs, and they will no longer sink into the troubled times, naturally they are lucky."

The young man in black nodded slowly: "I see, then it's your turn to be lucky 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 back, "Then why did you come?"

Wu Yun focused his gaze: "This time, the old man is here to congratulate Mo Yun Tiandi Emperor on his enthronement. Are you here to make trouble? To disturb this Tiantian Emperor's ranking ceremony?"

The young man in black looked cold and said, "Who told you to come? How many people have you come to congratulate this time?"

He actually followed Wu Yun's words and continued.

Wu Yun said calmly: "The old man has always been alone, and this time he came alone. Why, can't it?"

"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 congratulatory masters will gather together and accept unified management."

Accept unified management? Then how can I act?

Wu Yun shook his head without thinking: "No way!"

Before the words fell, a cold light suddenly appeared, and the sword of the person in front of him had already made a move, and the target was Wu Yun's throat.

Wu Yun had been prepared to jerk his head up, turn sideways, and step back.

However, the sword's light was like lightning, and once again it struck like a thunderbolt.

This time, the landing point is still the throat.

Wu Yun's sword was already in his hand, and he could strike back at any time; but facing such a terrifying sword, he didn't even have time to resist it.

He even had a kind feeling towards the sword issued by this man: the sword intent was accompanied by endless loneliness.

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"It's late, I'm sorry, I drank too much..." (to be continued...)