Although he had just unlocked his acupuncture points and was seriously injured, he could still use the flying knife, and the flying knife was always between his fingers.
It was a murderous knife, a flying knife that never missed a beat.
Almost everyone in the world knows that flying knife... It was a blacksmith from Daye, and it took three hours to make it. Its shape and structure are very clear to many people...
Flying knives are never easy to strike, but once they are struck, no one can escape.
Everyone in the world believed in this sword, but Li Xunhuan believed in his own sword more than anyone else. However, when faced with the will, the flying sword seemed to have lost all its magic, precisely because Li Xunhuan lost the confidence in his heart.
No one can stop him, no one in the world can stop him, not even Li Xunhuan!
The people left. In the wind and snow, Xinmei and his four disciples were reciting scriptures, and A Fei said slowly: "I provoked him to come, and I killed them."
Li Xunhuan shook his head and sighed: "Even if he doesn't come, they will come and find him. It's none of your business!"
Ah Fei looked at the bloody ground and asked, "Why did he do this?"
Li Xunhuan sighed: "Because he is a charlatan."
Ah Fei said in a deep voice: "But he killed many people."
Li Xunhuan murmured: "I also killed many people..."
Ah Fei said: "But I believe that the people you kill are the ones who deserve to be killed."
Li Xunhuan smiled bitterly and said: "When you are in the world, you can't help yourself. I have also killed some people who shouldn't have been killed."
On the other side, Long Xiaoyun gradually came back to his senses, his face slowly recovered from the panic, and turned to a look of ecstasy.
I heard him suddenly laughing up to the sky, laughing and crying at the same time. In his laughter, he was so happy, so proud, and so hearty.
After escaping from death, anyone would laugh loudly and vent their anger, but when he smiled, his laughter suddenly stopped, as if his throat was stuck with a hard object, and he lost his voice.
The laughter stopped. Li Xunhuan and A Fei both saw something strange about him. They both saw him reaching for his chest.
He had torn a hole in the brocade clothes, exposing his chest, and then he grabbed his hands towards the chest. As if this was not enough, he fell into the snow again, rolling around on the snow.
His hands not only grabbed his chest, but also his face, as if he was trying to tear off his face and dig out his heart and lungs. In just a moment, his hands were covered with blood, his face and chest were also covered in blood, and the hum from his throat became increasingly louder and louder.
Li Xunhuan's expression changed drastically and he said, "A Fei, help me over quickly."
Ah Fei shouted angrily: "Why do you care about such a wolf-hearted person?"
He said that was the case, but he still helped Li Xunhuan walk over.
He struck out like lightning and immediately clicked on the acupuncture points on Long Xiaoyun's body, making him unable to move.
Long Xiaoyun fell to the ground and hissed: "Help...help me."
Li Xunhuan lost his voice and said, "How could this happen?"
Long Xiaoyun had blue veins popping out, and with a hoarse voice, he said with great effort: "It's so... so itchy, so... it hurts." Although he couldn't move, he was sweating profusely and trembling all over, as if he was enduring the pain. Like a great pain.
Before Li Xunhuan could check his pulse, Long Xiaoyun on the side also sounded like a wolf howling or a dog barking. In an instant, he also fell to the ground and rolled over. He scratched his face with his hands, tore the clothes on his chest, and then violently tore at his chest.
Li Xunhuan still didn't know what happened when he touched his acupuncture points again.
Ah Fei said in shock: "That finger, his last finger."
Li Xunhuan also exclaimed in shock: "It's him, he wants them to live like this?!"
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Lying randomly in the carriage, to be precise, he was lying on a pair of straight and slender, plump but not fleshy, delicate but not boneless thighs.
He looked at the face above him that wanted to be tense but couldn't calm down. He seemed very amused and suddenly couldn't help laughing.
Yao Yue shouted: "Why are you laughing?"
Ranran said with a smile: "I wasn't laughing at anything, I just suddenly felt funny, and then I laughed."
Yao Yue said angrily: "Don't laugh."
"Then stop laughing."
As he spoke, he moved his head, as if he wanted to find a more comfortable position, and continued to lie there.
Yao Yue's face almost started to bleed, she lowered her head and glared at him, and said sternly: "If you want to lie down, just lie down and don't move around."
"Okay, don't move!"
There was a faint blush on the ice muscle and jade bones, and the snow-white face seemed to emit a soft light. She was so delicate and beautiful that it felt like being in a fairyland when seeing her.
Ranran said suddenly as if sighing: "You have changed a lot."
Yao Yue frowned slightly and said displeasedly, "When did I change?"
Smelling the fragrance of her body, he took a long breath and said, "At least in the past, you would never allow me to lie on you."
Yaoyue didn't look at him and said calmly: "Why do you talk so much?"
Ranran said with a smile: "If I keep silent, you will definitely not be able to help but talk to me yourself."
Yao Yue ignored him.
Randomly said leisurely: "One movement is a grace, and a thousand movements are a thousand graces. It is so beautiful and ecstatic, and the character is excellent. It is especially clear when it encounters snow, and even more beautiful when it is exposed to frost. Between the frown and smile, there is a lot of romance and charm."
Yao Yue's body trembled, her lips slightly opened, revealing a mouth of shining white teeth, and said: "Shut up!" The voice was soft and graceful, like a spell that seduces the soul.
This time Xuanyizhen closed his mouth. Not only did he stop talking, he also closed his eyes.
The carriage rustled on the snow. They left the city, but instead of going home to the east, they headed south.
Yaoyue didn't ask him why he wanted to go to Songshan. Since he wanted to go, she would accompany him.
He could only hear Ran Ran's heavy breathing, as if he had fallen asleep, as if he was still sleeping peacefully. Yao Yue looked down at that face, and a touch of beauty slowly overflowed from the corner of her mouth.
He was not handsome, but when he was awake, his face was not only full of compelling charm, but also full of a free and easy, cynical and arrogant air.
Now that he was asleep, his face became serene and calm, and even the faint smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared.
A soft and smooth palm caressed his face inadvertently.
She used to look at this face, which was so hateful and disgusting, but now she couldn't hate it at all, but there was still some disgust in it.
Yao Yue looked down at this face, and when she was thinking about something, the carriage suddenly stopped, waking her up.
In the thick snow road, there is a person standing.
This man was wearing a green cloth robe, with big sleeves fluttering, and he was holding the reins with his right hand. The horse was leaping and neighing, but his hands were as if they were made of rock and iron, and they could not move!
He was already scary-looking, but he also happened to be wearing a weird tall hat on his head. When he suddenly looked at him, he didn't look like a human being, and he didn't look like a ghost.
The coachman shouted in shock: "Madam, someone is blocking the way!"
An astonishing murderous intent flashed in Yao Yue's eyes, and an astonishing chill ran through her body.
"court death!"
