Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1782: White Face Three Knives
As expected, cause and effect will always come true.

It seems that I have just invited someone to go to jail with me not long ago.

Faced with the sudden change in the situation, Fu Qian sighed in his heart at that moment.

Of course, although the material of this prison looks solid, it still doesn't pose much of a problem for me to escape.

On the one hand, he was a professional jailbreaker, and on the other hand, the door was just closed and not locked at all.

The prisoner who suddenly got up simply tightened the gap through which he came in. There was no way this type of prison would have such advanced self-locking devices.

However, this does not mean that this behavior is meaningless. In addition to expressing a strong desire to retain the customer, the volume of closing the door is also spectacular.

So much so that when the sound was still lingering in his ears, Fu Qian had already heard the sound of footsteps suddenly accelerating.

Not only did he lock himself up in jail, he also called the jailer. Isn't this guy's attitude towards getting a reduced sentence a bit too aggressive?
Sure enough, there is something weird.

The prisoner who had successfully sounded the alarm still had no intention of retreating. He stood there staring at this side, as if he was ready to cooperate with the jailer at any time.

In an instant, they were attacked from all sides, the situation was extremely complicated, and the probability that the person in front of them was an informant of the Night Watchmen increased instead of decreased.

The pseudo-god had almost begun the final countdown, and there was not much time left for him to figure it out.

Fortunately, Fu Qian was not prepared to figure it out.

Faced with a prisoner who was obviously able to speak, he didn't ask a single question and just chopped him down with his knife.

……

You have to respect the role you play. When has the white-faced guy ever said anything more?
And I believe that no matter what you ask, you will only get a 99% counter-probing response. Is it worth sacrificing the authenticity of the role?
When I chose this look just now, the strategy to maximize the benefits of this trip had actually been determined - just cut, and leave the brain-intensive work of separating the true from the false to the Night Watchmen.

For Qian, the strongest thought in his mind at this moment is that using this kind of weapon in a narrow space is truly anti-human.

Although we strive to achieve the spirit rather than a 100% restoration, the length of the sword used to cut things is not reduced for the white-faced man, who regards it as his life.

The result is that in this small space, it takes a bit of skill to avoid the knife from bouncing.

As for why, when it is so perfect, the blade is made of bone instead of the original bright surface?
On the one hand, that kind of polishing requires a little more effort, and on the other hand, there are certainly ulterior motives.

laugh--

Pros and cons are relative. It is troublesome to wield a long sword in a small place, but the advantage is that it is also troublesome to hide.

As expected of a character who is able to make amends for his crime, this prisoner in the jail is indeed a master.

Faced with a knife as fast as lightning, he was expecting Fu Qian to say something, but he dodged in panic and only had half of his arm chopped off.

Even the severed hand only touched the ground for a moment before it flew back in the opposite direction, as if time was flowing backwards.

It also has similar self-repair capabilities.

He quickly came to the conclusion that Fu Qian's second strike was seamless.

when!
However, this time the opponent did not retreat but advanced, closing the distance with an extremely determined attitude, directly knocking the blade away and making it difficult to launch the next attack.

"who are you?"

Even at the same time, he asked coldly as if he had discovered something.

……

A veteran indeed.

Fu Qian also gave a thumbs up to the other party's response.

In this kind of place, close combat is indeed a good choice to deal with long weapons, and it is also easy to think of.

The difficulty lies in implementing it without hesitation.

In terms of fighting skills, this guy is clearly not in the same league as the simple knight.

Such prompt questioning also reflects the sharpness of thinking.

The sudden firm tone did not mean that his previous guess was wrong, that he did not know the white-faced man. On the contrary, he not only knew him, but was very sure that he was not him, so he asked this question.

Why did this change only occur after being cut?
It’s simple. The last time I realized the extraordinaryness of the white-faced man was after I was stabbed.

The special power in the form of grease on the blade caused the wound on his chest to never heal.

To be honest, to a certain extent, this move is quite suitable for a spear and shield confrontation with the self-healing power of this place.

All in all, my knife didn't have this special effect.

Seeing this anomaly, the other party immediately questioned him.

Such behavior proves that the prisoners not only know the shape, but also know what it will look like after being cut and chopped.

With rich combat experience, broad knowledge and decisive actions, could he not only be an informant but also a night watchman?

Fu Qian made quick guesses, and didn't feel embarrassed at all about being seen through. He moved away without saying a word.

thump—

Unfortunately, the decibel level exceeded the limit again the next moment.

A loud noise that could tear the eardrums came from the side, and a simple knight with the same appearance as the one in the front had arrived and punched the railing hard.

Although the iron door showed extraordinary toughness and was not smashed directly, it was still bent into a heap and obviously could not be opened.

……

No wonder it doesn't need to be locked.

When Fu Qian saw this scene and felt that everything had its rationality, the simple knight also swung out his shield.

The noise became even more exaggerated, and finally broken metal flew in.

It is obvious that it does not care whether there are people who have made meritorious contributions while serving their sentences.

At the same time, with this continuous huge movement, more footsteps were obviously approaching.

It is also easy to see that the damaged prison shows no signs of being restored any time soon.

Does this mean that we need to give them a taste of their own medicine, using their weapons to be effective?

Humph--

Fu Qian grasped the handle of the knife with both hands.

Because he is proficient in sword, he can be proficient in heart.

This is really underestimating the skills of a top swordsman.

Knowing that the knife might be identified as suspicious if you cut it, why do you still cut it?

Of course, this doubt has an explanation.

At that moment, Fu Qian ignored the debris flying on his body.

He took a step and turned around. The enclosed space seemed to have no meaning to him anymore. The long sword drew a terrifying arc, shattering all obstacles until it tore apart the upper body of the simple knight.

What was different from before was that this time the blade was no longer wet, but was instead covered in blazing golden flames.

Everything can be exposed, so what can’t be exposed?

The closer the relationship between the prisoner and the night watchman, the greater the significance of his trip.

Soon they will get the news that the golden flames not only devoured the Whitehead Temple, but even the white-faced swordsman who was roaming the wreckage of faith was eroded.

The reason why there is no longer any force preventing the wound from healing is because the "grease" has been ignited and the nature of the force has changed.

It's a good story no matter how you look at it.