Heirs of the Seven Swords of the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 489 Another one dies

"How do you like it?" Another sudden voice suddenly woke up Yan Lingji who was obsessed with dancing. However, compared to Jing Ke who was also frightened, she acted much more at ease.

He turned his face and raised his head to look at Gu Xun's face, who was standing upright, and then rolled his eyes at him with a charming look.

Gu Xun's voice was so familiar to her that even if her attention was entirely focused on other things, she would react immediately when she heard this familiar voice without any confusion or panic.

"Hmph... She dances very well. No wonder so many people are willing to spend a lot of money." The reluctant answer is in line with Yan Lingji's character of having high eyesight and not liking to admit defeat.

But Gu Xun naturally knows her well enough to know that when she praises others with this tone, it is already a sign of surrender.

"Is it so powerful?" Gu Xun deliberately asked in a tone of disbelief, and then directly opened the window in front of them.

Naturally, there will be a little noise when the window is wide open, but for the two people in the room, it is completely unaware - one is obsessed with beauty, and can see nothing but desire and beauty in his eyes, and the other is giving all his strength They danced the dance of death, waiting for the right moment to let blood spill everywhere.

As for the assassins and guards under Yan Chunjun who were guarding this pavilion, including those who were involved in the trap, they had all been killed at some point.

Now that Gu Xun has changed his mind and decided to rescue the people directly, he will naturally not leave any survivors alive. Anyway, they are all things that deserve to die, so he will kill them.

The windows were wide open, and the scene in the house was completely exposed to Gu Xun's eyes. There was no need to pay attention to those luxurious decorative objects. The most eye-catching thing was the light and dancing blue figure in the center.

"It is indeed... a legendary dance!" Gu Xun was slightly absent-minded. After admiring the Snow Maiden's Lingbo Feiyan for a few minutes, he couldn't help but admire softly.

Gu Xun has never had much appreciation for dance. According to his point of view, as long as the dancer is beautiful, casually throwing on a piece of cloth and spinning around in circles, it is extremely beautiful. However, even though he knows nothing about it, he can't help but be a little obsessed with the snow girl. This dance.

She is worthy of the official certification of Xuanji - the number one dancer in the Seven Kingdoms.

Jing Ke was watching this scene speechlessly from a high place - the people upstairs stood side by side, watching the dance and smiling, and the years were quiet, while the people downstairs were fighting bloody battles, fighting for their lives, on a thin line of life and death. Such a sharp contrast made Jing Ke I can't bear Gao Jianli.

Brother, your life is so miserable!

However, I sighed in my heart that I couldn't take action for the time being, so it would be best not to take action tonight if possible.

Above the pavilion, Gu Xun held Yan Lingji in his arms and watched quietly as the snow girl's dance gradually reached its climax, becoming more fierce, more decisive, and more... murderous.

Although he could easily crush Yan Chunjun to death, he and the Six-fingered Black Man had a high degree of tacit understanding regarding this person's death - he should die for the Feixue Pavilion Dancer who was not involved in any force. In my hand, no one else is suitable.

Now all of Yan Chunjun's bodyguards have died, and the only one alive is still entangled with Gao Jianli downstairs. When Xue Nu Tuqiong sees him, it will be the time for Yan Chunjun to take his final call.

The dark clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, the stars and the bright moon have all dissipated, and the gloomy darkness shrouds Jicheng at night. The raindrops are getting denser and more powerful, and the flashing thunder resounds across the sky and the earth, illuminating the entire city from time to time. A city.

Time passed unexpectedly, and the battle downstairs came to an end. The rain wet the robes of both parties. Jueying was still relaxed, just a little out of breath, while Gao Jianli was covered in blood, which was stained red by the rain. With his clothes all over his body, he was clearly at the end of his rope and at the end of his rope.

The dance upstairs became more and more rapid, and the figure of the snow girl continued to dance in the hall. The graceful and flowing sleeve ribbons gently brushed the candles covering the ground, extinguishing one after another, and the light gradually dimmed. , Yan Chunjun is still addicted to desire, not knowing that the danger has reached his throat. The thunder and lightning in the sky flashed more and more frequently, and the thundering sound was endless. As the lightning rushed across the sky, the light and shadow continued to flicker and intersect, and the darkness was uncertain.

Downstairs, Gao Jianli, who was already unable to survive, was still holding on. Although his face was pale and his body was trembling, his momentum did not drop at all. He even began to speak provocatively, his cold voice mixed with the howling of the wind and rain:

"Are you looking down on me?"

"Your movements sound like a dog that can't swim in the rain!"

"Use your strongest move!"

Facing Gao Jianli's verbal stimulation, Jueying smiled angrily, raising the corners of her mouth, revealing unspeakable cruelty - since you are eager to seek death, I will send you on your way!

Jueying dodged, and Gao Jianli's head, which was a little dizzy due to blood loss, felt a trance in front of his eyes, and he lost the trace of the enemy. And in the next moment, Jueying appeared behind Gao Jianli, the cruel smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more cruel, strange. The two daggers passed over the opponent's neck and reached the critical point of the throat, ruthlessly harvesting the opponent's life.

However, Gao Jianli also showed an inexplicable smile at this time. He waved his right hand abruptly, turned the long sword upside down, and held it with his backhand.

This scene made Jing Ke, who was about to save others, stop again. From a high position, he had an overview of the whole situation and could clearly see that this time, it was the weak who counterattacked.

Jueying is going to die.

puff!

The dull sound of penetration was inaudible amidst the increasingly urgent noise of the wind and rain, but it was very clear. Gao Jianli's sword was finally three points faster than Jueying, and penetrated his vital part first, taking away all the strength in his body and also taking away his body. Taking his life, of course, the price was that the sword had to pass through Gao Jianli's body first.

This move is generally called death together, or euphemistically called heaven and earth living together. It is a very common move.

Gu Xun's martial arts database contains no less than three similar moves, one of which is the forbidden move of Changhong Sword Art. When the white cat was determined to die with the black-hearted tiger and forcibly performed the tenth level of Fire Dance Whirlwind, it also Use this forbidden move to increase your power.

The effect was so powerful that the half-finished ten-fold fire dance whirlwind caused White Cat to blow up half a mountain.

Gao Jianli's move is naturally not as powerful as destroying the world, but it is enough to defeat his enemies...

At the same time, the snow girl's fluttering dress brushed past the last light in the ballroom, and her figure passed by. The light was gone, and there was only a shadowy figure accompanied by the flash of thunder and lightning.

The sudden darkness finally allowed Yan Chunjun to regain some consciousness. He pointed at the snow girl who stopped dancing in fear, "You..."

Without being able to fully utter a single word, the snow girl danced gracefully again. This time, what her long sleeves brushed was not the candle, but the throat of Yan Chunjun. The soft sleeves turned into the sharpest blade. He cut Yan Chunjun's trachea decisively, and warm blood spurted out in spots. He covered the wound and still wanted to say something, but unfortunately only a few whimpers and grunts came out.

　I originally wanted the protagonist to do something, but I felt that there was no need for him to do anything in this plot, so I changed it several times. I decided to leave it as it is and think about whether I could make some changes later.

　　
  　
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