Genius commoner

Chapter 83
A knife light flashed down, as bright as the moon,

The light of the knife came first, and the sound of the knife came again, but at this time, it was impossible to tell whether the knife fell first or the sound of the knife came later. It was so fast that there was a ripple at the corner of Tang Xueyi's mouth, and his feet landed on the ground. He didn't even have a breath, he raised his right foot, and a corpse rose into the air, intending to block the attacker's thunder attack.

The blade pierced the bone, and the chill was overwhelming, and his five senses could feel the murderous aura on the blade.

'flutter! '

There was a muffled sound of a sharp weapon piercing the flesh, and the corpse hit the sharp blade and was cut in two abruptly.

In the blood mist, Tang Xueyi rushed out holding a bamboo knife.

Suddenly, the knife flashed!
Just a flash!
There was a sudden impact in the dark, and when the light of the knife that was faster than lightning remained in the eyes of the person, the bamboo knife returned to the scabbard, and the night wind blew, and the hairs flew up one by one. Zhao Yibing, who broke out from a dark corner, didn't have the slightest expression on his face, only a touch of flesh and blood fell on the tip of his nose.

Zhao Yibing looked at his hair that was blown up by the wind. Although it was only a strand the size of a finger, it made his expression extremely serious. It seemed that he did not expect Tang Xueyi to be able to lock himself, let alone that he almost chopped off his head. Landing on the ground, the cold wind blows, rolls around and spreads out, and he utters a hoarse voice:
"Meteor knife technique?"

With one arm hanging and gauze wrapped around his shoulder, Zhao Yibing looked at Tang Xueyi and coughed lightly: "Are you from the orphanage?"

Tang Xueyi said coldly: "Blood debt is paid with blood."

"Sure enough, I guessed it."

Zhao Yibing looked at the expressionless Tang Xueyi, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "At the beginning, I was worried that there would be fish that slipped through the net. After all, the orphanage is too big. A few knives and a big fire may not be able to kill it. Thinking about what I was really worried about, not only you, the remnant of the orphanage, but also came out today to take revenge."

"The bloody plot in this film and television actually happened to you and me, God is really interesting."

"It seems that you can kill Jin Daya and the others? I wonder how the five of them could be killed so easily."

"At one time, I thought it was the ancient Buddha, but the ancient Buddha would have done it long ago, and he would not wait until today to kill them."

Tang Xueyi's voice was indifferent: "If you kill you, it will be Gu Buddha's turn."

"Boy, do you think that if you can kill Jin Daya and Han Dakui, you can kill me?"

Zhao Yibing showed disdain on his face, and snorted heavily: "I admit, you have already mastered the meteor sword technique that Tang Yuntian passed on to you, and I was also injured by Ye Zixuan and the others a few days ago. I don't have much chance of winning in a fight with you. But you think that you can easily take my life like this, I can only say that you are too naive."

Tang Xueyi said coldly: "There are always things to do!"

"There is no one who killed me."

Zhao Yibing sneered, "But not you."

Then he lowered the thin sword in his hand: "And I feel ridiculous, you are not Tang Yuntian's son, nor his favorite general, you are not even a watchdog, you are just an orphan he took in at will, Just because he gave you a few mouthfuls of food, you think about the fire and seek justice for him?"

"Is there such a great person in this world?"

Zhao Yibing has always been full of doubts about Tang Xueyi's motives. It is really hard to imagine that an orphan who can't beat him will hold hatred for 13 years and spare no effort in revenge. Normal people will try their best to forget the blood, dispel the shadows, and let themselves be a Forget the happy children of the fire, who would compete like this?
Zhao Yibing's eyes showed playfulness: "Could it be that you are Tang Yuntian's illegitimate son?"

Tang Xueyi held the bamboo knife: "Shoot!"

Looking at Tang Xueyi, who was as stubborn and cold as a rock, Zhao Yibing shook his head: "I really regret that I missed you at the beginning, and I have to waste my energy to deal with you today."

Tang Xueyi shouted: "Shoot!"

Zhao Yibing didn't care about Tang Xueyi's killing intent: "You know what? After Han Dakui's sudden death, I guessed the identity and motive of the firework killer. After ruling out Gu Dafo's attack, I set my sights on the orphanage and wondered if Someone who slipped through the net came out to take revenge, so I pretended to be you and killed Long Xiugu."

"It's not only a heavy blow to the Long family, but also let the Long family and the ancient Buddha kill each other, and let you chase me out of rhythm."

Tang Xueyi stood still, as quiet as a mountain.

Zhao Yibing showed an old fox-like smile: "If you can find the Jin Daya five people who have changed their appearances and kill them one by one, you will find me sooner or later. Rather than knowing that you were secretly plotted and attacked, I might as well get rid of them as soon as possible." You lure me out to kill you, and after you have eliminated this scourge, I can do things with peace of mind."

"The three of them are methods of the Qinglong Gang."

Tang Xueyi watched the one-armed man think through something: "Are you in collusion with the Qinglong Gang?"

"clever!"

A hint of appreciation appeared in Zhao Yibing's eyes: "No wonder you escaped death back then and survived until now, but you are still a little tender compared to me. I just said that disrupting your rhythm will let you find me , is part of my booby-killing plan, so tonight's result is destined to be that you die and I live."

He waved the thin sword in his hand, and more than ten men in black flashed around him.

There is no doubt that this is a trap.

Tang Xueyi didn't care, whether the enemy is one or a group, it's the same to him, just put in more effort, but when he heard Zhao Yibing admitted that he was in collusion with the Qinglong Gang, he still narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Jin Daya and the others are coming!" Tell me before you die, they have dual identities, and the other layer is the undercover agent of the Qinglong Gang."

"I thought they were lying to me, but now it seems that this is really dying words."

He decided that if he went back alive tonight, he would reconsider what Jin Daya and the others said.

Zhao Yibing frowned slightly, annoyed by Jin Daya's lack of backbone, and regretful for talking too much, but his face remained unchanged, and he still snorted forcefully: "You should also say a few more words, because this is yours too." Dying words, let alone Tang Xueyi tonight, even ten of you will die."

Tang Xueyi was completely fearless: "Very good."

Zhao Yibing smiled faintly: "When you came in, did you see Qianqian's magnolia flower?"

Tang Xueyi did not respond.

"Did you smell the fragrance of magnolia?"

Tang Xueyi's eyelids twitched, and the hand holding the knife tightened instantly.

"My mind is messed up!"

Zhao Yibing threw out the thin sword in his hand: "Kill him!"

The thin sword flashed past in the light and shadow, wrapped in the sound of tearing the air. Although his sword was domineering, he never expected to kill Tang Xueyi. After all, Tang Xueyi had shown his power just now. The height is unimaginable, but this sword has already represented the possibility that he and Tang Xueyi are at odds, facing each other in life and death.

Bao Jian was only one meter away from Tang Xueyi's chest, Tang Xueyi pulled out the saber suddenly, and only heard a ding sound, and the thin sword fell to the ground.

It turned out that Tang Xueyi stabbed out with the sharp point of the sword. No matter the accuracy, speed and courage of this knife, it was shocking.

Zhao Yibing shouted: "Kill!"

The dozen or so black-clothed men who flashed did not attack, but six more stood on the wall with their arms raised.

"Duh duh!"

There was a sharp sound in the night sky.

Tang Xueyi was no stranger to this kind of movement, it was the sound of a continuous crossbow firing, he kicked a dead body in front of him, and at the same time the bamboo knife pierced through the air again, swinging the crossbow arrows down with great speed, the crossbow arrows were like heaven The dripping rain was swept around by him indifferently and precisely, making the ground as ugly as weeds.

Before he had time to catch his breath, the second round of crossbow arrows shot again.

Tang Xueyi turned his left hand, and the corpse spun around, blocking all the crossbow arrows.

When the body was shot like a porcupine by the crossbow arrows, the shrill and sharp sound of the arrows finally stopped, and the men in black who had been silent all the time shouted together, swung their long knives, stepped on the ground and pressed down on Tang Xueyi, looking at Tang Xueyi They are all like cold lightning, staring at the target fiercely, if it is someone with a weaker mental strength, I am afraid that they will be frightened by their murderous aura.

Tang Xueyi threw away the body, holding the bamboo knife as indifferently as a stone.

A man in black was the first to close the distance between the two sides, and rushed towards Tang Xueyi at a touch of the ground, but just as he rushed halfway, a figure lay across in front of him, a slash of knife light flashed coldly, and Tang Xueyi Against the lonely back, a head leaped an inch and rolled out, and blood also shot into the air.

The man in black moved forward inertially, and fell to the ground within two steps.

Tang Xueyi held a bloody bamboo knife: "Fight!"

More than a dozen black-clothed men came to a standstill, as if they did not expect Tang Xueyi to be so powerful, but soon, two black-clothed men stared at blood-red eyes, and rushed towards Tang Xueyi in anger, Tang Xueyi did not make any waves , the footsteps moved through the middle, the bamboo knife ruthlessly drew two arcs, and the two fell to the ground immediately.

A knife to the throat!

Only 20 flowers are needed to stand on a mountain peak. Brothers, let’s get closer to Kongshen. Haha.

(End of this chapter)