At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The enemy was in a dilemma, but the enemy was in a dilemma.

Mu Ying slapped out with both palms, trying to end the battle with one palm.

Sishe endured the discomfort and used up his last strength to perform his steps.

He was secretly annoyed in his heart, and he was too careless and fell into the enemy's trick.

But for some reason, Mu Ying's attack missed, and he couldn't help but be startled.

Sishe was also stunned. Why did the opponent stop at the critical moment?

Mu Ying gritted his teeth and quickly came back to his senses. He shook his body and pounced on Sishe again.

At this time, Sishe's consciousness had begun to blur, and he knew that he could no longer resist Mu Ying's attack.

However, at the critical moment of life and death, a strong desire to survive emerged from the depths of his heart.

The first time he met the Pavilion Master, his god-like figure illuminated his way in the dark.

In the first half of his life, he was a horse escort. Although he was a master of swordsmanship, he became a scapegoat for the court officials.

It was obvious that the goods he transported were embezzled by the officials, but he became the final scapegoat and was thrown into prison.

At that time, he was unwilling to be a prisoner, and repeatedly explained to his superiors through his connections, trying to prove his innocence.

But how could an ordinary person fight against those powerful people?

He stopped resisting and finally chose to accept his fate.

It was just a little self-deprecating. He had been a soldier all his life and galloped on the battlefield.

In the end, he had to die in a dark cage, like a corpse wrapped in horsehide without a sense of existence.

"The sound of leaves is just to return to the roots..." Sishe murmured.

In this era where human life is worthless, ordinary life is already a luxury.

No matter how bright the world is, there are shadows that cannot be illuminated.

But why... this time he doesn't want to compromise again? Is it fate?

Sishe raised the Embroidered Spring Knife with difficulty, and slashed at Muying with instinctive reaction.

This knife seemed weak, but in fact it carried the belief of death.

This knife rebuked insecurity.

This knife rebuked injustice.

This knife was the last romance of a swordsman!

Muying didn't expect Sishe to be able to resist while being poisoned. He was caught off guard and his chest was cut open by the Embroidered Spring Knife.

Muying was instantly torn into pieces. At the moment of life and death, he finally used the puppet killing technique.

The knife slashed on the puppet, but Muying's face was pale.

The power of that knife was not enough for him to resist even if he had ten lives.

However, Sishe was no longer able to fight, and his body fell softly.

Mu Ying touched his chest with lingering fear. He had just dodged the knife, but the knife was as indelible as his soul engraved on his chest.

"What a terrible enemy!" Mu Ying swallowed his saliva.

He was a feared existence in the martial arts world, but at this moment he was left with a shadow by the opponent's knife.

At this moment, Mu Ying was sure that the Soul Binding Pavilion would be the biggest enemy that Dark River had encountered in a hundred years. If it was not eradicated, there would be endless troubles!

Si She's eyes slowly closed, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

However, before the darkness enveloped him, he seemed to hear a familiar voice.

"Si She, you did a good job... Leave the rest to me."

As the voice came, Si She was sure that it was not an auditory hallucination.

Because the Thousand Faces Ghost had been frightened out of his mind.

"Who is playing tricks! Come out!" Mu Ying looked around, his face full of panic.

Just as he was panicking, Wu Ma, who was lying on the ground, stood up straight.

Wu Ma waved his sleeves lightly, and a strange purple smoke spread out immediately.

Looking at Wu Ma, who should have died, fear surged in Mu Ying's heart.

Because there was still a hole in Wu Ma's chest, his sneak attack had clearly pierced his opponent's heart.

But why can a dead person come back to life?

"You! Are you a human or a ghost!" Mu Ying's voice trembled.

Wu Ma rubbed his chest in pain, grinning in pain: "Good guy, Sun the thief is really cruel!"

Then, he slowly opened his eyes, and his face, which was originally squinting like spring breeze, became gloomy.

"Since you are so rude, you can't blame me." Wu Ma showed a smile that was more sinister than Mu Ying's.

This smile directly broke Mu Ying's defense. What kind of monster did he encounter?

One was hit by his finger-snapping drunk and still held on for a stick of incense, and the other was pierced through the heart by his blow and was able to revive again.

Wu Ma grinned and disappeared like a ghost.

Mu Ying widened her eyes and looked around for Wu Ma's trace.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on Mu Ying's shoulder, and Wu Ma's voice

A voice rang in his ears: "Looking for me?"

Mu Ying turned his head in horror, but saw Wu Ma's sinister smile.

Wu Ma held a sharp dagger in his hand and pressed it against Mu Ying's throat.

"You...what are you doing..." Mu Ying's voice trembled.

"The means of our Soul Binding Pavilion are beyond your imagination." Wu Ma said coldly: "I am a quack doctor, not to mention you, they all call me that, but what if my medical skills are poor?"

Wu Ma patted Mu Ying's pale face with his dissecting knife, and every time it seemed to be patting Mu Ying's little heart.

"I'm not a serious doctor, I'm obviously a poisoner...poison doctor!"

Mu Ying wanted to say something, but Wu Ma's poisoned dagger lightly scratched it.

The throat was immediately cut, and blood gushed out.

Mu Ying's eyes were bloodshot, and he pointed directly at Wu Ma's harmless face, which was actually extremely evil: "You...you!"

Wu Ma bent his fingers, and with a click, Mu Ying's eyes widened and he completely lost his life.

Looking at the fallen body, Wu Ma shook his head and sighed: "Oh, my Lord, please be merciful."

He muttered to himself, then turned and walked towards Si She.

Si She was extremely weak, and he was deeply self-blamed.

He looked at Wu Ma who was walking over, with a face full of shame: "I was obviously one realm higher than the other party, but I still lost, and I lost so badly. If it weren't for you, Lao Qi, I would have brought shame to the organization."

Si She looked lonely, and if he hadn't had no strength, he would have wanted to draw his knife and commit suicide.

A person in the Free Land Realm faced a person in the Vajra Ordinary Realm, but he was defeated so badly. He felt ashamed of the cultivation of the Pavilion Master.

He had previously claimed to be the best swordsman in Beili, and with the organization's top light skills, he should have been able to kill people across borders, but he lost to a person with lower cultivation than him.

Faced with the despair of the sixth brother, Wu Ma opened his mouth and fed him a pill without saying a word.

Si She chewed it for a while, and suddenly it was like smelling a fart with diarrhea.

The pill in his mouth was bitter and fishy, ​​like dog shit that had eaten chili.

"What did you feed me? Why is it like shit!" Si She resisted the urge to vomit.

Wu Ma waved a folding fan from somewhere and smiled awkwardly: "Nothing, just a detoxification pill."

Detoxification pill?

Si She was stunned for a moment, and then he heard Wu Ma's explanation: "In fact, the poison that Seventh Brother was poisoned with was my Invisible Powder, not some finger-snapping intoxicant. Invisible Powder was newly developed by me and has not been tested yet. This is the first time I use it. I didn't expect the effect to be so good."

Wu Ma's face showed a calmness like spring breeze, but Si She felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit.

In other words, he couldn't beat the opponent not because of the opponent's poison, but because of this pig teammate?

Si She, who took the detoxification pill, regained his strength. He lowered his head heavily, and everything was self-evident.

"Sixth Brother, why don't you talk?" Wu Ma shook the other party with an innocent face.

Si She raised his head and patted the other party's shoulder heavily: "Seventh Brother, do you know what kind of suspicion I, Sixth Brother, fell into just now?"

Wu Ma was stunned.

Then he saw Si She shaking his fist and said viciously: "Damn it! The more you think about it, the angrier you get!"

"Take my punch!"