Death Sutra

Chen Jinke is not terrified, he just stays stunned. The three black-faced masked people walk like a legendary ghost. They don’t have to breathe. Every step is light and fluttering. It seems that there is no weight in the whole body. When stabbing, it is like a ghost without feelings. No matter what kind of look the other party shows, the knife is stagnant and deep.

The left shoulder socket, the position of the middle knife of all the darts is exactly the same.

The head of the dart is the oldest, and after the poisoning, he persists for the longest time. He turns his head and glares, and he is ruined. "Shameless, have the ability..."

The black man did not speak. The first person gently kicked his foot on the head of the dart and forced him to kneel on the ground. The second person held the knife in both hands and lifted it high. He still stabbed it on his shoulder. When the body will fall, the third person will slash the knife - the head will land.

The three have a tacit understanding, as if they have practiced this many times.

The darts all fell.

Chen Jinke was stunned, and the black man was despicable. He first poisoned and then knives, showing no martial arts, but the killing action was so skilled, as if the experienced butcher was facing the death, even showing a trace of boredom, and finally cutting It’s a superfluous thing to drop the head of the head, as if it were pure fun.

The black man crossed the body and walked toward the carriage, separated by five or six steps.

Chen Jinke saw it clearly. The knife they held in their hands was straight and narrow. It was a style he had never seen before. Until then, the words that Lin Xiaoshan just blurted out caused Chen Jinke’s attention. "Jinpeng killer" - he I was a little impressed with this title and immediately linked it to the Western Region.

The Dragon King is coming. Chen Jinke is a little excited to think that he is holding a single knife and is fully prepared. In the past ten years, he has been practicing hard instead of making friends, in order to meet this moment, to become famous, and perhaps to be able to The home of the swordsman becomes a true friend. A similar thought made his hand holding the knife a bit stiff.

Luo Shaoxiong was hiding nearby. Thinking of it, Chen Jinke was even more fearless.

The three black men stopped their steps outside the seven or eight steps, facing the bonfire, and the narrow knife in their hands pointed to the ground, as if there was no malice.

Chen Jinke will not be so careless, the screams outside the camp are one after another. The bodies of more than a dozen dartsmen are lying in sight, all of which means that he is facing a crisis of life and death tonight.

He gently swayed the knife in his hand and took a step forward. The steel chain slammed, and he remembered that he was connected to another person on his left wrist, and this person was the target of the black killers.

He moved his eyes quickly. With a glimpse of the side of the light, I was surprised to find that Lin Shan was as alert as he was, posing with a posture, but there was no weapon in his hand.

Are these people not coming to save the Dragon King? Chen Jinke did not understand why Lin Shan was even more nervous than him.

"Yuyu City has already turned upside down." The black man in the middle spoke up, and the object was obviously Lin Hill. "We are here to save you."

Lin Hill did not say anything, and the vigilance did not decrease.

The time between the two sides is actually very short. The black man immediately gave up persuasion, and just outside the camp, someone was screaming with a screaming voice, and the voice did not fall. The three black men were the first to get started.

Chen Jinke had too much time to think too much, and slashed his sword. He thought that the forest hills around him would be cumbersome. I didn’t expect the Dragon King to keep up with his pace and barely cover the safety of the flanks.

The two have been together for more than ten days. Eating, drinking, and living together, Chen Jinke did not know that Lin Xiaoshan would also be martial arts. In his mind, the dragon king’s subordinate was just an ordinary satin businessman, hidden in the capital for the purpose of inquiring into the news.

The purpose of the three black men is not to kill, so they are not eager to attack and keep a distance. The dance knife bluffs.

After the four or five strokes, Chen Jinke was even more surprised. Lin Wu’s martial arts were not weak, completely making up for the left wing vacancy. Although there were no weapons in his hands, there was no killing between the fists and feet, and he did not regard the black people as a rescue.

The three tricks of Chen Jinke are more and more in mind. The three black people still have not made all their efforts, but they have already exposed the strength level: without the help of poison, their martial arts can only be regarded as ordinary.

Taking advantage of the inferiority of the next three evil spirits, this is quite in line with Chen Jinke’s impression of the Dragon King and the Western Regions.

He also retains his strength. One is to prevent the other party from suddenly causing hidden weapons, poisons and the like. The second is to wait for Luo Shaoxiong to appear.

Chen Jinke was not in a hurry, and he expected that the swordsman of Locke would soon end the battle himself.

Nearly twenty strokes, the situation of mutual temptation finally changed. At that time, Chen Jinke had fully trusted Lin Shan, and suddenly jumped a few steps around him, half a circle around him, and the straight arms and thin chain formed a line of defense. Successfully separated one black man from two other associates.

The opportunity was fleeting, and the black man was very embarrassed. When he was found to be in danger, he immediately withdrew from the team.

Chen Jinke could not catch up, but his hunch came true. Luo Shaoxiong chose to show up at this time. Although he has been hiding in the dark, he will never imitate the killers of the Western Region.

"Received!" Luo Shaoxiong descended from the sky, no one knows where he was hiding before.

This screaming sound, like a thunder in the air, Chen Jinke could not help but look up, is seeing the Luo family's swordsman flying like a big bird, straight out a few steps outside the Western killer.

The black man who had placed the order stopped moving back, and the knife slammed back, making it the same move.

However, Luo Shaoxiong did not land at all. From the sky of Zhang Yugao, he magically swept back. One foot was in the head of the black man. He borrowed a little and leaped over the thin chain. He killed the two opposite sides. Man in black.

Chen Jinke was once again stunned. This time it was all admired. He could see clearly. Luo Shaoxiong was in the air, but the sword was stabbed underneath, and it was a blow. He was in the middle of the black man’s neck and used this pivot point. Turn around.

Gently a sword, until Luo Shaoxiong crossed the thin chain, the black man fell to the ground, still holding a narrow knife in his hand.

Strict and elegant, Chen Jinke can only come up with these two words. This seemingly simple trick can't be displayed by himself. There is probably no one in the whole school.

The martial arts of this martial art are thick and heavy, and they have their own strengths with the Luo family swordsmanship. Chen Jinke can only balance the shock in his heart.

The remaining two black men were obviously also shocked. They knew that they were not opponents and fled in different directions.

Luo Shaoxiong had long foreseen that the direction of the leap was just the path of a black man, and once again, he sang "live." The long sword stabbed.

Chen Jinke woke up, transported 10 successes, and used his strength to the last black man.

In the future, Chen Jinke will become a friend or a pure admirer with Locke Swordsman. If you can kill a black man, the two will fight side by side. The friendship is not normal. On the contrary, he is just like the forest hill, just a bait.

Jianghu is paying attention to friendship, but most of the time, friendship should be based on strength.

Chen Jinke made all efforts. Like the powerful arrow that was shot in the air, he knew that this knife must be in the dark. After all, the black man has limited strength and can only accelerate step by step. Unlike the real master, the start is full speed.

But he forgot one thing.

I have been working with him for a long time. He dragged his hind legs at this critical moment. He didn't have to do anything at all. He just had to stand in the same place and stretched his right arm to not affect Chen Jinke's move, but he had another idea, holding the thin chain with both hands and pushing hard into his arms. Pull.

Lin Xiao’s skill is a lot worse than Chen Jinke’s. Instead of pulling the other side back, he was instead thrown forward.

However, Chen Jinke’s perfect move was still destroyed. He was forced to land halfway, and the knife in his hand was two or three feet away from the target.

The opportunity has been lost. The black man has already mentioned the speed to the fastest. Luo Shaoxiong may still be able to catch up with him. With the cumbersome Chen Jinke, it is definitely not acceptable.

Chen Jinke was angry in the fire. He thinks that his temper is very good. He has never been abused because Lin Shan is a prisoner. The result is ungratefulness.

He turned and looked at the barely stable forest hill. I really want to cut the wrist at the other end of the thin chain.

"There is fraud." Lin Xiaoshan said.

Chen Jinke’s heart screamed, but he did not believe in Lin Shan, but saw Luo Shaoxiong’s footsteps becoming vain and unstable. It seems to have been inexplicably poisoned.

Luo Jian's swordsman is not an ordinary master. The darts immediately lost their resistance after poisoning. Luo Shaoxiong's sword did not slow down. In front of him, the second black man had become a corpse lying on the ground.

Originally, Lin Xiaoshan saved himself. Chen Jinke has not got rid of his anger. He saw more than a dozen black people in the darkness behind the carriage. The walking posture is the same as the previous three killers. Is rapidly forming an encirclement.

Next, the whole night, or the 20-year-old thing that surprised the 17th-generation disciple Chen Jinke, happened. The object he admired, Luo Shaoxiong, who hoped to make friends with him, actually ran away. .

Luo Shaoxiong has not completely lost his skill. Although he is not stable enough, he can still fight the enemy, but he still chooses to run alone, instead of taking risks against more and more enemies.

The three black men went out to catch up with the swordsman of Locke, and the rest of them surrounded Chen and Lin. This is their main goal.

"Let the knife down." A black man ordered that Chen Jinke was already seen as a prisoner.

Chen Jinke’s mind was in a mess. Suddenly, the only person who could be trusted was the prisoner who was connected with himself these days. He approached Lin Xiaoshan two steps, and crossed the front of the knife. “These people really are not here to save you. Is it?"

"Dragon King will never accept these killers." Lin Hill looked at the encirclement with vigilance.

The black people did not defend. They waited for a while. Two of them raised their left arms. By the light of the bonfire, Chen Jinke could see the thin steel pipes in the other hand.

This is the device that shot the poison.

There is no color to squirt out, and there is no smell. Chen Jinke holds his breath, but he has no retreat. He can only hope for a miracle: maybe Luo Shaoxiong will return, maybe the uncle and his team have already defeated the sneak attackers and are coming to the rescue.

After a while, two black men raised their arms.

This is a group of extremely patient people, the purpose is to catch alive, can not try to do not try.

After the third black man made a move, Chen Jinke couldn’t hold back anymore. He quickly breathed a sigh of relief. Without any warning, he felt that his body was soft and his body’s strength was pouring out. His legs could not support it. Body.

Lin Xiaoshan never imagined a miracle. He said to the encirclement: "If you want me to live, don't kill him."

The black man did not answer, and at the same time, he walked over and they knew that the two men were no threat. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for the recommended ticket, the monthly ticket, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to m. Read.)