Chapter Five Hundred and Fifty-Three of the Eighth Part and Kill!
But I have searched several times with my spiritual consciousness, but no one has noticed it. Is it an illusion? But how could it be an illusion? How could this intuition accumulated through countless years of wandering in the world be wrong? Since it is not an illusion, and I have searched to no avail,
That means that the forces targeting me are far higher than myself, far beyond my imagination. Once I realize this, I feel even worse.
But, after all these years of turmoil and bloodshed, has that feeling been good again?
There is no big deal except death. Even if death is not a big deal, for me, it may be a relief that comes early!
Hu Bugui snorted in his heart, his face always looked like that of an old man, he looked at his nose and heart, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, and did not worry about foreign things.
At this moment, there was a sound of howling wind approaching from far away.
Hu Bugui suddenly opened his eyes, and two dazzling lights shot out three feet from his eyes!
That voice was extremely domineering, and it was coming directly at me!
He still didn't move rashly, just looking at the door steadily.
The next moment, the door instantly shattered into pieces without any warning, and while debris was flying all over the room, a pitch-black knife came towards the face with the momentum of cleaving heaven and earth.
This sword comes with a fierce and domineering force, and it has the potential to cut heaven and earth with no return. This is no longer a temptation, but a decisive blow!
Hu Bugui's eyes flashed, and he didn't know when the knife was in his hand.
Strike forward with one knife.
With a crisp sound of "ding", Hu Bugui's knife hit the dark knife at an unusually precise point. The opponent's knife paused slightly, but this brief moment was enough——
call!
Hu Bugui's body that was sitting cross-legged suddenly fell back, then floated up, standing firmly on the couch.
In front of him, there was a burly young man in black, standing with his sword drawn horizontally. He had just cut the sword, then he sheathed it and did not force the attack.
"Who is your Excellency?" Hu Bugui's expression remained unchanged. He only coughed slightly and swallowed the blood that had reached his throat.
Don't look at Hu Bugui's calm face, but he is actually extremely horrified in his heart!
I have faced countless enemies in my life, but today, it was the first time that someone severely injured me with the first blow of a knife!
The attacker's sword was so violent and domineering that it had reached a level of tyranny that Hu Bugui had only seen in his life!
The man stepped into the door, and Hu Bugui felt as if a whole mountain range had moved and pressed towards him. But just one step away, there was a huge mountain pressing on top, with an earth-shattering power.
"I am Dong Wushang!" The young man in black looked at Hu Bugui with powerful eyes and said solemnly: "Are you Hu Bugui?"
Hu Bugui narrowed his eyes: "Dong Wushang? I have a grudge against you?"
"Nothing!" Dong Wushang shook his head.
"Have a grudge?"
"Nothing!"
"Then why, Your Excellency?" Hu Bugui was furious. We have nothing to do with each other, so you just stabbed me for nothing. What does this mean?
Dong Wushang looked at him with flat eyes and said calmly: "Because you are here to cause trouble!"
Hu Bugui suddenly raised his head: "No!"
"You are!" Dong Wushang said with certainty. He didn't even want to say another word, and directly convicted Hu Bugui.
Hu Bugui shook his head: "I don't..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Dong Wushang: "You are the troublemaker! What? They are all people who use knives. You have reached this point and you don't dare to admit it? How dare you do it?
Don’t you dare to take it?”
Dong Wushang's words were as domineering as the sword he cut out.
Hu Bugui's face twitched, he was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Not bad!"
A person who uses a knife.
This in itself is a kind of dignity.
A swordsman can be sorry to anyone in his life, but he will never be sorry to his own sword! He will never insult the word "the person who uses the sword".
People are swords, and swords are people. To insult the sword is to insult oneself, even more than insulting oneself!
If you scold a swordsman's eight generations of ancestors, or that swordsman, they may be indifferent. But as long as the honor and disgrace of the sword are involved, it is a swordsman's dispute!
The dignity of the sword cannot be violated!
So even though Hu Bugui didn't want to admit it, he still admitted it.
What's more, since the other party is so sure, he must have mastered a lot.
Whether you admit it or not may not mean more.
Dong Wushang nodded: "I finally dare to act bravely, and I can be regarded as a swordsman, not bad. Draw the sword, I will give you a decent way to die, let you die by my sword!"
Just as the best destination for a soldier is to be wrapped in horse leather, the best destination for a swordsman is to die by the sword!
Hu Bugui's face glowed brightly, and he laughed and said: "If Hu Bugui doesn't return, the sword will not return!"
Suddenly the sword light exploded into a cold light that filled the sky, attacking Dong Wushang.
Hu Bugui knew from the first blow that he had just fought that he was definitely no match for the young man in front of him, but Hu Bugui still chose to attack with all his strength. His eyes were bright at this moment, and he hoped that he could win this final battle.
In the middle, he showed off the sharpness of the sword in his hand, and finally died under another peerless magic sword. Such a way of death is considered satisfying!
Dong Wushang's ink knife has turned into lightning.
However, the thunderous movement suddenly stopped.
A pale smile appeared on Hu Bugui's face, and he said softly: "Thank you, you didn't ask me anything."
"Because you can't tell." Dong Wushang said calmly.
Hu Bugui choked and laughed: "What a knife!"
With a trace of regret in his eyes, he slowly closed them. He has been reduced to a tool since he was a child. Until now, the biggest regret is... I don't know who my parents are, I don't know where my home is, and I don't know how to train myself to be a tool.
Who is the person...
But in this life...live confusedly, and die confusedly.
His body was still upright, and the knife in his hand was still tightly held. The sharp blade was only half an inch away from Dong Wushang's waist. But the other person was already dead.
The half-inch distance is actually an insurmountable chasm.
Dong Wushang slowly pulled out the ink knife from his chest, his face expressionless.
He flashed his body and came out through the window.
Hu Bugui's body slowly fell to the ground, and blood slowly poured out, staining the ground red.
Outside the inn, footsteps sounded. A team of soldiers and horses rushed in. Under the horrified eyes of the innkeeper, the leader patted the shopkeeper on the shoulder: "Congratulations, isn't this room now free? You can receive other guests."
customers, make double money, good things happen.”
He smiled, put away Hu Bugui's body, and strode away.
The shopkeeper's face was pale and shaky. Double money... If you make double money like this, you will be scared to death after only a few times...
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Wu Yun was always cautious. After checking into the inn, he pulled back the quilt and placed a pillow inside, creating a simple but very concealing illusion. Then he ducked onto the top of the wardrobe without making any sound.
This is a habit left behind after so many years of traveling around the world.
At his level of cultivation, it is true that he no longer has to worry about being attacked by enemies, but this habit cannot be changed no matter what.
It's time for the second update.
The door suddenly rang softly three times, and someone knocked on the door.
Wu Yun slowly opened his eyes. The long sword that never left his body was silently in his hand, but he felt that his palms were full of sweat.
I actually didn't realize when the person outside the door arrived.
He didn't know until there was a knock on the door! The other party obviously knew that he was in the room.
What this means is self-evident!
But from this point of view, he has already failed.
That knock on the door is a prelude to death, and the person knocking on the door is the God of Death?!
"Who?" Wu Yun asked in a low voice. At this time, there was no point in pretending not to be there.
"It's me." A cold voice came from outside the door.
There were only two words in total, but I could already feel the coldness of the opponent's sword.
It seems that there is not a person outside the door, nor is it the God of Death, but a sword that has been unsheathed and filled with murderous intent!
However, what is the difference between a sword like this and the God of Death?!
The door slowly opened, and the world inside and outside the door suddenly merged.
One is outside the door, and the other is inside the door.
The person outside the door is a young man in black, with eyes like a sword, body like a sword, spirit like a sword, and a sword in his hand.
Wu Yun chuckled: "Yes, I have bad luck in my life, so I call myself Wu Yun. I am laughing at myself."
The man in black said sarcastically: "If you are still considered Wu's luck, then what kind of luck do you think the hundreds of thousands of innocent people who have died in your hands... are?"
Wu Yun said calmly: "Whether they are innocent or deserved, they are lucky if they can die by my sword, have their souls gone, and no longer sink into the troubled world."
The young man in black nodded slowly: "I see, then it's your turn to be lucky today."
Wu Yun understood the unspoken meaning of the other party's words, so he asked: "Why?"
"Why?" The young man in black asked in a low voice, "Then why are you here?"
Wu Yun's eyes were focused: "I am here to congratulate Mo Yun Tiantian Emperor on his ascension to the throne. Are you here to cause trouble? Are you trying to disturb the Tiantian Emperor's appointment ceremony?"
The young man in black looked cold and said: "Who asked you to come? How many people have you come to congratulate this time?"
He actually followed Wu Yun's words.
Wu Yun said calmly: "I have always been alone, and this time I came alone. Why, it can't be done?"
"It's really not possible!" The man in black shook his head lightly: "If you really come to congratulate sincerely, then come with me. All the congratulatory experts will be gathered together and accepted for unified management."
Accept unified management? Then how can I act?
Wu Yun shook his head without thinking: "No!"
Before he finished speaking, a cold light appeared, and the man in front of him had already taken action with his sword, targeting Wu Yun's throat.
Wu Yun was already prepared to suddenly raise his head, turn sideways, and step back.
However, the sword light was like lightning, and once again it struck as fast as thunder.
This time, the target is still the throat.
Wu Yun's sword was already in his hand, and he could strike back at any time; but facing such a terrifying sword, he didn't even have time to draw out his sword to resist.
He even had a warm feeling towards the sword issued by this man: the sword intention was accompanied by endless loneliness.
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"It's a little late, sorry, I'm too drunk..." (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)