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Nancheng casually pulled out one of the cicada wings from the neck of the killer beside him. Then, his eyes fell on the other two which were two steps away from him. He walked over to pull them out and sighed softly.

How could a person who could not even retrieve his concealed weapons let them land beside South City let the blade cut his forehead? If what South City guessed was correct, then that cicada wing blade that flew past his forehead was also something that he had intentionally arranged.

It was hard to say, but if that cut was real, then the cicada's wings flying close to Wen Liang's forehead would pierce into the head of Yan Bugui, who could not escape in time — — Of course, this was only a conjecture from South City. The Southern City had always striven to be unfazed by one move at a time. They would never care where the concealed weapons would land if they flew out. In any case, the things such as a flying locust stone, willow leaf, blade, meteor dart, etc. One tael of silver was a large amount of money, so no matter how much he threw away, he did not feel any heartache.

At the very least, he would never let a cut appear on his face just to retrieve a throwing knife.

Liu Gan didn't stop him from picking up the concealed weapon, but looked into the distance and took a deep breath of cool air. He felt some regret — he didn't know if it was because of Yan Bugui's frustration, or because Wen Wan's pretty face had been cut by him.

Actually, this face belonged to Xia Chan, not Wen Wan. He was only nine years old when he became the cicada, and when he became Wen Wan once again, he had already changed into an ordinary appearance.

It had been ten years since the silver needles pierced the acupoints and changed the facial features. Actually, Xia Chan's appearance had long since disappeared, and his recovered appearance after pulling out the silver needles was now quite different from before. However, it was undeniable that... Still beautiful.

The sickly wind helped Liu Xiya cherish his appearance, as well as the looks of others — for example, when he had killed Qian Jin back then, his speed had been lacking, but it was all because of Qian Jin's good looks. If it was Gongzi, he would definitely show no mercy.

"You …" Yan Bugui had been enraged by Shi Yan's alluring attack. He had regained some of his calmness now. Instead, he was a little surprised. It wasn't that he didn't know about Xia Chan's talent, but he didn't think that the disparity between the two of them would be so great. He was defeated in a single exchange.

Wen Wan had been seriously injured for a long time. He had been walking all the way to pay homage to his Master and fighting three enemies at once. He still had to be careful of all the assassins attacking him secretly, as he had already used up all his physical strength and was about to lose all his blood. Even so, it was undeniable that he still lost.

But before he could finish his words, Wen Wan grabbed the blade and knelt down, spitting out a large mouthful of blood before falling to the ground.

The old wound on his shoulder had long since split open, wetting half of his yellow shirt. There was not much blood that could be lost again. The blood that he vomited was not from his internal injuries, but from his true effort.

This was the first time he saw unwillingness in his eyes. Whether it was the West Tang of the South Tang Dynasty who was an arch-nemesis, or the arm of Yan Bugui, Xia Ruyu, or the Southern City that fought side by side for many years, it was the first time that he saw something called 'unwillingness' in the eyes of others.

The year that Xia Ruyu brought him back to the Crippling Feather Sect, the nine-year-old child was shivering from the cold and was homeless. The young masters of rich families were in a worse situation than the beggars on the street.

The Crippling Feather Sect had been massacred while powerful enemies surrounded them. The youngsters who were not familiar with the affairs of the world were all depending on him to find a way out. However, he had never shown any unwillingness in his eyes.

Wu Gou was bloodied, the rudder was broken, the hall master was dead, and half of Wu Gou's killer was dead. He was surrounded by many assassins, and there was nowhere for him to escape.

The four people present actually understood him. He was not afraid of death or defeat, but he was afraid that those who were not strong enough would be reduced to lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

He cared too much and was too stubborn. He was merciless and heartless to himself, but he left the only warmth he had left to those he was willing to protect with his life. He did not want those people to suffer even a little bit of the pain he had once suffered. He was also made of flesh and blood, but he had to use his back to withstand the collapsing sky.

This was an extravagant hope, he understood.

Deep down, he was extremely proud, but he was not arrogant, much less overestimating himself. In ten years, he had learned the law of survival with his own blood.

He knew he couldn't do it, but he still did it. He was unwilling because he had not exchanged his life for enough things.

He couldn't die. There were still people waiting for him.

He was waiting for him to discuss the future.

Xia Qingqiang was still waiting for him to tell her where his little brother was.

Wen Lun and Wen Ling were still waiting for him to return home …

Wen Wan had relatives, relatives who wished for him to live well, and relatives who wished for him to return home.

Mu Qing Han was already married, would brother cry?

If my second brother didn't go to Liang, would Ling Er be comforting him, would he be looking forward to his marriage and waiting for me to go back and see her marry someone?

If I die, I'll die here as a Xia Chan or a mysterious scripture. My head will be taken away to gain credit, my body will be covered in ice and snow, or I will be eaten by wild beasts … Will Father shed even a tear for me?

Would my father know that I never got what I wanted in my life? He will be... Do I sigh all my life?

Wen Wan cried and laughed. He buried his face in the snow and laughed louder and louder. He couldn't tell if it was tears or snow, but his cheeks were wet.

Only when one was at the end of his road would he know the meaning of fighting a desperate beast.

If there was no struggle to live, Fang felt that he could survive.

"Hey!"

Southern City tilted his head when he heard the noise, and raised an eyebrow at the sickly wind, "Aren't you going over to take a look? Is he crazy? "

After silently looking at the person whose laughter had weakened somewhat due to exhaustion but refused to stop, Nancheng sighed, "It's fine if he's crazy, at least he still looks alive."

As if to answer him, the laughter abruptly stopped, and the person lying in the snow did not respond.

Nan City was really scared by him. "You're not really dead, are you?"

"Just a little more, I think."

"Supreme Mystery!" Tai Xuan Lord! " Nancheng watched as the person slowly climbed up from the snow, his entire body trembling and on the verge of falling down again. The voice he spat also became hoarse. He didn't know how he managed to find his voice, but when he came back to his senses, he heard himself shouting, "Taixuan, don't scare me!"

Wen Wan stood up, and the sound of laughter that had been cut off for a moment rang out again. "I, ah, will not die."

Nancheng pursed his lips, and in the end, only softly said with a disdainful voice, "Almost there."

"If you die, you will be the first one to die while lying on the ground in the Hall of Assassins."

It was unknown where this sound came from, but it was accompanied by blood. It was unknown whether it was the color of a whip or the color of blood that burst out from it.

Sick Wind helped Liu Yi recognize the owner of the whip and voice. He gritted his teeth and said, "Those with the surname 'Gong' came out to die!"

Gong Ni indeed fell from the sky, and landed exactly at the place where the whip could have touched Liu Jue. He said with a surprised expression, "Aiya! What kind of Golden Sore Medicine did you use to be so thick-skinned? "

Southern City looked around curiously. "You two know each other?"

Sickly Wind helped Liu Wenji ask, "Who knows him?"

Gong Tiexi tsk-tsked twice: "As expected, the old man has a forgetful personality, and this has completely forgotten about this lowly one. How about I give you another wound? Look at Taixuan, there are more scars on her face and she looks very beautiful. "

Nancheng signaled his killer to go help Wenwan, only after seeing that unconcerned man standing firmly did he let out a sigh of relief, "He looks like this, but you actually recognized him, he really has good eyesight."

Gong Tianni tilted his head, "Truth be told, I've seen him a few times. He always wears a conical hat and I can't see his face. Just from the clothes, it seems like there is no mistake from the Grand Profound Lord. "

However, the Southern Tang Dynasty was not in the mood to chat with them. Upon seeing the whip, they immediately knew the identity of this person and immediately asked in a deep voice, "Candle and Wu Gou settle old grudges. What is the purpose of this poison wine?"

"I'm not from the Antidote Hall." Gong Sou saw that he was slightly startled, so he introduced himself in a very serious manner, "I am Xie, the title given to me is' Intoxicated as paper and gold ', and I am referring to this whip. I am honored to be the Left Custodian of the Valley of the Underworld. "Brother Nan, if you don't mind, you can just call me 'Left Custodian'."

While the Southern Tang was still pondering, the sickly wind and the willow tree were already cursing out loud, "Aren't you the head disciple of the Magic Poisonous?"

Gongzi rubbed his nose, pointed at Yan Bugui and said, "That man is Wu Dang's abandoned disciple, but he is still one of the four hall masters. Do you think killing a man and meddling in a matter represent Wudang or do you mean Candle? "

"Then naturally …" Sick Wind supported Liu Yi as he responded, then shouted angrily, "Stop with the nonsense! And what is the purpose of the poison wine coming here? "

Gongzi took half a step back, looking frightened. "Wow! You have to be reasonable, don't pester me! This side had their own rules and regulations, and a single person had his own rules and rules. You, and you, Ironheart truly wants to kill me and my junior brother … "Everyone, aren't you going to allow me to ask for an explanation?"

He pointed at the sick wind, then pointed at Yan Bugui in the distance, looking indignant.

Yan Bugui was naturally not willing to believe a single word he said, "So you're saying that in the future, you'll be the only one to drink the poison?"

Gongzi shook his head and pointed in a direction. "Look, there's another one over there."

Everyone subconsciously looked over. All they saw was a flash of white, and then they saw Gong Tianxiong suddenly make a move. The place where he stood wasn't too far from the Sick Wind Riding Willow, but it was closer to the south of the city. With the presence of South City, Wu Jiu's killers were scattered in the distance, but there were quite a few of them rushing in front of the formation.

Gong Tianxiong was also an expert in poison, so he took out a packet of poison powder. He stood at the mouth of the storm, with the two behind him who were also immune to poison. This bag of poison powder scattered along the wind all over the assassin's face. When he was near where Wu Hou was, the poison powder had basically scattered as well.

The whip came out at the same time as the poison powder. In terms of martial arts, he couldn't even compare to Liu Yang. However, in terms of dealing with these ordinary assassins, killing them would not be a problem.

Yan Bugui was not far away, and the Southern Hall would not use poison. And with the help of the wind, the Southern City would deal with it. Gong Sou used poison to injure people, but no one could stop him for a while.

Underworld Valley left and right inseparable, the entire martial arts world knows. Most of the assassins in the Hall of Vicious Wine walked in pairs, and Candle knew all too well. After listening to Gong Tianni's 3 points of true essence and 4 points of unfathomable words, she hurriedly saw a streak of white clothes and saw Gong Tianyi suddenly make his move. Naturally, she treated the man in white as a shallow mark.

The man in white stood tall and far away. Dazzling Spring was not good at concealed weapons, and the weapon, "Kiss", was a weapon that could be used in close combat. When he reached her side, he would still need a few more breaths of time.

Nan Tang and Yan Bugui looked at each other and then jumped towards Gong Sou's direction. The iron claws in their hands shot out, and they attacked with their deadly moves.

Seeing the two of them attacking at the same time, Gongxu didn't even hesitate as he lightly climbed up the cliff wall. The trio's qinggong wasn't too far apart. In just a short period of time, they weren't able to pull too close to each other.