The sun is high and cool.

The young man rode a horse and galloped over. The sweat dripping down his cheeks mixed with the dust collected along the way and turned into stains, crookedly, falling on his immature face. The healed sunburns looked like patches of dark red.

The moss is very clear.

Fortunately, he is relatively dark, and his dark face has a layer of oily sheen under the sun. It is difficult to see it unless you look carefully.

He pursed his dry lips.

The young man pulled the reins and came close from the horizon. This was a dry river bed, with convex sides and a concave middle. The cracked earth was like the bloody mouth on his lips. The traces of water flow had been traced as early as time.

, covered by wind and sand.

On both sides of the river bed, there are two steep stone walls, with many holes left on the weathered surface. The howling wind passed by, causing waves of ghostly whimpering and howling, which made those who heard it shudder.

But here is one of the few places in the desert that can shelter from wind and rain. At the junction of the desert and the Gobi, not only wild animals, but also sheep and wolves can come, there are also people, some hiding in Tibet.

Desperate outlaws who commit crimes and make enemies can only hide in these inaccessible wilderness to avoid the limelight.

There are real people.

Outside the hole, there was a fire burning with green smoke, and a leg of lamb was held on one side. A few unkempt men were tearing at the half-cooked meat and devouring it hungrily.

The young man's face slowly changed. He looked at the knife standing next to the group of people. The smile on his face disappeared. The darkness in his eyes was like a cold will-o'-the-wisp. He slowly got off the horse and touched it.

He picked up the bone chopping knife on his waist.

"You little beast, get away. If you piss off your grandpa, I will chop you up!"

Someone scolded impatiently.

The young man was a little embarrassed, but he was not panicked or helpless, but cunning like a wolf and ruthless like a wolf. The two will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes seemed to be swaying between light and death as his body shape changed.

Then, he pulled out the knife.

"Zheng!"

Bone-chopping knife is originally used by butchers to separate meat and chop bones. It has a thick back and a wide face. The back of the knife is curved downwards. The blade is wide and the blade is curved upward. The tip of the knife is protruding. It looks like an uneven pig's ear.

It was as big as a head and shone with a cold light.

The blade is slightly heavy and is good at chopping.

In the desert, the sword was drawn. The meaning was self-evident, it was necessary to kill someone.

Several swordsmen over there laughed loudly when they saw him taking out such a knife, their eyes full of disdain and contempt.

Several people exchanged glances, and one of them sneered and raised his knife.

"Little thing, look at it, this fucking thing is called a knife!"

The man smiled cruelly, pulled out the knife from his waist, and went straight to meet him.

But before he could get closer, the bone-chopping knife in the young man's hand suddenly came out of his hand, and the blade flew away without leaning to either side, with the sound of sharp wind, lightning and flint, and before the man could react, the knife flew back again.

It fell into the hands of the young man.

The person who was smiling just a moment ago is now standing in a daze, his eyes and pupils dilated, and then a red mark as thin as a hair and as narrow as a silk is slowly revealed on the throat and neck, and then, the red mark spreads, and blood mist appears.

gushing.

Maybe the knife was too fast, the man's eyes were still rolling, and he was terrified, but his body could no longer keep up with his consciousness. He stood there, watching the young man walking step by step with the knife in hand, passed him, and walked towards the person behind him.

go.

"call!"

The remaining three people's pupils shrank, their expressions changed, and they all drew their swords out of their sheaths. The young man walked quickly, shrugged his shoulders, and rushed over.

His knife seemed to be flying in his hands. The three of them were already quick to draw the knife, but his speed was unusual. With a twist of his wrist and a twist of his fingers, the light of the knife lit up in front of the eyes of the three of them like a flower. The last strike was the first.

Finally, what was cut was the hands of the three people holding the knives.

Miso miso miso~

The cloth is broken, the muscles are broken, the flesh is cut out and the muscles are cut, the bones are removed and the skin is peeled off, all in one go.

The knives that the three people raised in the air suddenly couldn't be cut down. There were no muscles and veins, and the veins were damaged. How could they move their hands with only bones left? Just because they live like ghosts doesn't mean they are really [Biqudao www.biqudao]

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It was so fast, so unbelievably fast that they forgot about themselves, so that the three of them looked at their bloody right hands, feeling confused and confused for a moment, and then their expressions were distorted and horrified.

The pain that I realized later came like a tidal wave, and I let out a shrill scream, hysterical.

The young man's face was expressionless, and his eyes were as dark as before.

He held the knife, turned around, and moved his feet. The light of the knife was bright again. Behind the three of them, a knife mark ran straight down from the back of the head along the spine, and the clothes and the flesh on the back were silently separated.

This is a method of peeling skin with a knife, which is a common trick used by many vicious swordsmen. It is said that a skilled person can use the knife to walk between the skin and flesh like water, separating the skin from the muscles. When peeled off, the person is still alive.

The spine is shaped like a big dragon, which is the root of the body. It seems that the muscles and veins have been severed. The three of them are lying on the ground, unable to move.

When the young man saw this, he stepped forward.

But suddenly there were three extremely sharp blasts in the air. His eyes changed slightly and he turned sideways. Then he saw three stones, puff puff, hitting the temples of the three swordsmen, killing the three of them on the spot.

"Dingling bell~"

The bell rang, and the boy's face froze.

He turned his head and looked in the direction from which the pebbles were flying, and saw a man with disheveled hair on the steep wall at the edge of the river bed, forty or fifty steps away, looking down at him, his expression showing a careless laziness and softness.

There was an indescribable calmness in his eyes.

Su Qing.

The shoes on my feet were almost worn out.

Their eyes met, and Diao Buyu suddenly smiled.

"Brother, why are you here?"

At first hearing the word "big brother", Su Qing's eyelids trembled slightly, and he seemed to be stunned and silent. He looked at the four corpses on the ground, his eyes flashed, and he said softly: "Go back, Xiu Xiu almost has to do it."

It’s time to eat!”

"Okay, then I'll go back now!"

The Yousen in Diao Buyu's eyes seemed to have disappeared again, without the cunning and cruelty. He scratched his head, got on his horse with a smile, and rushed to the inn.

Su Qing was left looking at the corpses on the ground. He walked closer and glanced at the injuries of the four people, and muttered to himself: "Seventeen stabs!"

After a pause, he said again:

"Two breaths!"

It took only two breaths to make seventeen cuts. How fast is that?

Not only fast, but also accurate, and even more ruthless.

Since Diao Buyu entered the inn, he has been very diligent in his work and has never made any mistakes. He has also taken over all the work of chopping meat in the kitchen. This kid practiced his sword skills day and night, and he was very neat with Su Qing.

His killing methods are different, and what he practices is the treacherous way of using the sword to take an eccentric approach.

What we pursue is speed, but it is different from simple speed. It separates the muscles and peels off the flesh and focuses on finding flaws.

He does not know how many times he chops, chops, and picks out his sword every day. When a person is willing to concentrate on a single thing, he practices it hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of times a day, day after day.

It never stops, so as long as he can endure it until the so-called moves can subtly become the instinct of the body, then his sword skills will be perfected.

It's a pity that practice is practice after all. This guy is testing the sword with a human being. He must be getting used to the weapon. There is a difference between dead flesh and living people.

The sun is rising.

He looked at the corpse on the ground silently, and was about to squat down to bury it, but suddenly he looked up at the upper reaches of the river bed and said "Huh".

"Is there anyone?"

Someone was coming, and there were quite a lot of them. He didn't see it, he heard it. The gravel trembled, and a large number of people and horses were coming.

Taking a deep breath, he just wrapped the bell on his wrist with cloth. Su Qing was already like an ape leaping into the stream. Using both hands and feet, he quickly turned around and climbed up the mountain wall. His feet were as fast as flying, faster than a galloping horse. He stood on a high place and faced the distance.

Looking over, I saw dust and smoke like waves. The first thing that caught my eye was a flag with a big "Cao" character on it, and then there were black flags erected on all sides.

"Priest Prisoner!"

"Setting up the supervisor!"

"W Ziku!"

"Imperial envoy, the eunuch in charge of the governor's official school in Dongchang!"

His eyes changed slightly, and he glanced around. He saw that there were about three thousand cavalry, and there seemed to be soldiers behind him who had not yet arrived.

"I almost forgot about this!"

The person who came was surprisingly Dongchang Fanzi.
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