The Governor is Sick

"Aesculus kalan Xia Hou, sent Liu Zhuang owner to bliss."

As soon as the words fell, the girl swallows generally swept up, wide-sleeve flying, and the cold sword light flashed through the disciples' eyes. The girl steadily landed on the ground, and the knife arm quickly swept across the throats of the two disciples around her, and in a flash of blood, a beautiful flower bloomed in the darkness.

In the dark night, the dumb male voice counted down: "Eight."

The remaining eight disciples rushed up and pulled out Qi Qi's saber, as if the water was pouring out. The three sabers were chopped on Zhao Ye's shoulders at the same time, and the sound of the golden iron attack sounded crisply, as if the lute was moving. Everyone was stunned. In the next moment, the scabbard arm of the night had arrived. Be chopped.

The male voice continued to count: "Five."

"The owner! It ... it's not a person!" The five disciples stepped back, terrified.

"Organization cricket." Liu Guizang came out of the carriage and stood on the cymbal, his only eye narrowed slightly. "Fear, children, cut their joints and break their arms!"

"Yes!"

Three disciples came up, two disciples attacked the two wings of Zhaoye right and left, squatting slightly according to the night, like a bow full. It's close, it's close, the three men on the front are only five steps away, and suddenly start according to the night, like an unstoppable arrow ** in the dark, straight into the enemy's door. However, at the moment when they raised their swords, Zhao Ye suddenly bowed her knees and fell short, like a bow, and passed between the two, while avoiding the sharp knife light overhead.

Time seemed to stagnate for a moment, Liu Guizang saw the upper and lower bodies of the two people passing by Zhao Ye's side slowly separated, his legs remained upright, his upper body had slowly slipped, and rags and sacks generally fell to the ground.

In the dark, the man chuckled: "Three."

The frosty cold frost generally grew from the bottom of his heart, and Liu Guizang suddenly realized that the sorrowful boy had grown into a blood-thirsty ghost four years ago, lurking somewhere in the dark night, rubbing his teeth to **** blood.

One person struck Zhao Ye's joint, but Zhao Ye's curved arm gripped the man's saber, and the other knife arm pierced through his belly. It was detached and pierced several times in an instant. The huge force forced him Constantly backing up, his belly was almost crushed into mud, and he stepped on his backward steps according to the night, then released the knife arm, turned and waved the knife, and the disciples behind him were divided into two.

"One."

At last the man shivered and clenched his long knife, like a frozen bird shivering in the cold wind. He stared at the exquisite back of the night, his teeth rattling. Zhao Ye turned her head, and seemed to glance at him. She only had dark eyes and no eyes at all, but he seemed to feel her cold eyes, as cold as winter frost and snow.

Zhao Ye didn't come towards him, but walked towards Liu Guizang on the carriage, he was relieved. However, the next moment, raising his left arm according to the night, a short black arrow shot from the sleeve hole, he felt a pain in his brows, the hot blood remained along the bridge of his nose, he loosened his knife and fell to the ground.

"It's a good organization," Liu Guizang applauded. "Since 18 years ago, Tang Men retired from the world to live in seclusion, and closed his door to thank guests, I haven't seen such an exquisite puppet for a long time."

Zhao Ye didn't speak, her head bowed, and she stood silently in the corpse. Dark clouds piled up in the air, and the wind was violent, tearing and tearing her robes, a few drops of red blood splashed on the bisque mask, and the beautiful red plum on the pixel white rice paper.

"Son of Gallou, you shrank for four years. I thought you didn't dare to challenge me any more. It turned out that you had refined these killers in order to deal with me." Liu Guizang came down from the car and raised it in his hand. With a three-foot long narrow knife, unlike his disciples' Qi's army knife, his blade was slightly curved, like a thin meniscus.

That's Dongjian.

The corners of Liu Guizang's lips slowly curled up, which was a sarcastic radian. "But, do you know why Tangmen retreated from the mountains?"

He put a black knife handle on his right hand, raised his eyes, and flickered fiercely.

"Because of the magic of the organ, the final enemy is not the right way to the sword!"

Zhao Ye stomped on the ground and rushed towards Liu Guizang. The sound of steel hitting the ground was like a heavy army drum, and the skirt flew up. Liu Guizang saw Zhao Ye's straight legs flowing with dark light. She was clearly silent, but at that instant, Liu Guizang seemed to hear the scream of a scum woman.

The moment the two met, Dao Guang splattered like snow for a while, and Dao pulled out the scabbard to draw a crescent-like arc.

The two stood opposite each other with a click, and the blade arm of the night broke in half.

At the end of Dongchengmen Street, inside a street-facing pavement, Tang Shiqi and Li Qing squatted in front of the paste on the window lattice, and squeezed ten dark blue piles behind him. Everyone was shocked when they saw that the arm of the sword was cut.

"The planned blow didn't hit, and Shishi should retreat," the whispered whisper.

"Do you think that mule donkey will withdraw?" Tang Shichi said with a grin, "It's okay, listen to my instructions for a while. If the momentum is not right, I'll count three, and we'll rush out to save people."

The hidden stakes nodded.

The situation was surging and there was a thunderous sound in the distance, as if a carriage was running in the sky. Liu Guizang looked around with a knife, and Zhao Ye had become an immovable puppet. On closer inspection, a thin silk thread fell on her head and shoulders, as if a transparent frost flower flashed on and off. Reflecting the faint cold light.

Liu Guizang yelled: "Xiahou Hou, have you escaped? Why, you have to be a turtle again !?"

He didn't see a dark shadow hanging slowly from the archway above him, like a spider hanging on a silk thread. Liu Guizang is still looking around. There are no people on both sides of the long street. Only the corpse lying on the ground and the unconscious unconsciousness are dead.

Suddenly, something flashed in his eyes. Liu Guizang's intuition for years of fighting made him react quickly. He drew his knife to the top of his head, the two-handed knife collided, and the spark flashed. The black-shaded starling generally fell from the air, and Liu Guizang saw a face exactly like Galo Luo.

Liu Guizang jumped in his heart. At that moment, he almost mistakenly thought that the demon-like woman had come alive.

"Xia Houyi, aren't you afraid to show your face?" Liu Guizang sneered.

"Because it was my Xia Houyi who killed you, not the Kalan Assassin!" Xia Houyi made a blow, and the two-handed knives uttered an overwhelming low chirp at the same time.

The lightning flashed and thundered, the pouring rain poured down, and the rain arrows rushed into the dark earth, and the water quickly spread without touching the soles of the shoes. The rain soaked the corpse, and the blood poured into the ditch. Xia Houyu took a two-foot long blade from her waist with her left hand, her backhand was across her chest, she was holding her right hand, and she was slightly lower. The raindrops crackled on the short blade, and every drop of water reflected Xia Hou's cold face.

Liu Guizang retracted the knife into the sheath, holding the scabbard in his left hand behind his back, and placed his right hand on the handle. He had to use a guillotine to pull the sword. The extreme angle and the rapid impulse when pulling the sword were enough to break Xiahou Wu into two halves.

The rain poured like floods, as if the sky were going to fall, and a thousand rain curtains lay across them.

Suddenly, the two completed breathing at the same time, started at the same time, and began to hedge at the same time! Rain and blood splashed on the soles of the feet. The two met after a breath, and Liu Guizang quickly pulled out his knife, as if lightning and lightning flashed across the sky. However, at this moment, Xia Houzhen squatted abruptly, just like before Zhaoye, the left-handed backhand knife cut to Liu Guizang's lower leg, Liu Guizang leapt forward, the sword turned inconceivably, and he split into Xia Hou's back. Back.

The blood splatter did not occur as expected, the fragile fabric cracked, and the blade of the knife struck the chainmail, causing a series of sparks. Xia Hou turned over violently, the two knives met in the air, and for a time, the knife light was like snow rolling, spreading out densely, like a giant net, covering the two of them. Xia Houyi's sword is getting faster and faster. If the storm is raining, his left hand has not fallen yet! Liu Guizang panted hurriedly, and found that he could hardly keep up with Xia Houyi's crazy sword.

In the end, Xia Hou twirled, and Yi Yi turned and fluttered like a butterfly. He abandoned his left-handed knife and pressed his whole body strength to his right hand. The tip of the knife passed through a cold moon-like arc and fell into the mountains and clouds. A beheading.

Galan Sword · Cut Moon.

Liu Guizang picked up the knife, and the tremor spread across the blade, spreading from the palm to the limbs, as if an ice snake was swimming around his body. The sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, Liu Guizang looked down, and the tiger's mouth was actually broken.

how can that be! Liu Guizang looked at Xia Houyi inconceivably, and said dumbly, "How is this possible? How can you defeat me!"

The assassin breathed a cold breath, as if the snake letter hissed, with a vicious smile on his face and bloodthirsty grim eyes.

"Because I participated in it for four years!" Xia Houyi waved his sword and cut it again, and Liu Gui Tibetan Mastiff stepped back. "I searched for hundreds of swords and finally broke your Qijia sword. And this desperate cut, your grandpa I! "Xia Houyi shouted," I practiced 29,200 times! "

Twenty-nine thousand two hundred times! How can you not win! Qi Jiadao knows how to restrain each method. The sword of the sky avoids the left, the tibia technique jumps, and the left raises the sword to resist ... And for the cut moon, he practiced twenty times a day for four years!

Suddenly, Liu Guizang seemed to see that Xia Houyun's pupils coincided with the pair of demon pupils in the impression. He suddenly had a strange idea. Xia Houyun was Galaro. He climbed out of the grave and avenged himself. !! Suddenly, he saw two strong assassins evoke an evil smile at the same time, and then whispered, "Liu Guizang, let's die!"

"Big Seventeen, is Brother Shi going to win!" The student stared at the street and said excitedly.

Tang Shichi frowned: "It's time for a cup of tea now, and if you don't hurry, officers and soldiers will come. Your brother is still entangled! No, listen to my orders, I will count three, let's rush out to help He gave it! "

The dark piles held the handles and gathered in front of the door.

Tang Seventeen stared at the heavy night, and the two kept colliding and then separated on the street. The two men's swords weaved a circular field, as if rain could not enter.

He whispered, "One."

In the night sky, thunder and lightning are accumulating, and light flashes from time to time in dark clouds, as if a dragon is walking through the clouds.

"Two." As soon as the voice fell, a stinging lightning tore the night sky, and a big opening cracked in the sky. The sky broke into the night, and the world became white for a moment.

"Three" was about to blurt out, Tang Shichi bit his tongue, and swallowed the last number back to his stomach.

He waved the letter and stared at the street momentarily before the window paper. Lightning struck the night sky again. This time, Tang XVII saw it clearly. On both sides of the street, there was a row of people's heads on the eaves' shadows, like rattan on a tree.

The question asked Tang XVII in wonder: "What's wrong? Why not count?"

Tang Shichi murmured, "It's a trap." He grabbed the collar of the letter, and the letter saw the horror of the flames in his eyes, "This **** is a trap!"

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It was pouring rain, and the night was dark like a huge iron prison.

In the thick rain and mist, Shen Xuan ran, and he seemed to be lost and could not find his way home. Suddenly, he saw a tall shadow in front of him, standing with a knife, silent.

Shen Xuan walked forward shallowly and shallowly, and the mist gradually dissipated. He saw a headless figure standing in front of his eyes. He stepped forward in suspicion, suddenly stepped on a stone under his feet, looked down, but saw Xia Houyi's head lying on his feet.

Shen Ye suddenly woke up, reached out his hand, and was sweating all over.

Opening the tent, the room was dark, with a little light coming in through the window paper, a few cases of black paint can be seen, tables and chairs of water-milled nanmu, and a cloisonne square bottle two feet high on the ground. A bunch of flowers were unknown. Baby, already withered, the petals shriveled, and a few flowers fell on the carpet. Rain and wind blew outside the window lattice, and the roof tiles were crackled. Shen Chen pulled out the latch and pushed the window to see. The garden was covered with mud.

Shen Huan called the servant, lit up the lantern, and took a carriage to the villa in the west of Beijing. He did not call Situ Jin or Shen Wenxing, and went with some of the fans who spent the night in Shenfu. Fang Cunzhen slept soundly. Hearing Shen Ye came, he wore clothes and laces, and rushed to the main hall while putting on his boots.

"In the middle of the night, how did the Lord come here? If something is ordered, you should also call someone to come and inform you. The villain will come back to the house and return to him." Fang Cunzhen offered the tea with a smile.

Shen Xun refused to answer, but asked with a cold face, "How is the medicine made?"

"Qian Er just tried the new medicine for two medicine people, and he was still unconscious at this time." Fang Cunzhen said stunned.

Shen Yansen smiled coldly: "That means no progress?"

"This is not the case, if they can wake up, then ..." Fang Cunzhen rubbed his hands and forced a smile.

Shen Zhuan turned into the backyard and looked at the medicine man in the window screen of the compartment. The strong smell of medicine in the room drilled through the holes in the window screen and blew out. The medicine man was lying upright on the bed, like a wooden scoop. Shen Yan laughed, and the other side said truthfully: "Our family should feed you July and a half. It's May, and there will be some time until July and a half. It's enough for you to bother to develop antidote. Your own life It's time for your heart! "

"The governor spares his life! The governor spares his life!" Fang Cunzhen knelt down on the ground, shook his head, and wept bitterly. "The villain has been painstaking! This new medicine will have results, please ask the governor for a little more time! ! "

Shen Ye didn't answer, but looked coldly at the raindrops before the steps. The sound of rain, wind, and Fang Cunzhen begging for mercy all seemed to be in another world, with their lips pursing, and the headless figure in their minds appeared again clearly.

The irritability in his heart was burning, and if he had a knife in his hand, he would probably split Fang Cunzhen.

"Superintendent!" Fanzi ran in the rain and passed a secret paper wrapped in oil paper. "The urgent report from Liuzhou!"

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Liu Guizang's hands were dripping with blood, and Xia Houzhen cut it again, and finally Liu Guizang was unable to support and fell into the rain. His beard was covered with mud and blood, and his only eye was staring at Xia Houyi.

The rain flowed down Xia Hou's hairpin, drawing his grim outline. In the rain curtain, the assassin in black raised the transverse wave with both hands, and the rainwater ran down the blade.

"Go die, old beast! ... Uh!"

The vest seemed to be bitten by a poisonous snake, with a severe pain. After the stagnation of Hengbo, Liu Guizang seized the opportunity of that moment, waved the knife to split Hengbo, Hengbo came out, and inserted into a pile of goods by the street. Immediately after that, the calf was also painful. Xia Houyi lowered his head and saw a short black arrow stuck in his leg.

He did not look back, but quickly picked up a Qi's saber from the ground, and turned again to cut off Liu Guizang. Three arrows flew out of the oblique stab, pierced into Xia Houyi's right hand, one of which crossed his arm. The pain spread across the body like wildfire, with sticky blood flowing down the fingers.

Xia Houyun fell to the ground, and he turned around and saw the densely populated Liu family disciples on the roof, staring blankly at him.

Trap, this is a trap!

At the end of the street, the writing struggled to shake Tang Seventeen, "Hurry up! Save my brother!"

Tang Shiqi roared: "Shut up! Do you **** want us to die together?"

"Tang Seventeen!"

"Do you think I don't want to save him! Look at your mother-in-law, how many disciples of the Liu family, and how many of us are!" Tang Shichih cut out the window lattice, his fingertips turned blue, "Let the fate of your life. Anyway, your blue rule Isn't that the case, the dead will not be saved. Just look at the boss's fortune! "He closed his eyes and stopped looking.

"You are really strong, Xia Houyi." Liu Guizang stood in front of Xia Houyi and said with a smile, "When your mother died, it was the same heavy rain."

Xia Houyi struggled to get up from the ground, picked up the knife again, and snarled at Liu Guizang. Another arrow hit his calf, and he slumped into the muddy water, splashing his mud on his cheek.

"I've waited for you for four years." Liu Guizang continued, "Do you think that the killing ground on Dongchengmen Street was chosen by you? You are wrong, Xia Houyi, this is what I prepared carefully for you! I start early every month Fifteen passes by here, and my disciples ambush on the roof on the fifteenth of every month, and this is the day to wait! You did live up to my expectations, and you finally came! "

The pain was burning like fire, and Xia Houzhen was almost drowned by the painful pain. He gritted his teeth again and again, and fell back to the ground again and again.

Why is this happening? Why is this happening? He dragged his knife, step by step towards Liu Guizang, his lungs were pulled like a worn bellows, and he was breathing like an old cow. He wants to kill him! Must kill him!

However, there is no way. Every time Xia Houzhen stood up, he was beaten back fiercely. His head was pierced on the ground, his blood was dripping, and the wounds on his body shouted in pain one after another. He was like a fish on a chopping board, rolling weakly.

Another arrow flew over and rubbed his cheek. Liu Guizang picked up the scabbard on the ground and hit him **** Xia Houyi's belly. Xia Houzhen covered his mouth and fell back to the ground, seeping blood from his fingers.

"But I can't kill you right now, you still have use." Liu Guizang picked up the arrow that was shot only in the air. "Put you to the wicked platform to let the people in the world know that I have caught Galaro's son, my reputation It will resound through the rivers and lakes again, and the dirty scandal will be washed away. Xia Houyi, your mother helped me to board my first river and lake, and you helped me to consolidate the supreme position of the martial arts. I really appreciate your mother and son, ha Haha! "

Shut up, shut up! To kill him, kill him! This idea had a brand on it, and it burned hot in Xia Houyi's mind. Xia Houyi stared at him, with a wolf-like in his eyes.

"Willow tortoise, want to wash away your turtle reputation, stop dreaming!" Xiahou Yan said fiercely.

Liu Guizang's face changed greatly, and he knelt down on Xia Houyi's arm, pierced his arrow into Xia Houyi's left palm, and nailed his palm with the ground. Xia Houyu was convulsed, and his facial features were almost distorted, but he didn't call out. Liu Guizang did not expect that he could not groan with such a serious injury, and blood was flowing from the crack of his mouth. It turned out that he bit his tongue.

"Waste, Xia Houyi, do you think you will kill me to prove that you are not a waste?" Liu Guizang stood up and sneered, "You see, you couldn't kill me four years ago, you still can't kill me. "He turned his head and saw Zhao Ye next to the carriage." What mechanism is sloppy. Waste, you can only hide behind a woman! "

"Shut up!" Xia Hou gritted his teeth, raised his right hand, and pulled out the arrow in his left hand. The pain in the heart almost made him faint, but instead of falling, he struggled to stand up again, Drag up the knife. He held the knife in both hands and slowly clenched. The pain in the palm of the hand intensified for a long time, and the fire was burning his nerves.

He dragged forward, and Liu Guizang looked at him with a knife. His legs trembled like dead leaves in the wind, as if he could break in the next moment, but he did not fall down after all, but with red eyes, he stepped forward to Liu Guizang step by step.

He hissed, howling, screaming and angry like a lone wolf. At that moment, Liu Guizang seemed to see the evil ghost of Shura. He came from hell, bathed in blood, wearing the flame of revenge. The saber walked through the zigzag lines, it was a beautiful arc, the tip of the knife was condensed with a star cold, like a little fireflies in the night.

Then it came to an abrupt halt.

The fireflies went out, and the sword fell to the ground. Liu Guizang's scabbard struck fiercely at the side of Xia Hou's head. The world was spinning in front of his eyes, and the ground rushed towards him. The world sounded like a snoring sound, with only long, sharp whispers in his ears. Looking out from his sight, he could just see the horizontal waves inserted in a pile of goods and sharks, and the sparkling sword body reflected the bleeding face of his head.

In the mist, he seemed to hear the familiar call again.

"Little sister-"