Chapter 120: Lotus

As soon as the voice fell, it was night, and the sword arm was cut off against Galo Luo's face door, and the sword light was like ice!
Shen Yong sat down slowly with his sword against the car, and he had become a blood man, with large and small wounds scrambling to bleed blood. Shen Wenxing dragged out the bandage and gold sore in the carriage, and Mingyue helped him bandage the wound. There are no more Tiqis left, and they all surround Shen Shen. Looking up to the killing field, Galo Luo and Zhao Ye were bathed in the moonlight and slashed. Ghostly girls and men kept changing positions, and the silver light drawn by the blade almost cut through the night.
Looking at Xia Houyi, the guy's headless flies generally ran in the killing field, followed by a dozen assassins.
"Walk the dog, what are you running! Hit us!" The assassin growled.
Xia Houyu turned a deaf ear, dragging the assassins around Galo Luo and Zhaoye drawing circles. He was extremely fast and light like a sturdy tabby cat, and no one could keep up with him.
Shen Wenxing looked wondering and said, "What is he doing?"
Shen Yan's eyes followed Xia Houyi's figure, and he whispered, "He's setting up, open his eyes and look at the ground carefully."
Shen Wenxing rubbed his eyes busy. Under the moonlight, there were corpses lying on the mountain road, and the blood reflected the beautiful light. In the gap between the corpse and blood, another kind of luster flowed faintly, this luster crisscrossed, as if spider silk spreads all over the ground, hiding the killing power that penetrates the bone marrow. Shen Wenxing's eyes widened, and an answer was about to blurt out.
Shen Yan said: "In that year, he used this trick to kill his heart."
Shen Wenxing looked towards the center of the killing field, and Zhao Ye was slowly drawing Galauro closer to the center of the lying silk screen.
"Now he's going to use the same trick," Shen Min said, one word at a time. "Kill Lou Lou!"
The sword is splattered and cold as frost and snow! According to the night, he struck the thunderous strike, and Galo Luo lifted his knife to hold it. The man and the sword are facing each other, face to face, and there is no expression on the face. The dark black hole in the dark eye hole makes people feel more bitter. Made of steel made from meteoric iron, this sword is inaccessible, and Gallo's knife can't hurt it. He breathed heavily with a knife, passing several strong winds around him, and it was Xia Houyi dragging the assassin to fly.
He was struggling with the horns. The strength of the steel cymbals was great. His knife trembled in the horns, and the blade reflected the cold moonlight on the ground. The lead wire shivered suddenly, and Zhaoye suddenly relaxed, and his knife split above Zhaoye's head, and the next moment, he heard the sound of a blade breaking the wind below, like a poisonous snake suddenly emerged from the darkness, in his mouth Throwing a poison letter.
He was taken aback and moved back quickly. The moment he stepped back, he saw the knife hidden under Zhao Ye's leg. The part of the woman's lower leg was replaced by a short knife by Xia Houyi. The skirt covered Zhao Ye's lower leg. No one found this hidden under the skirt. Murder. Now it showed her skirt as she bent her knees according to the night, flowing cold and brilliant light under the moon.
Dodging was too slow, and the blade made a dripping wound on his chest. The pain stimulated his nerves, and he lowered his head to see the blood dripping on his palm.
At the same time, Shen Wei softly said, "Into the circle."
Shen Wenxing was frightened and gritted his teeth. Mingyue embraced Jade, and did not dare to see the tragic separation of flesh and blood.
Xia Houzhen rolled back and leaped in front of Shen Xu. "Master, all right."
"No problem," Shen Min said.
"A cowardly coward," the assassins sneered, "is the dog walker in the East Factory just a virtue?"
Xia Houyi smiled lowly and said to Shen Shen behind him, "Master, would you please watch the fireworks?"
Shen Min glanced at him and said, "Young poor."
Xia Hou laughed, and clenched his fists, all the pulling wires trembled and buzzed in an instant, the invisible silk screen rose, the delicate silver light staggered, covering all the assassins. It was a Tian Luo Di net that could not go out all his life. Assassins looked at the killer silk around in shock, fear was like a cold snake swimming all over the body.
No one can survive from such a network. This is a stunt that Xia Houyi cannot copy.
"Pulling the fire with hundreds of ghosts," Xia Houxi whispered, "You all go well."
Xia Houzhen pulled the wire tightly, holding his fists in his chest. Killer silk swims and tightens silently in the air, like a huge cage shrinks in an instant. The assassins were torn apart one by one, blasted with blood, and glanced at them, as if countless gorgeous fireworks quietly bloomed in the darkness. The silver thread was dyed red with blood, and blood droplets flow rapidly along the thread. The cage finally collapsed to the center, and the silent assassin's eyes reflected the red silk grid, as if blooming flowers.
The wailing of the assassins rang through the mountain road, and the silky thread cut into the flesh and the sticky and cold sound of the bones. Xia Houxuan was relieved and turned to look at the injuries on Shen Min's body.
Suddenly, the silk thread on the ten fingers loosened suddenly, and in the middle of the silk screen, the splendid knife light burst.
He turned, his eyes tightening.
At the moment when the screen was shrunk to the center, Galloy gave out a knife. The dense blade of light spattered in his hands, fluttering like frost and snow flying in the air. Galoluo was shrouded in snow like a sword, and the wire was broken under his knife. The sound of the thread breaking was like a chord, rushing and raging. The last knife fell, and Jia Lou Luo stood still among them. The broken silk snowflakes fell on his shoulders, covering him with frost and snow.
No one could think of Gallo's knife reaching this point. He even cut off all the wires with a sharp knife. His speed surpassed the speed of the shrinkage of the machine wire, and the speed gave him the sharp sharpness of the knife. The machine wire was like thin hair under his knife, and it collapsed in a blink of an eye.
For the first time, Xia Houzhen felt the horror in this battle. The man stood in the blood of the dead body, silent but powerful like the evil ghost of Shura. Now that he has lost his chance, he must win him with a knife!
Shen drew up with difficulty, "I am with you."
"You sit down," Xia Houyi pulled out the step lotus behind his waist, and the black knife slid out of the scabbard silently. A lotus was blooming quietly on the knife, "I can't even protect my wife, what kind of man am I? "
"I'm your husband." Shen Min took his placket.
"I don't care, it's my daughter-in-law." Xia Houyi turned his placket back. "Good, wait for me here."
Xiao Xiao whispered in the forest, and Xia Houyi stepped on the blood and moonlight to the opposite of the assassin.
"Hey, have you seen someone who is tired of it? His knife is a bit slower than you." Xia Houyi asked.
Galauru ignored him and looked up at the moon in the sky. "Shen Yun is heavy for you or is it?"
Xiahou froze and replied, "Well, it is more important than life."
"That's better than me," Galloy retracted his eyes, held the knife in both hands, and crouched down deeply. "Life is a bet!"
Xia Houyi untied the knife belt and threw it on the ground, holding Bu Shenglian toward Gala Luo, the fascinating Yuehua poured on the black sword, there was an indescribable silence.
"please!"
In a quiet night, the two men summoned up, like two fighting wolves. Their bite was rapid and hurried, the sword light flashed under the moon, and the garments broke into pieces in the dislocation. No one can clearly see their sword, only to see the dazzling sword light flying like frost.
Only Xia Houzhen knew how powerful the enemy was. Fast round chopping exhausted all his strength, his speed was gradually slowing down, but Gallou's speed was increasing! In the white sword light, Galo Luo's shadow suddenly turned into a vague blackness. At the same time, he heard Galo Luo stop drinking, and the long sword struck the thundering thunder over his head. At that moment, he finally lost his rhythm, and his steps suddenly stagnated.
However, there was no time to breathe a sigh of relief, the next moment Galo Luo suddenly appeared behind him, holding the knife handle in his back.
Like a thunderbolt, the pain spread across his entire back, and he fell to the ground with a sweet taste of blood in his mouth.
"You can kill the abbot, but you can't kill me." Galo Luo looked down at him, the white porcelain mask indifferent, "You are too weak."
Xia Houyi struggled to stand up, and Galo Luo struck his head again. Two knives struck each other. Bu Shenglian beeped as if the patient was screaming dying.
"Are you so weak without a chance?" Gallou said, "Too weak, you will die, and the person you protect will die, let alone fight me."
Gala Luo is a beheading again! As if tens of thousands of ghosts swallowed the blade, Xia Houzhen lost the strength and rhythm of the counterattack and stepped back in his beating. The power of this horrible assassin, Shen Xiong, is like a mountain. At this moment, he is a fierce wolf that grinds his teeth and blood, and Xia Houzhen is just a dying sick beast.
To lose, to lose! Xia Houzhen had nothing to do, and their powers were too disparate, like a world of difference. The strength of this man is like ghosts and gods, how do mortals win over ghosts and gods!
Gala Luo had to cut it again. The dreary long knife made a line under the moon, and the tip was as cold as frost.
"Stop!" A loud drink rang out behind him, and Galalou turned around and saw Shen Kun stood up and limped forward. Shen Yan gritted his teeth and said, "I'll fight you!"
"Duke Lord!" Ti Qi guarded him in succession.
Galo Luo looked at him from afar, suddenly turned around and walked towards him.
"Hey ..." Xia Houyu took a spit of blood, and wiped her mouth up. "Your enemy is me, and I will not lose or die," Xia Houyu resumed his offensive posture, eyes next to the black knife. The sharpness seemed to cut everything, "Let's do it again!"
At that moment, he seemed to be back to the years when he was at the top of the black-faced Buddha many years ago, getting down again and again, getting up again and again, and yelling again and again. Both hands gave birth to thick cocoons in the sharpening of the handle, and the body was covered with scars in the beating. A silent assassin stood in front of him in the snow and snow, his eyes as silent as the ancient mirror staring at him, sending out a strong knife in the wind of sorrow.
Time seems to be a circle, flowing back to its place.
He suddenly remembered what the assassin had said to him under the clear blue sky many years ago-"Don't worry about Xiaoyu, if your knife can cut through the night, then it is indestructible."
Galolu stopped and turned around, and the youth who had no power to fight back in his hands suddenly changed, and something turbulent re-burned in Xiahou's body. Galo Luo clenched his knife, squatted slightly, and whispered, "Gallan Sword · Inverse Characters Cut with One Heart."
Xia Houyu also crouched down, and the black sword was across his chest.
The two men began to hedge at the same time, and the shattered sleeves carried the whistling night wind, and the whirling Xiao sound flowed sadly among them. They were like two moths, flying silently in the night sky.
If the blade in your hand is wielded by your beloved, can it cut through the deepest night and be hard to invade from then on?
In the darkness of Shen Ru pig iron, two people crossed the line, and the whistling of the blade cut off suddenly. Shen Yan and others saw two black shadows standing opposite each other, silent like two reefs. In the silence, people heard a "click", what was cracking. The mask on Galolu's face suddenly broke into two halves and fell to the ground, torn apart.
The broken hair flew, and people finally saw the face hidden behind the mask. He had big, dark eyes, a straight bridge of his nose and thin lips, a bit of fluorescent light on his right ear, and it was slightly shining in the dark.
"Hey, hold on," Xia Houyun turned around with a knife, "I'm fine now."
"reluctantly."
"Your uncle, you are so fierce that you almost thought you were going to kill me." Xia Houyi complained rubbing his shoulders.
Holding his hand out and rubbing his back, Xia Hou screamed in pain.
Shen Yan sighed, "Don't talk nonsense, they're out."
In the mist in the forest, eight assassins with black porcelain surfaces slowly walked out, as if the ghosts in the night had appeared.
Shen Wenxing was still scratching his head in the drum, "This ... what's going on? He's tired of it !? Also, how come another wave of assassins?"
"Did you not notice that Xiao Sheng stopped?" Shen Xuan said lightly. "They are sheaths, but now they are knives."
Xia Houyi and Chiyan walked towards the assassins one by one, and then people found out that the two of them were exactly the same in the moonlight. They moved forward slowly in unanimous steps. The black sword and the moment were a curved arc under the moon, flowing with a strange luster, like a woman's beautiful eyebrows.
Xia Houyi licked his teeth, and blood appeared in his eyes. "The two of our brothers send you… happy bliss!"