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Chen Leng stood up and looked at the scholar who was stepping over and slowly adjusted his breathing. He had been hitting for a long time. He started hitting the doctors and the guys in the front hall were all let go of them. Then he passed the courtyard. There were twenty-five killers in the courtyard, all of whom could rank in the top thirty in the Fengwen Hall. People would be tired after all, but Chen Leng didn't feel that he wouldn't be able to hold on.

If you are afraid, you will not be able to shake off Mr. Chen and they will come alone.

There is a girl in this world named Chen Chayan, who is Chen Leng’s belief.

Whoever hurts her in this world has only one thing to do.

On the road at the foot of the mountain that day, Cha Ye stood in the wind with his broken armor and stood in the cold all night, just wanting him to sleep for a while.

So today's killings came.

As he said to Zhuang Yong, he has never been a typical soldier. If so, he should be waiting for Zhuang Yong's news at this moment. The navy army is outside, so he should ignore the love between children.

Few people know what the scholar's name is, including most people in Fengwen Hall only know that his name is Gui Shusheng. This name is very sinister, just like the person.

The ghost scholar has always looked down on the low old man and thought he was very useless. Perhaps everyone in this world missed the youthful spirits when they were older. In fact, most people did not have any energy when they were young, and they were ordinary and mediocre. At most, they fantasized about how great they were.

The calm and cold boy is also full of energy.

"You are a general."

The ghost scholar stopped a few meters away from Chen Leng, as if he was a little concerned about the black thread knife in Chen Leng's hand. Before, Chen Leng killed the strong man and killed the old man, including the twenty-five people in the courtyard, and looked carefully. He was always wary of his peers, so when he could see clearly, he would definitely not waste opportunities. His peers were all people who used money to kill people, and as long as someone paid for money, these people would come to kill him, so seeing clearly was a way to save his life.

"yes."

Chen Leng answered.

The ghost scholar was silent for a while and asked, "The general shouldn't be like you."

Chen Leng ignored this time because he thought this sentence was idiotic.

"I haven't killed the general yet."

The ghost scholar raised his head and looked at the general who didn't look like a general: "There are many taboos for killers. It is wise to try not to take on matters involving the government. So I decided to give up again and again. Although your head is valuable... I always felt that I was a calm person and would think more about everything. Your head is valuable, which means that you are trying to kill you. In other words, you are very important in the court. Killing someone like you will have many troubles."

Chen Leng asked: "So what?"

"So you shouldn't point me."

The ghost scholar said seriously: "If you don't point to me, I won't come over, you won't die, and I won't have so many troubles in the future."

Chen Leng nodded: "The analysis makes sense."

The ghost scholar had a book in his left hand and never put down a folding fan in his right hand, but he was inserted at the waist.

"Your knife is fast, but your knife is not long enough."

The ghost scholar raised the book in his chest, took half a step forward with his left foot and slightly bent his right leg. This position allows him to exert force at any time, whether forward or backward.

The ghost scholar held the book with his left hand and placed his right hand on the page: "This distance, your knife cannot reach me."

Then his right hand suddenly wiped forward on the page, and a piece of the page immediately flew out. The pages did not fly in a straight line, but at first glance, they should have been tilted. Then, after a breath, the page streaked over a month and a half and slashed towards the cold throat.

Chen Leng slashed with a knife, and the page was cut off one by one, making a crisp sound.

The pages of the book are of course not paper.

The ghost scholar took a deep breath: "You have good judgment, but what about more?"

So his right hand kept pushing forward, and pages of the book were rotating and flying out. Each page was rotating fast and making people feel heart-wrenching, and the arc of each page was also different. His technique had already reached an incredible level, but no matter how large the arc of these pages were flying, they would eventually fall on Shen Leng accurately.

The dense pages of the book swept towards Chen Leng, and Chen Leng had no choice but to use his knife.

With one sword, more than one page fell, but the pages were thin, and Guishusheng did not need to exert any force. Chen Leng's black-line knife was 45 kilograms. Besides, he had been fighting for a while. The book in Gui Shusheng's hand was very thick, and maybe thousands of pages could be, so it seemed that he didn't have to do anything else. This book could make Chen Leng unable to lift the knife. Without the knife, Chen Leng would die.

The black line knife left straight and bright marks in the air, and the pages of the book were cut open one by one, and the attack was so storm that it was not airtight, but the one who suffered the loss was cold and cold.

"You can't hold on for long."

The ghost scholar saw that Chen Leng's movements were a little slower, so he became more confident.

In fact, he was very impressed by an opponent like Chen Leng. He was thinking before that if he changed himself, he could kill this from the front hall in one breath. Even if he made an excuse for himself, the answer was still no. He was sure that Chen Leng might still be able to kill him without the long-term battle before, but now Shen Leng is already tired and must be very tired.

This is also the reason why he came over after a while of careful consideration at the door. He judged that Chen Leng could not kill him at this moment.

The book gradually became thinner, and at least one quarter of the pages had sprinkled into the cold, and then there were two or three hundred pages. The cold knife had become slower and slower, and a piece of the book had already drawn a hole in his shoulder.

"goodbye."

The ghost scholar smiled.

"good."

Chen Leng answered.

Both of them seemed very polite.

At this moment, the ghost scholar saw Chen Leng's left hand reaching into his arms to take out something, looking like a scabbard of a small knife, and then Chen Leng threw the scabbard towards him and passed through the dense pages of the book.

"childish."

The ghost scholar kept moving his hands, and seven or eight pages of the book were rotating and hitting the scabbard. Even if the scabbard had a little weight, it would not be impossible to stop it. However, at this moment, the scabbard suddenly stopped and hovered in the air, and then quickly flew back towards Chen Leng.

It was at this moment that the ghost scholar saw a thin line on the scabbard. His attention was on the scabbard, so there would be no more pages to attack Chen Leng. Chen Leng's body was empty. The seven or eight pages of the pages attacking the scabbard could not find the target and collided in the air. Chen Leng threw the scabbard upwards, and then waved his black line knife.

The scabbard fell, and everyone's attention was on the scabbard. The cold black-line knife hit the scabbard like a baton. There was no doubt that the scabbard would go straight to the ghost scholar at a super fast speed.

The ghost scholar stared at the scabbard with wide eyes. As long as the scabbard flew over, he believed that he would dodge.

However, Shen Leng was empty.

The scabbard fell to the ground with a click, and the ghost scholar almost burst into laughter.

puff!

The black thread knife pierced into his heart.

Chen Leng didn't want to swing the knife to hit the sheath, the scabbard was just a cover. The ghost scholar only stared at the scabbard and did not stare at the black line knife... Chen Leng's baton-like action was to throw the black line knife out. The knife instantly penetrated the ghost scholar's heart, and with huge force, it hit the ghost scholar's body and flew back several meters.

With a bang, the black thread knife stabbed the ground, and the ghost scholar's body slowly slid down.

He faced the sky, thinking that this guy was so sinister.

The ghost scholar lost his strength and hung on both sides, and the booklet fell down, and more than half of the pages remained unused.

Chen Leng walked over and pulled the black-line knife out of his heart, and blood came out like a fountain. Gui Shusheng's body twitched for a moment. This feeling of emptiness in his heart was really uncomfortable. At this moment, he couldn't feel the pain, but his eyelids became heavier and his breathing became weaker and weaker. He wanted to breathe hard, but his body seemed to be no longer controlled.

"You're shameless."

The ghost scholar looked a little regretful: "Actually, what I am most powerful is the fan, not the book."

Chen Leng's black thread knife was scratched by the tip of the knife, and the tip of the knife cut open the ghost scholar's throat.

"Well... don't want to see it."

Chen Leng turned around and walked back, looking a little tired. His steps were no longer as stable as before. The height of his soles and ground leaving the ground was far from when he was full of energy.

The ghost scholar lay there looking at the sky, his eyes never closed.

Chen Leng walked back to his original position and bent down to pick up the scabbard of the hunting knife. He blew the soil on it and took it back in his arms with great care. He patted it with his hands, then looked at Lin Luoyu and asked, "Is there any handkerchief?"

Lin Luoyu opened her mouth and stood there, thinking that this person was indeed a lunatic.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Chen Leng turned around and looked at the woman wearing a dark green long dress holding a dark green oil paper umbrella not far away: "Do you have it?"

The woman frowned: "Why ask me?"

Chen Leng had no choice but to explain: "I think only women will bring handkerchiefs when they go out."

After saying that, I remembered that there was a woman here, so I looked at the little girl behind the Taohua Owner. The girl who had been arrogant and domineering before was huddled behind the Taohua Owner, and she was trembling slightly, unable to control her trembling. She was so cold that she killed too many people and was too cruel. When the old man was chopped up by a hundred knives, she was already scared to death.

In her eyes, coldness is not a person.

"well......"

Chen Leng sighed, thinking that it was really bad for women to be from their enemies, and he couldn't even ask for a handkerchief.

He squatted down and tore off a piece of clothing from the strong man to wipe his hands, wiped the handle of the knife, and then wiped it clean, and then tied the knife to his right hand. While doing these, he said to himself: "The material of this clothing is not good, and it is a bit thick to wipe the hands, but it is better to have a handkerchief, delicate and soft."

Lin Luoyu felt that he was not only a lunatic, but also a lunatic among lunatics.

Chen Leng tied the knife and turned around and looked at the woman in a dark green dress: "Is it your time?"

He thought for a while: "The scholar just now was a seventh, where are you?"

The woman was stunned and thought to herself that the ghost scholar was obviously three.

"I'll do it."

There was someone talking in the one-size room. A man in a cloth clothes walked out of it. His steps were not fast and steady. He had no weapons in his hand and did not look unusual. If he was holding a hoe in his hand, he was a farmer, an iron fork in his hand, a hunter, and a net in his hand, he was a fisherman.

He walked past the woman and reached out. The woman put down the dark green oil paper umbrella and pulled it out. The handle of the umbrella was a sword.

With the sword in his hand, he is not a farmer, hunter, fisherman.

He is a swordsman.
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