Chapter 397: killing is an art

Chapter 397: killing is an art

  Chapter 397 Killing is an art

  Nie Changliu was stunned. He really didn't expect that such a master who made him feel like he was facing an abyss, would trip over a corpse, and, it seemed, the fall was quite heavy.

"Walk!"

  Nie Changliu made a quick decision, picked up Xu Feifei and ran away.

  However, he stopped just as soon as he took a step. The man holding the sword had appeared in front of him at some point, squatting on the ground, picking up the broken limbs on the ground, and slowly putting them together.

  Nie Changliu's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he took a step back while holding Sauvignon Blanc.

  At this moment, Xu Feifei in his arms said weakly: "Nie...Nie Changliu, can...put me down? Don't throw it away, I was really seriously injured!"

  Nie Changliu twitched the corner of his mouth, gently put Xu Feifei down, looked at the master who was holding a sword but meticulously pieced together the corpse, and said vigilantly: "Who is your Excellency, who is Nie Changliu in Xingtianfu."

The man holding the sword ignored Nie Changliu, but picked up the last arm slowly, as if muttering, and said: "Killing is an art, you are still far behind, and you have squandered everything. The corpse, so many living works of art, have been ruined by you, what a pity, what a pity!"

  Nie Changliu couldn't bear a chill, this man is really abnormal.

   Xu Feifei, who was half lying on the ground, was startled suddenly, and said: "You are a little red in the Central Plains!"

   Central Plains is a little red!

There was a buzzing sound in Nie Changliu's head. He has been in the world for many years, especially after the establishment of Xingtian Mansion, he paid more attention to the affairs of the world. Zhongyuan Yidianhong, who had disappeared for many years, reappeared in the world and killed Long The Hushan real person caused a sensation, he couldn't possibly not know about it.

  Because of this incident, he specially got to know Zhongyuan Dianhong, one of the strongest killers in the world, and also the most mysterious killer. The reason why he ranked third was because of his excessive mystery.

   Zhongyuan Yidianhong, a killer who pursues perfect killing.

Anyone who died in the hands of Zhongyuan Dianhong died very simply, just like what Zhongyuan Dianhong said, killing people is an art, so whoever he kills is an art. There is a different kind of beauty.

  Central Plains is a little red, just a nickname.

   This nickname comes from the people who committed suicide. Each of them has a little red between their brows, just like the sun setting in the evening, a little far away, without any other wounds or struggles.

  Nie Changliu held Sauvignon Blanc tightly, planning to fight desperately.

Zhongyuan Yidianhong stood up, looked at the other messy corpses, sighed, looked at Nie Changliu, and said, "It's really a pity, you are so reckless, you want to kill people, you look for me, why are you so wasteful. "

  Nie Changliu said coldly: "What exactly do you want?"

  Since he knew that the other party was a little red in the Central Plains, Nie Changliu didn't expect the other party to sell Xing Tianfu's face. After all, the other party dared to provoke even Longhushan, so how could he be afraid of Xing Tianfu.

Zhongyuan Dianhong shook his head and said: "It's nothing, I just feel bad seeing you wasting so many corpses, but you are better than all of them combined. In order to make up for my regret, I decided to make you a corpse." Perfect corpse!"

  Nie Changliu raised his eyebrows and slashed his chest.

  At this moment, a plain voice came from a distance: "I heard that no one can hide from the sword of the Central Plains, just like my sword, and no one can hide from it. Come and ask for advice today!"

   Before the words fell, two white shadows came on the wind, like gods descending from the earth, and slowly fell beside Nie Changliu.

  Nie Changliu breathed a sigh of relief, and complained: "Boss, if you come later, you won't be able to see me!"

  Qin Keqing glanced at Nie Changliu, then at Gu Qingci, without saying a word.

  Gu Qingci smiled slightly, patted Nie Changliu on the shoulder, took out a few jade bottles from his arms, and said, "Let's save people first, by the way, there is still one alive over there."

   Lying in a pool of blood, Yang Huaheng was shaken, and suddenly wanted to cry. Finally, someone remembered him, and he was about to bleed dry.

  Nie Changliu withdrew Sauvignon Blanc, turned and left.

  Gu Qingci looked at Zhongyuan Dianhong, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said: "Central Yuan Dianhong, who has admired his name for a long time, saw him today, and he really lived up to the name of madman."

  Zhongyuan Yidianhong sighed deeply, and said: "Sword Immortal Gu Qingci, the world has said that you look like an exiled immortal from heaven, and now it seems that you are just like ordinary people, unable to appreciate real art."

  Gu Qingci has also heard of Zhongyuan Dianhong’s name, knowing that this person is a complete lunatic, and he is unwilling to argue with him, so he said lightly: "Because of the different ways of personal relationships and different pursuits, today, you might as well give it a try!"

  Zhongyuan Yidianhong shook her head and said: "You appear here, I can't kill people perfectly, this time, don't kill me, save it for the next time."

   "Save it for next time?" Gu Qingci twitched his cheeks. This Zhongyuan Dianhong is really a veritable lunatic. He is probably the only one in the world who can talk about murder as plain and natural as three meals a day.

"Do you think there is another time for you?" Gu Qingci sneered and reached out, the Mochou sword on Nie Changliu's back was unsheathed leisurely. He didn't want to eliminate demons and defend the world, but simply wanted to kill the Central Plains. Hong, he couldn't bear the thought that there might be a great cultivator of Destiny Realm, the world's top killer, in the secret of Xingtian Mansion at any time.

   "There will be a chance, I..."

Before the Zhongyuan Dianhong finished speaking, a sword qi was like a shooting star across the sky. The sword was cold and brilliant, lighting up the entire night sky. Countless stars descended, cherry blossoms fell under the starry sky, and the whole world became silent.

  At the same time, Qin Keqing also drew his sword out of its sheath, the sword energy was like light and electricity, shuttled past, and a snow-white figure, like snowflakes slowly falling, froze the whole world.

   This is Gu Qingci and Qin Keqing's swords at the same time, and it is also the first time the two have cooperated. Without discussing, they blocked the various routes of Zhongyuan Dianhong's retreat very tacitly, and the two swords pierced Zhongyuan Dianhong's body at the same time.

  The sword energy dissipated, Gu Qingci and Qin Keqing looked at each other, and a trace of surprise flashed in their eyes.

  The swords of both of them were stabbed, but neither of them was stabbed.

   What was stabbed was just a piece of human skin, which immediately collapsed into a ball and fell to the ground without even a drop of blood.

   "What's going on?" Nie Changliu exclaimed.

Gu Qingci gently pulled Mo Chou Sword back, looked at the gap in strength on the blade and the crack in the middle, and sighed. The last time he fought with Zhao Shanhe, Mo Chou Sword was almost destroyed, but it was barely It still works.

   "Central Plains is a little red, well-deserved reputation, no wonder Longhushan can't catch him!"

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  (end of this chapter)