Swordsman and Assassin!
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"Ugh! Looks like I've lost this battle!!!”A moment later, Jing Ke finally couldn't stand the wind and snow anymore and knelt on the ground. Blood spurted out from his chest and dripped into the snow. He was a person who had never been defeated.。。The undefeated sword, the assassin who carried the name of the world's number one, experienced the feeling of death for the first time.。。。He had to admit that he had been defeated by the same sword user.
"I... It doesn't count as a win!" His eyes were cold and his voice was cold. Although he didn't fall, the red sword was covered in cracks. Blood flowed out of the hand holding the sword, dyeing his white sleeve red. The blood once again filled up the red sword's flaws. The hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble. The meridians in his hand were broken, and he couldn't hold the sword in his hand.。。。For a swordsman…It was equivalent to losing his life.
"I'm sorry... I can't stop the last sword!" Although his back was facing him and he couldn't see the guilt in his eyes, he could hear from his tone that losing the hand holding the sword was equivalent to losing his life for a swordsman. Jing Ke had no doubt that the swordsman in front of him had no respect for the sword.。。。He had an incomparable persistence, and he was unwilling to give up his sword until the moment his sword cut through the tendons of his hand.
"If you had held back, you would be a dead man now!!”His tone was nonchalant. A true swordsman would never mind losing his hand.。。Even if he lost his right hand, he still had his left hand. Such a battle was worth it since he only lost an arm.。。。However, he would never allow the swordsman he acknowledged to have any reservations about his sword. If he did so, he would not be able to gain his approval.。。Die!
"Hah!" A moment of heaviness and a long silence turned into a light laugh.。。。。。
After the final battle, there was respect that had nothing to do with victory or defeat. They also carried a sword that could not be put down. Although they were two different people, they had the same year. Perhaps this was the only way to understand each other's thoughts. In the snowstorm, the two figures who should have risked their lives to fight were.。。They supported each other and gradually traveled in the snow, leaving only the desolate beauty in the white snow, evidence of the previous danger.
Half a month later…
There were many people in the bustling town. Even at night, only a light was needed to create a lively atmosphere. Above the inn, it was quiet at night. Only at the highest point could one enjoy a trace of peace. The cold wind blew, and the coldness penetrated the body. The white moon fell, and a pale figure lay on the roof, staring coldly at the red light reflected by the moon and stars. The light and careful footsteps startled her pale eyebrows.
"I'm leaving!"
" Huh???" Pu sat on the roof and suddenly spoke. The cold witness couldn't help but open his eyes. His eyes were still cold as he looked at the person in front of him. He still had that idiotic smile. He still looked like he didn't care, but there was no fear in his eyes. Perhaps, only when his sword pierced through his chest would he see a trace of fear towards death.
"This time... You will die!" After looking at each other for a long time, a trace of bafflement appeared in his cold eyes. After half a month of interaction, Bai Wu already knew that his target was that person. He wanted that person's life. It was true.。。He needed the courage to be fearless of death. He did not have the chance to do so even though he was completely unharmed.。。。Now that he had been severely injured by the red sword, he would definitely die.
"I know... But... I still want to go!" On the way, the wind is blowing, the water is cold, and the strong man will never come back.。。。The number one assassin in the world that was praised in history was actually…。。。Not a qualified one, at least.。。。In Bai Wu's eyes, this assassin was not a qualified assassin. However, this did not seem to be the history that he was familiar with. Did history deceive the descendants, or did the descendants misinterpret history?
"Leave the name of the person you want to kill!!!”Silence…His cold eyes closed again, as if he knew that it was useless to say more. The swordsman didn't want to say more, only a trace of confusion appeared in his mind.。。。It seemed that a similar scene had happened before. Someone had said goodbye to him. Although there was no subsequent scene, he had a feeling that he would not return.
"Hahaha! Your job…Since when did it become helping others take their lives!!”He laughed loudly, as if he was trying to hide something in his heart.。。。
"Your jokes have not improved at all as usual! It's so boring and ridiculous!" A joke that wasn't funny but could make people laugh. Perhaps it was another realm of jokes! Although it was not a funny joke at all, perhaps.。。At least, the swordsman didn't find it funny at all. However, after hearing it so many times, he felt that it was different when it disappeared.
"Hah! You have no sense of humor either.。。。。You should know who I want to kill the most!!!”At some point, two opponents who were originally at odds with each other even fought with their lives.。。He had lost his most important arm as a swordsman.。。。He had almost lost his life, but at this moment, he seemed determined to walk towards death. Bickering seemed to have become the connection between the two of them.。。。
" I won't kill him!" His reply was calm and his tone was still cold. Jing Ke understood that as long as Bai Wu spoke, everything was predestined and would never be changed. He said that he would not kill them all. He would not change his mind because of any factors.。。。
"You... you're not even close. He was not someone who would fear his identity!!”Actually... Jing Ke was curious why a swordsman who had the same eyes as him, a swordsman who had this incomparably strange sword technique, should not be afraid of anyone.。。When he knew his goal, he often chose to avoid it. Was he really afraid of that person?？No, no, no. At least Jing Ke didn't think so.
"A person saved me seven times, I want to return it to him.。。。"I killed him with my own hands once, but I spared his life. This is the second time. I made the decision myself. As long as he's alive and that person doesn't provoke me, I won't kill him!!”He had never mentioned his worries to anyone, but in front of the person in front of him, who could no longer be considered an opponent or a friend, he said it.
That person always stood before his family and country. He had once wanted to kill him with his own hands, but he had still spared his life.。。。He had survived four lives, so he should be grateful to him. Although there was no kinship, he still had a favor.。。He pointed at it and returned it to him. That was all, perhaps.。。。He would have taken his life when the debt was repaid, but at the very least…。。。Not now.
(Note: Think about how to make Jing Ke tease a pig's trotter? Hehe, alright! I'm evil! However, a determined swordsman still needed an opponent. Although the opponent's life was very short, it had a huge impact on Pork Knuckle. After all, Pork Knuckle's personality couldn't be so cold all the time.。。Haha! You know that!)
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