Chapter 13 The Twelfth Killer

When Jiang Duanxian heard this sentence, he already understood that at the same moment when the shadow said this sentence, his life and death were already in an instant. He was right. At this moment, a murderous long sword pierced his left back one-third of an inch below the shoulder blade, piercing his heart from his back in an instant.As long as his reaction is slow, he will surely die under this sword. Because his attention was completely attracted by this shadow, he didn't hear the movement behind him at all. When he heard the murderer's last footsteps, he could already feel the cold and murderous aura on the edge of the sword on his back. .

He is not dead. A person who has killed himself without counting is always particularly sensitive to this feeling. How many people has Jiang Duanxian killed in his life? His sensitivity to a murderous weapon is far stronger than that of a virgin's private parts to a man. At the moment of this breath of life and death, his toes turned in a "twisting horse" posture, his waist twisted low, and his body spun.The right hand has already drawn out the long knife, grasping the handle instead, and pushing it obliquely, the cold light of the blade has sunk into the murderer's waist.

No one can describe the power he unleashes when he rotates his body, and no one can describe the subtlety of this move. The most important thing is of course speed. Strength is speed, speed is power, and it is also the key between life and death.When Jiang Duanxian swung this impeccable knife, it had already decided the outcome between himself and the murderer. It's a pity that he still miscalculated one thing. When he heard the last footsteps of this murderer, he could almost calculate the height and weight of this murderer. With his rich experience accumulated after hundreds of battles, he had to calculate this person from the sound of a person's footsteps. It's not difficult at all.

Unexpectedly, he made a mistake this time. The murderer was not one person, but two. When a murderer stabs him with a fatal blow, his energy has been concentrated in the moves, and his feet will inevitably be heavy. Jiang Duanxian knows this very well, his judgment has always been very accurate, otherwise he would have died countless times. But he never imagined that the murderer was actually a petite woman and a dwarf with a broken leg. Tian Lingzi is a very good-looking woman, every part of her body is very well-proportioned, but she is only a size smaller than the others. Shepherd was smaller than she, a dwarf born with a deformity and missing a leg.

So the combined weight of the two of them is just about the same as a normal person's weight.If Mu Yanger was riding on Tian Lingzi's shoulders, the combined height of the two would be no different from a normal person. Shepherd has carefully calculated this point. To assassinate a master like Jiang Duanxian, every detail has to be calculated accurately. His purpose was to make Jiang Duanxian miscalculate. Tian Lingzi's waist was as soft as a snake, swallowing Jiang Duanxian's blade like a snake.The knife light disappeared, and when the knife light reappeared, it was already at the back of Tian Lingzi's waist.

His body has already flew out, soaring into the air.A stream of blood trees suddenly spewed out from the waist, and it scattered like flying flowers in an instant, turning into bloody flowers and blood rain flying down the sky. While the blood light was scattered, there was already a ghostly blood shadow flying towards Jiang Duanxian, driving a long whip like a fire snake, curling towards Jiang Duanxian's throat. This was the real fatal blow, because it was completely unexpected by Jiang Duanxian. When the rain of blood fell, Tian Lingzi also fell to the ground, but her body, which had seduced countless men, had been broken in two.

——Without the light of the blade, but with the edge of the blade passed, her person could still fly up for more than a foot, and did not break in two until it fell to the ground. What kind of knife technique is this? At this time, the blood-red snake had wrapped around Jiang Duanxian's throat, and then swung the whip tip back to hit Jiang Duanxian's eyes. This move is actually more poisonous than a poisonous snake, and the way Jiang Duanxian deals with this whip is something that Shepherd never thought of. He suddenly lowered his head, and bit the whip wrapped around his throat with his mouth. At the same time, he raised his hand, and held the whip tip with the handle of the knife in his hand.

This is not a sword technique, this move does not exist in all the sword techniques in the world. This trick is the essence of his wisdom, experience, physical strength and resilience. The most important point, of course, is the speed. Those who haven't seen his shot can't imagine his speed. But Mu Yang'er's reaction was not slow, and in this unstoppable moment, he had already made the most correct judgment and made a decision. ——He decided to "give up", to give up his whip, to give up the only weapon around him that could protect him. After the whip was let go, his man turned over in the air, seven feet out, his strength was almost exhausted, he had already broken a leg, the change in body style, of course, would not be as convenient as before.

Fortunately, he still had one leg, so he used this leg to touch Shadow's shoulder hard, then turned over in the air again, and used this force to pass through. As night fell, this short, mutilated man quickly disappeared into the darkness like a ghost. Jiang Duanxian turned his wrist and swung the knife. The wind of the knife whistled like a whistle, and blood droplets on the knife fell in a series. ——Have the wind chimes of the nearby people been vibrated? Jiang Duanxian turned around slowly, facing the shadow who had been standing there without changing his posture. "Why haven't you left yet?" he asked Shadow.

"Why should I leave?" Shadow said, "I will never see you again for the knife you just made. Even if you kill me, I won't leave." "You know I won't kill you?" "I probably know a little bit." Shadow said, "I don't want to kill you, so how could you kill me?" Jiang Duanxian stared at him for a long time, and only sighed when the coldness in his eyes gradually disappeared. "Yes, you really don't want to kill me." He had to admit that when he twisted his body and cut off the man's waist just now, the shadow had a chance to cut off his waist, and when the shepherd's long whip wrapped around his neck, the shadow had a better chance.

From the shadow's eyes and silence, Jiang Duanxian can certainly see that he is undoubtedly a first-class master. Jiang Duanxian really couldn't imagine why he didn't guard against him just now. The shadow was smiling, as if he had seen through what he was thinking, so he explained for him: "At that moment just now, you seem to have completely forgotten that there is a person like me here." The shadow said: "Because I am not A person is but a shadow." He smiled happily: "I think you probably believe by now that shadows never kill people." Jiang Duanxian didn't speak. After thinking for a long time in silence, he also said something that was difficult to understand. "You are not their shadow, they are your shadow," he said. "I don't understand that sentence." "Everyone wants to kill at times, but everyone has different reasons and purposes for killing." Jiang Duanxian said: "No matter what their motives for killing are, they are definitely out of the most primitive common needs of human beings." "rational." "From these murderers, you have seen the violent, impulsive, ignorant and vulnerable side of yourself. When you want to kill, you can control yourself, because their actions have eliminated the murderous intention in your heart. " Jiang Duanxian sighed and said, "In other words, they have already killed people for you, why do you need to kill people yourself?" The shadow had been thinking for a long time, and he sighed, "That's why you said, I am not their shadow, they are mine." "good." "Now I really understand the meaning of this sentence." Shadow said: "This sentence is really well said." There is no snow tonight, but the starlight is as light as snow, lightly shining on the shadow's face. His face looked more tired and older. At this moment, the most legendary killer "Shadow" in the arena has completely disappeared, and now he is nothing more than an old and tired flower seller. Even an old flower seller will disappear soon.It was as if there had never been such a person in this world. But Jiang Duanxian never let him disappear. "Wait a minute." He used voice and action to keep the old man at the same time: "I will let you go, but you should let me understand something first." His voice is strong and determined, and his actions undoubtedly speak louder than his voice. This shadowy old man was left alone. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Who are you?" Jiang Duanxian stared at him: "Your identity, your martial arts, your name, and what you looked like before you changed your name and disguise, I want to know all these things." Not only he wants to know, but also many people in Jianghu want to know what kind of person this mysterious shadow is when he is not a "shadow". This is of course his biggest secret.He was unwilling to answer this question, and it was difficult to avoid it. Jiang Duanxian's eyes were like a knife, pressing on his throat and eyebrows. His figure began to float as if it were really a shadow. "Mr. Jiang," he said, "I always thought you were a gentleman, and it seems that a gentleman should not probe other people's privacy." What he said gradually became sharper: "And you seem to have two identities, I believe Jiang Duanxian must not want others to pry into his secret about Peng Shisandou." Jiang Duanxian suddenly laughed. "I'm not a gentleman, but at least I can be regarded as a very reasonable person." "A reasonable person is very close to a gentleman." The flower seller's shadow smiled again. "Then can you tell someone who is very close to Junzi your name?" Jiang Duanxian continued to smile, "After all these things, I should at least know your name." Shadow didn't answer, but instead asked, "What else do you want to know?" Rhetorical questions are usually one of the best answers, so Jiang Duanxian really missed the previous question. The second question is: "Adding four zeros after the word 'five' is not a small sum, and the prices of Muyang'er and Tian Lingzi are not cheap." Jiang Duanxian asked, "Who would spend so much money to kill me?" Of course, this is also a secret, and any killer with professional ethics will never reveal this kind of secret. "Mr. Jiang, I think you must also know that if I leak the employer's secrets, no one will hire me again." Shadow said, "It's not only about my reputation and passbook, but also affects my the rules." "yes." Jiang Duanxian had to admit this, but what the shadow said next surprised him. "I shouldn't have told you the two things you want to know." Shadow said, "But I can make an exception for you." "why?" "Because from now on, the shadow will disappear completely." He said, "The same goes for Gu Hengbo!" "Gu Hengbo?" Jiang Duanxian asked: "Are you talking about Mr. Meishan who is famous for his three masterpieces of 'poetry, calligraphy, and painting'?" "yes." "Why did he suddenly disappear?" What the shadow said surprised Jiang Duanxian again, he said it word by word. "Because Gu Hengbo is me." Gu Hengbo, thirty-seven years old, a son of an aristocratic family. The Gu family in Gusu is a prominent family, very rich and noble, with many good ministers and celebrities, and even a few knight-errants who are popular for a while, but no matter how you look at it, Gu Hengbo is the most famous one among them. His calligraphy and painting are exquisite, and his poems are famous. He was recognized as a child prodigy in the south of the Yangtze River when he was seven years old.When he was less than thirty years old, Shilin Yiyuan respectfully called him Mr. Meishan. For a person like him, no one would associate him with the brutal violence in the world. But now a mysterious killer said, "Gu Hengbo is me." Who can believe this sentence? Jiang Duanxian believed it. He knew this kind of person very well. If he didn't speak, what he said would never be a lie. "So are you saying that Mr. Meishan will also disappear from now on?" "yes." "This is really a pity." Jiang Duanxian sighed: "I probably shouldn't ask about this matter at all." "You have already asked, and I will answer." Gu Hengbo said lightly: "These things are not important now." "Where's your employer?" Jiang Duanxian asked again: "A person like you, why would you reveal his secret? Could it be that he will disappear too?" "He won't." Gu Hengbo followed with sadness: "But no matter what kind of person he was before, he will never see anyone again in the future." "why?" "Because he has probably fallen into the hands of the shepherd now." Gu Hengbo said, "Whoever falls into the hands of the shepherd will never be alone again?" "In the past, who was he in the past?" "She is a very strange woman, but also a very beautiful woman." Gu Hengbo said: "Her name is Liu Banban."