Chapter 232 (2/2)

The moonlight was like silver and spread on the deserted street. The images of the two Taoist priests were ghosts integrated into the moonlight and shot at Arle's room without making any sound.

Wu Cheng opened his eyes and shot down.

The two figures came quickly, but suddenly stopped in the hotel courtyard, because they found a strange phenomenon, that is, there were more figures in the empty courtyard, as if they suddenly appeared, and as if they had been poking in the heart of the courtyard, which was strange and never like a person.

He had a white snake around his neck and a knife in his hand.

Both of them were subconsciously shocked, and their murderous eyes focused on Wu Cheng. From his eyes to his snake, from his snake to his knife, their eyes were cold. They knew that the person in front of them was not the goal of tonight, but the person in front of them was definitely the biggest obstacle to tonight's action.

They were like hungry wolves who saw elephants. They flashed a struggle on their faces and wanted to put down the blocked ucheng, but they smelled invincible in ucheng's eyes, but if they withdrew, it would be difficult to reply to the master.

When they hesitated, Wucheng had opened his mouth coldly: ”leave the hand holding the knife and kill!”

Poor words broke all their hesitation and felt that the man's dignity was seriously provoked. They looked at each other and rushed to Wucheng. The knife in their hand was as cold as lightning.

Wu Cheng stared like a dead man, with contempt frozen in the corners of his mouth.

He took a small step forward, and the broken knife in his hand slid obliquely upward in an arc, which seemed to be an attack, but somehow he came to the eyes of the two people. The two people were surprised at the same time and waved their knives left and right to Wucheng.

Wucheng has never been tolerant and never gives his opponent a way to live. His knife flashed again and passed through their wrists. The knife without blade clearly heard the bone scraping sound. The two men looked down and saw that their wrists had become flesh and blood blurred. Looking up at Wucheng's face, they showed admiration and fear in their eyes, and hurried back after screaming.

But they are fast and Wucheng is faster.

The seemingly slow hand, but with the accompanying terrorist effect, Wu Cheng's simple forward stabbing action first smashes their thoughts of escape, and then life and consciousness.

The two men fell back and forth. Before they struggled to stand up, they saw that Wucheng had come near. They opened their mouths to express what they wanted, and even sold their master to seek a way to live. But finally they found that Wucheng didn't care about their identity and origin. For him, those who rashly stepped into this small courtyard were enemies and damned people.

After the tip of the knife enters the meat, there is an endless flow of blood.

Wu Cheng didn't even look. He stood up and ran back to the tree.

By dawn, the blood had dried up and the body smelled slightly. The first one who exclaimed was the waiter of the small hotel, then the boss, and then all kinds of tourists. When Duan Xin came out of the room, he saw the boss sitting on the ground and said, ”dead, dead, I'm finished.”

Who died?

The boss murmured, ”it's from the temple.”

”Master...”

At this time, rahan knelt in front of master Xigu's leg with tears on his face and said, ”I've seen that those boys are villains. Now they really killed people. Pity the two younger martial brothers, ah...”

Even though master Xigu knew he was adding fuel and vinegar, he was still quite shocked by the incident. Rahan had no ability to understand, but they were both his disciples. They didn't dare to be one of the best, but they were absolutely not bad. How could they be killed in one move?

Rahan said, ”the two younger martial brothers heard about their wild behavior in the temple. They were worried about their misconduct in sacrifice. They just wanted to investigate their origin.”