Central Plains Swordsman
Chapter 11 The Poet of Death
Yu Jin remained silent. Mouths muttering. Apparently he spoke to his students using the science of holding sound through abdominal energy. It's great! Others cannot hear. A sign of his inner energy has reached a high level of "Jiu Cien, the energy in the person is quite strange and difficult to measure the low high. He must be a top-class swordsman. We have to be careful, you don't step away from me once in a while."
"Jiu Cien, I'm old, it's been more than half a century. I've lived in regret since Xiahou Dun died lest I had disobeyed my words, if only I and Big Brother Guan Xing would have settled down with Xiahou Dun and Brother Wei Hu maybe we could still shoulder to shoulder to save the Golden Dragon Party, or if we had to die, even if we had to, dying in battle is the noblest choice for a swordsman.
"But the rice is already porridge. I'm sorry, feeling guilty. Although my heart was somewhat comforted to have met Xiahou Dun's brother before his death. He died because I promised to carry out his three commandments. If I die tonight, then you have to do the three tasks because they're a college order."
Yu Jin's story stopped. There was a scream of two people following each other. His voice builds rome feathers. The following moment, two shadow figures rushed in, bringing forth strong winds. Sima Yi and Mei Chu moved a whip, almost simultaneously "Because you're a demon!" shouted Mei Chu.
The curse was followed by the excited cries of Mei Chu because her sword hit the target of the human body. Sima Yi's circular punch that contained a tremendous amount of energy hit the chest of the other opponent. Blood was spilling everywhere.
The two enemies had already been defeated, so easily. All eyes glared at the two corpse figures lying in the room. It turned out that they were two small merchant parents. A gaping wound in the chest right at the heart. Blood washed all over his body. They were savagely killed then their corpses were thrown inside, which made Mei Chu and Sima Yi careless.
"Nasty bastard!" The two disciples of Mei Chu threw their faces away, unable to bear the sight of the monstrous corpse. Moreover, the two parents were not from among the warriors. They are ordinary people who cannot be silat. Mei Chu took his two disciples, Mei Lin and Mei Lan. "You must not go far from your teacher"
Yu Jin and Jiu Cien didn't really care.
At first glance looking at the two corpses, Yu Jin took a look at Jiu Cien. But before he opened his mouth, Sima Yi's voice sounded. "Sister Yu Jin, Mei Chu, take a look at this, what weapon is this that can make a hole in a human chest, maybe some kind of drill."
The two warriors approached and watched the corpse. The wound is the same, right in the heart. It looks like the weapon went through the chest, spun around and******* crushed bone and flesh around the left chest. "Maybe true, the weapon is a kind of drill but clearly controlled with great inner power" Yu Jin said.
"To my knowledge, there has never been a swordsman in the central plains who used such a strange weapon" Mei Chu added
The bald man aka The Iron Hand interjected, "According to people's stories, over the past few months, the verse of Death has always left a living witness. And those who witnessed the heinous murder never mentioned a weapon, they said the man flashed like a demon, his movements were very fast and he always acted with his bare hands. It's possible, tonight's a special night so he's using a gun"
At that moment everyone was off guard. They were scattered and no longer in the circle.Suddenly there was a noisy squeaking sound. Sima Yi shouted. "Back to the circle again!"
The squeaking sound had already filled the room. The weapon is almost invisible. The cone-shaped death drill is the size of a thumb, controlled with a rope so thin it is almost invisible. There are four death drill. The weapon was spinning like a top and snatching to and fro at high speed
Everyone is panicking. Busy convoluted from the deadly weapons attack. Caci maki and swearing came out of the swordsmen's mouths. Not long. Not until a drink of tea, there was a scream and a shrill pain.
The next moment the weapon disappeared. Came suddenly, went very suddenly. The atmosphere was silent.The verse of Death remained invisible stem of his nose.
Two bodies on the ground. Fresh blood was still pouring from the hole in his chest. Warsaw and the Iron Hand! Two warriors who are hostile to each other, now die together without ever knowing the face of the killer.
Everybody look at each other. Like nothing ever happened because it happened so fast. Everyone agrees that demonic science is very high. Without showing himself he was able to take the lives of two warriors in front of the eyes of eight other warriors.
Sima Yi looked at Yu Jin and Mei Chu.
The death drill terror was still imagined His voice as if it was still squeaking in Mei Chu's ear slamming his legs, so upset. "Crazy, what a cunning and vile killer" The god's swordsman yelled, "Sneaky bastard, come out you, face me."
Mei Chu's voice was like thunder in the middle of a silent night The echo of that voice was reflected to and fro. An exhibition of the inner energy of a first-class swordsman The atmosphere returned to silence. A handsome young man and seemingly in company with Mei Chu, said as he saluted the warriors. "We should not be provoked, the attack of the devil will come again. Four lives have been lost, there is still another one that he seeks before dawn, one of us. Then we better be ready to face it."
"Rightly what Secauci said, we'd better all be ready in the group." Saying so Mei Chu pulled her two beautiful disciples, drawing closer to her.
Secauci held his friend's arm. "Sister Matauci, we must shoulder to shoulder to survive." The burly man was a mangosteen. He pulled out the sword from behind the back of "We'd better stay side by side, brother. Whatever happens, don't let us be apart."
Sima Yi joined Yu Jin and Jiu Cien. The eight warriors were divided into two groups but not far from each other.
All prepared. Waiting!
