Sleeping Arhat

Chapter 150 Midnight Assassin
Wu Xian closed his eyes slowly again, took a deep breath quietly, his chest and abdomen swelled slightly, and then he used the turtle's breath method, but he clenched his hands into fists and hid in the bed, he seemed to be still In snoring.

The black-clothed leader gritted his teeth and made a soft creaking sound. He glanced at the black-clothed man below him. Anger surged in his eyes, and he cursed someone in his heart, saying: "What are you talking about sending elite disciples to help? I think it's just a bunch of idiots." Pig, even this little thing can't do well.

He looked down again, but there was still no movement in the house. It was obvious that there was not much noise just now. The people in the room were sleeping very deeply and hadn't woken up. He pushed open the bottle stopper with his thumb and poured the white powder in the bottle down.

The white powder sprinkled, swirled, and flew, and in just a moment, it filled the entire room, but there was still no sound in the house. A cold look flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed leader, you stinky beggar, you ruined my big business, and almost killed me. I lost my life, today is the right time and place, if I can't save your life, I don't need to be a human anymore.

After a while, those men in black came out of the door quickly on their tiptoes. They looked at each other, and after a while, the seven of them were led by a thin man, who nodded slightly towards the door, meaning It goes without saying that the other six people understood in an instant.

There was a strong man dancing with a steel knife in his hand, but because the place in the alley was narrow, several people turned pale with fright, and took a step back in a hurry to avoid the sword being cut.

"You stupid." The thin man in black slapped the strong man on the forehead, and roughly pushed the strong man aside. He was guarding the door again, gesticulating with his left hand on his chest, and holding the steel knife in his right hand. He whispered softly: "One... two... three!"

The thin man in black turned around, lifted his foot suddenly, and kicked it brutally. Hearing a loud click, the seven of them rushed in without thinking carefully. Within three breaths, everyone had already rushed to the side of the bed, and the knives in the hands of the three people in front had already fallen, and they slashed at the figure on the bed.

In the darkness, Wu Xian squinted his eyes, with a hint of sternness flickering in them. He didn't pay attention to the big and small cats in front of the group of men in black. The real difficulty was the ones above.

Wu Xian waved his right fist, and his true energy rushed away. The quilt was like a net, and like a curtain covering the sky, like being swept by a strong wind, he rushed straight towards the three people.

The steel knives were sharpened, and with only a few snorts, the three steel knives easily pierced the quilt. The three of them roughly knew Wu Xian's position. Holding the top of the quilt high, the other side of the body looks like a yak, and Ta Ta rushed to the wall quickly, and the sword wrapped in the quilt was stabbing towards the bed.

With a groan, the sword pierced in, and the three of them felt joyful in their hearts. At the same time, the four behind them also rushed up, and the four swords pierced in from the four ends again, as if they had pierced flesh and blood. The long knife had a slight resistance at first, and then it was inserted smoothly and easily.

"Are you dead?" The thin man looked left and right, and through the light from the door, he saw some men shaking their heads, some nodding, and the knife in his hand was pushed forward again. He pulled out the knife vigorously again, as if the knife had been poured, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out.

The thin man's consciousness was not good, and he shouted: "No, quickly withdraw." But at this moment, it was already too late.

Wu Xian's ten fingers held the steel knives respectively, and he was so strong that some of the knives were bent and deformed, even more tortuous than Ban Yue.Wu Xian squeezed his ten fingers, and suddenly he twisted his wrist forcefully, the knuckles burst out with extreme force, and the tip of the knife suddenly broke into two pieces with a bang.

The seven people gave up their swords and quickly retreated, but Wu Xian was not so kind-hearted, he was willing to let these people go, and with a flick of his wrist, the point of the knife slammed open the quilt, adding a few more holes in the quilt, and disappeared in the dark night Things, those blades were as fast as electricity, flashed past, and stuck on the door panel.

The room was silent, but at the moment the inn was extremely restless. The previous noise woke up several guests. They lit the oil lamps, and two big men came over cursing and looking for work.

But by the light of the candle, their eyes passed through the dark door, and when they looked into the scene inside the door, they only saw the floor was bright red, and the corpse was still not cold, some of the blood was sprayed from the neck, some from the heart. Flowing, several people twitched non-stop, and some people rolled their eyes, and the breath in their chests became shorter and shorter.

"Wow, I killed someone." Several people exclaimed, their faces were pale and rolled on the ground, while getting up and running, they suddenly stumbled on their feet and rolled all the way down the stairs, almost fleeing in fright, the entire inn They were all woken up, and the crowd rushed out vigorously.

Those people ran and shouted, ran to the government, and woke up the surrounding residents and businesses, and the whole town was woken up.

Wu Xian took it indifferently, waved the sleeve of his right hand, and the strong aura rushed away, and with a creak, he closed the door with an old and hoarse voice. The man in black hasn't made a move yet, what is he still afraid of?After being dull for a while, Wu Xian shook his head lightly. If the enemy does not move, I will not move. It is better to stabilize the state of mind for the time being.

The room was pitch black again, and no light could be seen. The seven men in black suffered from this. In the night, they couldn't see clearly and couldn't see anything. They could only roughly judge Wu Xian's position to attack, but Wu Xian Xian retaliated with the seven blades, they lost their lives precisely because they couldn't see them.

Wu Xian's internal energy is less than [-]% at the moment. Although the leg injury penetrates half an inch into the flesh, after the internal force is expelled, it is only an external injury at this time. It can be seen that Wu Xian doesn't know if there are other ambushes outside the house.

There is a saying in the art of war that "what is false is what is true, what is true is what is false." If Wu Xian turned around and ran away, he would be confirming his reputation of weakness, why not just sit here cross-legged and see what kind of tricks he is playing and who wants to take his life.Is it Mingjiao?or someone else?
On the roof, the man in black gritted his teeth, his eyes gleamed with anger, and cursed secretly: This is the elite you mentioned, and they all died within two or three rounds.He was extremely unwilling, at dusk, the stinky beggar was obviously in a state of distress at that time, his right leg was disabled, but now he saw that his strength was not much weaker.

The sky was dark, he couldn't see anything, and the man in black couldn't see clearly at all. He was always cautious, and he didn't dare to do anything. The creed he believed in was, kill with one blow, and seal the throat with blood.As for Wu Xian, the supernatural power of that punch that day was still the shadow of a nightmare in his heart, which lingered in his heart, so he hesitated even more in his heart, unable to make a decision for a long time.

(End of this chapter)