Chapter 607

Illusion?

How is that possible?

Everything is so real that the sword seems to have struck his heart, full of full deterrent.

But speaking, if it really seems to have cut his heart, it can only be explained by magic.

Both Chang Shiro and Jia Hehui were thoughtful.

"Hello! Why are you so weak? " Whirlpool Zhishu opened his mouth and said mercilessly to Jia Hehui.

If he hadn't been here with Shuiying today, there is no doubt that the young man would have died here.

And how lucky he was to meet someone who could save him here.

Although Jia Hehui knew that whirlpool Zhishu was not good at his tone, he also saw through some things after experiencing life and death.

Or tell the whole story.

"Those bandits fell down one by one. They only saw the wound bleeding, but they didn't see anyone do it?"

After hearing what happened, Zhao Meiming frowned. She felt very disdainful for Jia Hehui's behavior of being ignorant of life and death and being greedy for vanity.

But she was very curious about what happened.

Jia Hehui said that the bandits were not killed by him, and there was nothing strange around them, which was too strange.

"It sounds like a sickle weasel's action."

Whirlpool wisdom tree also raised some interest in this matter, because it is unreasonable. If it is really someone else's shot, why not stand up and win this honor?

"It's not a sickle weasel. Sickle weasels only live in an environment full of wind and sand like the country of the wind. The hand bowed psychic animal is a sickle weasel. And the sickle weasel is not enough for ordinary warriors to observe no action. "

Zhao Meiming nodded. At first, she just inferred who moved her hand according to Jia Hehui's description. His description is really like a sickle weasel's means.

It's just that Zhao Meiming doesn't know much about the habits of sickle weasels. In a country with mountains and forests like the iron country, it's not the habitat for sickle weasels.

"Let's not focus on this matter. Don't we have to compare whose" cooking "is stronger?"

Zhao Meiming seems to have lost interest in this matter. In fact, if this matter is hard to explain, it is also very simple.

Whether it is Huoying, she, or even any strong person with enough strength who can use a ninja knife or fengdun, should be able to do this.

It may be that some powerful hermit is unwilling to show his level.

Whirlpool Zhishu felt that he should not be interested in such a thing, but they had to prepare a sneak attack on Xiaoxiao headquarters.

Even if it's lunchtime, he should focus more on fighting the fire escape of water shadow.

But it happened that he seemed to smell a trace of familiarity from this matter.

In his mind, there seems to be something connected with the strange things that happened in jiahehui village, but what is it?

He himself knows very little about the iron country. Why does he have this strange feeling.

"When that happened, there were no outsiders in your village?"

Whirlpool Zhishu asked Jia Hehui. He thought he must make it clear.

But with that, the action in his hand did not stop.

The Qingquan sword turned into a hot blue flame in an instant. When the sword was waved, the flame flashed like a sharp blue light with weathering!

The boar in the water prison was frightened by the previous sword of whirlpool wisdom tree. At this moment, it had completely lost its vitality.

Jia Hehui frowned and thought hard, "I don't care about outsiders. Usually there are some people coming and going. I can't remember outsiders very clearly."

Zhishu further asked, "what about some contact with you?"

Zhao Meiming also listened with great interest. Although she didn't think there was anything to be curious about, whirlpool Zhishu was so interested that she was more interested.

Two meat mountains fell to the ground. She and whirlpool Zhishu wanted to use this huge meat mountain to fight "cooking". It is reasonable to say that such a huge creature should be chopped from it, and the blood should gush like a small waterfall.

However, the scene at the moment is that the slowly flowing blood, like a python, falls in layers around the body of the six or seven meter high giant wild boar, and finally rushes outward.

Jiahehui was frightened by such a scene and was more convinced of the strength and magic of these people.

"There were only two or three outsiders who came into contact with me those days, two of them were businessmen, but it's normal for businessmen to have some swordsmanship these days. Another one... Looks like he's here to play. He doesn't have anything with him. He's my age. He shouldn't be him either. "

Zhishu clenched his right hand into a fist, put it in front of his mouth, bit his lower lip and thought. He seemed to take a step further from the feeling of being involved. Businessman? Intuition told Zhishu that it would not be the two businessmen.

"Do you know the name of the man about your age? Also, do people often visit your village? "

Gahe Hui shook his head. "I don't know his name. Although I took care of his food, drink, accommodation and business in those two days, my family runs a hostel. These are my duties. He didn't say, and I didn't ask. Seeing more people, I'm not interested in asking. Our village is often visited by people. Because of the Mountain Cemetery, our village has prospered. Many businessmen and hunters trade fur, rare herbs and some messy and strange things here. However, there are few people who come for the purpose of playing, but I feel that that person is here to play and has nothing to do all day... "

"Needless to say, I already know who it is." Vortex Zhishu finally thought of why he had this magical sense of familiarity. He remembered that a few years ago, Itochu came to the iron country to learn Samurai swordsmanship.

This man is the only one who can have such fast swordsmanship, don't care about such reputation, and look at all this with a trace of leisure and elegance.

He actually wanted to go to the mountain cemetery to experience, didn't he? Zhishu thought.

Jia Hehui looked at the whirlpool wisdom tree and hesitated, "so that man saved me and killed those bandits? In those days, he always said some strange things, sometimes he looked melancholy, and he looked like a waste of time. I thought he was a bard who came to the dangerous border to find meaning. It never occurred to me that he still had such ability. "