The cloudy sky had accumulated enough water vapor, and the sky seemed to be covered with a dull fig leaf, pressing on the top of the head, making it difficult to breathe.

An Juntang couldn't help but look at the sky again, and the uneasiness in her heart became more and more intense, she couldn't say why, she never wanted to stay outside in this kind of thunderstorm, but she glanced at Jiang Chang'an, and swallowed the words at the corner of her mouth.

Rainy days are the best place to kill, not because there is no one on the street, but because the blood that comes out will be washed away by the rain and will not spoil the beauty of the real land.

Gao Yi is a native of Yunzhou, fatherless and motherless, living in a ruined temple in the southeast corner of Yunzhou City since he was a child, with beggars as friends and flies as companions. Even now, he has a lot of money and a very high commission, but he is wearing a tattered dark brown coarse linen shirt, stepping barefoot on the stone slabs, old clothes and old shoes, which always makes him more down-to-earth and makes him in the best condition.

He should have been just an inconspicuous little stinky beggar in his life, but when he was thirteen years old, just because a few beggars in the temple offended a land gentry, in order to vent his anger, one of the gentry's dog legs took out ten copper plates and asked him to kill these people.

Gao Yi did not accept the ten copper plates, but made a strange suggestion: "Since it is to get angry, it is necessary to pay according to the satisfaction of the anger, and the gentry only needs to personally look at the death of a few people, and feel comfortable in his heart, so he can reward more money, if he feels that he is still angry in his heart, he can not pay." ”

The gentry agreed.

The next day, the gentry went to the mountain, and no one knew what the people in the temple were doing, only remembering that when the gentry came out, his face was pale, his whole body trembled, and he didn't say a word.

This was the first time Gao Yi killed someone and took 5,000 taels of silver.

With this money, he entered the Heroes Society and officially embarked on the path of spiritual cultivation, and is now forty-five years old.

He was sitting on the stone bridge on his back against the railing, his hat covering his entire face, unable to see clearly, quietly waiting for his long-awaited prey.

Seeing that Jiang Changan came, he finally got up, his eyes were full of coldness, his hands were behind his back, he stood proudly, indescribably indifferent, and he looked like a master outside the world.

Behind him there are dozens of other members of the Heroes Association, all of them are as immobile as stakes, and their breath is like a dead person, these are assassins who are not weaker than Gao Yi, this kind of card is more than enough to kill which of the early stage powerhouses of the Cave Ruins Realm is more than enough, and no one can simply escape.

The rain and fog are getting worse and worse, and there are few pedestrians left by the bridge, the most conspicuous of which is a noodle soup stall set up under a wooden shed.

Behind the stall was an old couple suffering from eye disease, full of silver and white hair, with countless wrinkles left by the years, the laughter was quiet and tranquil, and the hot white mist and heat hit the two old man's cheeks, not noticing that death was only a few steps away.

An Juntang found this man in tattered clothes, as early as the first moment the wooden boat sailed into the territory of Yunzhou, she was aware of the other party, but her expression was still flat, there were three people in the entire Shenggu Shenzhou who could snatch people in front of her, one middle-aged man and two old people.

It's a pity that although this person is also middle-aged, he is not one of them.

As soon as Jiang Changan walked into the distance of ten steps, Gao Yi suddenly swept into the air, falling from the sky, and tens of millions of drops of rain turned into a transparent giant palm, like a mountain suppressing it!

Silent, the water still flows eastward, the trees are shaking, the breeze is gusting, and the kingfisher is chirping.

Jiang Chang'an felt a chill in his heart, this is something that only a top-level killer powerhouse can do, it has nothing to do with the realm, and it needs to be manipulated by the slightest bit of spiritual power!

The white clothes flicked their sleeves, and the fingertips revealed a three-foot sword light, Jiang Changan gently flirted, the sword edge swung lightly, and more than a thousand water droplets bounced, shooting backwards like flying arrows and meteors, and the pop sound sounded, and the big hand shook and dissipated by itself.

Gao Yi took advantage of the situation again in his hand, and the sound of whirring rain stopped, and the rain in this world suddenly stagnated in mid-air, and everything was silent!

Jiang Chang'an's heart froze, and the rain on the soles of his feet suddenly condensed a sword light, vowing to split him in half!

At the same time, Jiang Chang'an's thousands of rainwater lines around him became green trees, clinging to the stone bridge, spreading branches and leaves, and besieging him, each of which was covered with dozens of sharp stingers and colorful colors, coated with all kinds of poison.

Each of these green trees actually looked like raw skeletons, with two bloody pupils and eye sockets on the main trunk, and a torn and large mouth below, although silent, as if it was crying hoarsely.

Just being in it is terrifying and terrifying.

Jiang Changan bullied himself, but he was always unable to get close to half a zhang, this person not only knows how to kill people the fastest and most aggressively, but also knows how to protect his own dead ends, and occasionally a few flaws that are exposed can also be done, once he moves towards these flaws, the consequences are unpredictable.

However, in an instant, Jiang Changan pointed to a bit of the void and scolded suddenly, but saw that a six-way hell spirit fire stained the sky like blue blood, and suddenly turned into a hundred fire dragons, and in an instant, the green wood that looked like a mountain spirit and a wild monster turned into ashes. Immediately after that, Gao Yi stepped back more than a dozen steps, and his expression froze suddenly.

In the rear, the other members of the Hero Association were also stunned, and then they were extremely shocked, all of them showed incredible colors, Aoki Formation, this is one of Gao Yi's lore, the number of people killed is countless, this son can easily be dissolved!

Gao Yi's face suddenly turned blue, his face stiffened, his eyes stagnated, a secret spell was revealed, as if he had lost his soul, and the stone bridge suddenly bulged with a white and vast murderous aura, surging, the dark tide moved, and pillars of air gushed out from the ground, as if they wanted to penetrate the sky and the earth, turn into a chaotic killing sea, and strangle Jiang Chang'an!

Jiang Changan did not retreat, the sword blade was a little cold, and his whole body burst out of the ground and flew towards Gao Yi head-on, and the two absolutely ferocious qi wanted to divide life and death at the highest point of the arched stone bridge!

This should have been the most tense node, but An Juntang was not worried at all, holding a paper umbrella, he actually began to walk on the stone bridge step by step, and wanted to walk over in such a fierce battle.

Seeing her walking, dozens of other good killers in the Hero Society were not calm and set off with bated breath.

But as soon as they moved, their whole bodies seemed to be solidified, unable to move, and their whole bodies seemed to have fallen a layer of ice and snow, and one by one they fell off, scattered on the ground, and fell to the ground, and more than a dozen people disappeared without a trace out of thin air.

An Juntang was still walking indifferently, just as her footsteps approached the center of the bridge, an incomparably sharp sword qi suddenly sounded in the air, and the fighting Jiang Changan and Gao Yi were separated by a touch, and they stood still in the rain for a while, motionless.

Until An Juntang walked in front of him and put the umbrella above his head, the rain fell into the blood along the edge of the paper umbrella, and then flowed into the river along the edge of the stone bridge.

From beginning to end, the sword is silent.

The dead corpse fell into the river with a pop, and the rain fell, but everything was still clean.

"Sister Fairy, how is it? I've been practicing pretty well these days, right?" Jiang Changan hurriedly got under the umbrella and asked with a smile.

An Juntang's face was flat:

"All the bells and whistles. ”