The remnant sun is like blood.

More than 300 black-clothed horses lined up in the sky, and the long knives pointing obliquely to the sky flashed with a faint coldness, and the momentum was so strong that it could destroy the heavens and the earth.

They all wore jade crowns on their heads, cloud-shouldered shirts with large lapels and narrow sleeves, with their waists tied around their waists and gold medals hanging from their sides.

It is said that the ancestor killed a brown bear to fight in the past, so he was able to win five battles and five victories, driving the warlocks of the old country out of this world and successfully establishing a country.

It was getting late, and they should have retreated from the depths of the forest and camped on the outskirts of the mountains.

But Yan Qingyang was not in a good mood recently, and he was even more annoyed when he saw this kind of situation where the soldiers retreated without a fight, and he pinched the horse fiercely, wanting to rush to the front to find out.

The war horse was forced to be helpless, so he had to move a few steps forward slowly, and after walking a short distance, he stopped again.

Yan Qingyang was furious, turned over, and actually killed this war horse that had been following him for three years with one palm! After walking forward on foot for a short while, he stopped with a puzzled face.

I saw that the thousand-year-old ice mountain range in front of me was faintly revealing a pale blue color.

Yan Qingyang has lived on the Qilin Mountains for more than 500 years, and he has never seen this phenomenon.

He made up his mind, drew his Yunfei sword, and walked forward. Suddenly, the blue light flashed, and when I looked at it, I couldn't help but be overjoyed, at the top of the thousand-year-old ice, there was an iron-eating beast with a moon-white body.

The Iron Eater stared at itself viciously with a pair of small, dark eyes.

Yan Qingyang didn't wait to think about it, he raised a sword horizontally and slashed it, and a white sword qi smashed towards the iron-eating beast like a half-moon-

It is worthy of being a master of the Qingqiu lineage, and the sword qi used is full of strength, and when it crosses the night sky, it actually makes the air "buzz".

The tip of the sword was about to touch the iron-eating beast, Yan Qingyang was secretly happy, it turned out that the iron-eating beast was so easy to hunt!

Looking at the iron-eating beast again, it seemed to be waiting for the arrival of this sword unhurriedly, and as soon as its small eyes lit up, it disappeared like invisibility.

Then there was a dull sound of metal impact, and the sword qi had already slammed into the thousand-year-old mountain range, causing the fragments of the stone wall to fly everywhere like scattered flowers of the Heavenly Maiden.

The sword qi walked forward through the snow, and everywhere it went, bursts of snow and mist rose, which made people feel chilled. Through the snow and mist, I could see that the blue light was motionless, and then hidden, and disappeared.

Yan Qingyang was not in a hurry, looked left and right, and found that the iron-eating beast was lying in the north.

The two sides confronted each other like this. Suddenly, the Iron Eater jumped up and grabbed Yan Qingyang's throat with a pair of sharp claws.

Yan Qingyang didn't dodge either, picked up the cloud flying sword and slashed at the iron-eating beast, and the iron-eating beast turned around and fell behind him.

"Smack...... ......"Drop by drop of red blood fell onto the snow, scattered, and the whole snow was like a bloody plum picture. Yan Qingyang's left shoulder had been scratched by the iron-eating beast and a bloody wound had been opened.

He didn't dare to slack off, the Cloud Flying Sword kept stabbing at the Iron Eater, and the Iron Eater still kept stealing and appearing. The direction in which the Iron Eater escaped was completely consistent with his family's swordsmanship!

As soon as Yan Qingyang's sword turned around, a set of "Flame Sword Technique" had been used endlessly. He kept adjusting, and the Yunfei Sword had gradually closed the beat of the Iron Eater's stealth-

Southeast, southwest, northwest, the next sword "due west", it should fall on the throat of the iron-eating beast!

Sure enough, it was "due west", Yan Qingyang was overjoyed, slightly added thirty percent of Lingxiao sword qi, and slashed towards the iron-eating beast.

There was a sound of "dang", and there was a dull sound of metal impact, and the Yunfei sword was opened by another sword.

"Who will send them to death!" Yan Qingyang's heart was on fire, and he turned his hand and transported ten percent of Ling Xiao's sword qi and slashed at the comer.

The tip of the sword drew a full moon-like circle in the air, apparently with the strength of a thunderous bolt, and slammed into the comer.

Just as the blade was about to touch the head of the comer, it suddenly stopped. And the strong wind brought by the Yunfei Sword pushed the future people back several steps.

"An Xi, what are you doing here!" It turned out that it was none other than his niece, An Xi, who was blocking Yan Qingyang.

An Xi didn't answer, but stood in front of the iron-eating beast. Yan Qingyang is now beginning to regret bringing his niece to hunt together, he should have known that An Xi, who is usually too kind, will definitely fight to protect the iron-eating beast, this kind of little animal that she feels is "tenacious and pitiful".

Yan Qingyang has lived with his niece since childhood, and naturally loves her very much, and always does everything possible to make her happy. Qingqiu's vein is up and down, and An Xi is the only one who dares to disobey his will.

He was reluctant to upset his lovely niece for this iron-eating beast - An Xi was his nemesis.

And this king obviously did not want to give up so easily, he tried to persuade his niece, "Xi'er, listen to my uncle's words, the army is about to crusade, and it is not easy to find this iron-eating beast, you can give it to me, I promise you not to hunt for three years." ”

Such a gentle tone made people wonder who had killed their mount in a fit of rage just now.

An Xi still didn't speak, a pair of eyes that were so clear that they were almost transparent, just looking at him helplessly. Yan Qingyang sighed, walked forward helplessly, took his niece's hand, and prepared to leave.

At this time, the exhausted iron-eating beast suddenly pounced on An Xi. Yan Qingyang was nervous for a while, and his hand tightly grasped the Yunfei Sword. And it threw itself into An Xi's arms.

Weak as she was, she smiled for the first time.

And what about Her Royal Highness Qiu Xin, the princess who really belongs to the Qingqiu lineage? As the daughter of the enemy that Lin Yue tried to adopt, she had already been thrown into the secret guard camp to be trained.

Eight years have passed in a flash.

Tonight is her 10835th assassination mission - to solve Yan Qingyang!

The moon is still bright, the stars are still shining, and the cold wind is playing the winter tune alone.

In the dark night, a blue dress shuttles through the woods. Agile skills, skillful light skills. In the dark night, it is like a dragonfly ready to fly.

Qiu Xin stopped in front of an inn and walked in. The shopkeeper was napping on the counter. She knocked on the counter and woke up Xiao Er.

Xiao Er rubbed his sleepy eyes, raised his head, and was dumbfounded.

The woman in front of me was about eighteen or nineteen years old. The delicate and delicate face, dressed in blue clothes and satin, sets off her graceful figure. Especially those eyes:

Dark and beautiful, mature and restrained, soul-stirring.

The shopkeeper just looked at Qiu Xin in front of him directly, looking at her with a pair of small eyes without blinking. Qiu Xin was a little impatient, and knocked on the counter again: "Xiao Er, I want a secluded room." ”

Xiao Er came back to his senses and walked to the woman's side. led her to the room at the end of the second floor, and said courteously: "If the girl has any request, just mention it, and I will definitely meet it." ”

Qiu Xin didn't speak, just waved his hand to Xiao Er and motioned for him to go down.

Xiao Er closed the door a little reluctantly, such a woman like a flower and jade, no one would not be unmoved! But he didn't know that he was facing the Yama of the "Netherworld Mansion".

There have long been rumors on the rivers and lakes: the two female killers of "Yin Cao Difu" are both women who have captivated the country and the city, although they are masked every time they kill people, but there are also several people who have seen their true faces in Lushan.

And they are all at a young age, if it weren't for the fact that they were killers, I am afraid that there would be many suitors.

Qiu Xin took out his night clothes from his baggage and changed them on. Gripping the Lizhu Sword that never left his body. Jumping out of the window on the second floor. As light as a swallow, she is the most outstanding of the four.

In the blink of an eye, she had already arrived at the Yan Mansion. She must find out what is going on before she prepares for the assassination. After all, this time is different.

Voices of conversation can be heard from the room on the right.

Qiu Xin jumped on the roof, turned over a few tiles, and peeked from above. The older man in the hall should be her target - Yan Qingyang. Sure enough, he has the demeanor of a general. The two people next to that are ......

Qiu Xin stiffened, his face full of stunned expressions. His hand touched his veiled face. The woman in the hall had such a similar face.

"Brother, Dad asked me and Xi'er to invite you and my sister-in-law to the village for a get-together. He has something to talk about. The woman said heartily.

"You. Isn't it just a matter of sending a house slave here? It's really troublesome to let Xi'er accompany you on a personal trip. ”

"I haven't seen you for a long time, don't you miss me?"

"Hahaha......" said the woman, and Yan Qingyang both laughed.

She is called Brother Ren, then he is Yan Qingyang's sister and the successor of Xizhu Knife. As for another woman who shows a noble temperament in her gestures, it is naturally Her Royal Highness the eldest princess of the An family - An Xi.

But why did the woman surnamed Yan look so similar to herself? Is it just a coincidence?

"Who?"

Apparently, Yan Qingyang had heard the sound of shredded footsteps on the roof. He walked briskly out of the hall and onto the roof. Qiu Xin had no choice but to leave. Unexpectedly, Yan Qingyang was already behind her, no matter how good her light work was, she couldn't leave.

She clenched the hilt of the sword and pulled out the Lizhu sword in an instant, stabbing Yan Qingyang's throat. But it's a pity that Yan Qingyang easily dodged Lizhuo's edge.

She jumped upward, the tip of her sword aimed at Yan Qingyang's eyes. With the improvement of Yama's internal strength, Li Zhu stabbed towards Yan Qingyang at an extremely fast speed, thinking that a trick "Water Easy Spin" had successfully confused Yan Qingyang.

Li Liang quickly tossed and turned, forcing Yan Qingyang's heart. However, Yan Qingyang had already seen through Qiu Xin's plan, and instead of retreating, he advanced, and attacked Qiu Xin's left hand with his bare hands.

She was slightly stunned, leaving a gap for Yan Qingyang to take advantage of.

Qiu Xin took Yan Qingyang's attack with a single palm in his left hand. Although she was not seriously injured, it made her take six steps back.

And Yan Qingyang also took a big step back, surprised that although this person was a woman, his martial arts were extraordinary. The two sides confronted each other like this. No one continued to attack.

The moon was bright tonight, and the gorgeous moonlight caressed her body. Even though she is a night coat that can be integrated with the night, it still can't hide her temperament that is more graceful and luxurious than the moon.

In the move just now, Qiu Xin had an illusion that he seemed to be very familiar with Li Zhu's sword style.

"Your Excellency is the pear of the 'Yin Cao Difu'?" Yan Qingyang suddenly spoke, as if he was a little surprised.

"So what?" said that, Qiu Xin's left hand actually stretched out on the side of Lizhuo's sword, and then slidied. Blood flowed down the sword, one, two, three...... There was already a pool of blood on the ground where Qiu Xin stopped.

Yan Qingyang was a little surprised, why did he do this? Could it be that he had to use the swordsman's own blood to sacrifice the Lizhu Sword in order to make it play to the extreme?

At this moment when Yan Qingyang was distracted, Qiu Xin used the highest form of the Lizhu Sword.

In the next moment, her right shoulder was hit by his palm, and then the old fox who pretended to be in a posture quickly clicked on the person's acupoint and unveiled her black veil with his hand.

In the darkness of the night, the moonlight shone on the female Assassin's face, and he froze, not only for her beauty, but also for the familiar countenance......

Yan Qingyang reflexively looked down, and the two sisters of his Yan family were still standing outside the hall. Because they knew that Yan Qingyang's martial arts would definitely capture the assassin alive, they didn't help.

Presumably, they didn't see the assassin's face clearly, otherwise Yi Anxi's temperament would have jumped onto the roof.

"Uncle, the assassin has been rescued!" An Xi exclaimed below. The man came too fast and went too fast. So much so that they didn't find out until the person was taken away by her.

It's just too late, and the two are long gone. The three of them knew that they couldn't catch up with them with their light skills, so they all froze in place. The man is like a ghost, coming and going without a trace......

Lin Yue easily threw Qiu Xin to the ground, and Qiu Xin spat blood out of his mouth. Lin Yue said disdainfully: "It's really useless for a Yan Qingyang to make you look like this!"

"I'm sorry, Master. Qiu Xin lay on the ground and said weakly. had become accustomed to this kind of cynicism that their master had given them. Her right shoulder began to ache faintly, and Yan Qingyang's palm hurt her not lightly.

Lin Yue glanced at her in disgust, pulled at her dazzling white clothes, and saw the bright red blood stains on the white clothes. Ignoring the seriously injured apprentice, he walked straight to his room, shouting:

"Yuheng. Prepare me bath water and clothes immediately, and I want to shower and change clothes. ”

Qiu Xin got up from the ground with some difficulty, but in the next second, he knelt on the ground bleeding as if he had lost the strength of his whole body...... The throat was also burning and boiling, and it was difficult to make any sound.

Her eyes widened, remembering the potion that the master had forcefully poured on her on the way, and she slammed her stomach in a somewhat emotional breakdown, trying to spit out the poison.

Pity...... Late.

Her vision gradually began to blur, and the last thing that caught her eye was a pair of show shoes with blue water mandarin ducks.