The sudden rain in the dark night obscured everything, and the clusters of flowers on the side of the street were also knocked to the ground by the rain, and the small streams of water that hurriedly condensed on the bluestone slabs.

In the Divine Weapon Pavilion, countless divine weapons were placed in an orderly manner, silently revealing a penetrating coldness. In the dim room, a fishy sweet smell gradually spread, and the man who fell to the ground wanted to make a sound in horror, but he could only cover his broken neck weakly, and his mouth made a whining sound.

"Yes...... It's you? ”

There was a tremor in his voice, a trace of horror flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he stretched out his fingers and shook desperately in the air, as if he wanted to pull the corner of the man's clothes, but in the end he only trembled a few times and fell weakly.

Suddenly, there was only one person left in the huge room.

He looked up at the dazzling array of divine weapons, and suddenly his gaze moved to the wall beside him. He stepped forward and flipped the switch, and the wall vanished, revealing what was hidden behind it—a longsword that sat alone on a shelf.

He picked up the long sword, and his fingers brushed the blade inch by inch, and a gentle wave appeared imperceptibly in his eyes as deep as a thousand feet of water.

He carefully rubbed a few lines of small characters engraved on the sword, and muttered: "When the sword meets, there is death and no injury." He looked at the small words that were very clear in the moonlight, and his expression became more and more unfathomable.

At that moment, he suddenly felt the long sword in his hand seem to be beating.

The man's expression changed, and a trace of irrepressible excitement suddenly appeared in his eyes that were as black as ink jade, and he couldn't suppress the joy in his tone, and muttered, "Yes, do you feel it too?" ”

He raised his head and silently clenched the blade in his hand, "You're also waiting for a reunion with the Eternal Silent Blade, right?" ”

The man felt as if his fingers were about to be burned, as if his irrepressible excitement made his whole body boil.

The rows of weapons in the Tibetan military building emitted a cold and silent silence.

At that moment, the man's heart was flooded with a familiar feeling, it was a kind of anxiety, a kind of burning, but it filled his body in an instant. In the midst of the noisy sound of rain, in the same silent Divine Weapon Pavilion, a sharp laughter suddenly sounded, crazy and pathetic.

"Bai Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor. The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized. ”

Ling Jun stretched out his hand and waved, only to see four lines of blood words appear on the wall, and between the flashes of thunder, the figure had once again melted into the darkness and disappeared, leaving only a faint smell of blood permeating the claustrophobic room.

Yes, he understood, the familiar feeling that filled his heart at this moment was—

Hatred.

With a "squeak", the door of the tavern was pushed open without warning, and two figures, one high and one low, appeared behind the door, and the rain dripped down the ends of their hair, looking rather embarrassed.

Inside the store, everyone just watched vigilantly as the two strangers broke in, and did not speak. The shopkeeper who was waiting on the side hurriedly greeted him, and said with a smile: "Two guest officers, this is really embarrassing, you see that there is no place in this store, so you two should leave as soon as possible." ”

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that something big will happen in this store, after all, although no one says it explicitly, the awe-inspiring murderous aura on the rivers and lakes cannot be concealed. But the young man, as if he hadn't heard what the shopkeeper said, just pointed to the inside of the store and said with a smile: "Isn't there still a place there?" ”

The voice was one, and everyone was shocked.

Suvi could clearly hear the inhalations of those around him, as well as ...... The sound of swords squirming.

The people in the audience didn't make a sound, but they all coldly cast tentative and speculative glances at the two of them, and their eyes were fierce. As early as the moment he stepped into the tavern, Su Wei saw the clue clearly: although these people were sitting in twos and threes, they were actually faintly surrounding the middle table, as if they were waiting for something, and when they saw the two of them uninvited guests breaking in, a trace of uneasiness obviously passed through their eyes.

"Shen Jing, come on!"

Su Wei strode towards the people at the middle table as if he ignored the cold gaze of those people, and at the same time did not forget to wave to the people behind him, signaling him to follow.

"Heh, it's really a stalker."

Before Su Wei and Shen Jing walked to the table, the white-clothed man sitting at the table sneered and spoke, his eyes as sharp as arrows swept over everyone present, and he didn't know whether he was talking about Su Wei or others.

At this time, someone at the table next to him suddenly spoke: "Two sons, why don't you sit down with me." ”

The voice was crisp and hearty, and it sounded a little out of place in this oppressive atmosphere. As soon as he finished speaking, Su Wei saw the woman sitting next to the man nudge him violently, as if to blame him for being nosy.

Su Wei's eyes moved slightly, glanced at Ling Jun, who was expressionless, and replied yes, and then pulled Shen Jing to sit at the table of the young man who had just spoken.

Seeing Su Wei's move, the expressions of the people in the store suddenly became a little subtle, I don't know whether the two people who came inexplicably are friends or foes, and then glanced at Ling Jun, who was calm and relaxed compared to them who was extremely nervous, and his heart was slightly flustered. One of them glanced at the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper walked to the door without moving, blocking the only way here.

Outside the window, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the ghostly figure lurked inside.

At this moment, only a slight sound was suddenly heard, and then the men slammed into the case, and the swords in their hands were unsheathed and attacked the man in the middle.

For a while, the sword light and sword shadow were flickering, but Ling Jun just sneered, and then looked over, there was already a long sword glowing with a faint white light in his hand, if you looked carefully, it was not difficult to find that there were still blood stains on it that had not been wiped off-

Isn't it the Immortal Sword?

The long sword groaned, and a silent murderous aura suddenly dispersed.

The man's figure moved quickly and accurately among the countless swords, so fast that it didn't feel like a human being, but like a ghost. The long sword in his right hand easily stopped the blade cut by the person on the right, and his left hand reached out as quickly as lightning, accurately choking the throat of the person who was about to sneak attack, only to hear a click, he knew that he had broken the man's bones alive, and with a slight wave of his hand, the man slammed into the wall, and when he slid down, the whole person was already limp on the ground like a rag sack, and there was no breath.

"Senior brother!"

The woman sitting at the same table with Su Wei exclaimed, as if she was about to breathe fire, and she drew her long and short sword to join the melee, and every move was not inferior to those men.

And from beginning to end, Su Wei and Shen Jing just looked at it coldly.

In the midst of the noise, a slight click fell into the ears of the young man.

And they are waiting for this moment!

Su Wei and Shen Jing glanced at each other, and the latter immediately flew up with his sword and swept through the crowd, and stood beside Ling Jun with a weak body, and everyone's expressions suddenly changed, as if they didn't expect Ling Jun to have a helper.

But so what!

At this time, there were suddenly countless subtle sounds outside the window, and countless silver needles shot in without warning, overwhelmingly attacking the Lingjun in the middle, the long needles glowing with light purple seemed to enclose a net, making people have nowhere to escape, and the rest of the people in the rivers and lakes had already crossed the range of the hidden weapon attack, sneering and looking at the two people in place.

This rainstorm pear flower needle is specially prepared for Lingjun, once launched, 3,600 silver needles shoot out in unison, as long as you are close, there is no possibility of survival, think this time Lingjun will definitely die here!

The young man who was walking with Shen Jing sat on the seat all the time, and he didn't even turn his head around, but he was drinking alone. At this time, he suddenly put down the wine glass in his hand, and the corner of his eyes suddenly became sharp. Like lightning, he reached out and pulled out a chopstick, quickly dipped some water in the wine glass, and as soon as he raised his hand, those water droplets suddenly seemed to come to life, and struck the air in the established direction.

In the blink of an eye, countless silver needles were knocked down, and a piece of space was vacated!

Ling Jun's face was pale, as if he had been seriously injured in the battle just now, he glanced at Su Wei who was looking at him with a smile on the corner of his lips, and his eyes flickered very complicatedly. At this time, Shen Jing beside him grabbed his shoulder, and the two of them flew up quickly on tiptoe, only to hear a loud bang, and the corrugated roof shattered and splashed down, and there was a big hole, and the figures of the two suddenly disappeared into the vast night.

Everyone looked at each other, as if they couldn't believe that such a well-planned plan had failed like this? In order to hunt down Lingjun, they painstakingly bought information from Luowang, and learned that Lingjun would appear in this tavern today, so they sat down in an ambush early in the morning. The Tang Sect, the Five Poisons, the Divine Weapon Pavilion, but all the martial arts sects that have enmity with the spirit, all sent elite disciples, but who would have thought that they still ran away.

How can you not hate!

And the man who fled with Lingjun was very strange, and in a few moments, he was silent, and the disciples who were guarding outside the tavern couldn't tell where they had gone, so they could only return disappointed.

For a while, the atmosphere in the tavern was depressing, everyone looked angrily at the uninvited guests among them, and someone couldn't help but step forward and said coldly: "You are from the twelfth floor of Yujing?" ”

The twelfth floor of Yujing is the organization to which Ling Jun belongs, Su Wei first appeared here inexplicably, and just helped Ling Jun escape, it is difficult to suspect that there is no connection between them. But the young man shook his head and said calmly, "No. ”

He said quite lightly, and seeing the suspicious glances they cast at him, he continued to speak: "I just can't see you bullying too much, and I don't know anything else. ”

As soon as he said this, someone immediately rushed over angrily and grabbed him by the collar, and said angrily: "Do you know who you let go?" He is Lingjun, the big devil who everyone on the rivers and lakes is punished! Do you know how many people died at his hands? If you let him go now, you will undoubtedly let the tiger return to the mountain! What's more, we designed him to seek revenge on us when he leaves today! ”

As soon as the man said this, the expressions of the people present changed, there was a little more fear in their eyes, and there was a little more resentment in their eyes when they looked at Su Wei.

"No, he won't seek revenge on you."

Su Wei smiled easily, said lightly and leisurely, and gently brushed away the man's tightly grasping collar and said, his eyes shining.

"Why, you know him well?"

The man was immediately alert, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the person in front of him was very suspicious, and he gave a look at the people around him, and everyone quietly surrounded him, looking at this young man who looked harmless to humans and animals with a wary face.

Su Wei's eyes swept over the faces of the group of people one by one, and after a while, he shook his head.

At this time, suddenly only a cold snort was heard from outside the door, and everyone suddenly changed, and they retreated silently.

Divide the two sides of the line, and make way for a ruler to be wide in the middle. A young man in a dark shirt walked out of the middle, followed by two columns of people, which was very spectacular.

Su Wei's eyes changed slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up a little.

can have such a limelight in this martial arts, who else will be the leader of this year's martial arts alliance? And the person who leads is even more extraordinary. What's more, he still holds in his hand the peerless divine weapon that everyone envies, the Eternal Silence Knife.

Who is it if it's not Tang Qianyan?

"Eternal life, the crown of the rivers and lakes."

However, between the two, who is more is probably a secret that everyone in this world wants to know.

Su Wei said softly, looking at Tang Qianyan's gaze a little subtle. I saw that the young man's faded lips gradually raised, and his gaze became more and more unfathomable:

"I wonder if Your Excellency the Alliance Leader is ready to die?"