The white-bladed silver rays tore through the rain curtain, and the qi and blood exploded, turning the raindrops into a thick mist.

These assassins, dressed in robes and hats, were all extremely powerful.

They all have the level of a grandmaster and martial artist!

The terrifying oppressive force instantly permeated the entire long street of Dijing, as if the rain falling from the sky was washed crooked.

Jiang Li held the silver spear in his hand and felt the pressure, which made him a little breathless.

A figure suddenly stopped in front of him.

The hat is clothed, and the face cannot be seen clearly.

The white blade swept over Jiang Li, but there was not much killing intent, but faintly it made Jiang Li's sweat and hair stand up.

The spear struck continuously, colliding with the opponent's white blade, and his feet made a splash of water several feet high on the ground.

The man in the hat was unmoved, not weak.

Jiang Li was involved.

One by one, the assassins rushed towards Tang Xiansheng.

Like a ghost in the rain, with the smell of death.

Who the hell is it?!

Jiang Li's eyes tightened, and the silver spear twitched like a dragon, like a cluster of silver flowers.

There are many people in the world who hope that Tang Xian will live and die.

The county guards, the overlord, the Taixuan, the Mo family, etc., all hope that Tang Xian will live and die, because Tang Xiansheng is the Taishou of Nanjun, the overlord of one side, who controls a huge force, like a tiger ready to attack.

Once he dies, the momentum accumulated by Nanjun will collapse in an instant, and unless there are more wise people to stand up and guide, Nanjun will not be able to continue to do anything in the battle for the world.

But Tang Xiansheng was afraid of death.

He has never been out of Nanjun, he is not like an overlord, he dares to leave Xijun with hundreds of iron horses.

Tang Xiansheng hid in Nanjun, three layers inside and three layers outside, all of them were guards, even the top assassins in the world might not be able to walk in front of Tang Xiansheng.

And now, Tang Xiansheng left Nanjun and came to Dijing.

This is indeed an opportunity.

But......

Jiang Li swept with a single shot, repelling the hatholders.

His eyes were deep on the hatholder, and a familiar feeling welled up in his heart.

"It shouldn't ...... As soon as Tang Xiansheng stepped into the imperial capital, it was impossible for all forces to assassinate Tang Xiansheng again, and if he assassinated at this time, it would be equivalent to pushing Tang Xiansheng and Da Zhou aside. ”

"Nanjun and Da Zhou have joined forces, whether it is the West County or the North County, they don't want to see it. ”

Jiang Li muttered softly.

The rain ran down his helmet and down his chin, converging and dripping at the tip of his chin.

These Assassins were strong, like well-trained soldiers.

Jiang Li could tell at a glance that these assassins were not from the Mo family, and although the assassins of the Mo family were famous, they were ...... The Mo Assassins were rather disorganized, and it was impossible for such a sense of discipline to exist.

Moreover, there was no reason for the Mo family to commit murder in the imperial city at this time, and it was impossible for Mo Beike to make such a decision.

Because of this decision, the fault tolerance rate is too low.

If you can kill Tang Xiansheng, it is good, if you can't kill it, then it will promote the alliance between Nanjun and Da Zhou more quickly.

Such a result, Mobeike definitely does not want to see.

Tang Xiansheng, who was holding Tang Yimo's arm, was drenched in the rain.

But there was not much fear in his eyes, he was afraid of death, but he had seen a lot of such scenes.

"Yimo, Dad's life depends on you. ”

Tang Xiansheng said.

The rain made Tang Yimo's hair stick to his forehead.

He glanced at Tang Xiansheng.

Then, with one step out, the stagnant water in front of him suddenly exploded, causing a splash.

Tang Yimo turned on the first vein, and the pale red air flow scurried around his body, and the torrential rain seemed to be unable to get close to his body.

"Cultivator!"

Jiang Li, who was stopped by the hatster, was slightly shocked in his heart.

He didn't expect that there was actually a cultivator by Tang Xiansheng's side, and he ...... Looking at the strength, it doesn't seem to be weak!

Tang Yimo's eyes were like torches, scanning the assassins around him.

The torrential rain roared like a pillar.

However, the depression and terror exuded by him made many people's hearts tremble.

Knees slightly bent.

Tang Yimo's body ejected like a cannonball.

An Assassin approached in an instant.

Pressing down on his elbow, the white blade in the assassin's hand was drawn and smashed to pieces.

The assassin under the hat spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew several meters.

The surrounding Assassins were shocked when they saw this.

The next moment, they pulled out the white blades one after another, and faintly, there was actually an aura surging on the white blade......

Tang Yimo was stunned.

These assassins are all aura?

Not much, though......

However, these assassins were clearly a well-trained, team of cultivators!

Tang Yimo retreated to Tang Xiansheng's side.

He drew his hands in the air.

The rain that fell from above the sky gathered into a huge water shield with the swipe of his palm, and the water shield stood in front of him.

The Assassins drew their knives.

The sword qi containing the aura was translucent, breaking through the rain all over the ground, setting off a semi-arc-shaped sharpness.

approached Tang Yimo and Tang Xiansheng from all directions.

Tang Yimo roared.

The muscles on the neck are tense.

A punch is struck.

The water shield fell heavily, and the translucent semi-arc sharp edge smashed on the water shield, causing a wave before disappearing.

Distance.

The assassin who confronted Jiang Li was taken aback by this scene.

Jiang Li, who had been using the spear, suddenly froze his gaze, and his hand was drawn on the knife behind him, but after thinking about it, he still used the spear in his hand to provoke.

Tear and pull.

The black cloth on the hat was torn in half.

A glimpse.

Jiang Li seemed to faintly see the face under the hat.

I couldn't help but be stunned.

"Withdraw!"

A low voice rang out, and the surrounding assassins retreated, leaping onto the rooftops and disappearing into the hazy rain.

Tang Yimo didn't chase after him, he was afraid that the other party would turn the tiger away from the mountain, so he stood quietly in the rain.

Jiang Li looked at the departing figures of these assassins, and the expression on his face gradually disappeared.

No wonder he felt so familiar.

Turning his head to look in the direction of the Purple Gold Palace, Jiang Li took a deep breath.

Tang Xiansheng wiped a handful of rain from his face, and the smile on his face made people lose their meaning.

Soon, Jiang Li ordered someone to clean up the surroundings and took Tang Xiansheng into the imperial city.

......

Book Pavilion.

Outside the window, the rain was hazy.

The national teacher Kong Xiu stood in front of the window, quietly looking at the rain curtain.

Outside the window, the plantain was constantly bent over by the rain, and the stagnant water was constantly dripping down from the leaves.

Mo Tianyu entered the house and took a crane to put on the national teacher.

"Master, it's raining, it's cold. ”

Mo Tian said.

The master coughed lightly and said, "The smell of blood in the imperial capital is too strong, but this rain is very timely, and it can wash away the smell of death that cannot be dispersed." ”

However, he also became an accomplice in covering up death. ”

Mo Tianyu seemed to understand but didn't understand.

He poured a cup of hot tea, and in the turquoise tea, there were tea residues in circles.

He handed the tea to his master.

"Master, Tang Xiansheng was assassinated, and it was on the long street outside the imperial city. ”

"Those assassins...... All have aura. ”

Mo Tian said.

"The opening of the Eight Great Dragon Gate Caves has changed the pattern of the world, and there are spiritual practitioners...... It's still scarce, but it's not as scarce anymore as it used to be. ”

"Tianyu, who do you think instigated Tang Xiansheng's assassination this time?"

The national teacher blew the hot air on the tea water and said.

Mo Tianyu was stunned, "Or, the student will calculate a hexagram first?"

The Master's face darkened.

"What kind of hexagram is it, you can tell me your guess and understanding. ”

"I can't guess then, because anyone can assassinate, but no one can assassinate. ”

Mo Tian said.

"However, I have to say that one person ......"

The master looked at Mo Tianyu, took a sip of hot tea, and motioned for him to continue.

"The student thinks it's very likely to be the one in the Purple Palace. ”

Mo Tianyu folded his hands and said slowly.

The sound was flat, and the rain curtain roared outside the window.

The master's action of drinking tea froze, and his eyes fell on Mo Tianyu.

......

North Luo, the island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan leaned on a wheelchair.

He was vaguely aware of what was happening in the imperial capital, but he didn't care.

Whether Tang Xian is alive or dead has nothing to do with him.

The early morning wind was blowing, but it was blowing thick clouds, and there was a faint accumulation of rain brewing in them.

Finally.

When the first drop of cold rushed down from the clouds and splashed on the ground.

On the surface of Beiluo Lake, the sound of dingdong suddenly resounded non-stop, and ripples gradually rose.

Heavy rain was pouring down.

Ning Zhao held an umbrella to cover the rain for Lu Fan, and pushed the wheelchair into Bai Yujing's pavilion.

Sandalwood is lit, and a fragrant fragrance permeates the house.

Ning Zhao put away the umbrella, used a hot pot to cook wine for Lu Fan, and put a girl in it, the slight heat emitted by the clear wine.

Lu Fan sat on the thousand-bladed chair, with a spiritual pressure chessboard in front of him, and set it on the thousand-bladed chair.

Lu Pan holds black and white, and puts the mountains and rivers in a situation.

After setting up a game, Lu Fan put away the chessboard, and Ning Zhao handed over the bronze wine glass full of wine.

"Childe, it's humid on a rainy day, drink a glass of hot wine to warm up. ”

Ning Zhao said with a smile.

Lu Fan didn't refuse, took the wine, and took a sip.

The warm liquor poured down the throat into the body, as if to dissipate the suffocation caused by the heavy rain.

Lu Fan carried the bronze wine glass, leaned on the wheelchair, and closed his eyes slightly.

Seeing Lu Fan's eyes closed, Ning Zhao didn't bother.

Cautiously exited the attic room.

The fragrance in the room is slowly rising, and there are teenagers sitting on chairs to take a rest, and the picture is quite elegant.

However......

As a matter of fact.

Lu Fan is not taking a nap.

His mind swelled, and he began to sense the range of the aura drop.

In an instant, mountains and rivers were crossed.

The scope of the aura that could be cast suddenly expanded a lot, and even, he continued to spread, passing through the Tianhan Pass in the extreme north of the Great Zhou.

The limit of Lu Fan's perception before was Tianhan Pass, and if he went further, he couldn't do it.

Tianhan Pass outward.

In Lu Fan's induction, there were dry bones everywhere and yellow sand......

The boring Lu Fan retracted his mind.

However, he didn't open his eyes, because he found that the system panel popped up, and the [Missionary] in the [Permissions] column was flashing with a vague hint of light.

Lu Fan was stunned and interested.

His fingers tapped lightly on the Fengling gauntlet of the Thousand Blades Chair.

The next moment, my mind poured into the pulp.

Airplanes......

Suddenly, a familiar feeling swelled.

Line after line of suggestive text bounced out before his eyes, scrolling constantly.

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