Seeing the reaction of the two, the masked black-clothed man on the opposite side also showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he didn't know that Ling Chuxi and the two of them had already realized the crisis, and they maintained twelve points of vigilance, and they had already noticed it the moment he got up.

The golden silk whip was longer than the Falling Dust Sword, but Ling Chuxi's speed was faster than Lan Xinyu, and the silver sword shadow and the golden whip shadow attacked in front of the black-clothed masked man almost at the same time.

With a movement of the man's wrist, a dark aura erupted from the slender sword, and an extremely ingenious force came, and it actually swung the dust sword and the golden silk whip crookedly.

What a skillful swordsmanship! Ling Chuxi and Lan Xinyu were startled at the same time and attacked again.

The black-clothed masked man suddenly lowered his body and passed between the two of them with a sword and a whip. His movements are not graceful, but they are smooth and natural, without a single superfluous movement, even the swing of his arms and the retraction of his waist and abdomen are as precise as a perfect machine.

"Professional killer!" Ling Chuxi guessed the identity of the other party.

Maybe the strength of this black-clothed masked man is not very strong, much worse than Ye Qianhe, but his swordsmanship and body skills are simple and direct to the extreme, everything exists for killing.

If there is a fair competition, this person will definitely not be Ye Qianhe's opponent, but when it comes to assassination and assassination, even ten Ye Qianhe may not be able to escape his assassination.

"Be careful!" Ling Chuxi hurriedly reminded Lan Xinyu, and at the same time subconsciously protected Lan Xinyu's side.

At this moment, the killer turned strangely, and stabbed at the little boy with a sword, mercilessly, even more aggressively than just now, obviously, this was his real goal.

Ling Chuxi's hearts shook violently, and their hairs stood up.

From the moment they found something unusual, both of them intuitively thought that this killer was coming at Ling Chuxi, who would have thought that his real target would be the little boy in front of him.

With his strength, if he wants to kill an unarmed little boy, why bother so much effort?

Ling Chuxi and Lan Xinyu didn't have time to think, they just subconsciously took out their swords and whips, wanting to stop his actions, but all these changes were too sudden, and no one thought that his real target was that little boy, not only Ling Chuxi and the two, but also Ling Yichen and Baili Han, who had rushed up.

At this moment, the little boy's eyes suddenly turned pitch black, like an endless black hole, and the equally black pendant on his chest also emitted a strange water-like ripple, as if a water vortex was spinning outside his body.

The killer's movements slowed down suddenly, as if he was bound by an invisible shackle, and the lightning sword momentum also stopped.

Time and space, as if they all stood still at this moment. But the process was very short, so short that it was a delusion.

When Ling Chuxi woke up from that illusionary stillness, the killer's sword had broken free from the invisible shackles and stabbed at the little boy again.

"Look for death!" At the same time, a roar sounded, and a figure rushed in.

When the voice sounded, the person was still dozens of feet away, but when the voice fell, a palm had already slapped towards the killer.

The powerful aura was compressed to the extreme, almost substantial, enveloping the killer like a stream of water, but it was controlled in the slightest. Close at hand, Ling Chuxi and the others couldn't feel the coercion of the slightest bit of true qi when it was released, but when they saw the substantial watery halo, they could think of the huge power contained in it.