It has been a long time since the end of the Celestial Star Competition, and Archie and Mu Chenji are still practicing in the Lotus World, but in reality, the capital has reached an eventful time.

In the black market of the capital, a horse appeared on the road of the black market, and Lin Yue was sitting in the carriage at this time.

Han Ziyu's face became more and more condensed, because as soon as she entered the black market, she had already discovered the aura of many cultivators who did not belong to the black market, and these aura had a strong killing intent in it.

In the short time that the carriage had entered the black market, she had already thought through many things.

These people must have come for Lin Yue, she passed on a message to Lin Yue, at this time Han Ziyu was a little puzzled, who was making a move on Lin Yue at this time?

The most important thing is that the person who can launch an assassination of such a scale will definitely not be a small fish or shrimp, but a real dragon.

The black market is located in the most remote corner of the east of the city, and most of the people who live here are people begging for food and drink in the black market, and some ordinary people, of course, there are also spies from various families, which can be regarded as a mixture of dragons and snakes.

From this point of view, it is indeed a good place to launch an assassination, after all, it is easy to hide in place.

However, Han Ziyu came to the black market today because of a temporary intention, thinking that these people did not count variables like Han Ziyu when they set up this killing game, this may be the real variable of this killing game, and it is also the only variable.

The more Han Ziyu walked, the more frightened she became, because she perceived more and more people, and her palms began to sweat, I don't know if it was caused by nervousness.

At this moment, Lin Yue's voice came from the carriage, and he said, "Don't worry, the next shop is my people, I have deduced this bureau countless times today, and I have made full preparations, I called you here today, just to add the last guarantee to this, since they want me to die, then I will definitely not sit still, so after today, there will be no outsiders in the black market." ”

As soon as the carriage passed by a shop called Youlanju, the coachman immediately opened his voice and shouted, "There are assassins!"

At the same time as his loud shout sounded, a rapid roar sounded in the otherwise quiet air, and a flying sword flew out of the shop.

Han Ziyu's pupils shrank slightly, looking at this Bingfei Sword, which was all fiery red, like a meteorite with flames, piercing the window of a house across the street.

The flying sword flew through the window, and an explosion accompanied by a puff of smoke came out at the same time, and there was a scream, and then the house seemed to be unable to stand the power of the flying sword, and collapsed directly, bringing up a thick puff of dust.

At the same time, a cyan flying sword struck at lightning at an extremely ghostly speed, heading straight for the carriage

"Dang!"

The flying sword did not pierce into the carriage, but was blocked by Han Ziyu.

At this time, Han Ziyu's face was fierce, the long sword in her hand was already in her hand, and the cyan flying sword over there was blocked by her with her own sword, and the blade of the sword was still hung on the hilt of the sword by her sword.

The huge impact caused Han Ziyu's hair to be blown apart, swaying wildly in the air.

Suddenly, the crowd on the street exclaimed, not knowing what was happening, and seeing the terrifying scene, they began to flee in all directions, and the scene became chaotic for a while.

At this moment, in the street where the aftermath had not subsided, a sharp sword roar sounded again.

A golden sword light instantly appeared in the air!

This golden sword light, a moment ago was still on the eaves in the distance, and the next moment it had reached the top of this alley, listening to the rapid sword sound in the distance, at this moment it fell in the ears, it was already roaring like wind and thunder, and the heaven and earth vitality behind the sword light was dragged into a straight sword gang, which looked like a trace of golden afterglow in the air.

And judging from the distance from which this sword flew, this cultivator can definitely be regarded as a real master in flying sword control, and he is by no means an ordinary little person.

Han Ziyu wasn't sure that she could block this sword, but she was still ready to make a move.

"Don't mess around!"

Lin Yue's voice came from the carriage.

Boom!

A clear bang!

At this moment, a fiery red sword light rushed straight out of the collapsed house before, directly piercing a fiery red trace on the roof of the house on the route, and the wooden material of the roof was ignited instantly, and for a while, the fire and smoke were everywhere, and the fiery red sword light had caught up with the golden sword light in an instant, and in the air, it intersected more than a dozen times in an instant, and the flames were everywhere, bursting countless sparks and golden rays.

The people in the shop were also masters of using flying swords, and Han Ziyu instantly figured out the situation.

She didn't expect that her senior brother would be able to find such a master.

Just as she was thinking, there was a loud bang, and the houses in the entire street shook violently, and then all exploded in an instant, countless sword gangs overflowed, making a piercing cracking sound, and the entire street was now full of sword intent.

A burly man with a scarlet light all over his body seemed to be like a demon general, carrying a blood-red long sword, and the aura on his body was similar to those blood-robed people that Han Ziyu had once met, this person suddenly accelerated, and flew towards him with an incomparably violent momentum, the blood light on his body was great, and the blood-red long sword in his hand slashed towards Han Ziyu.

The incomparably violent sword intent and cold sword intent instantly enveloped Han Ziyu's qi, and the temperature dropped a lot in an instant.

Han Ziyu felt that his body had become much colder.

As a result, there was a slight slowness in the speed at which she raised her sword.

It was this short station that caused her to have no time to block this sword, as if she would be cut off by this sword in the next second.

"Who the hell are you?

However, at this moment, a flat cold drink sounded.

The coachman who was sitting upright in the front of the car, with a hat, and even Han Ziyu didn't perceive any cultivator's aura on him, had already appeared in front of Han Ziyu.

This coachman is more than forty years old, his face is vicissitudes, he looks haggard and strange before wearing an old robe, and even like an ordinary market coachman, he is full of that greasy and haggard senses, but at this time, the coachman is full of strange breath, countless sword intents surround him, and a very delicate white ice sword in his hand is pinched in his hand, and layers of cold air rise.

In the face of the leaping sword, the momentum was already indescribably powerful, and the blood-red long sword was just randomly pointed.

As soon as he stabbed out his sword, a white frost sword light appeared in front of the blade, and when this sword light was wrapped around the blood-red sword light, the blood-red sword light was instantly covered with ice crystals.

"You're Don..."

In mid-air, the burly cultivator who had already slashed out the blood-red long sword in his hand suddenly changed color and let out a shocked voice when he saw such a sword, and even his pupils dilated rapidly, but it was too late to make any changes.

The cracking sound of "click" sounded.

The frost sword light wrapped around the blood-red longsword in his hand, and the blood-red longsword in his hand was frozen in an instant, and the extremely cold breath directly hit his body along his arm, and in an instant, it frostbitten his heart and lungs.

A burst of ice crystal blood foam erupted from the burly cultivator's mouth, and at the same time that the blood-colored sword in his hand flew out of his hand, his body also flew upside down, plowing a long deep pit in the ground.

"Cold Ice Absolute Sword Tang Shan, the disciple of the previous generation of the Sword Pavilion. ”

At this time, the two flying swords were still entangled above the eaves, and countless sword lights were flashing, looking extremely beautiful, but they contained countless dangers, and the burly cultivator had not yet gotten up from the pit, and the sound of admiration had already come from the crossing when the carriage came.

Zuo Mu's figure appeared on the street, and he walked leisurely with a confident look on his face.

"Tangshan..."

Han Ziyu looked at this coachman, and there was a look of sudden realization in his eyes, since he was a disciple of the previous generation of the Sword Pavilion, it would not be surprising to have such a cultivation, after all, every generation of disciples of the Sword Pavilion was a strong person.

The coachman looked at Zuo Mu who came and said, "Such a big deal, even people like you are here, it seems that Zuo Xiang is bound to win today." ”

Zuo Mu stopped and said, "Since I'm here, why don't you leave?"

Zuo Mu's tone of voice seemed so affirmative and undoubted, which represented his absolute confidence in his own strength.

Tang San shook his head and said, "You may not be better than me, your only advantage is that you are a few years older than me and have more time to practice, but my talent is better than yours." After speaking, Tang San gently lifted the blade of the sword in his hand up.

Zuo Mu looked at Tang Shan's movements, the corners of his eyes narrowed into a line, what Tang Shan's movements meant, of course he knew, that was the battle.

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