At night, the deeper and deeper huge rain curtain has already been connected between heaven and earth, and the rain hits the branches of the trees, and there are already branches that can't withstand the huge blow, and the fragile places have even bent, and the knocking on the ground has formed a large and small puddle, falling into it like a drumstick, which is the most primitive tone between heaven and earth, and it is also the most catharsis of affection, it seems that the long-accumulated love xù suddenly broke out at this moment! ’

Heaven and earth, seemingly indifferent, as if ruthless, but between this side of the world, a grass and a tree, a flower and a leaf are the expression of nature's love, the interpretation of love, I have heard that the rain is the cry of the sky, but why can't it be regarded as a gift from nature to all things in heaven and earth, or a test, after the wind and rain can often see the most beautiful rainbow, this is not an interpretation of the Tao.

The dull thunder still did not stop, and the faint light rose from the clouds, but it was still powerless to dispel the night that enveloped the heavens and the earth!

The rain moves, the wind rises, this qiē is an inevitable law, compared to the dull chaos of the rain landing, the wind seems to be more like an artist, its percussion is big and small, fast and slow, the priority seems to have an established melody, through the sharp friction of the stone forest again and again, there is a piece of strange rocks, there is such a stone forest on the seashore of Songhai City, through the changeability of the woods, the sharpness of the leaves, the trembling of the branches, the hollow drum of the trunk is so wonderful, nature is the best teacher, Heaven and earth are a book that can never be finished.

Silent in this seemingly noisy, Yan Hong did not have the slightest impetuousness, some are just as cold as ice, as quiet as snow peaks, thousands of blows are still strong, Ren Er, east and west, north and south winds, the mood is clear, not moving like a mountain, what is needed most at this moment is to be quiet, wait for the opportunity, the long sword in his hand is still fluorescent, it seems to be the only moving point in this piece of darkness, the three-foot Qingfeng stands here without moving like a mountain, heavy as a thousand pounds, the sword should be in the hand, the sword is both there, and the person is also there, but it is under this dazzling light, Yan Hong's figure is a strange shrouded haze, seemingly far and near, plausible, seemingly static, but it seems to be free, can't see through, can't grasp.

Standing with the sword, the five ghost-like sides are like five peerless swords, and like five wild beasts, even in the thick of the night, they still can't hide the rich blood. This is the essence of the assassin, this is the killer's self, all the time their hearts are rendered in blood, all the time their intentions are not attached to the sharp blade in their hands, in the name of the sword, to kill for a living, this is the meaning of the assassin's existence, this is the path that the assassin is pursuing.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there will be killing, killing is not stopped, the assassin is eternal, the sword of killing, the blade of blood, this is the meaning of the assassin's existence.

The five people seem to have besieged the city in a perfect circle, and they are really just in front, like a sword, and when they come out, they will break the enemy; The chaotic god is the tip of the sword, and the tip of the sword is the most treacherous, and it is unprepared to attack it unprepared; Turning the soul to destroy the soul for the sword grid, one left and one right are fully protected, the dragon is like the sword blade, the blade is the sharpest, and the head is in a different place as soon as it comes out, it seems that tonight, for Yan Hong, it is already a dead ・・・・・・・.

-- Click, boom --

A purple dragon pierced the sky, as if it had accumulated its anger to the extreme, like a peerless divine blade piercing through the heavens and the earth, and all the darkness seemed to become extremely fragile at this moment, torn apart, and shattered!

As if it had stopped, five strangely dressed masked people seemed to be looking at Yan Hong, standing with their swords, the smile on the corner of their mouths was still cold.

"Why is it only the five of you, and where is the old blind man?"

The voice fell, the sword momentum opened, like a shock, suddenly appeared, no omen, no traces, strong against strong, Longquan is really strong!

――Qiang――

With a loud bang, another purple dragon flashed, a circle of visible air waves swept away, and the general trend of eight three-person hugs was cut off by the waist, such a power has almost blocked the originally established cooperation, and the sword momentum of the remaining five people who were originally encircled was unreasonable at this moment to stop for a moment, this huge roar has long been unable to distinguish whether it is thunder or sword roar, and the back hand that has been calculated has been cut off at this time, and the brow of Zhengang has become a Sichuan character under the night.

The original smart, swift Changhong through the sun, but in front of the eyes has become the second style of Mozi swordsmanship, ink blood rushing, shocking, as long as you let this move, and then a backhand blow, you will hit the door, but at this moment it is a hard collision!

In the current situation, Zhengang only used three percent of his strength, and the remaining seven points of his strength were used to prepare for the next move, but he was hit by this ten percent of the ink blood rushing, and his blood floated, almost a mouthful of blood poured into his mouth, and the two of them were already one line apart in cultivation.

"Intercept him—Confusion, Monster!" Zhengang pulled out and flew back, and the nine turnbacks in mid-air were completed in an instant, but they still only unloaded seventy percent of Yan Hong's strength, and a mouthful of blood could not help but spurt out from the air, but he still ignored the injury and shouted.

Say it's too late, then it's too soon!

Yan Hong is preparing to break out along the trend, but he doesn't want two sword lights as a hood, in this rainy curtain like a pearl of a thousand Chinese New Year's Eve, the glory is followed by the sound of clothes breaking through the air, the six people have cooperated for many years, the tacit understanding is naturally natural, and the two slender figures behind them are also like ghosts, and the advantage of women's lightness at this moment can be described as vividly exquisite!

Helplessly, the forward momentum was stuck, and he chose six whirls horizontally in mid-air, which was able to avoid the lore between the chaotic gods and the spirits.

-- sting, poof--

Although the fatal attack was barely dodged, this bloody disaster was categorically unavoidable, the long swords of the chaotic god and the dragon spirit grazed against Yan Hong's back and abdomen respectively, and the impact of the sword qi was unavoidable, but in an instant, the red blood flowed out, dyeing the originally clean clothes into a dark red.

-- hiss -- "Dog A Day A!" For the first time in his life, Yan Hong burst into foul language, and gasped deeply, this time it was really not light, but before he could deal with it, the enemy's killing move had already come!

Five sword lights, like Changhong, come from five directions, to strangle Yan Hong!

"Thief - you dare!"

When time flashed in a flash, two explosions sounded, people borrowed the horse's momentum, and the sword qi also came first, like a swimming dragon, full of righteousness, and the originally dense blood seemed to be completely dispersed at this moment, and never left any traces!

――Qiang――

――Qiang――

Two loud bangs, the sound of metal striking resounded through the valley, the Traceless Sword blocked the Chaos God and the Dragon, and the Ling Void Sword blocked the Soul Destroyer, "You are now, this place is handed over to us!" ”

"Quick—"

broke off with a drink, but the ovary made a quick decision!

"I want to go—I'm going to die!" Zhengang is also full of murderous aura at the moment, the long sword is unabated, and there is no doubt that Yan Hong will be killed!

Yan Hong jumped high, like chasing the stars and chasing the moon, bursts of red light actually appeared all over his body, a golden phoenix phantom flashed on his forehead, and the Longquan sword was shrouded in purple light, this moment seemed to have become a game without suspense, Zhengang had been knocked ten zhang away, and he was dead on the tree and passed out!

There was just an angry national curse echoing in the sky!

"What the!! Lao Tzu is in a hurry-!! ”