The sword flashed, the Longquan sword had a perfect arc, and in an instant, the blood shadow seemed to feel that thousands of afterimages had conjured up in front of his eyes, thunder and killing, quick and quick decision, some things should not be delayed.

――Click――

With a crisp sound, the blood-colored broken sword in his hand was able to hold Long Quan's blade, but the sharp tip of the sword still nailed into the shoulder of the blood shadow with an indomitable momentum. frowned but didn't scream, because he knew that once he spoke, this time the action would be a failure, on the long street, he was under the dark power of the gray-clothed old man, although he was not seriously injured, but after all, he had been noticed by Yan Hong.

If you miss the opportunity tonight, then with Yan Hong's mind, there will be the elite of Wuxian Village coming early tomorrow morning, and then you will really be caught!

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and without any hesitation, he made a mistake and slid his steps, and he was about to draw out the long sword.

The assassin was originally fighting for his life, and the most effective way at this time should have been to take a step forward and pass the Longquan sword through his shoulder blade, and the long sword in his hand stabbed Yan Hong's throat, which was a good chance to kill.

However, what he is accustomed to using in his right hand is a short sword, if you carefully compare the length, it is only half the length of the Longquan sword, if it is this kind of life-for-life style at this moment, as long as Yan Hong's long sword twists and staggers to give way to this sword, the blood-colored short sword is useless, and this right arm must be completely wasted.

This was an outcome he didn't want to see, such a result was too heavy for a swordsman, especially for an assassin who was always struggling on the edge of life and death, the choice to abandon an arm was too cruel for him to bear.

In the future, if this arm is really missing, even if he really kills Yan Hong this time and makes a great contribution to the Lord, but in the subsequent tasks, his chances of survival will be reduced by thirty percent, and the killers sometimes cherish their lives more than the killed, because the blood on their sword blades has clearly confirmed one thing.

Actually, life is really fragile! Therefore, he chose to retreat and look for the right opportunity after that.

However, he forgot a very important factor, the goal in front of him is completely different from the usual goal, ordinary people, he can hide in the shadows and wait for the opportunity to move.

However, the young man in front of him would never give him such a chance again. There is really only a thin line between success and failure in life and death at this moment, and it seems that the ending is doomed the moment he retreats!

――Stinging――

The essence flashed in his eyes, and the dragon spring in his hand was dragged out of the shoulders of the blood-clothed man, and the cold light reappeared, and between the swallows, it seemed to be even stronger than just now!

Mozi swordsmanship, light incense and comment on ink, a little cold mangs are thousands of changes, unexpected, unguardable!

The airflow, which was already a little stagnant, was once again driven by Yan Hong's strong aura at this moment, and the blood-clothed assassin had fallen into the quagmire little by little, and he didn't know it yet!

――Qiang――

The two swords once again sparked dazzling sparks with the void, Yan Hong's long sword swung and made a move to the rivers and lakes of Mohai, as if a calm lake suddenly burst into turbulent waves, because the snobbery had already unloaded the eight or nine points of internal force from the assassin.

The blood-clothed assassin is suffering at this time, the weapon is already an inch long and an inch strong, and a dragon spring has already suppressed his short sword extremely passively, but the way of the assassin is to miss a blow and escape thousands of miles.

However, today, it seems that everything is contrary to his own ideas, and when he is about to make a move on the long street, the old man in gray is forcing himself back with strong strength.

Tonight, in the dead of night, the fake wanted to be caught off guard, but as soon as he arrived, Yan Hong had already noticed his whereabouts, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he called out his own collection. Push yourself to fight him head-to-head in the way you don't do best.

At this moment, his right arm was already injured, but just now he fought against Yan Hong, which can be said to be even worse!

――Bangdang――

A series of sparks lit up in the quiet room, and the sound of iron hammering gradually spread, and gradually there were bursts of sound under the originally silent night, and it was obvious that someone had noticed here.

At this moment, there were already many small wounds on the blood-clothed assassin's body, and in the night, the originally bright red robe had gradually turned into a dazzling dark red at this moment, and the blood slipped down the wound bit by bit, gathering between the wisps of red. At this moment, his face had turned grayish, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead flowed down endlessly.

Yan Hong can be described as a superb medical skill, the meridians and acupoints in all parts of the human body are almost familiar with the heart, every sword is stabbed towards the most painful place on the body, every time he slashes, almost all of them are accurate to add new injuries to the old wounds, and the calculation is extremely accurate.

All this, an almost endless cycle, is no less than sprinkling salt directly on the affected area of a seriously injured person, even with the extreme endurance of the blood-clothed assassin, he is almost killed alive!

This may be the most humiliating way to die in the world.

Gradually, the sound of heavy breathing sounded in the room, and wisps of white air spurted out of the nostrils, but the light was dim at the moment, and it was impossible to see, and the eyes flashed, and a pair of eyes like poisonous snakes had become scarlet at this moment.

One by one, the pale red bloodshot in the eyeballs became clearer and clearer, and at any time, the injured beast was the most dangerous!

Looking at each other, Yan Hong's pupils contracted slightly, not fear, but solemnity!

"Quack, boy, the biggest wrong thing you did was that you didn't kill me just now!"

There was a sinister laugh, the Adam's apple squirmed, and a very hoarse roar, which, combined with the blood-red gaze, seemed to be really a wounded beast, and all the anger was accumulating little by little.

"Say, who is your lord? And who is going to buy my life, and who is the buyer? ”

He looked proudly like a noble king, looking at a down-and-out beggar with a great contempt.

"Hmph—do you think I'm going to sue you?" There seemed to be a sneer on his lips.

"Do you think you still have a choice?"

"Since there is no choice, then, I can tell you that tonight is not only thou shalt die, but thy sister, thy mother, and thy woman shall die, quack—are you satisfied with all this?"

The cold voice, the cold smile, seemed to have seen the scene of Yan Hong's family being destroyed in front of his eyes.

――Stinging――

A flash of silver light swept across without warning, and between the electric lights and flints, Yan Hong's door had already been covered!

――Hula――

The clothes are torn through the air, the blood shadow flashes, and they have already fled!

"Shaft daring! ――”

With a loud shout, with the left foot as the axis, it rotated seven hundred and twenty degrees, and the next moment the Longquan Sword had been shot, since it was here, then, let's stay!

――Puff,Click――

The sword kills, and the soul of a sword dies.

Before the last word of "a hundred steps to ・・・・・" could be spoken, life had already disappeared silently.

――Let's go〜

A drop of crystal slipped unconsciously, and the Longquan Sword had already returned, and Yan Wei just leaned quietly on the pillar, looking at the miserable white moonlight.

"Mother, the child is not good—"