They were jumping and making noise on the bluestone floor. Originally, it was just a slow and purposeless beating, but as the sound of Fan Yu's chanting gradually accelerated, these water droplets began to gather together rapidly from all directions, forming a crystal clear water ball in the air, and finally even the dripping water from the eaves changed its original trajectory, and flew continuously towards this soft ball in the middle of the courtyard, which slowly increased from the size of a fist, and finally became a behemoth with a diameter of eight feet.

An Le outside the door glanced at Zhu Ze, who was sharp, Zhu Ze nodded silently, gently pulled back those silky blades with his left hand, and held the handle of the stabbing snake with his right hand. Zhu Ze was waiting now, and he had already seen the guards on the other side begin to retreat in an orderly manner, and slowly raised the guards crossbow. He was still waiting, he didn't know the next step, and the only action Jing Qili ordered in his secret note was here. What was next, he didn't know, there were only four words at the end of the letterhead: "Wait and see." However, looking at the larger and bigger water balloon opposite, Zhu Ze felt that it was not a good idea. Jing Qili is also waiting, Zhu Ze and An Le are doing a good job, every step is almost perfect, one ring after another, and now it should be Lida and Lier's one ring. They would fire arrows from the arrow tower in the inn and start setting fire, but a few moments had passed and they had not yet been seen.

What delayed them? Is it because of the humidity after the rain that you can't start a fire right away? Or is it because they are inner ghosts? Since his first operation nineteen years ago, Jing Qili has lost count of how many people he has killed and how many actions he has had. But this time, for the first time, he had a sense of foreboding. He felt that every moment of waiting was so long, and the time of every drop of water dripping from under the eaves began to be extended. A quarter of an hour ago, the arrow tower of the post station. The sentinels of the Arrow Tower poked their heads out after the rainstorm and let out a sigh of relief. The torrential rain just now made him hide in the lower floor, but he was still half-wet by the leaking rain. He laboriously removed his helmet, and the undershirt and chain mail now seemed to weigh twice as much, draped over him. He was considering whether to take it off and dry it for a while while no one noticed, when he felt his feet sink and someone grabbed his ankle from the bottom and pulled him to the next level.

He slammed his back down on the damp plank, feeling as if his spine had cracked, and it hurt like a cone. The sudden impact caused him to open his mouth and scream, but only a mist of blood erupted from his mouth. He had his throat slit with a cutlass the moment he hit the ground, and a bronze cigarette stick smashed into his chest, shattering three of his ribs, and he writhed in pain for a moment before dying. "Let's light the fire." Lida looked at the corpse at his feet and took out the fire fold from his arms. The timing was just right. No one noticed that there was a strange fluctuation in the empty void behind them. Before the fire fold in Lida's hand could be opened, it fell to the ground. A sudden thin sword pierced directly through Lida's chest, and he looked at the trembling blade in his chest in a daze, turned around angrily, and the bronze pipe in his right hand spun out. However, the angry blow only hit the wooden spiral ladder behind him, and the damp wood collapsed, and the air twisted a few times in the scattered sawdust, and a burly servant in black armor emerged. It was the illusion of the Miro system, but I didn't expect that this remote arrow tower had already ambushed the servants of Qin Tianjian. Damn it.

Li Da felt a chill in his chest, and the strength of his whole body began to dissipate rapidly with the withdrawal of the thin sword, he knelt on one knee and tried to open his mouth, "Go!" But at that moment, Riji had already flown and swung his sword in pursuit, the flying scimitar and the flowing thin sword collided together, and after a few violent impacts, the two weapons overlapped together, and the servant of the black armor continued to exert force, but found that he could not overwhelm the thin opponent in front of him. Li Er's whole person began to rotate with the scimitar against the thin sword, and the servant of the black armor also followed the half-turn in an instant, and finally the two bloodthirsty blades were still strangled together, holding each other. Riji jerked up his right knee and slammed into the servant's waist, but the hard iron armor barely affected the opponent. The servant on the opposite side chuckled softly, and the whole person began to become distorted and blurred in front of Riji, and after a fluctuation of the air, the whole person disappeared again.

"It's Miro...... And one more ...... The mystic master ...... "Every word of Lida drove the wound in his lungs, and the pain almost made him faint, and he reluctantly finished the semi-secret words, and finally could not support it, and collapsed sideways. His eyes drifted away, and his gray hair was stained red with his own blood. "Er, let's go......" The secret words made him cough and spit out a large stream of blood, and then he died. Riji's anger didn't last long, and the deadly rapier stabbed out of nothingness once more, piercing his throat, and the scimitar in his hand fell to the ground with a thud. A moment later, now, the inn on the east side of the inn. "Bang", a drop of stagnant water at the corner of the eaves dripped on the windowsill again, stirring up a puff of mist. In a short moment, Jing Qili felt as if a stick of incense had passed for so long, and then he saw something he couldn't believe. A tall and burly guard walked from the back of the house to Fan Yu's figure, leaned over and whispered a few secret words.

Then Jing Qili saw that Fan Yu's face, which was originally as hard as a tree, actually smiled slightly. It's just that the wrinkled face, the faint and distorted smile, is more uncomfortable than crying. The guard took out a piece from behind him, shook his hand, and threw it in the open space not far in front of An Le. It's just a human head, and after An Le, who has killed countless people, saw it, he almost had to get rid of the hidden weapon in his hand. It was a big head, and his eyes were always smiling, full of horror. His slightly gray hair and short beard were stained dark red with blood, and his eyes seemed to be staring at An Le, making her want to scream. Jing Qili's heart sank. Lida and Liji acted together, Lida died, was he betrayed by Liji? Jing Qili remembered one thing at this time, these two have never been brothers. Thinking of the scimitar that flew like a butterfly, Jing Qi couldn't help but feel a chill in his centrifugation. Then he listened to the thud, and a scimitar was thrown near the big head, thrown by another guard who came out from behind, his body was emaciated, and his whole face was hidden in a black hood.

The scimitar had been knocked out of several gaps, and the strip of cloth on the handle was stained with blood and dried up into a blinding dark red. At the handle of the blade, the small sharp character was also stained with blood. Even Li Er was ambushed, Jing Qili's body trembled with anger. Anle, you betrayed us all! Fan Yu looked at the two assassins at the door with great satisfaction, the hunter became the prey, and he enjoyed the fear of the other party. "This is just the first step, and soon, you will be able to get together with your friends." Fan Yu's crutches tapped the ground, making an empty sound. The water balloon in front of the courtyard seemed to be hit vigorously and rushed towards Zhu Ze and An Le. An Le and Zhu Ze rolled towards Liangli at the same time, and the trajectory of the water polo was too obvious to be easily avoided. However, after a moment, they realized that they had thought wrong. The stagnant water on the ground suddenly turned into a viscous slime, and the two of them were firmly stuck on the ground, and then the water balloon smashed on the two of them without any suspense.

They felt a chill of coldness, the impact was not as deadly as they had imagined, and the water balloon just wrapped the two of them. At any given time, a living Assassin is much more useful than a dead one. Fan Yu looked at the two opposite with satisfaction, their fate would not be changed. Fan Yu looked through the faint light of dusk, as if he faintly saw that Gu Xuan's light had already swallowed them. All the spiders will fall into the web, Fan Yu narrowed his eyes, and the black-clothed crowd ran across the opposite street, it was the guard who rushed to the inn, and the crossbowman could not escape. There was only one last person left, and he wouldn't have thought that he had prepared a generous gift for him. On Fan Yu's black robe, the silver heart sword sunflower was dazzling and dazzling.

Jing Qili put away the long crossbow and casually threw away this thing that he had regarded as a treasure just now. He understood that mending the knife and extinguishing the mouth were already impossible tasks. The only thing he could do was to evacuate quickly and catch the inner ghost who had betrayed everyone. Kill him and make him pay all for this. He heard the sound of messy footsteps coming from the hallway, which were getting closer and denser, like a heavy rain. He knew that he wouldn't be safe either, those black-clad minions would soon gather here, they were hounds that saw their prey, and they wouldn't give him any chance.

However, from the first action, Jing Qili never only set a plan for himself. Although the person he trusted the most betrayed him, Jing Qili had already arranged the means to deal with this worst-case scenario. He pushed the wooden window open with all his might, and as the water from the shower spilled on his arm, he wiped it nonchalantly and raised his hand at the eaves. With a click, a bronze claw flew out of his sleeve and landed firmly on the eaves. Jing Qili pulled the rope hard, and with a slight touch of his feet, the whole person jumped into the sky outside. His burly figure twisted slightly in the air, as light as a swift, and disappeared into the eaves of the Tianyuan City Tower. Fan Yu heard the footsteps behind him, this person was the last chess piece laid by Fan Yu, the whole web had been completely folded, and he was about to get the corpse of the last spider. Behind him came a burly servant, in black armor and black helmet, holding a head in his hand. The servant walked up behind him, but suddenly drew his long, black-sheathed knife, but as soon as the knife was unsheathed, he could no longer move. Ripples began to ripple around Fan Yu again, and the water vapor in the air condensed together. The Seal Pool Array was launched again, and the Servant's whole person was wrapped in the mist, and he still maintained the posture of drawing his sword. Fan Yu turned around, his white hair was flying, and the sound of the wind was whirring all around. "You pretend to be very similar, but Xu Yan has been with me for ten years, and his footsteps have never been so disordered. You can kill him, you're good. ”

Fan Yu nodded, and the thin wooden staff in his hand slammed the ground. The black-armored man exploded, his internal organs and stumps scattered, and dark red blood flowed on the plank, thick and dark. It was as dark as the blood of a dead man. The dead man's head fell to a li, and the black helmet fell out, and it was the face of a Hokuriku man. The gray-white face was full of surprise, it was a familiar face of Fan Yu, who had followed his students for ten years. The black shadow on the roof beam swooped down, and the moment the array of the seal pool was unraveled, a person descended from the sky, and his strong and powerful right hand strangled Fan Yu's thin neck, and the tip of the knife in his left hand pierced out of Fan Yu's chest. "The Seal Pool Array can't be activated twice in a short period of time, and I know you more than you think." The man in black whispered, "And you don't know me, nor do you know the Blade Puppetry. Fan Yu felt a chill sink into his heart, like the ice of winter, the whole ground submerged into his body. He turned his head hard, only to see white teeth under the black hood, smirking and glaring. It was the fox's smile when he got it, and the owner of the smile was a handsome young man, with cruel smugness in his pale golden eyes. This is the last spider. The killer who was supposed to wait for the final blow in the back room of the post house actually killed the pawn he was ambushing. An Le looked at the old man opposite with a look of surprise in his eyes, and from the moment his short knife pierced the other party's heart, he knew that he had succeeded this time.

It wasn't until An Le saw the old man's eyes flip and his mouth flutter with words that he realized that things were far from being as simple as he imagined. An Le began to feel a wave of energy gathering in front of him that was mortal. His left hand exerted a swift force, violently twisting the dagger in the old man's heart. Until he felt something shatter inside the old man, like an irretrievable fall of delicate amber. An Le saw that the old man's body completely lost its luster in an instant, and that energy suddenly disappeared, as if a warrior who was charging with strength suddenly had his neck cut off, and that power disappeared in the moment when it was about to explode.

Fan Yu's mouth made a ho-ho sound, but he only spit out streams of blood foam. His eyes stared at An Le unwillingly, as if there were thousands of secret words to be said in his eyes, but in the end he just sighed and closed his eyes. His body quickly dried up. The originally thin body has now almost become a skeleton, and the place where the eyes used to be has sunk deeply, turning into two unfathomable black holes. An Le couldn't help but feel a churn in his stomach, but he felt that there was a burst of heat coming from the short blade of his left hand, like iron that had suddenly been burned red by flames. He threw away the dagger just in time, but there was still a scorching smell on his hands. Fan Yu's body collapsed as the external force left.