"Huh?"

Gu Nan held the cup and looked at the black feathers falling on the table, frowning slightly.

Feather?

Crows?

Thinking about it, I looked up at the sky, the sky was endless, and there was no shadow of half a bird at all.

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Slowly raise the cup to your lips, pour the water from the cup into your mouth and swallow gently.

Gu Nan sighed lightly.

The cup was lowered, and there was a muffled sound with the wooden table.

At the same time, the black feathers on Gu Nan's table seemed to have weathered, and gently spread out.

Dispersed into a wisp of smoke and disappeared into the night.

"Wow!"

As soon as the wind sounded, a person suddenly appeared, accompanied by a black mist escaping, flying down from the eaves above the city gate, and quickly leaning in the direction of Gu Nan, with a feather between his fingers.

If you look closely, you can see the texture of the metal on the feather, indicating that it is not an ordinary feather, but a blade that takes people's lives.

The feather-like blade was clamped between the man's fingertips, flickering with a little cold light, and quickly swept between the two of them, straight to Gu Nan's throat.

Everything happened in an instant, silently.

The feather had almost reached Gu Nan's face, and there was a confident smile on the man's face.

Until Gu Nan's body, a sword light suddenly appeared, illuminating the night transparently.

As if everything had slowed down, the blade of the sword broke away from the feathers and stabbed the man in the chest.

"Bang!"

The sword light dissipated, and the man scattered into a crow in mid-air, and his figure quickly retreated, appearing at the edge of the city wall in an instant, and landed there.

Because it's so fast, it's like it appeared there out of nowhere.

From beginning to end, except for that sword light, Gu Nan seemed to have never moved, the only difference was a sheathed black sword that was already in her hand.

The man was a man, dressed in an inky robe, with a crow's black feathers on his neckline, a slender figure, slightly morbid pale skin, and two lilac lines painted at the corners of his eyes.

At this time, he was standing in front of Gu Nan, with vigilance and a little panic in his eyes, one hand was hidden behind him, the tiger's mouth was broken, and blood flowed down the feathers on his robe.

"The black sword has no qualification, and it is really evil, and Ling Ran ······"

The man's voice took a slight breath, he had obviously used all his strength just now, but it was still not as fast as the sword light.

Under that sword, the light skills he was proud of were useless, and he could only hide in a panic.

The previous sword, if he was half a point slower, it would kill him.

The hand hidden behind him was still trembling slightly at this time.

"Illusion?" Gu Nan watched the crow that flew out disappear into the night.

He looked at the man standing on the edge of the city and spoke.

"The light work is good, but it's still a little hot."

After speaking, the Wuge in his hand sounded softly, and a sword blade revealed the scabbard, and the reflection of the sword body under the moonlight reflected the figures of Gu Nan's two people.

"It's not early, I don't know, what are you doing here?"

At the same time, an indescribable killing intent spread out from his body, enveloping the person in front of him.

The man's breath was sluggish, and the wind swept the feathers on his shoulders slightly.

I just felt that my body had become extremely heavy, and something was pressing on me.

The eyes hidden behind the armor stared at him, like being targeted by a fierce beast.

I was horrified.

What kind of monster is it in front of you?

His throat moved slightly, and his face still had a chuckle, but the smile was stiff, and the man half-bowed: "Under the ink crow." ”

"This visit was ordered by my Korean general to come and talk to the general."

He deliberately lowered his posture, but there was some small movement in his hand, and a feather fell into the injured hand behind his back.

"South Korea." Gu Nan nodded clearly: "What do you have to say to me?" ”

"And, you just took a look." Gu Nan's eyes were not fierce, but the coldness made Mo Crow almost have the urge to run away.

"I guess you're here to kill me, right?"

"Sha..."

The blade of the blade was slowly drawn from the scabbard.

Mo Crow had no doubt that when that terrifying unsheathed sword would kill him in an instant.

"Bang!"

No longer hesitating, the figure of the ink crow suddenly dispersed into a cloud of smoke, and several strange crows rushed out of the black smoke and rushed towards Gu Nan, disturbing her sight for a moment.

It was this kind of blinding illusion again, Gu Nan concentrated, but the crow had already flown towards her, but it was a real crow.

At the same time, several sharp feathers burst out of the air.

The sword light also dragged out a drill in an instant, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, twisting the air around it, and the feathers flying in mid-air were directly twisted away.

After a sword, the city was calm again, and the figure had flown away, leaving a trail of blood, scattered feathers, and the corpse of a crow.

"Huh." Wuge spun around in his hand and retracted into the sheath.

Gu Nan looked at the crow that fell to the ground, and he was actually able to follow him to Hangu Pass.

South Korea, on the other hand, is very good at grasping the news.

The ink crow didn't know who it was, and the name should be a title, maybe it was a reckless person.

Qinggong was really fast, even she couldn't keep him.

Just don't change.

Gu Nan took one last look at the direction in which the ink crow retreated, didn't chase it, turned around and walked towards the city.

The figure of the ink crow flew through the night, and its back was already soaked with cold sweat.

Blood continued to flow from a palm-wide wound on his chest, making his already pale face even weaker.

The general of the lost army, the black sword has no qualification...

Write it down silently in your heart.

With such swordsmanship, it seems that the rumors that she hurt the six-fingered black man of the Mo family are really somewhat credible.

As if worried that there would be pursuers, his pace quickened a few points, and it was like a gust of wind and smoke in the air.

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It was cold outside the gate, and at the end of the year, when the weather was too cold to stand it anymore, it began to snow.

The light snow that fluttered covered the fields and mountains outside the pass overnight, and it was white.