The weather was gloomy, with a light rain drifting in the air, and a dense piece of needlework shuttled between heaven and earth.

The clouds were a little low but not oppressive, and the air was filled with moisture, wetting the noses of pedestrians.

On the bank of the Weishui River outside Xianyang City, a man wearing a cloak and hat stood there, carrying a slender black sword with no sword grid at his waist.

The shadow of the hat covered the man's face, and the rain slid down the hat and ticked on the ground.

The surface of the river was covered with splashes, and the rain splashed down on it.

The lily robe was slightly blown by the wind to reveal the white clothes inside, which was a filial piety dress, which made people inexplicably a little weird.

"It's raining." Gu Nan pressed the brim of his hat, and looked up, countless rains fell in midair.

Why is she here?

It can only be said that King Yingji of Qin couldn't let her be idle even if she died, and the secret guard of the Wang family sent her a secret edict on the day of King Qin's death.

The arrangement made by King Qin before asked her to carry out the responsibility of banning the army and do a good job of preservation before the king of Qin came to the throne with the trap camp.

The king of Qin died, and the prince of Qin, An Guojun Yingzhu, would mourn for a year and then succeed to the throne.

Now thousands of people have been scattered in all corners of Xianyang City, and she is responsible for intercepting the people from the rivers and lakes who come to hear the sound or come to hear the profit.

Chivalry is forbidden by martial arts, and now that Xianyang is in a depression, all countries will inevitably take action.

According to the secret guard, a group of people will come to Weishui today.

And she, either let them go back or let them disappear.

There was a crackling, and the sound of rain was loud, and it was a little messy.

The rain interfered with the view and obscured everything in the distance.

I don't know how long Gu Nan has been standing on the riverside, just when she was about to doubt the ability of the Wang family's secret guard, on the surface of the Weishui River, a ferry boat faintly appeared at the end of the water and sky.

Wow...

The rain was heavier.

When the ferry boat came to shore, three people came down from the boat, a boatman, a swordsman in cloth, and an old man.

The three of them didn't seem to notice Gu Nan standing on the riverside and tied the boat.

The cloth-clothed swordsman said lightly: "When you enter that Xianyang City, you rely on your ability. ”

"Nature." The boatman didn't say much, the old man just squinted and smiled.

The three were preparing to leave.

"Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three..."

A cool voice came from the side, reading softly, as if counting something.

The three of them were all startled and turned back suddenly.

Only then did I find out that the man in the cloth was standing on the riverside.

The man had been standing there all the time, and they hadn't even noticed...

The cloak and hat made it impossible to see the man's appearance and figure, and the only thing that could be noticed was probably the sword at the man's waist.

It didn't look like a sword at all, it was like a black stick in its scabbard.

"Huh." The boatman took the bamboo pole in his hand and smiled, his face was unchanged: "Is the gentleman crossing the river or taking a boat?" ”

The cloth-clothed swordsman and the old man stood aside without happening, and the cloth-clothed swordsman's hand was already on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Under the hat, there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking at them, and I don't know if it was the rain that made them feel cold.

"You leave now, I will not kill you."

The words have already been spoken.

The cloth swordsman's expression became cold, and the scar on his face wrinkled, quite hideous.

"Your Excellency really thinks that you can be the three of us alone?"

"Huh..."

The man in the cloth sighed: "Can't talk? ”

"Whew!" In response to her was a bamboo pole in the boatman's hand.

The long pole circled, causing the raindrops to scatter, and the energy visible to the naked eye on the bamboo pole of more than two meters was surging, writhing in the rain, like a snake's body.

But in the blink of an eye, she had already rushed in front of the clothed man, and the strong wind blew her hat slightly, revealing the unfazed look below.

Behind the bamboo pole was a long sword, and the sword of the cloth-clothed swordsman hummed and flew out of its scabbard.

The sword pierced through the rain and cut the raindrop in half.

The bamboo pole was about to reach the man's throat, and the sword had already pierced her robe.

The clothes are moving.

The hand was on the sword at his waist, and the "black stick" was pulled out, which made people's hearts feel cold.

By the time the light and shadow had faded, the man in the cloak was already standing behind the boatman and the cloth swordsman, standing with his sword stacked.

The bamboo pole in the boatman's hand broke into two pieces, and one was thrown high into the air, spun several times in mid-air, and stuck in the dirt beside it.

There was a cut in his throat, blood splattered all over the ground, and it kept flowing out, and his expression was incredible, and a mouthful of blood overflowed from his mouth, and he fell heavily to the ground.

The cloth-clothed swordsman's face was covered with water droplets, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or rain.

The clothes on his chest were torn, and a shallow line of blood appeared on the skin inside.

His sword was a moment slower than the boatman's bamboo pole, saving his life.

If he were to describe the sword of the man in the cloth just now, it would be in one word, fast. So fast that the boatman couldn't see it, and he couldn't see it.

All they saw was the man in the coat drawing his sword, and then they heard the sound of the sword being drawn.

The sword light flashed in the scabbard of the black sword, and he was in it for a moment, and at that moment, it seemed that the heavens and the earth had darkened, and only the sword light remained.

"Dangchang." The swordsman's sword fell, and he slumped in the muddy water, panting.

The old man among the three did not make a move until he saw the sword of the man in the cloth, the smile on his face faded faintly, and he stood there with his hands behind his back.

"Sir, are you really trying to stop us?" The old man looked at the robe, the wind swept by, and he saw the white robe under the robe.

Prudence in the eyes.

"The old man may recognize you."

"Oh?" The man in the cloak turned his head to look at him, "Why?" ”

"Dai Fu travels, swordsmanship is unparalleled, there should be only one person in the Qin Kingdom."

Speaking of this, the old man faintly possessed: "The old man has seen the general who has fallen into battle." ”

"Well, it's me." The man in the cloak nodded in acknowledgement, and then asked, "Then can you leave?" ”

"No, let's give it a try."

The old man's figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

An unsightly figure stepped forward and drew a short sword in his hand.

The old man's speed is also very fast.

A drop of rain fell between the two, and the transparent droplets of water reflected the figures of the two people.

Time is like a freeze frame.

The next moment, the man in the coat disappeared into the rain.

The old man's fierce eyes flashed with a hint of confusion.

Then he leaned back, and a wound that pierced his upper body splattered with blood, as if it had stained the rain into red ashes.

"Bang!"

The cloth-clothed swordsman looked at the old man's death, his eyes were terrified, he couldn't bear it anymore, he was like a crazy demon, he screamed and ran away, and jumped into the water.

"Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three."

Gu Nan put away his sword, straightened the hat on top of his head, and never looked back, carrying the gridless long sword at his waist, and left step by step.