Chu Yun looked at this person, the other party's age was about thirty years old, his eyes were full of sharp momentum, his steps were light, even if he approached, he never heard the sound of footsteps.

"What a handsome light skill!" Xiang Ryazan said.

He looked at the people who came in and said, "A sharp and restrained body, walking like a breeze, like an empty air, like a hunter dormant in the night, if I guessed correctly, you are Ji Li!"

A native of Handan, Zhao State, and under the tutelage of the famous assassin Nie Zheng, he was a famous assassin in the world, and since Jing Ke's failed assassination of Qin, the most outstanding assassin was Jili.

"General Xiang praised it falsely!" Ji Li said with a smile.

"The wind does not leave the end, the sword is desperate, the blood is not splashed in the night, and people can not survive!" Xiang Yu said movingly, this is the poem that describes the sword technique.

It is rumored that Ji Li's assassination technique has surpassed that of Jing Ke, the world's number one assassin back then, as long as he is on the lore list, no one will ever be able to live.

"A Taoist predecessor once saved Jili's life, and now that Taoism is in trouble, I will do my best to help." Ji Li looked at Wu Yazi and asked, "I don't know if Senior Zhang has been okay?"

"Senior Brother Zhang passed away ten years ago." Wu Yazi sighed.

Zhang Cheng is the head of Taoism, his martial arts are extremely high, and his fame is in the Six Kingdoms, but ten years ago, he was conspired by the two protectors of the Yin and Yang family, and was seriously injured, and unfortunately passed away.

With sadness and regret, Jili said: "The younger generation has not thanked the seniors Zhang for saving their lives, and they will never see their predecessors again."

He looked at Wuyazi and said sonorously: "Please also ask my seniors to let me go and poison."

"The Qin army has traveled a long distance, and the people are sleepy and the horses are lacking, which is the time when the defense is the most lax, if they come to Yunzhong Mountain and reorganize and rest, it will not be so easy to deal with." Xiang Liang said.

He is a famous general of the Chu State, experienced in a hundred battles, and knows the way of marching.

Taking advantage of the enemy's lack to attack him is the way Sun Tzu uses his soldiers.

"Very good, you have to be careful, if you are discovered, retreat quickly, save your life." Wu Yazi said.

He arranged for Dao Tong to take Ji Li down the mountain secretly from the secret path, and when Ji Li went up the mountain, he couldn't hide from the eyes and ears of the Yin and Yang family, and his traces were exposed.

Therefore, he needs to go down the mountain secretly, go around the back of the Yin and Yang family unconsciously, and defeat the Qin army, which can not only hit the sharp spirit of the Yin and Yang family, but also solve the threat of the Qin army.

"Chu Xian's nephew knows the way of marching like a master, I don't know what school to inherit?" Xiang Liang asked curiously.

Chu Yun has the talent of heaven, whether it is the art of war or strategy, it is different from ordinary people, he is meticulous, he can analyze the situation at a glance, if it is not for the guidance of a famous teacher, he will never believe it.

"I have been learning from my teacher for a year and a half, but my teacher has never mentioned his name, so I don't know where my teacher came from." Chu Yun said with a smile.

He didn't want to reveal his identity, the Guigu Sect was too amazing, although there were only two disciples, it was the strongest sect in the world, if it was leaked, it would be very bad for him.

Xiang Liang saw that he didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask any more.

They discussed until late at night, when they dispersed.

When Chu Yun returned to his residence, he heard the sound of a bamboo flute, and immediately looked for prestige, and saw Zhilan sitting on a stone slab, holding a bamboo flute to play, white clothes fluttering in the wind, shallow eyebrows, like rouge snow outside the plug, and the jade court.

The pink jade lips were pressed against the bamboo flute, and the faint sound of the flute came, with a faint sadness and a glimmer of hope, Chu Yun heard her flute, as if she was longing for something.

Zhilan put down the bamboo flute, looked at Chu Yun, and a shallow smile appeared.

"Mo is happy in the sky to the moon, the plain clothes gently shake the snow, it is rare for the jade to be under the moon, and the vicissitudes of life are white."

Chu Yun groaned softly, watching the moonlight sprinkle down little by little, reflecting Zhilan's beautiful figure, her hair was like silk, and she was as weak as the wind.

"No wonder the ancient kings smiled for the beauty and tried their best, that kind of beauty makes people want to have it forever." Chu Yun said.

His body twitched violently, and then a mouthful of black blood spurted out, and his breath became weak.

"Brother Chu, what's wrong with you, are you okay?" Zhilan helped him in a panic.

A few days passed, Guang Chengzi did not return from collecting medicine, and Chu Yun's poison spread again, and in a few days, the poison would spread to the heart, and even if Bian Que was reincarnated, it would not be cured.

"I'm fine, the poison has flare up again, I'm afraid it's really doomed this time." Chu Yun said with a smile.

His internal strength was messy, and suddenly a black shadow flashed, dressed in black, staring at the two of them with cold eyes.

The night was dark and the wind was high, and the man in black walked like an eagle, stretched out his claws like a falcon, and rushed towards Zhilan.

His goal was to capture Zhilan, Chu Yun snorted coldly, the sword light flashed, the blue light floated, the sword was unsheathed, the moonlight was reflected, and the blade of the sword flashed with a cold glow, sweeping out like a swimming dragon.

The black-clothed man was shocked, he saw that Chu Yun's internal breath was chaotic and his body was highly poisonous, but he didn't expect the latter to have such a strong martial art.

"Qingguang Jiaojiao, the bright moon is bright, its edge is like the sun, and the Qingguang is the thirty-second in the sword spectrum!"

The man in black was surprised that the young man actually had a famous sword in his hand, he quickly dodged the sword edge, Qingli sword sharpened iron like clay, blowing and breaking hair, even if there was a sword blade emitting from the blade, it could take his life.

"He's the killer who sneaked in, it's such a weird light skill, no wonder he can cross the formation."

Chu Yun is very calm, because he likes to be quiet, so his residence is quite remote, even if the Taoist master notices, it will take a while to rush over.

"You are terminally ill, if you want to live a few more days, I advise you not to do your luck." The man in black said coldly.

"Wishful thinking, it's all death anyway, I will never let you hurt her in the slightest."

Chu Yun said sharply, he quickly sealed his acupoint, the sword shadow flickered, and the courtyard was filled with a murderous aura.

A strong murderous aura roared from the man in black, the fallen leaves in the courtyard withered, the cold air was cold, his light skills were extremely weird, and he was able to avoid Chu Yun's sword qi one step ahead.

What Chu Yun learned was the Supreme Sword Technique of the Guigu Sect, combined with the Mental Technique of the Guigu Sect, his sword was used to revealing one word, that is, fast.

His sword is so fast that if you see the flash of the sword, the blade will cut through your neck.

The world's martial arts, only fast is not broken.

But the killer's speed could keep up with his sword, and he saw the man in black returning to his nest like a swallow, his body turning backwards, and passing by Qingli's sword

The strong sword qi was vented, and Zhilan hid in the distance, looking at the two nervously.

She was very worried about Chu Yun, who was already highly poisoned, and if he forcibly exercised his skills, it would accelerate the spread of the poison.

"Then let you be the right outlaws." The black-clad killer sneered.

The back of his hand was wearing sharp claws, fighting like a beast biting, Chu Yun returned to the sword to block, the sharp claws and Qingli collided with a dazzling light, and the figure of the black-clothed killer flashed, ghostly appeared on Chu Yun's back, grabbing his vital point.

Chu Yun smiled indifferently, his sword changed to his left hand, and then turned around to kill.

Seeing Qing Li's sword slashing, the black-clothed killer abandoned the attack and returned to defense, Chu Yun was already a dying person, even if he didn't kill him, he wouldn't be able to survive for a few days.

So there is no need for the black-clothed killer to fight him, the power of the whirling sword is amazing, combined with the fierce momentum of the sword, the black-clothed killer was repelled several feet, and his arm was a little numb.

"This is the Taoist wind blowing willows?" The black-clothed killer forced his gaze at Chu Yun, and his eyes shot out two faint cold lights.

"No, it's more like the Mo family's flying swallow homecoming!"

Chu Yun's freewheeling sword moves made it difficult for the black-clothed killer to distinguish.

The Mo family advocates both love and non-offense, so their sword moves are more defensive, and the green sword return kill that Chu Yun used before seems to be offensive, but with a defensive meaning, he even wants to force him to return to defense, so that he can attack as defense.

However, the sword aura exuded by Chu Yun was fierce and domineering, which did not conform to the Mo family's swordsmanship, so the black-clothed killer could not distinguish the swordsmanship he used.

The black-clothed killer attacked, and he understood that if he wanted to kidnap Zhilan, he had to deal with Chu Yun first, the latter's swordsmanship was superb, and the slightest mistake would be doomed.

Chu Yun gathered his strength on the tip of the sword and burst out with a powerful sword qi, the killer was well-trained, and every attack was aimed at his fatal position.

The sword aura was majestic, the two figures in the moon shadow were heavily intertwined, Chu Yun forcibly suppressed the poison, and he fought with the black-clothed killer for dozens of rounds, gradually figuring out the latter's path.

The black-clothed killer is fast and agile, but his defense is very weak, but all killers learn the way of killing, and they always use strong killing, so defense often becomes a weakness.

Chu Yun knew that he was highly poisonous and couldn't fight for a long time, so his footsteps were slightly sideways, revealing a flaw.

The black-clothed killer Guan Chuyun's swordsmanship was superb and extremely difficult, and the latter's defense was watertight, and his sword aura was fierce, forcing him to be difficult to kill.

But Chu Yun's aura was chaotic, revealing flaws, and the killer was overjoyed, waving his claws to kill.

Chu Yun sneered, the sword momentum condensed, taking advantage of the killer's strong attack approaching, the sword qi was like a dragon going out to sea, and a simple slash killed the opponent at an extremely fast speed.

The killer was frightened, the secret path was not good, he returned his claws to defend, but he was swept by Chu Yun's sword qi, and the whole person flew out sideways, hitting the pillar and trembling.

Chu Yun spurted out a mouthful of black blood, the hand holding the sword trembled, his face was pale, his lips were black, and the sharp pain spread throughout his body.

This is the horror of drunken soul poison, and the position of internal power circulation can make him be punished, just like being pierced into the flesh by countless silver needles.

"Brother Chu, are you okay?" Zhilan walked over in a panic and helped Chu Yun up, she held the long sword and looked at the black-clothed killer vigilantly.

Woohoo

The sound of breaking wind came, and the black-clothed killer saw a Taoist master coming, and glanced at Chu Yun with indifferent eyes, and then turned into an afterimage and drowned in the night.

"Chu Shaoxia, what's going on?" Wu Yazi looked at the messy courtyard, his white eyebrows frowned, and he could see that the courtyard had just experienced a fierce battle.

"There is a killer who sneaked into the Taoist, and I fought with him just now, but I accidentally caused the spread of drunken soul poison." Chu Yun took a few breaths of cold air and said.

The severe pain caused by a drunken soul is too painful for people to bear.

Wu Yazi noticed Chu Yun's abnormality, so he asked Zhilan to correct him and began to use his skills to suppress the toxicity for him.

After pressing down the poison, Wu Yazi sighed and said: "The poison of the young man is about to invade the lungs, and it can still last for three days, if the junior brother can't find a cure, I'm afraid the young man will ......."

"Hehe, three days is enough, I believe that Guangchengzi's predecessors can have a way." Chu Yun said with a smile.

"If it weren't for saving me, Brother Chu wouldn't have ......," Zhilan whimpered with red eyes.

"Don't think about it, I'm still alive, you should be happy!" Chu Yun said with a smile.

Zhilan looked at his smile and bit her lip, her eyelids drooping slightly.