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Chapter 721: Rain Turns Knife

The rain kept falling, so much so that it looked like the whole world was a little gray. Because the raindrops are too dense, the sight is very bad. The secret sentry of the Xiao Riding School and other guarded people have been at the entrance of the village, and it is difficult to avoid them unless they are the top masters under dense guard.

But under such strict defense, a group of people penetrated the rain curtain and entered the village. Like transparent people, they bypassed the well-trained riding schools in the rain, and then jumped onto the courtyard wall, walking on the roofs and walls. The rain curtain gave them the best cover, but it also gave them some trouble.

Although they can avoid the eyes of the guards by making themselves transparent through the achievements of hard training since childhood, their steps will still attract the attention of the riding school with rain on the ground. So they choose to walk on the roof, and the light training they have started since childhood makes their bodies flutter so that they hardly make any noise.

In fact, the masters of these, even if they walk on the puddle, there will be no obvious changes.

The person who was the leader of them was so blatantly passing by a Xiao Riding School. The riding school may have felt something, but when it looked around, it didn't find anything.

When the leader walks on his toes, when he steps on a puddle, the surface of the water will ripple in a very small way, but this ripple is almost no different from the raindrops falling on the water. So even if the Xiao Riding School saw it, it wouldn't think it was someone passing by.

If anyone could see them, they would be surprised to find that some of these almost transparent people were still carrying people.

In this way, they easily avoided the arming of the Xiao Riding School and appeared on the streets of this small town. The leader showed his figure in no one's place, and he lifted the robe on his body, revealing a calm and mature man's face. Those eyes were as cold as the eyes of a beast.

This was not the first time he had led his team on a mission, and he had never been so cautious before. Because he knew who the person he was going to assassinate today, this person had a great reputation in the Central Plains, and he had a lot of masters, and his own cultivation was enough to run rampant in the rivers and lakes.

So he told himself to be cautious.

The main thing is that this time, it was the first time that his team had worked with another group of people. Although he doesn't trust the people from the other side of the ocean, he must put aside his prejudices when he cooperates. Those few people outside the town did show some cultivation methods that were completely different from those in the Central Plains, and they looked a little strange.

Because of his position, he always kept a guard against these people on the other side of the ocean. Or because he had to think for himself for so many years, he always felt that it was not a good thing to involve these people. But the above orders are like this, as a soldier he must obey, even if he is not a soldier in the ordinary sense.

After observing the terrain for a moment, he covered himself with his robe again. So he disappeared into the rain again.

And the few people who needed to be carried into the village, they stopped a hundred meters away from the courtyard where Fang Xie was, and let the people carrying them on their backs put themselves down, and then they formed a strange formation around the courtyard. If you look down from the sky, the positions of these people are connected in a straight line, and it is a very standard six-pointed star.

They also wore that magical robe, but they clearly didn't care much about their companions. Because of their noble status, these few people have become accustomed to giving orders. In their territory, their status determines that they will be much more noble than ordinary people.

These people were all holding a strangely shaped stick in their hands, and at this time, the stick was hidden under the robes so that no one could see it.

After putting the six of them down, the others began to move towards the courtyard where Fang Xie was. They move very carefully, every step is slow, looking for the moment when the raindrops hit the ground, and they will put their toes down. It seems that it is so free, and there is no manifestation of a reaction against nature.

Half an hour later, about forty of these mysterious visitors, including the six people on the roof, surrounded the courtyard where Fang Xie was.

They were waiting, waiting for the order from the leader who had led them through countless missions.

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Fang Jie's mind was still thinking about the dark shadow, he had used this elimination method more than once, but he still hadn't given up. Every time I think about it seriously, I will find some differences in details. After using this elimination method many times, it is possible that the person related to the dark shadow has actually gradually formed a vein in his mind.

Following this context, Fang Xie can clearly find what intersection he has with them.

Thinking is not simply thinking. There are many ways to think, and most of them have mastered one called crankiness. True thinkers, on the other hand, will use many ways to categorize their thinking and keep their thinking moving in the right direction.

In this way, a lot of clear pictures will appear in the mind.

After a long time like this, Fang Xie withdrew his attention from his thoughts, and he looked outside, the Xiao Riding School on duty at the door was walking back and forth with the handle of the horizontal knife in his hand, and there was a thin layer of mist on them when the rain hit them. This is because when the raindrops fall on the person, the raindrops shake off and turn into finer droplets of water, as fine as mist.

This was a very normal thing, but Fang Xie didn't know what Lu Dao was paying attention to for a while.

There seemed to be a hint of something different in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He turned, walked into the room, and stopped in front of the women, and said something with a low voice and a smile. It looks relaxed, as if it's a homely conversation.

The leader of the Assassins who appeared on the courtyard wall looked at the layout of the courtyard and the people in the room who were laughing, and there was no expression on his face. It seemed to him that by this moment, it seemed that those people were already dead.

Then, he pointed his hand forward.

His subordinates who knew him well had been staring at his position, they had undergone special and rigorous training, and they were familiar with this robe that could hide their figures, so that others could not see them, but they could easily find the location of their companions.

When they saw the leader pointing into the courtyard, they immediately understood that the time had come.

A dozen Assassins fell lightly from the courtyard walls, as natural as falling raindrops. Then they fanned out toward the side of the house, walking slowly, carefully choosing where they would step so that nothing unusual would be seen.

They are divided into two layers, the front and the back, and the people behind them march backwards, ready to deal with the danger that may arise behind their companions. These people, with tacit understanding, are well-trained.

The raindrops that fall from the eaves are always much larger than the normal raindrops falling from the sky, and they look denser, like strings of beaded curtains. But this beaded curtain seems to be a partition, inside the house is a world realm, outside the house is a world realm, if those assassins can hide their tracks in the world outside the house, then in the house?

They can't

This can cover their own clothes, and each of them has as many as six or seven sets to adapt to various environments. However, they couldn't change their clothes without anyone else noticing, so they couldn't go into the house and kill people. So, they can only wait.

Luck was in their hands, and after talking to the women for a while, Fang Xie turned around and walked to the door to greet a riding school and tell him to prepare a meal. The Riding School came close to crashing into an Assassin, who deftly dodged.

"Silly"

Fang Xie suddenly said a word, and then the corners of his mouth curled strangely.

He was already at the door, and the Assassins were close to him. This is the best time to do this, and there are already Assassins who have gathered their internal strength and are ready to launch a surprise attack. The assassin closest to Fang Xie was just about to make a move, when he suddenly heard Fang Xie say a stupid word, so he was stunned for a moment.

Then, a line of blood appeared in the rain curtain.

"Very beautiful means"

Fang Xie said with a smile.

After saying this, the courtyard was like red fireworks in the rain, and the blood mist continued to burst, and in the rain, the picture of the blood flowers blooming carried a different kind of cold beauty. The assassins who could clearly hide their bodies were almost simultaneously crushed by a spiritual force that they were not aware of. The stagnant water in the yard was stained red one by one.

They're supposed to be invisible, aren't they?

But they were killed by something invisible.

The eyes of the assassin leader standing on the courtyard wall changed suddenly, and his hands clenched subconsciously.

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Fang Xie stretched out his hand and ripped something from a pool of blood in front of him, and then a corpse appeared in front of everyone. He took the robe that could hide the traces in his hand and looked at it carefully, and then couldn't help but praise: "I can draw the color of the rain so realistically, it is really difficult to distinguish it when I stand in the rain." But since this is your method of killing, why can't you be smarter? ”

When the rain hits a person, a layer of fine droplets of water will bounce up, like a mist.

When Fang Xie was a little distracted just now, he didn't think much about it when he saw the fog on his body that bounced off from the rain when the Xiao Riding School was patrolling back and forth in the rain. But it was then that he noticed something different. In some places where there are no people, there is also such fog.

"Kill!"

The leader of the assassins suddenly let out a roar, he jumped down from the courtyard wall, and rushed towards Fang Jie's location, his fists squeezed out violently more than ten meters away from Fang Jie, like hitting a bell, and then two violent internal forces of the Yangtze River blasted towards Fang Xie like a great river.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound

The body of the leader of the assassins was knocked upside down by a huge force, and before he could hit the ground, he was grabbed by the black-robed boy who smashed him away with a hard punch, and then he was lifted up by the young man with one arm. Before he could react, his body was slammed to the ground, and then one foot stepped on his back, and with a bang, his body was slammed into the bluestone floor.

"You can imitate the rain curtain and forget that you are not transparent. Have you ever made such a low-level mistake before? Confidence can sometimes make you lose sight of the details, and sometimes it's the details that make or break the difference. ”

Fang Xie said lightly.

At the same time, Mu Xiaoxiao, who had closed his eyes, pointed in one direction, and a sword qi swept by, and it didn't take long for dozens of assassins around the courtyard to be swept away by the sword intent of Shen Tianfan.

Fang Xie knew that the person he was stepping on under his feet did not die, because he did not kill him. The methods of these assassins were very different from those of the Central Plains, and he wanted to know who had sent them.

An assassination, just like that, failed because of a failure in detail.

Wait a minute!

It's not over yet!

On the roof, the six motionless men suddenly began to chant in a low voice at the same time, and then they took out the stick hidden in their robes, and the strangely shaped stone embedded in the stick began to glow faintly.

So, the rain changed.

Rain is no longer rain, but a knife.