Rakshasa City Head.

The ancient city began to collapse, and the entire old city, which had gone through hundreds of years of scenery and had no traces of collapse, had been shaken after Pei Min suppressed Han Yue.

King Ping used the "tricky" method of forcing the evil qi with thunder drums, and squeezed out the remaining evil qi in this ancient city together with the Pei Min sword qi.

Magnificent.

If this sword qi retains eighty percent of its heyday, no, even if it is only half, it will be enough to kill all the living beings within the ten realms.

It's a pity.

With the means of the equal king, being able to squeeze out evil qi and sword qi is already the limit.

The black tornado surging out of the city did not aim at the white-clothed figure between heaven and earth, but spread out like a vast ocean—

Liu Shiyi, who was pale, instantly pulled out his long qi and blocked it in front of him.

The heavens and the earth are dark.

The long sword body was tiled with countless pitch-black stripes.

It's not that the sword weapon was smashed and cracked, these pitch-black stripes, more like frost in the cold winter, covered the sword body, and then shattered in an instant.

It's a protection.

In front of Liu Shiyi, the "long qi" that he held in front of him was like a flint torch burning with a faint black flame.

After the pitch-black evil qi swept away, a touch of brilliance flowed, and the sword body was still smooth and white, without the slightest trace.

Qiang Mountain is long, the world's famous sword!

Chop, chop, tease, stab.

None of these.

Only blocks.

After raising the sword, Liu Shiyi was like a towering hill, unmoving, allowing Rakshasa City to be angry and slaughtering him, unable to invade within three feet.

Liu Shiyi's sword will not make any useless sword moves.

He pursues the ultimate in simplicity.

The white-clothed young man's eyes were cold, his eyes were raised, the sword qi barrier made an overwhelmed sound, and a heavy shadow rushed towards him.

Countless thunder drums, with blood and white bones, splashed across his sword qi barrier.

The crackling sound of shattering, with a bone-deep thunderous crisp sound, exploded in Liu Shiyi's ears!

"Bang bang bang-"

When the sword qi barrier was broken for a moment, the evil qi of Rakshasa City reached a supreme peak.

A cold light pierced Liu Shiyi's three-foot range and pierced into Liu Shiyi's three-foot range.

There is no way back.

There is no way to avoid it.

Liu Shiyi can only block it with long qi.

The single tall sword that was carrying an extremely incongruous one on Wang Yi's body was held by Liu Shiyi with one hand, and the angle was slightly adjusted.

It's still a block.

A very simple block.

The King of Equality maintained a posture of culling, and the thick mist that was wrapped in this gloomy man's body spread out at this moment, as if it was ignited by a fire from the inside out, lighting up the daylight of the whole body!

It's not a yin and evil aura, these aura, it's just that the color is pitch black.

King Ping showed his face, this is not a gloomy face, under the cover of the mist, Liu Shiyi did not expect that the face of the ninth hall of the underworld was very upright, very generous, and very kind, like those ordinary people who can be seen at random on the street, carrying vegetable baskets and carrying bags, and after only one glance, they will forget their appearance.

It's like a flatbread.

This is very much in line with the true meaning of the Underworld Killer...... The more inconspicuous it is, the easier it is to be forgotten, and the more you can walk on it, go farther, and live longer.

At this moment, Liu Shiyi was in a trance.

He had seen the King of Equality after his disguise had been removed.

Not once, not twice.

It's many times.

Liu Shiyi's mind only remembered the sword, he would not deliberately remember the passers-by he met on the road, the tourists who passed by, the cultivators who said a word or two to him, he couldn't remember how many enemies he had, and he couldn't remember how many people he had offended.

But he remembered that he had met the King of Equality.

This unpretentious face may be a bearer who carries a flat burden, or a boatman who supports a pole, or a vendor who pushes a wooden cart to sell steamed buns...... Liu Shiyi has seen it, but he has forgotten it, and he will still remember it the next time he meets.

This familiar sense of alienation made Liu Shiyi fall into a momentary distraction.

So Changqi was shocked and let go slightly.

Then a scarlet sword light slid out of the cuffs of the King of Equality—

On the cheeks of the King of Equality, there was no joy or pain, he looked like a Buddha who had forgotten himself, his eyebrows were slightly raised, his face was dotted with several pockmarks, and there was only the shadow of Liu Shiyi in his eyes.

The anger, disdain, and indifference before were all disguised faces.

When playing, all he needs to do is hide all his thoughts.

Then he handed out a fatal stab.

Previously he had a guide who taught him how to kill.

If you want to kill a powerful person with a noble status, the other party has already been on guard, and it is useless to sneak and assassinate...... It may seem like cutting off most of the killer's assassination paths, but it's still far from it.

There are only two words for the killer to do.

Slay.

No matter what the way of killing.

Died of natural disasters, struck by lightning, drowned by water, burned by fire, and frozen to death.

Died in a man-made accident, was crushed to death by a chariot, and choked to death by drinking water by himself.

As long as they receive the money, receive the assignment from the employer, and the other party dies...... No matter what form it takes, the mission is declared a success.

At that time, King Ping was just a young child, he walked between the rivers and lakes and the world, learned the essence of the simplest killer, followed his master, worshiped into a "gentry" mansion in the east of the Great Sui, as a guest of the staff, for the "gentry" to kill, set fire, do all kinds of evil, the first year, most of the things, is his master is doing, he silently watched, studied, the second year, his master will no longer do.

His master was honored as a guest of honor by the lord of the mansion.

That mansion master was not a layman who didn't know the way of cultivation, on the contrary, he had strength and ambition, relying on several key assassinations, he obtained huge cultivation resources, cultivated to the realm to the back realm, and finally occupied a small hill, began to try to open a sect in the eastern realm, and became a figure with a head and a face.

At that time, the master of the King of Equality was only a middle realm.

After that day, the lord of the house was no longer the lord of the house, but the lord of the mountain.

However, when he became the lord of the mountain, he only lived for one day.

In the past year, he has given Master Ping Wang no less than ten assassination opportunities, and in order to test the loyalty of the master and apprentice, he has tried his best to lay countless traps.

Just because he was still in the middle realm at that time, what the cultivator was most afraid of was losing control of everything, so he tried to always mention the vigilance of that moment, and countless times, the king of equality himself had the idea that he could also kill this sleeping mansion master, but the master stopped it.

So the ignorant and still young King Ping stayed in the mansion for a year, until he learned most of the techniques of killing, and when the mansion became a hill, he thought in his heart that the master had brought him here to spend the rest of his life on this mountain.

Wake up from a sleep.

The Master took the head of the mountain lord and stood in front of him.

Master told himself not to trust anyone.

Master also told himself that if his mind was guessed, then he would lose.

He remembered the phrase.

He followed the master and practiced for another year, picking himself up in the ice and snow, teaching himself to survive, teaching himself to practice the old killer, as his father to support, after killing the mountain master, the two became rich, he repaired a very luxurious mansion on the mountain in the east, raised canaries, hoarded fine wine, jewelry.

Three years.

Three years later, his cultivation surpassed that of the old man.

In the past three years, like the reappearance of the year in the mansion, it seems to be intimate, but no matter how filial he is, there is always a layer of estrangement, until the old man has a serious illness, he spent all the savings on the mountain, sold it all, and traveled all over the world with the old man on his back, seeking medical treatment.

He bought a gold pill.

That golden pill took off all the old man's defenses.

All this is fake, when you are a killer, you naturally can't expect someone to have true feelings for you, there is no emotion in this world that is credible, the old man is acting.

He's acting, too.

When King Ping put down the old man's head, he felt that all this had become very easy and very heavy, over the years, he had been immersed in it countless times, and he really regarded the old man as his father, but he could not forget the moment when the old man stood in front of him with the bloody head of the mansion lord.

He wanted to survive.

In the world, sunshine is real, warmth is fake, mutual support is real, and life and death depend on each other is fake.

It was a day of rebirth and death.

That day, he knew that he had killed the king of the earth.

He became the new King of Equality.

The incognito old man, who has been sitting in the seat of the equal king of the underworld for decades, is not a mid-realm killer at all, with his true strength, he can easily wipe out a hundred mansion masters.

The old man is really teaching himself how to kill.

In the past three years, if you hadn't deceived the old man, you would have died a miserable death.

The King of Equality realized that killing the old man was not the end of everything, it was only the beginning...... The old man killed his past self and led himself to a point of no return, and he began to become obsessed with the feeling of murder, enjoying the superiority between deception and manipulation.

He had already planned the whole process of killing Liu Shiyi.

He has met with Liu Shiyi countless times, he has already been an "old acquaintance", he once asked Liu Shiyi about the way of the sword, and also asked Liu Shiyi for sword style, the two really fought each other, together on the old boat that crossed the Li River, Liu Shiyi since the Sword Lake Palace went down the mountain, he created this chance encounter, he has never changed his identity, and has developed a very reliable background for himself, a young practitioner from the top of a mountain in the far east.

This is a background that is not flawed in any way.

In order to become Liu Shiyi's "friend".

Then kill Liu Eleven.

When his knife stabs Liu Shiyi in the forehead, he will pronounce Liu Shiyi's death sentence.

Then with an attitude that is almost playful, to tell Liu Shiyi the truth.

But nothing is perfect....... For example, he didn't become friends with Liu Shiyi, he talked and paid for it, but Liu Shiyi was really a freak, and until now, he has not received the same gift as Liu Shiyi.

Liu Shiyi never took the initiative to say a word to him.

And the "King of Equality" chose to leave, and Liu Shiyi didn't seem to have the slightest awareness and regret...... King Ping felt that there was nothing strange in this world, and with a cold-blooded and ruthless killer like himself, it was not difficult to explain that there was an idiot like Liu Shiyi who was obsessed with swordsmanship, and he had paid a lot of money and energy, but he did not get Liu Shiyi's friendship.

When he killed Liu Shiyi, he wanted to humiliate the other party even more.

......

......

The cold light hanging on Liu Shiyi's shoulders did not penetrate into the flesh and blood.

Not even a single blood flower was spilled.

Besides, not even a single wind flower has swayed.

The sky was covered with a black tornado, enveloping the King of Equality and Liu Eleven.

The gloom dispersed.

In the smoke and dust.

King Equality frowned, and he looked at the short sword that slipped out of his robe, a short sword forged from fine iron, a short sword that had been quenched with poison...... There was a crisp "click" at the moment.

His gaze crossed Liu Shiyi's shoulder.

The long breath crossed an arc.

The long qi was shaken open by itself, flew out of Liu Shiyi's palm, and stuck on the ground.

So, what did Liu Shiyi use to block his sword?

He lowered his head and looked at the sword surface of the short sword, the cracks gradually increased, and a thin blade of grass pierced through the tight fine iron, revealing a sharp corner.

"Frost grass. ”

Liu Shiyi looked at the face of the King of Equality, and he saw many emotions in the other party's eyes, these were not disguised, they were confused, they were puzzled, they were doubtful, they were shocked.

"Frost grass?"

The King of Equality muttered.

"It's not an ordinary frost grass, it's taken from that person's mansion, it's a sword, it's not a sword. Liu Shiyi looked at King Equality and said calmly: "I have been in retreat there for three days, and I have seen a lot of things....... The flame of the candle dragon, the sharp energy that slashed everything, the tens of millions of flying swords, and a swaying frost grass. ”

"Retreat...... Candle Dragon, Flying Sword, Frost Grass, what are you talking about?" King Equal's voice was a little hoarse, and he looked at Liu Shiyi, as if he was looking at people from two worlds.

"Realm, vision, practice, path. Liu Shiyi turned his head sideways, he looked at King Ping, looked at this passer-by face that was really familiar and couldn't be remembered, and asked his puzzled question, "Have I seen you somewhere?"

King Ping suddenly felt a little pain in his eyebrows.

He stretched out a hand and touched the center of his brow, but didn't touch anything.

But the pain spread more and more.

In all directions, the fierce sword qi oppressed him, and all eyes were cast on the master of the sword qi.

Liu Shiyi rubbed his eyebrows and said, "I've seen you in the Li River?"

King Ping stared at Liu Shiyi, his expression a little subtle.

The King of Equality said hoarsely, "Do you remember?"

Liu Shiyi stared at the big pie face for several breaths, and then suddenly for a moment, he muttered, "I remembered......"

"From the foot of the mountain of Jianhu Palace, to the Li River, to Zhongzhou, to the front of Changling......"

The King of Equality smiled triumphantly.

The pain erupted, and he reached out a hand and touched his brow again, this time feeling the scarlet of the palm of his hand.

His vision suddenly blurred, his body uncontrollable, and he staggered back two steps.

The thunder drum whistled and piled up behind him, like a seat, allowing him to sit down less embarrassed.

King Ping looked at the red in his palm, he hadn't reacted yet, what was the thing in his palm, and the warmth between his eyebrows became more and more turbulent, and he touched more and more.

Liu Shiyi's voice sounded again.

"You are a ...... on the Li River The boatman, the cart man who sells buns, is the bearer of Zhongzhou?" The young man in white looked at King Ping, he was a little curious at this time, "Your camouflage is really good, I didn't recognize it." ”

The King of Equality raised his head in pain, and his blurred vision became bright and clear again because of the return of light.

In the heavy rain, Liu Shiyi played with the frost grass, and when he said these words, he still looked careless, as if the frost grass contained a great sword, and his voice became smaller, and even drowned out by thunder, and the sound of praise sounded like a thunderbolt in the ears of the King of Equality.

"Boatman, trader, bearer?"

"No......" The man sitting on the throne of the thunder drum said painfully and forcefully: "I am not ......"

Liu Shiyi raised his head.

The King of Equality said hoarsely, "I told you my name, Xiao Jiu. ”

Owl Nine.

Hearing this name, Liu Shiyi's expression was blank.

For Liu Shiyi, these are just two words, or a patchwork of words, without any meaning and no corresponding vision.

"My name is Xiao Jiu, since you got off the Jianhu Palace, I asked you for sword moves, I have fought with you and walked through the moves, we took a boat across the Li River, stepped through Zhongzhou, the food you eat, the inn you lived, the clothes you bought, and the wine you drank, I paid all the bills and silver taels for you. Xiao Jiu's voice, with hysterical anger, his cheeks were covered with blood, and he shouted out this sentence word by word, but he looked a little weak, and said, "My name is Xiao Jiu!"

When these words came out, he waited for Liu Shiyi's stunned expression.

Do you understand?

The reason why I, the King of Equality, can appear every time when you are at your weakest to assassinate you.

The reason why I know every trick you use is that I know everything about it.

The reason why I know you Liu Shiyi is that you will never have friends.

It's because—

"Owl Nine. Liu Shiyi's expression was a little subtle, and he was indeed stunned, but it made the King of Equality silent.

Liu Shiyi said: "Xiao Jiu, a very good name." ”

The green tendons in King Equal's hands slowly faded.

He looked at Liu Shiyi in a daze, unable to believe the other party's reaction.

The man sitting on the throne was covered in blood, gritting his teeth, panting hard, but the strength of his teeth was no longer difficult, and it seemed that a breath had been vented.

The King of Equality's voice was bitter: "You don't know me?"

Liu Shiyi did have such a shadow in his mind.

From going down the mountain by yourself, to practicing swords, to eating, drinking, living and traveling.

That person was like a shadow, he asked himself some words, said some words, these were in his long sword practice, became a bubble and nothingness, he only had a sword in his heart, at least at that time, he saw the Li River, saw the mountains and rivers and dragon spine, saw the general trend of heaven and earth, saw the outside world, and all he thought about in his heart was his own sword.

How to be a little faster.

The man had said his name, but it didn't matter.

Everything that the man did, it didn't matter.

If it's not important, why write it down?

Liu Shiyi replied, "I know now." ”

The young man in white no longer carried the frost grass, his fingertips pinched slightly, the frost grass was pinched off by the waist, and flew away, he spread out his palm, and said seriously: "Bill, silver tael, I should owe you a lot...... But you're going to die, and you'll come to me again in the next life to ask for debt. ”

King Ping looked at Liu Shiyi in a daze.

His mind was a little confused.

On the left shoulder, there was a stabbing sound, and a tear splashed in the robe, and scarlet blood, like a waterfall, gushed out from the narrow wound.

Right shoulder, upper arm, lower arm, chest.

He was like a balloon with countless holes punctured.

Xiao Jiu's complexion turned extremely pale in an instant.

He sat on the throne, the thunder drum under him, there were already signs of weathering, the natal magic weapon, together with the host, the starlight in his body, along with the blood and qi, rolled away, turned into a scarlet glow, rolled up, was scattered by the rain, and fell.

A look of confusion flashed in his eyes, he looked at Liu Shiyi, and muttered, "This...... What is this?"

Behind Liu Shiyi was the long qi.

Liu Shiyi didn't use that long qi.

So where do these wounds come from?

Liu Shiyi said softly: "It's a sword, a very simple sword, but it's not just a sword. ”

He paused and said, "If I knew I owed you money, I would have stabbed you a little less and only handed a sword to your eyebrows." ”

Under the body of the King of Equality, the thunder drum at the bottom turned into truncated ashes, and the bone surface was like white sand, which could no longer be condensed, and his body suddenly became short, and he was shocked and fell backwards.

"No wonder you stabbed me in the shoulder...... I must owe you a lot of silver. ”

Liu Shiyi's voice drifted in his ears and became heavy.

Xiao Jiu fell to the ground with a "poof".

The subsequent sound flowed into the ears with the rain, becoming blurry and inaudible.

His whole body, falling on his back, seemed to be falling into an abyss, and he continued to fall until the warm blood filled the entire pit.

In the mind of the King of Equality, consciousness gradually became blurred.

The rain washed away the remnants of his thoughts.

Liu Shiyi came to his side.

He asked, "Just a 'frost grass'?"

Liu Shiyi suddenly felt that this sentence was a little familiar.

He nodded, "It's just a frost grass." ”

The King of Equality has become a man of blood.

He didn't hear clearly.

So he said with difficulty: "Can you kill someone?"

Liu Shiyi was silent.

He looked at Xiao Jiu's familiar face, the scene in his mind, and returned to the scene of the first meeting, under the Sword Lake Palace.

He twisted a grass clip and met a man.

The man asked him what it was.

Liu Shiyi said that this is a grass and a sword.

The man wanted to test his sword moves with himself, so he took the frost grass and handed out a sword.

The sword didn't go for the man, and Liu Shiyi slashed at a tree.

The tree did not fall.

The man looked at the tree and smiled and asked, "It's just a frost grass.......

Hence that sentence.

"Can you kill someone?"

Rain cats and dogs.

Liu Shiyi squatted on the ground and did not get up.

He said calmly, "You can kill." ”

In Xiao Jiu's pupils, that look slowly faded.

Liu Shiyi's face was solemn, and he said slowly: "I remember you, your swordsmanship is good, and your people are not bad. ”

Xiao Jiu seemed to take a breath and smiled as if he was satisfied.

Heavy rain fell from the heart of the sky.

The city of Rakshasa collapsed.

The bloody man who fell to the ground was silent again.