"If they die at the hands of these people, then it won't be [Xiao]!" The ink cicada seemed to suddenly think of something, and said with a self-deprecating smile.

The strength of the assassin just now is very strong, but these people only inflicted injuries on her, and they can't kill her with one blow, and against the same level, or even more powerful [Xiao], the consequences of these people are estimated to be no better.

From this point of speculation, [Heavenly Court] should have already made a move against [Xiao], but it did not achieve anything.

"This [Heavenly Court], the picture is not small!" Ruan Shizhi scratched his head and said with a confused expression.

The situation in Xianfu, at this moment, was frantically stirred by this assassination organization that came out of nowhere.

Time flies quickly, and more than 20 days have passed in a blink of an eye.

During this time, the assassination of [Heavenly Court] did not stop, they were still constantly attacking the top Tianjiao, and the entire Immortal Mansion was panicked by their madness.

The lower-level monks were better, because the people of [Heavenly Court] didn't look down on them at all, which made them feel a lot more at ease than those powerful Tianjiao.

However, the assassination of [Heavenly Court] is not unchanged, unlike the beginning, they also attacked the monks of the Yuan Infant Stage!

It was as if whatever kind of monks were the strongest, they would pick these people to shoot, and the stronger the people, the more interested they were, and the more they could be targeted for assassination.

This practice has made the fame of this mysterious organization soar, and even overshadowed the previous invincible terrorist organization [Xiao] in some aspects.

And what makes everyone feel puzzled is that during the period when the [Heavenly Court] was raging, the [Xiao] organization disappeared completely as if it didn't know anything, and basically no one saw their traces again, some people speculated that it was because the people of the [Xiao] organization were afraid of the assassination of the people of the [Heavenly Court] and hid, and some people said that [Xiao] had been destroyed by the [Heavenly Court]......

In the midst of the divergent opinions, the atmosphere of the Immortal Mansion became extremely solemn, especially those powerful Tianjiao, after the initial pride, they all began to huddle, and they no longer dared to act alone, and they were extremely afraid of the pervasive assassination of [Heavenly Court].

The entrance to the Nameless Canyon.

The people of the One Sword Sect are still guarding the position of Taniguchi at the moment, and they have been here for almost a month.

"Senior brother, it's been so long since that Lin Chuan and the foot trainer entered the valley, and there was no sound at all, it couldn't be that they had already died inside!" A young man asked cautiously.

Zhao Zheng didn't speak, but squinted his eyes and looked into the valley.

To be honest, he himself is not absolutely sure, the valley is too quiet, and the silence makes him feel that everything in it has been reduced to nothingness, and it is time for him to harvest.

But every time he had this thought, he would always feel inexplicably flustered and feel that danger was approaching.

This kind of thing similar to intuition made Zhao Zheng give up his plan to enter the valley again and again, he was afraid, afraid that Lin Chuan was not dead, afraid that the step trainer was not dead, as long as either of these two people made a mistake and did not die, then it was him Zhao Zheng who died.

"Don't worry, let's wait!" Zhao Zheng finally said.

In fact, he could see that the disciples of the First Sword Sect around him were already a little impatient, after all, this was the Immortal Mansion, and there were many opportunities waiting for them to search, but they had spent so much time doing useless work here, and no one would be willing.

Before, Zhao Zheng could use the identity and strength of the big disciple to suppress these people and promise them many benefits, but a month has passed, and he also knows that everyone's patience is almost at the limit.

"We have probed many times, and there should be no breath of life in it, which means that Lin Chuan is very likely to have fallen, and this is a good time for us to start!" A young man on the other side said unrelentingly.

Zhao Zheng was about to speak, but at this moment, his complexion suddenly changed, and he looked out of the valley, where an extremely fierce aura was approaching, and a powerful and strange sword aura rushed into the sky, with an indomitable momentum, as if it was going to cut everything in front of him.

"This ...... What a powerful breath......"

"This sword qi ...... How do you feel like you're almost catching up with our One Sword Sect Sect Master......"

"How is this possible...... With Jin Dan's strength, he was actually able to exude a sword aura comparable to that of an infant monk...... Who the hell is here......

Not only Zhao Zheng, but the other people of the One Sword Sect around all felt the terrifying sword aura.

And because all the people in the One Sword Sect are sword cultivators, they can be said to be extremely sensitive to that kind of powerful sword qi, and the person who has not yet shown up has completely surpassed the limits of the Jindan realm, which makes everyone, including Zhao Zheng, have a feeling that only when facing his own sect master.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Zhao Zheng knew that this time, he might not have the opportunity to enter the canyon to collect Lin Chuan's inheritance, because the master of this sword qi was coming towards the canyon impartially, although the speed was not fast, but the feeling of gradually approaching was very obvious.

And I don't know why, this sword aura has a familiar feeling.

The figure of the young man in white walked in slowly, with a long sword on his back, his face was handsome, his eyes were calm, and there was an indescribable ethereal momentum on his whole body, which was otherworldly and natural.

He just walked over step by step, and every step he took seemed to be just a random step, but the distance he crossed was completely incomparable to ordinary people.

As the young man approached, Zhao Zheng's mouth opened wider and wider, and at the same time, there was a touch of horror in his expression, and as soon as his knees weakened, he knelt down directly.

"Brother...... Disciple...... One Sword Sect ......" Zhao Zheng, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled, and before he finished speaking, he saw the young man's clear eyes looking over, and in an instant, he seemed to see a terrifying sword between heaven and earth, the sword light stood up to the sky, as if it was going to tear the sky apart directly, and the momentum of rushing into the sky was like a moat between himself and himself.

"Get out!"

The young man said understatemently, as if he was unwilling to say a word to the group of people in front of him, and even except for a glance at Zhao Zheng, his eyes never fell on these people, only the canyon, only the things there, were the most attractive to him.

Hearing the word roll, Zhao Zheng didn't feel the slightest inappropriateness, and was even extremely surprised in his heart, without any superfluous movements, he directly rolled mellow with everyone in his One Sword Sect.

"I'm coming!" The young man muttered, and then stepped out, heading in one direction, where the waterhole was.

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