Yuan Sheng 21, April 17.

At noon, it rained in Jinyang City.

Although Mengzhou has always been rainy and rarely sunny, such a big pouring rain is rare for decades.

The water on the road was more than two feet long, and the streets were long deserted.

But at some point, in a not very prosperous inn in the city, a man in black came out of a man in a cloak and a hat.

Without hesitation, the man in the clothes stepped into the stagnant water of the "river", and walked eastward in silence, refusing to give half a splash to the pieces of water that he had stepped on.

Just as he turned the corner of the alley, another man in the same attire came out of the inn and did the same thing.

A similar scene occurred in the streets and alleys of Jinyang City.

The sound of the rain "boomed" and the rain curtain was hazy, covering this inexplicably funny but indeed chilling scene.

However, I don't know how many paper windows have been dissolved into holes, revealing a pair of frightened and curious eyes in the windows.

These people are trying to kill the gods.

Jinyang City, which had been suppressed and turbulent for two days, finally tore off its self-deceptive fig leaf under the cover of this heavy rain.

******

East of Jinyang City, Mengzhou Mansion.

Ye Ling closed the door lightly, and the hand hanging by his side quickly pinched the seal and activated the formation forbidden spell linked in the room.

The formation forms a set of formations, of course the people outside can't get in, but the people inside can't get out either.

The two "crafts" she learned have always seemed to be the most useful for "dealing with" Feng Xiyuan.

Ye Lingyi exhaled softly, and when she turned around, she smoothly pulled the hair of her temples behind her and tied a loose knot that would never fall apart, and pressed her two middle fingers against her temples.

The effect of the "Deluxe Mandala" is really domineering, she just touched her lips a little, and she was already a little dizzy.

He won't wake up anytime soon.

The cold air overflowed from Ye Lingyi's hand, and it condensed directly into an ice umbrella, and she didn't lift the hem of her clothes, and went straight into the rain without hesitation.

******

At the corner of the corridor, a noble man in a green shirt stood behind the rain curtain without saying a word.

It's not to hide from the night, of course, it's useless to hide, just because it's embarrassing to see it at this time.

To stop or not to stop? Since it is entangled, it is better to stagger it.

"Have you ever heard or seen her in white?" Lu Chuzheng spoke softly, but asked about the color of his clothes that didn't matter.

"I've never seen her when she wasn't covered in black, it's good if she didn't put on a cloak to cover up a pure humanoid hanger, and she was still white, don't be funny." The sound of the came from the beams of the cloister, and the reclining boy became a merry man in his own right.

"What about this pure white?" Lu Chuzheng asked casually.

The young man in the white shirt turned over and landed accurately beside the nobleman in the green shirt, with a dashing attitude, however, only he knew whether he jumped off by himself or rolled down in shock.

Under the transparent ice umbrella, the pure white corners of the robe crossed the arc at the courtyard gate.

Obviously stepping on stagnant water, but the corner boots and shoes are strangely not wet.

Lu Ziyu was a little stunned, if he was not mistaken, the silver light that almost blinded him just now was Biluo?

It's Biluo!

Lu Ziyu's face stiffened, and his expression was frightened: "You say, will he kill the two of us?" ”

Lu Chuzheng glanced at the corner of his eyes for a moment, but he didn't dislike it: "You can try to stop it." ”

Lu Ziyu subconsciously touched his little slender neck, and then glanced at his brother coldly: "Do you want everyone in the south to hunt me down all day?" "What are you kidding, the son of the Lu family dares to block Engong's way, not to mention others, the old man alone can kill him.

"Then don't talk so much nonsense." The nobleman in the green shirt stood with his hands in his hands, how could he look at the arrogant eyebrows and eyes, how could he be so noble, how could he be so ...... Ignoring the image of him?

Lu Ziyu complained silently with a face of "my heart hurts" for a long time, but to no avail.

Facts have proved that Lord Lu is not completely dead to his cheap brother, and when he saw his golden mouth slightly open, he said: "It's a little cold, but this rain scene is still good, it's worth watching for a while, you go to my study, bring the stove, the second row on the bookcase from the left to the third square, add some spices, go to this earthy smell." ”

When Lu Ziyu heard this, he almost immediately wanted to jump up and give him a punch, you, phew, my sister, when are you still here to be poor!

However, he was not stupid, and after a burst of exaggerated indignation, he also laughed, quietly retracted the fan raised in the air, and gave Lu Chuzheng, who tilted his head slightly, a dog-legged laugh.

His eclectic brother, where has he ever seen him so hypocritical, incense, that is something that only a man with a little white face would do.

If he remembers correctly, Aunt Luo was once a medical girl, Lu Chuzheng, a filial son, of course, "slightly" understands medical science, hehehe, they can't get in, but the little white-faced comrade came out.

"Come on, brother, wait for you, I'll go!" Lu Ziyu's voice was raised, and he jumped twice on the spot, and went away very happily.

Lu Chuzheng was still standing in that straight posture, looked at the direction where Lu Ziyu disappeared, and then looked at Feng Xiyuan's room, and in an instant, he was back to that first-class Gao Miao.

He bowed his head slightly, and in his palm was a palm-sized but sophisticated compass.

At this moment, the swing of the pointer in the compass can be called crazy, there is no direction at all, just at a glance, people who don't understand it are afraid that they will frown.

It's the compass that's messed up, but it's not just the compass that's messed up.

Lu Chuzheng slowly raised his head and looked at the sky that was not visible at all in the heavy rain, and the aura around him seemed to be about to merge with the Heavenly Dao.

Yue, that's all I can do for you.

Since you have affection, she also has intentions, the way of heaven is not unchangeable, after all, you .......

"Coming, coming~" Lu Ziyu, who was still fluttering while holding the stove, easily interrupted Lu Chuzheng's reverie and dispersed the incomprehension around him.

"This time, I have to ask for a thank you gift with the little white face." Lu Ziyu muttered and placed the edge of the wrong Jinbo Mountain Furnace under the window.

He got up and pinched his waist, shook off the folding fan and fanned the stove twice with a "snap", leaving a smile that was bright (no) rotten (heart) to (no) extreme (lung), and then turned around, performed the world's first light body kung fu, stepped on the corridor pillars, and chased the figure in green shirt who had just said that he wanted to see the rain scene.

*****

In the East Wing, which finally quieted down, the elegance and warmth in the room and the rainstorm outside were two completely different worlds.

The protagonist of a small farce outside, the white-clothed fairy was lying on the couch, and his black hair was not disturbed.

He breathes very lightly, his posture is regular, he lies like this, he is more sunny than when he wakes up, and at first glance or if he looks closely, he is a person in a painting.

However, his slightly frowning eyebrows can let people know that he is not sleeping peacefully.

The light purple smoke curling out of the square ding blurred his face and blocked the cyan smoke that had finally penetrated through the cracks in the window.

Ye Lingyi has always disliked and is too lazy to calculate people, but that doesn't mean she doesn't understand this.

How the Lu family brothers choose, of course she will not ignore it, even if it is the best result, she will not rely on herself in advance.

If she didn't want him to wake up, he wouldn't wake up.

However, Ye Lingyi is a human being after all, not a god, and he can't count the small compass that broke the forbidden spell of more than a dozen layers of formation and rested peacefully on the table.

Others are incompetent to wake him up, and the external force is not enough, so what about adding a phoenix fate?

On the couch, Qi Xian's rare creased eyebrows furrowed a little deeper, and his fingertips seemed to be struggling.

******

Outside the Mengzhou Mansion.

The air in Monju is damp and cold, especially on rainy days.

In the corner of the east side of the mansion, in the corridor between the mansion and the house next to it, seven or eight gray-robed old masters were huddled under the eaves, trembling all over.

These are some of the most eloquent old gentlemen on the mainland.

Half-coerced and half-voluntarily came, in order to persuade the saint to "turn back to the shore".

However, they saw people, and with a single glance, they confessed to the unusual killer who brought them with a clear brain circuit.

Without him, the saint in the rain, who was wearing a sword and an umbrella and dressed in white, had the determination to live from the bottom of his heart, almost to death.

No one can persuade such a person.

It is also ironic that they have come from thousands of miles or thousands of miles of bumps, full of confidence to persuade the saint to think about her believers and choose someone who matches her status and status.

But in the end, they could only huddle under the eaves and watch the people in the clothes gather more and more in the heavy rain.

It's not that there is no one who doesn't believe in evil to say it, and the most respected of them is indeed the one who said it.

The saint listened to them one by one, but when he said the word "crippled" angrily, it was all over.

Behold, the man's blood was about to come to their feet.

******

Dressed almost identically, people in the same clothes came from all directions and filled the entire street, but no one stopped on the streets ten meters long to the east and west at the entrance of the Mengzhou Mansion.

Such a clear battle between carriages and horses is unprecedented for each of these killers.

Not to mention that there is such a sense of competition and cooperation, no one will be the first to eat crabs.

However, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the purple spiritual power shield above the Mengzhou Mansion became more and more translucent.

The million taels of gold were inside this shield.

That's a million taels of gold!

A month ago, Yunlai Pavilion traded the eight-grade yuan shengdan, and it was only this price code.

In the life of licking blood from the knife edge, no one chooses this way from the heart. Who doesn't want to be comfortable and rich, with a perfect wife and children.

Right now, just kill the person in front of you, as soon as the spiritual power cover is broken, and then drive straight in, kill people and take the head, and go to the nearest mission hall, everything will be over.

For killers, the phrase "people die for money" is always a compliment.

It's a very simple choice, but the person in front of her, she is a saint, a new saint, and a saint.

In the past two years, the legends about her are true and false, enough for people to put her on the altar.

And one thing that can be determined is that this person is very difficult to kill.

Or two-thirds of them are going to stay with them.

It's a terrible probability, but it's actually very gratifying, the reason why they are still waiting and waiting is that they hope that more people will come, so the probability of them getting lucky will naturally be greater.

But they want to wait, but some don't want to wait.

Ye Lingyi listened carefully to the palace, but the rain was too loud.

However, it had been half an hour since she had taken care of some things, and in this case, she had to end the fight in an hour and a half.

Because, he's waking up.

Ye Lingyi still has an umbrella in her hand, it's not that she is hypocritical, her clothes are stained with water, which will block her movements, and speed is her only reliance now, besides, no matter what it is, it will be a weapon in her hand, taking a step back, she holds a sword, and the other hand is useless.

She responded that Garfield would no longer use soul power on a large scale in the short term, so there were many means that could not be used.

These people have spiritual powers, and she doesn't.

The rain was so loud that she could hear that the range of useful information was only three meters, although the rain curtain also blurred their vision.

Another thing is that she is holding a sword in her hand at the moment, and she is not very good at using it.

The most important point is that she is not good at group fighting, and her endurance is the worst one of them, and there is no one, which breaks the four-figure crowd......

And these people are different from the waste of the Prince's Mansion in the extreme north that day, these are the real killers, their cultivation may be rubbish, but is it possible that the cultivation will have an impact?

In fact, Ye Lingyi has many other ways to choose, and she has so many cards in her hand, such as the inconsequential point, she can use the butterfly knife that can double her combat power.

But she didn't, with an inexplicable obsession of "just to protect him in the most neat way", she almost biomorphized this upcoming battle into something like a ritual or a sacrifice, in other words, childishly with herself.

But at this moment, Ye Lingyi, who was full of anger and fell in the ice, didn't have the reason to analyze his weird psychology.

Biluo crossed without leaving a sound, and there was no blood in and out.

The white feathers were so light that they fell into the black river as if they were immortals, stirring up a red splash.

There is no need for words, there is nothing to say to each other, and if it was really something that could be solved by talking, it would not have come to this point today.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

It's a battle that's hard to depict in words, and everything that happens is too fast, too fast, and fleeting.

This battle is not glamorous, sneak attack poison is the mainstream, and the Ye Lingyi with the soldier's army is the most vicious and ruthless trick, which no one has ever seen.

No poison is useful for Ye Lingyi, her blood is the most poisonous in the world.

No one's spiritual power erosion attached to her weapon was effective against her, and the special nature of this body that could not be cultivated was combined with the bottomless pit dantian that could devour everything, and everything was not to be feared.

Ye Ling's favorite way of killing in the past is to cut the throat, and the arc of the blood spurting in the arteries of the deceased or murderer is enjoyment.

But in such a scuffle, only when the head is broken and the soul is scattered, that person is called dead.

One can imagine how tragic and disgusting it is to shed brains one place after another.

Fortunately, with the rain, everything is not a problem, and all the squalor will be covered up.

In her previous life, when Ye Lingyi's only best friend said that she was killing, she was monitored by the special equipment, like a dancing Holy Spirit.

However, after the age of seven, Yeling Yiduo wears black, so it is actually more like a scythe-wielding Grim Reaper, until today, she wears white,—— the white king of the Dark Empire is never wrong, she is dressed in white, she is really like, the dancing Holy Spirit, except for the bloody and terrible.

Ye Lingyi held an umbrella in one hand and a sword in the other, and the hem of her clothes with a chic cloud pattern always jumped above the water, and her long ankle-length hair stained with rain became the most advantageous weapon.

The whole street is a fresh beating heart, so Ye Lingyi chose the simplest and smoothest method, kill the past, and then kill all the way back, from time to time there are corpses in the way that are blocked by her with a sword or directly raise her feet, and gradually pile up.

If anyone can keep up with the speed of Ye Lingyi, they will find that her expression is very calm at the moment, not deliberately tense, but truly calm from the inside out, as if she is walking in the fields in the wind and sunshine, instead of doing the bloodiest and dirtiest thing in the world.

Even if the killers who were killed and broke their courage began to put aside their disputes and join forces to fight back, and there were long swords piercing Ye Lingyi's thighs one after the other, she was still calm.

Not only on the surface, if there is an instrument that can monitor Ye Lingyi's heartbeat at this time, it can be found that her heartbeat is more than twice as slow as normal.

However, no matter how graceful Ye Lingyi's movements are deliberately trained, and how calm her mind is, she is still a human being and not a god after all.

If you are not God, you will be hurt, and if you are hurt, death will not be so far away.

When the benefits are small enough, people will choose to pass the buck in batches, such as just now, I don't know how many people have been forced to make a shield.

And when the interests are big enough and the dilemma in front of the interests is enough to make people desperate, people often choose to solve the difficulties first and then tear them up. For example, now, someone stuck Ye Lingyi's sword with her shoulder, and someone forced her to the ground with a sword below, so when she was in the air and her old power was exhausted, those two swords were enough to pierce her thigh.

I don't know how many people's eyes were swayed by the blood with golden light, so Ye Ling ignored the wound of the blood rushing, and took this opportunity to throw a sword, shattering more than a dozen heads that were distracted.

When you don't have a fighter, you need to build a fighter.

Or maybe it was an accident just now, and Ye Lingyi just made good use of the follow-up of this accident.

But who would dare to say that it really wasn't her intention?

A penetrating injury for more than a dozen heads, in the conversion system of Ye Lingyi, it couldn't be more cost-effective.

What's more, with the surrounding ice sculpture with an undamaged skull but a black face, the results of the battle are more than a dozen. Dare to touch her blood, courage is commendable.

There was a moment of dead silence in the crowd in the "boom" of the rain, but as Ye Lingyi threw the ice umbrella, lifted the hem of his clothes and tied his thighs casually, the whole person was suddenly splashed in the rain, and the battle started again.

The face that had always been hidden under the edge of the umbrella suddenly saw the light, and I don't know how many people who were facing her in this rapidly changing battlefield, and many years of killer experience were completely useless by that shocking face, and the butterfly knife that never let go of any possibility cut countless carotid arteries in time.

Ye Ling did not ignore the lethality of this bug face, and when he threw the umbrella, he had already removed the cover of the moon face, so that it would have such an amazing effect.

Biluo has a spirit, and let it go on its own, the butterfly knife is a weapon that is connected with her blood and heart.

No matter what kind of comfortable life can't be dissolved, the bloodthirsty factor has finally been stimulated again, and she has forgotten the original intention of this battle, forgotten all her scruples, forgotten who she is, where she is now, and why, when she threw away Biluo and threw out the butterfly knife, she just killed for the sake of killing, and the uncrowned king who stepped out of the Shura field at the beginning of the year came back.

In other words, the seemingly indestructible "peace" seal she had set up by herself all this time finally collapsed.

The aura around Ye Lingyi's body seemed to be perceived, and as it climbed, it became dark and viscous.

At this moment, when the corners of her lips were engraved with a weird and terrifying smile that could not be ignored, she was the king of killers "01", and the only thing to do next was the word "slaughter"!