Soka, who had just walked out of the door, had a dark face and hurriedly argued, "Hey~ head!" I don't carry this pot! ”

"Actually, I heard about it halfway......" Lin Hao glanced at the two of them, and his face trembled a few times.

"Tell me what's wrong with you, don't you like it!"

Uncle Tuyan slapped Soka hard, and roared a few times in a rough voice, "Let's go together when the time comes, and ...... like this"

Before he finished speaking, the figure disappeared without a trace.

Soka had a heart-stopping expression and patted Lin Hao on the shoulder, "Alas, my ...... who is cold in my heart"

"Fuck off! Flower intestines are too much! Lin Hao laughed and scolded a few times angrily, turned his head and went back to the room.

"Who did Lao Tzu recruit and provoke whom?"

Soka touched his brain in confusion, grinning with big white teeth, "Alas, being handsome is easy to be slandered, hehe......"

It was late at night, and the lights in Fang City were on.

The large courtyard of the Izumo Inn is lit up, and countless tall pavilions are full of people.

"How is it so dark? If you light a lamp, you'll die......"

Lin Hao walked in the streets and alleys between several courtyards, rolling his eyes speechlessly.

There was silence all around.

Not long after walking, in an alley in the distance, there was a sudden crackling sound, and several screams were faintly heard.

"Huh? Someone is fighting! Lin Hao was shocked, and quickly held his breath and hid in the corner of the wall, pricked up his ears to look left and right, and listened carefully to the surrounding movements.

It was hazy everywhere, and I could barely see my fingers.

In the dim alley, more than a dozen people in black died tragically on the spot.

Corpses lay in pools of blood, their eyes staring straight ahead, almost full of disbelief.

A middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance wears a hat on his head, his spine is as straight as a sword, standing straight in the corner, and his clothes are hunting and dancing.

His pale face was full of cruelty, the violet umbrella in his hand shook, and his voice was cold and stiff: "Come out......"

For a long time, there was no sound around, and no one answered.

The air was filled with the thick smell of blood, and countless broken swords were scattered across the ground.

Da! Da! Da!

There was a slight sound of footsteps.

In the corner of the alley, there was a sudden darkness, and I saw a person coming out of the shadows, this was a very peculiar person, shrouded in boiling mist, like a distorted shadow!

Two points of red light shook the black shadow's head like a ghostly fire, looking extremely terrifying.

The man was holding a thin sword in his hand, and when the night wind struck, the sword shook like a poisonous snake spitting out letters.

The black shadow glanced at the corpses around him, and sneered in a hoarse voice, "What a poisonous feather warrior......"

This man suddenly appeared in the alley, and the eyes of the middle-aged man in the corner focused on him and his thin sword.

"A minute ago, there were eighteen people standing here......"

The middle-aged man's eyes were like a knife, his hand gently stroked the handle of the umbrella, and his voice was cold, "Now, it's become two......"

The black shadow's head flickered with two red lights, and suddenly raised his head and let out a strange laugh, "Wait a minute, it should become a person......

"Yes......" The middle-aged man's hat tilted slightly, and his white hand gently grasped the oil-paper umbrella.

The alley was littered with corpses, and the murderous aura was pervasive.

"Quack Quack ~ You're already seriously injured......"

In the middle of the night, a burst of eerie laughter suddenly sounded in the alley, and the laughter was far away and sometimes near, extremely terrifying.

The black shadow twisted lightly a few times, the thin sword in his hand shook, and a few hoarse and ugly words came out of his mouth, "Take it, hand it over!" ”

The moon is halfway up the mountain, and the night is as dark as oil.

The wind was silent.

"There are six guest elders, thirteen inner disciples, forty-seven elite disciples of the outer gate, twenty-nine human-level killers, and five Xuan-level killers......"

The middle-aged man said to himself, slowly fiddling with his white palm, with an inexplicable smile on his face, "Maybe, I will add another ...... later."

The black shadow was silent, secretly observing the middle-aged man's breath.

When he reveals his flaws, he will be greeted by a storm of thunderous fury!

In the darkness, two red lights flickered, and there was a dead silence in the alley, and the thin sword still shook by itself, as if it wanted to choose someone to devour.

"Die!"

The thunder and wind were frightened, and a ray of sword light flashed.

"I'm really going to die...... the middle-aged man muttered to himself, a few mouthfuls of black blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth, and the color of madness flashed in his eyes.

The cold wind is like a knife, and the night is bleak.

He sneered a few times, his expression suddenly became extremely weird, and his white hand turned the oil-paper umbrella slightly.

"Bang Bang~" In the dark, there was a sudden soft sound.

"You!" The rapidly flying black shadow suddenly screamed, and the two red lights were full of horror.

Turning his head and turning around, he drew his sword and retreated sharply, even faster than when he came!

Withdraw! Withdraw! Retreat!

The black shadow flew back in an instant, fleeing towards the mouth of the alley, as agile as a swallow stealing water.

"Whew! Shout! The speed at which he retreated was like lightning, and the light skills that erupted under the crisis of life and death were countless times faster than the most rapid body technique in his life.

However, it was too late!

"Hehe, go to hell with me......" The middle-aged man's eyes were full of cruelty and coldness, and before the black shadow could fully react, the oil-paper umbrella in his hand suddenly turned into countless fragments.

A desperate, hoarse laugh rang out, chilling from the bottom of my heart.

Suddenly, there was a purple "bang" in the sky, and it shot out in all directions like a fairy scattering flowers.

There was a sharp roar in the air, almost bursting through the eardrums.

Nothing can stop the brilliance and light of that moment.

Suddenly, the retreating black shadow felt a chill in his heart, only to feel that his pupils were full of purple, incomparably brilliant purple.

The overwhelming purple, like a brilliant firework blooming in an instant, is incomparably charming and beautiful.

And behind this beautiful trap is an infinite number of terrible killing opportunities.

"Woohoo!" There was a soft sound.

Countless purple colors swept through the black shadow's chest like a meteor shower.

Suddenly, a stinging pain entered the cranial nerve, and a little blood dripped from the ground.

A moment of brilliance, a moment of amazement, in order to take away a life.

"Purple ~ Poison ~ Smoke ~ Luo ......"

The black shadow spat out a few words with difficulty, coughed up black blood from the corners of his mouth, and his head shook violently with two red lights, looking down at his chest in disbelief.

"How is that possible? How can it be! ”

He roared unwillingly in his heart: "I haven't reached the pinnacle of kendo yet, I still want to be the number one assassin in the world!" ”

"I'm unwilling, I'm unwilling!"

"Is this going to be the end of the day? However, I am not reconciled! ”

It is true that the black shadow's swordsmanship is very high, terrifyingly high, and the body technique is also very fast, terrifyingly fast.

But now, he could only watch the purple streamer pass through his chest, and there was no way to dodge it.

"Bang Bang~"

Blood splattered, scarlet dots.