As the saying goes, climbing high is good and looking far, Tan Luo stood on the boulder, and the scene of the melee in front of him was in full view.

A carriage was stopped halfway ahead, and several well-trained black-clad masked men fought with their swords and accompanying guards. This group of masked men was obviously more skilled, their hands were swordsmand, blood was splashing, and more than half of the guards were already dead and wounded.

Outside the carriage, an ordinary man in a navy blue cloth shirt blocked the door, and Tan Luo saw that his breath was turbid, and at a glance he knew that he was a person without martial arts.

Opposite the man, stood a tall man, the black power suit wrapped around his body, and the perfect body that was tight under the fabric was faintly visible. A bronze demon mask covered the man's face, which set off the ruthless and terrifying momentum.

"Hand over the token!" The ghost-faced man spat out a few words coldly and mercilessly.

"What kind of token, I'm just here to visit relatives in Luoyang, I don't know what you're talking about." The man who was intercepted was not afraid of danger and replied calmly.

Hearing this, the ghost-faced man was too lazy to talk nonsense, he easily grabbed the man and gestured behind him.

The two black-clad masked men rushed into the carriage with a "whoosh", as fast as a goshawk catching prey. The man only felt two black shadows flash in front of him, and when he realized it, the other party had already broken into the carriage to find the hidden trap inside.

After the ghost-faced man grabbed the other party, the free hand also probed and groped on him for a while. It was supposed to be a premeditated interception, but due to the distance, Tan Luo, who was crouching on the boulder, didn't think so.

Because of her "pupils", she can see the other party's every move clearly, but she doesn't have an ear for the wind. She only saw these black-clothed masked men like bandits, burning and looting unscrupulously, and the ghost-faced man who looked like the head of the bandits even captured the powerless man, and then stroked and teased for a while.

Tsk, it's really a bad day, it seems that men's clothing is not safe to travel, and halfway through the road, he was caught by a thief who suddenly came out to be the husband of the village.

When she saw the ghost-faced man put his hand into the man's shirt, Tan Luo couldn't stand it anymore and rushed over with a shout.

Everyone looked at the little white face who was killed halfway, but saw that he was holding a wooden stick and stepping on Ling Bo, his voice was soft, and his momentum was not at all.

The sword of the fighting paused for a while, and everyone stabbed me again, and you came and went.

Tan Luo stood alone in the chaotic crowd, surrounded by swords and swords, fighting like a rage. This sense of loss arose spontaneously, and she casually looked at the black-clothed masked man beside her, Auntie, I want to vent.

At this moment, a hidden weapon that was difficult to catch with the naked eye shot at her ankle, and Tan Luo caught its trajectory the moment the hidden weapon shot out. The Tianmu acupoint shimmered, and the pupil opened again. She leaped into the air, dodging the sneak attack of the unknown weapon, and a pair of apricot eyes glared at the ghost-faced man who attacked her.

The ghost-faced man was quite surprised by Tan Luo's skills, and there were few people in this world who could escape his secret weapon. He looked at the white-faced boy on the other side carefully, and he really hadn't seen it in his memory.

Tan Luo flew forward in the eyes of the other party's yin owl, her body was ethereal, and she flew against the wind. A gray robe can hardly hide the sassy and heroic posture, the wind is in the sleeve, agile and fast, just like a bird rushing into the sky, that posture, that demeanor, making people forget the earthly past, as if in an illusory dream.

So high light work, so fast body.

The ghost-faced man saw the white-faced little student flying in the air, and the broken wooden branch was held in the palm of his hand, which was a hand that was good at holding a sword. He frowned, when did such a jade-faced gentleman be killed in the rivers and lakes, and he didn't even receive half a bit of news from his dignified Weiyang Palace.

Blinking again, the white-faced little boy was already close in front of him. This person's kung fu is unfathomable, and his strength should not be underestimated, the ghost-faced man let go of the man caught in his palm and went to meet it alone.

When the last glimmer of light disappeared into the darkness, the murmur of a beast came from the strange and deep ancient path.

The ghost-faced man's kung fu does not have half-style gorgeous and exaggerated moves, his fists and feet are ruthless, the moves go straight to the throat, and the palm wind carries a strong internal force, and if he is not careful, he will be shattered. Like a demon harvesting souls, he raised his arm in the pale moonlight and drew the soft sword he wore at his waist.

The silver-white sword drew a hearty arc like flowing water in the moonlight, like ribbons, meteors, and lightning.

What does it mean to make steel, and turn it into a finger wrapping soft. The soft and strong sword body moves like a dragon on the sea, a phoenix flies in the air, and changes emerge endlessly. The ghost-faced man's wrist flipped nimbly, and like a whip, he drew the soft sword towards the young man in front of him, and the silver light pierced the night, and the movement was swift, like a silver snake jumping up, spitting out stars and attacking the prey.

The snow-colored blade can easily cut the ligaments at the blood vessels and joints, and while Tan Luo is distracted by defense, he holds the branch in his right hand and pulls out a smooth move. A move of "stepping on the snow without a trace" is combined with the Shengtian swordsmanship footwork under the feet, blurring and illusory, combining virtual and real.

The soft sword in the ghost-faced man's hand knew at a glance that it was a strange weapon, and Tan Luo waved the wooden branch, not intending to hit the stone with an egg, but only defended and did not attack, and his body was flexible and dodged, constantly avoiding his fierce attacks.

The ghost-faced man was more and more surprised to urge the internal force, his wrist trembled, and the soft sword seemed to be weak and weakly bent in an astonishing arc, and suddenly collapsed to the limit and jumped up, and the blade of the sword broke through the air without any expectation, and the trajectory reversed, pointing straight at the throat.

"You've lost!" The ghost-faced man suddenly spoke, perhaps he didn't want to hurt the teenager who had nothing to do with the mission.

However, he saw what happened tonight, and he must not leave anything alive, this is the principle of their actions in the palace.

"Oh, really?" Tan Luo raised her eyebrows, as if she had seen through the opponent's moves, and the wooden branch quietly came against the trajectory of the sword blade.

"It's useless," the ghost-faced man scoffed, but the laughter stopped in his throat.

It was thought that he would cut the artery between the young man's neck, or that the soft sword would shatter the wooden branch into sawdust at the same time that the young man swung the wooden branch to resist.

However, in fact, it was the inconspicuous wooden branch that met the soft sword at the same time, skillfully avoiding the blade, spinning and winding, and actually trapped the soft sword in his hand with the wooden branch, unable to move.

It's really too weird, this white-faced little student's moves are strange and difficult to find flaws, not to mention, he is even completely unafraid of the erosion of his own internal force, if he were someone else, he would have already touched the soft sword at the same time, that arm was not crippled.

Tan Luo secretly used the Shengtian Body Refining Method, her body became invulnerable to the sword at this moment, and her strength was incomparable, although there was no spiritual power to protect her, but the advantages of the body refining technique were revealed at this moment. In the words of the ghost-faced man, it is incredible.

The ghost-faced man urged the internal force again, but the soft sword in his hand seemed to be nailed, and it didn't move at all. The other party smiled slyly, but the words he said were very inadequate. But seeing him open his mouth quietly, he said with a smile: "Hey, now that it is planted in my hands uncle, is there a kind of frustration that asks the vicissitudes of the sky speechlessly?" ”

The ghost-faced man just snorted coldly, and was about to let go of the finger holding the sword, Tan Luo saw this, how could he let the prey that he had finally caught easily escape. She quickly reached out her small hand and stabbed three points of force into one of the opponent's acupuncture points.

The man only felt as if the strength in his body had been withdrawn in an instant, and his body was unconscious, and this feeling different from the acupoints was something he had never experienced in twenty years. He collapsed to the ground, except for the reluctance to open his eyes to see things, and his ears could hear some sounds, his senses such as touch and pain were completely blocked.

He tried to break through the acupuncture points that had just been pointed, but found that the internal force seemed to dissipate without a trace in a breath, and he couldn't even feel where his dantian was, just like the original spirit was out of the body, and his body no longer belonged to him.

The ghost-faced man glared at Tan Luo angrily, his lips pursed, and he couldn't spit out half a sound. And the other killers all looked at the white-faced little student in shock after seeing the palace master trapped.

Everyone looked at each other, what happened just now, their palace master was ranked first on the Bai Xiaosheng martial arts list all the year round, like a ghost, and one move would determine life and death. If the strength is above him, what kind of terrifying monster is it?

Their Weiyang Palace is the Beidou of the assassination world, sitting firmly at the top of the position for hundreds of years, after several generations of dynasties, standing, their palace master is even more powerful to the extent that people worship, the world calls him the ghost, the god of war in the dark world.

As long as the task taken over by Weiyang Palace has never been missed, their strength is so strong that decent martial arts people and the imperial courts of previous dynasties have heard of it. But this stunned boy who looks like a fledgling dares to stop him, unless he has nine lives, otherwise with their underground eyeline and the huge scale of tens of thousands of people, they will hunt him down to the ends of the earth.

Tan Luo naturally didn't know what she shouldn't provoke, and she didn't know that the killer with the fanged ghost face pattern embroidered on the black clothes would be the number one organization in the world today, "Weiyang Palace".

She only knew that as an ordinary disciple who had come from the world of cultivating immortals to the human world and entered the world, she should kill demons, eliminate harm for the people, rob the rich and help the poor, and eliminate violence and peace. Of course, by the way, hook up with Ruyi Langjun, save some private money, and then buy a luxury mansion to enjoy the fun.

Just kidding, I finally escaped from the boring and boring world of cultivating immortals without beauties, no matter how I say it, I have to mix it up here, and it is full of evil.

Besides, the Shengtian faction strictly forbids disciples to have fornication, the mountains here are high and the immortals are far away, who knows that she secretly has a relationship with Qin Wangyi's brother, you and me, and her ears and temples are grinding. In her memory, her understanding of love was only limited to the feeling that Qin Wang Hongyi gave her, which was like a moth to a fire, step by step, seductively falling.

As the night grew darker and the blood thickened, the chariot's escorts fell, groaning in pain. Surrounded by killers that blended in with the night, and bloodstained blades that reflected bloodthirsty chills in the moonlight. The nine killers were light and silent, slowly approaching, and several silver-white sword shadows flickered and swayed on Tan Luo's face.

She knew they were going to do it.