There is no prejudgment, no temptation.

In that little bit of cold light, there was a mixture of gold, white and green three majestic breaths.

Like a twin snake wrapped around the dragon, bursting, furious, rushing, extreme, no backhand!

Han Fei's difficult sword is the best at defensive swordsmanship.

But the best defense is offense.

Where the enemy has to defend, it is victory.

Therefore, Han Fei did not retreat but advanced, not to mention that his Legalist family had a Xuanqi inheritance, and the four-grade sara covered the surroundings, and suddenly formed a stagnant true qi that was like nothing.

The tiny aura of this Xuan Qi was hindered by the enemy's movements.

If it is under the Xuan Qi realm, it will even produce a feeling of stagnation in the water.

Above the Xuan Qi realm, a trance of 0.01 seconds may occur.

This amount of time is enough time to defeat the enemy.

But Han Fei was injured after all.

And the cold light was too fierce, and when it collided together, the three-color aura instantly tore through the solidified aura.

If the snow meets the soup.

The crisis in Han Fei's heart had reached the limit, and his pupils contracted suddenly, and he was ready to block and retreat.

But in the middle of the way, the three-colored aura actually accelerated for the second time.

This assassin actually kept his hand, and calculated his own reaction, and only broke out at the last moment?!

A real battle, never a temptation.

Moment.

One move.

It is life and death.

The light of the sword, the shadow of the sword, staggered.

In a flash, a line of blood had already appeared on Han Fei's neck, and the shadow in the darkness squatted down slightly, just holding the fallen body of this righteous witness with his hand.

Gently put it to the ground, without making a sound.

The candlelight flickered, and only then did Xia Bai's beautiful face appear.

Seeing that Han Fei hadn't been able to close his eyes yet, because this difficult sword boy had seen the assassin's appearance clearly at the last moment, but he still didn't understand.

"I'm sorry, you're not my friend, so I'm not going to tell you who I am or why you're dead. ”

The corners of Xia Bai's lips curled a little.

He didn't know if he had any dying devices.

Han Fei's eyes finally closed.

With a casual hand, he threw the corpse on the bed, then closed the curtain, and the visitor stepped back and stood in a dark corner where the candle could not be illuminated.

Soon there was silence in the room.

The second day, morning.

When the maid came to knock on the door again, but no one answered after a long time, she turned back.

At noon, I came again with nourishing medicinal food and dishes, but still no one answered.

The maid didn't dare to enter rashly, after all, these masters would have an epiphany at every turn, or a little intrusion of their own when they cultivated to a high level might lead to going mad.

Therefore, the prince has a requirement for the maid, if they are not summoned, then they cannot push the door in by themselves.

The maid was sensible, and went away again.

At night, still.

It wasn't until the third day, when the maid felt that something was wrong and stood in front of the door, that there was a faint smell of blood from the crack in the door, and she hurriedly ran to report it.

A moment later, Ying Zheng came with Li Si.

Standing in front of the door, the prince knocked lightly on the door, "Master Han, I've come to see you." ”

No one responded.

Li Si sniffed, his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly pushed the door, only to see a pool of blood in the house, and the curtain was placed, and when it was opened, there was indeed a difficult sword Han Fei lying inside.

When the maid saw this, her hand loosened in fright, and the crockpot she was holding fell to the ground.

The piercing smashing sound was extremely harsh, and it smashed in people's hearts in this strange silence.

Leos's throat rolled, his eyes swept rapidly through the house, there was no one left, under the bed, on the roof, there was no one hidden, it seemed that the assassin had left.

His figure flickered, and he began to carefully check for clues.

Ying Zheng only felt that his hands and feet were cold, standing at the head of the bed, looking at the difficult sword boy who was closed, but showing a frightened look, this heroic man ranked first in the thirty-six days.

Such a master died so easily and silently in the heavily guarded prince's mansion?

He can kill Han Fei.

Can you kill yourself like this?

For a while, Ying Zheng was shocked and angry, and countless thoughts were spinning quickly in his mind.

On the bright side, the only thing that Qin State could defeat Han Fei was the Wu'an Killing God in his royal brother Yingdang's mansion.

But that Bai Qi is good at killing, opening and closing, it is impossible to do such an assassination.

And there are many information channels for the Legalists, and there is no news that any masters in Xianyang have entered.

What's more, if the Qin State really has such a master, when the King of Qin was gambling with Lü Buwei, he would send it out...

Ying Zheng's body trembled twice.

He couldn't help but look up at the heights, feeling as if there was a ghost hovering in the sky.

On the other side, Li Si has also finished investigating.

The man in the crown, hat and white robe, who looked like a scribe and was better than a swordsman, was approaching his prime, and he first waved his hand to order the maid to go down, and then said in a deep voice: "Prince, Si has already checked... The window seal has not been moved..."

"Then you mean that this person pushed in from Han Fei's main entrance? and then Han Fei didn't even pass on any information... was killed in an instant?"

The two looked at the main entrance, and there were many patrolling armor soldiers outside the door.

Because of Yingdang, the patrol and sentry on the prince's mansion are extremely strict, and there are almost no dead ends, and what is guarded against is the assassination of Yingzheng.

And in places like the main entrance, there are always a lot of eyes staring.

Entering from the main entrance?

Unless it's invisible.

Li Si was also questioned, and the scribe-like man went to check Han Fei's wound again, the wound was on his neck, a line was cut, and he couldn't detect the angle, but there was no doubt that the assassin killed Han Fei in a head-to-head confrontation.

This discovery made Li Si feel like falling into an ice cave.

On the heavily guarded Prince's Mansion, he quietly infiltrated, and went head-to-head to kill the first place on the list of heroes of the storm...

Although Han Fei was injured, Han Fei was cautious, and his cultivation was difficult, and he had a strong sense of danger...

In this way, he was not even able to send a message.

Say dead is dead?

Time.

Li Si and Ying Zheng stopped talking, standing in this room, only feeling eerie and terrifying.

...

The other side.

In the Yingdang Mansion, there was a hearty laughter.

"Han Fei died? Han Fei died suddenly? Tell me, did you arrange it?"

Sit down.

A group of strategists and knights looked at each other.

"Wu Anjun, summon him quickly, Xiao Wang wants to ask him, did he quietly set up this grand duke and pulled out this thorn in the throat for Xiao Wang!"

There is enough qi and blood, and the tall Yingdang is full of might, and he sits on a high place.

In the distance, soon there was the sound of iron scale armor colliding, and the sound of footsteps that were not slow or hurried came from far and near, and a man with a gloomy face and extremely calm, that is, his eyes were as calm as water, arched his hand, and said straight to the point: "Lord, Han Fei's death has nothing to do with me." ”

"Nothing to do with you?"

Yingdang was stunned, and then swept his gaze again: "Which of you arranged it, don't hide it, stand up, Xiao Wang has a reward! You don't want it!"

This eldest son of the Qin State is not stupid, he wants to know who this assassin is, and then vigorously woo him, it is better to go directly to assassinate Ying Zheng.

Fingers snapped and tapped on the armrest with some excitement.

But the room was silent, and no one dared to respond.

Yingdang's excited look gradually subsided and gradually subsided.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, raised his hands, and laughed, "It's God, it's God who is helping me!

Ten miles away.

In a restaurant in Xianyang, the man sitting on a high place seemed to be unaware of the wind and clouds in this Qin land, and seemed to be incompatible with the noise of the street.

Outside the window, there was a light snow.