Under the starlight of the night, palm shadows, swords flew vertically and horizontally, staggered and collided, and a piercing roar continued to explode in the air, and the branches and leaves of plants and trees were scattered in the air.

The killer old man's pair of dark iron hands, the palm shadows were layered on top of each other, rushing out like a tide, and the mountain sword shadows that attacked with sharp energy were dissolved one by one. The figure is constantly drifting from side to side, intending to distance itself from the opponent, get out of the attack range, and reintegrate into the night.

The frustrating thing is that no matter where it moves, the opponent's sword always follows like a shadow, like a maggot to the bone, and a little cold star suddenly shines out from the shadow of the impermeable palm, and shoots straight towards the eyebrows of the killer old man.

Retreat, retreat...... The cold star is like a messenger chasing souls and asking for his life. While the figure flashed and retreated, his hands quietly reached to his waist, and he dodged left and right by means of the momentum of retreat......

The movement of the waist and hands actually touched out two sharp short knives, and the two blades instantly conjured up a dazzling brilliance, and the cold knife light streaked across the night sky, and two crisp sounds of gold and iron resonated, and the rushing life-seeking cold star swept away.

The Jedi counterattacked, a continuous stream of knives, each attack with a sharp knife intent, knife gas jets, and a fatal blow often rushed out in the illusionary light curtain, and its speed was so fast that people's eyes could not adapt to it.

A muffled snort sounded in the misty whirlwind of sword light, and a puff of blood light sprayed with the sound, and Yun Wuying was caught off guard by the opponent's Jedi counterattack, although he got out of the opponent's sudden attack, the clothes on his left arm were still cut open by the sharp knife qi, and he was injured and blood overflowed.

A pair of cold and sharp eyes under the mask, with a touch of ruthlessness, counterattacked, the old man who took the lead, his momentum soared, and a strong round of fierce attacks forced the opponent to dodge left and right, and he had to return to the sword to protect himself. The body shape is as fast as the wind, and the clouds float and change.

The next moment, he suddenly appeared on the left side of Yun Wuying's injury, and the two knives in his hands came out again, one left and one right, one knife cut horizontally under the ribs, and one knife pierced the legs that were rapidly slashed from top to bottom, focusing on the opponent's waist and lower parts, and the serial killing was quick and weird.

The old man squatted close to the ground to counterattack and kill, and because the sword at the bottom was slightly weaker, he was taken advantage of. The double knife attacked and killed, and suddenly penetrated the sword shadow in the sky like lightning, Yun Wuying was half a minute late when he realized it, the hem of the skirt was slashed by a sharp knife, and even the trouser tube was broken a slit, but fortunately, when he dodged, he did not hurt the skin of the cortex.

This series of changes is extremely strange, and ordinary people are afraid that it will be difficult to escape this catastrophe. But Yun Wuying was not an ordinary person, her sword struck the opponent's short knife from an incredible angle, and a sonorous sound sounded, and the double knives were suddenly swept away by a latent force.

Yun Wuying's wrist shook, and he struck three times with a sword, and his whole body momentum changed, swallowing the sky and shaking the earth. Dignified and upright, without any fancy vanity, the sword splits the mountain and cracks the stone.

The killer old man seemed to be intimidated by the other party's sudden outbreak of sky-swallowing momentum, and he didn't dare to take the challenge head-on. The twin blades were hidden behind their elbows, and their bodies flickered and moved, intending to get rid of the shroud of the opponent's sword momentum. Shocked to find that it had been firmly locked by an incomparably powerful qi machine, no matter where it moved, it was a surging sword rush, and all directions and angles were shrouded in the opponent's fierce sword qi.

The killer's life-saving hole cards are endless, although under the shroud of the opponent's fierce sword, there is no panic, and there is also a hidden cold breath on the body, like the yin wind revealed in the crack of the door, like a knife like a needle.

The old man shook his hand and popped out a wisp of cold light, and a trace of cold murderous aura pierced through the dense sword net like a ghost, and wrapped around Yun Wuying's neck like a ghost.

It's so fast! so fast, so fast, so fast. No one saw his movements, and it was creepy. It is impossible to prevent it, and if you are an ordinary person, you are afraid that you have become a corpse at this moment. There is simply no time to dodge and react.

A wisp of life-threatening green silk was only an inch away from the other party's throat, and the old man's eyes just flashed with a hint of joy, and suddenly a little light shone in front of him, like a flying star outside the sky piercing the sky, and flew straight towards the center of his eyebrows.

Who's faster? Is it your deadly silk that cuts my throat, or does my sword pierce your brow first?

The old man seemed to be timid, no. Killers are usually very calm and pragmatic, and will never fight for the short and long of the moment. The opponent's sword was a fraction faster than his own Deadly Silk, not to mention that the chill he sent out a second ago was just a false move.

The old man's figure drifted instantly, avoiding the opponent's sword blade, and with a flick of his wrist, the deadly green silk suddenly retreated, but it unexpectedly moved towards the heart of Yun Wuying's chest. The sudden evolution is too weird. The real fatal blow is the opponent's fatal heart.

"The old man is here to kill people!" The old man's cold voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, which made people's pores stand upside down.

With such a well-calculated blow, any dodge and dodge would be of no avail. I could only watch as the sharp blade pierced through the chest mercilessly.

There was a cruel and bloodthirsty smirk in the old man's eyes, and the mouth under the mask was only halfway open before he suddenly froze: the deadly green silk penetrated through the opponent's chest, seemingly without any sense of strength and without any obstacles.

"Oh no......! this is an aftermath!"

Although the old man's moves are vicious and his body is strange, his means of killing people can be said to be unguardable. However, what can be seen in his opponent is unparalleled self-confidence, doing whatever he wants, meaning the sword, and chasing the soul with the sword...... Every sword is struck, and it is shrouded in the opponent's seven vital parts, which is very floating, tricky, and unpredictable.

The killer old man's life-killing youth went from the strange attack to the withdrawal and flew back, only between gasps. He thinks that his body is as fast as a ghost, and the speed of the other party is not at all human, like the ubiquitous wind, no matter how he dodges, he can't get rid of the seemingly non-existent entanglement. The other party casually handed out a sword, and he had to swing ten swords to be able to block it.

The opportunity was lost, but he moved and dodged quickly, and staged a thrilling scene again and again, exhausted, miserable, and soaked in cold sweat all over his body. In a matter of moments, dozens of blood marks had been left on his body, and the ground in the area was already dotted with blood.

Where is this fighting, but being hunted down. A sense of powerlessness that has no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the ground permeates the whole body, and the fear that is more terrible than death lingers.

Yes......

A terrible cry came from the empty night, echoing in all directions, and encircling for a long time. An object fell from the air, and it was a bloody palm that was broken at the wrist, and after falling to the ground, there were a few slight twitches between the fingers.

There was a trail of blood stains on the ground, and the killer old man was killed by the opponent in vain, and he was killed by the opponent's counterattack, lost a palm, and was lucky to get back a life, and he was frightened and melted into the dark night again, and he could no longer catch any breath in the air, and he must have been injured and fled away.

"If you're here, why rush back?"

As the killer old man fled quickly, a faint voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and a violent fluctuation of strength suddenly came from the heavens and the earth.

"Not good!" the battered old man knew that he had no way to escape at this moment, and he suddenly felt a sense of sadness in his heart, and he puffed up a breath in his chest, intending to let out a long howl and inform his companions who remained outside the mansion to come and rescue him.

However, before he could let out a long roar, a sword blade spitting purple cold light was pressed against the throat of his neck, and the cold killing intent soaked into the bone marrow of his skin, and the old man's heart beat wildly, and the hair on his body stood on end, and countless chicken bumps appeared.

"You could have cried out for help! I wouldn't mind cutting your throat. The sharp blade thrust forward with the cold voice, and the cortex in the throat was cut, and blood seeped outward.

The old man's body stiffened suddenly, and there was a sharp stinging pain in his throat, and he didn't dare to move in the slightest, for fear that he would alarm the other party, and he would pierce his throat in an instant, with fear in his long and narrow eyes, he suddenly let go of the idea of calling for help, and said in a trembling voice, "Don't kill me!" I am the shadow guard of the Feng Lan family, just acting on orders. ＂

"Feng Lan's shadow guard?" Feng Huayun, who had just come out of the courtyard at this time, heard this, his whole body couldn't help but be shocked, the muscles on his face twitched, and a grief and indignation flashed in his eyes.

Lu Suifeng found from his expression that this Feng Second Young Master didn't seem to know about the Fenglan family's shadow guard, this should be the top secret in the family's upper echelons, and very few people knew about it, and they were usually in the hands of the No. 1 or No. 2 real power number, specializing in carrying out some shady things.

"How do you prove your identity?" Lu Suifeng stepped forward, and a few wisps of finger wind popped out of his fingers to seal the old man's acupoint, and at the same time stopped the blood flow in the broken wrist.

"This ...... Seeing a young man who was born of Baisheng speak, the old man's heart fluttered, it stands to reason that this kind of joint questioning should be the second young master, he is still secretly making up his mind in his heart, if he can capture the second young master as a hostage, there should be a chance to get out. But he didn't know that the Xuan Li of his whole body was sealed, and at this time, he was like an ordinary ordinary person.

The person who blocked the old man's way was Yun Wuya, withdrew the sword that was against the opponent's throat, and suddenly tore open the placket on the old man's chest, the old man subconsciously wanted to dodge, but found that he was weak, and the mysterious power in his body was gone, and his heart was suddenly shocked.

There was a bronze plaque hanging between the old man's neck, the front of the bronze plaque was engraved with the word "Wind Shadow", and the back was printed with "Thirteen", Yun Wuya ripped it off and handed it to Lu Suifeng.

"Hehe, the old man just intruded into this place by accident, it was a pure misunderstanding. The old man's identity is special, and he should not let the old man leave quickly!" The old man pretended to speak out strongly, but his mind was rapidly spinning how to get out and report the matter here to the master.

"Didn't you come by order? How did it turn into a mistake?" Lu Suifeng looked at the words on the bronze medal, knowing that this old man should be the Shadow Guard No. 13 Killer, but he didn't know who was secretly controlling this secret killer organization; "Whose order did you take, what did you do?"