Shen Lin knew that Su Li was very strong, but he didn't expect that he would be so strong, and he could kill Nalan Panruo, who was only the top grade in the three realms, and such a talent made him feel a chill.

Blood, scarlet glitch!

Shen Lin held the hand of the long sword, and couldn't help but exert a little harder, Nalan Panruo's death gave him a lot of pressure.

Looking at everything in front of her, Luo Hongnian was also secretly surprised, she knew that Su Li was very strong, but the strength that Su Li showed was still above his expectations.

Tick tock!

Blood dripped on the ground, Su Li looked at Shen Lin lightly, and said indifferently: "Take out the sword, you must die!"

Staring at the blood dripping from the floating dream, Shen Lin's eyes suddenly became a little dazed, and he recalled all kinds of things in the past for some reason in his mind.

He is Shen Lin, an orphan picked up by the Nalan family, and there are many others who have been picked up with him. They were mixed together, and it was difficult for him to have a chance to eat enough after many years of lack of nutrition, so he was very thin at that time, and he was not conspicuous at all among the one hundred and twenty-seven.

He vaguely remembered that the first time they got together, someone brought them lots and lots of delicious food, which they had never seen before, but he knew that it was delicious.

Looking at the food in front of them, the one hundred and twenty-seven children were almost crazy, hungry for three days and three nights, they frantically grabbed everything they could see, and the battle began undisguisedly, and the guards looked at them like a bunch of garbage, and he had that look that he would not forget, so that he remembered it very clearly to this day.

He was very thin, so he couldn't rob those people at all, he just secretly pulled some bread to pad his stomach, looking at those well-fed children, his eyes flowed with envy, but soon those envy in his eyes turned into happiness.

After a battle among the 127 children, many of them were fed, except for a few who were skinny or suppressed their appetites.

While everyone was resting, several guards came up and told them to run as hard as they could, without reason or explanation, and those who lagged behind were to be put to death.

Under the coercion of life, everyone wanted to run like crazy, after a long time, those children who ate too much couldn't run after all, many people had fallen to the ground, but they were greeted by an indifferent and ruthless sword, blood spread behind him, the first time he smelled blood, the first time he saw such a cruel death, he couldn't help but want to regurgitate, but fortunately he didn't eat anything at all, he just ran desperately along the way, and then retched vigorously.

When he was in a coma, the chase for life finally stopped, and there were only eighty-four of the original 127 children left on this day.

The numbers are clear, because every time a child dies, he silently counts in his heart.

And then in the next ten years, they began to learn the practice, so that these children who should have died in the world could learn the practice, and grasp the true power, and everyone was full of confidence, because they knew that it could change their fate.

In the first year, they just cut grass on the mountain, constantly drawing their swords and swords, without any goals, just such machinery, except for night meditation, they spent almost the rest of their time in drawing swords, because they were fast, they could only be familiar with the swords in their hands, and after drawing the swords countless times, they could naturally be much faster when drawing swords, but there were still children dying this year, just because they couldn't stand such machinery, and there were still sixty-nine people left this year.

The next year, they finally had their own goal, and the sword in their hands had to repair the trees in the forest in the process of constantly pulling out, that is, the trees that were surrounded by one person were cut into pieces, not thick, only thin. After a year of hard practice, their swords became very stable and did not tremble, but eleven of them did not survive, and only fifty-eight survived.

In the third year, they had to fight against each other, and each had to fight against a different person, taking turns fighting, fighting to the death, until thirty-six were left out of fifty-eight. The thirty-six people who survived were the real swordsmen, their swords were fast, their swords were steady, and their swords were ruthless, and in three years they became a powerful assassin, even in the face of death, they could use their swords, and they were able to pose a great threat to their opponents in the face of cultivators beyond themselves.

In the fourth year, they began to hide their swords, to turn ruthlessness away, to put away indifference, they needed to become a normal person, because only a normal person can become a real assassin, there were no dead people in this year, everyone passed this test.

However, they knew that the training that awaited them had only just begun, and that after four years they had all become assassins in the dark, and each of them had different swords under different teachings, but they were all doing the same thing, becoming assassins in the service of the Nalan family.

The next three years were the time to really dance with death, one mission after another, one shot after another, and then he returned again and again, watching fewer and fewer people around him, and he became more and more silent.

Finally, one day, he was called away and became the guard of the third young master of the Nalan family, and the day he vaguely remembered that there were only seven of their 127 children left.

Now that Nalan Panruo is dead, even if he escapes, he still has to die, and smiled lightly, "I don't know if they are still alive, and now I am finally going to die." ”

Shen Lin looked at Su Li and said softly, "Since you are going to die, then let you see my sword!"

His eyes looked at Su Li calmly, but the sword in his hand had disappeared, the sword was not in his hand, it was in heaven and earth, and in his eyes, this was his sword.

Su Li could clearly feel that the moment his gaze fell, a sword that gathered powerful True Yuan stabbed over.

His eyes draw his sword, so his sword has always been the fastest, and his eyes are cold, so his sword has always been the most stable.

Countless True Yuan converged and poured into the sword body that appeared in front of Su Li's eyes, at this moment he didn't think about it, just glanced at Su Li.

At a glance, it was a sword, and then a sword light appeared in front of Su Li's body, there was no reason, and there was no reason. Shen Lin looked at Su Li a lot, so there were a lot of sword qi stabbing at Su Li, these sword qi gathered all his true yuan power, and the transformation of light and shadow came to Su Li's eyes.

In the face of such a sword, Su Li is still very calm, because he is strong, so he is fearless, a trace of demonic energy overflows, where is there countless demonic qi, those pure demonic qi enveloped Su Li's body, blocking himself in it, he who is shrouded in demonic qi, naturally he can no longer see, so there are only these swords.

Bite!

A crisp voice sounded, and the demonic qi was recommended forward, like a wall that simply and directly covered all the sword qi.

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