The moonlight sprinkled on the river, except for the boat where Murong Yan and the others were located, there were also warblers singing and dancing, and it was already the dead of night around. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xu Yan's cheeks were slightly red, looking at the river reflected by the silver moonlight, he couldn't help but think of his distant homeland on earth, and a feeling of longing suddenly rose.

The Earth Era is already out of reach, and Xu Yan is even more worried about his brother Xu Lie, who is still waiting for him to return in the Sky Continent, and he has mixed feelings in his heart.

"What is Brother Xu Yan thinking, is he missing his hometown?" Murong Yan picked up the wine glass and said, "You will return to the Martial Kingdom in more than two months, and there will be fewer opportunities for us to meet in the future, so come and drink this cup." ”

Xu Yan drank it all, and saw that it was not early before getting up to say goodbye.

After getting off the ship, Xu Yan boarded the carriage, looked at the noisy lights that were gradually moving away, and calmed down.

The carriage drove along the riverbank, and in the middle of the night, it was deserted, and all Xu Yan's ears could hear was the turning of the wheels and the rustle of leaves in the wind.

Xu Yan sat cross-legged in the carriage, using his internal strength to enter a shallow cultivation state, keeping some of his attention on his surroundings.

Suddenly, the carriage trembled violently, and the horses set off with a short exclamation. The screams pierced the silence of the night, but soon stopped abruptly, as if someone had cut it off.

The carriage was pierced by a sharp weapon.

A murderous aura came to his face, Xu Yan opened his eyes and rose into the air, broke through the roof of the car and jumped out.

In the black night, by the slight moonlight, when Xu Yan stood firmly, he found a black-clothed assassin blocking the front of the road, holding a snow-bright serpentine curved sword in his hand.

Not far from his feet, the horses and coachmen who were pulling the cart were cut off at the waist, and rivers of blood flowed.

"Killer!" Xu Yan suddenly understood the situation, the other party rushed at him, and waited for a long time.

Xu Yan's first reaction was to think of Murong Yan, after all, he was one of the people who knew his whereabouts tonight.

"Who are you, why did you kill me?" Xu Yan was like a great enemy, and the ice silkworm gloves were put on his hands.

The black-clothed assassin stood his sword on his chest and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, blood debt and blood will be paid!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Assassin's form flickered into the night. The next moment, when Xu Yan's eyes brightened again, the silver snake-shaped curved sword came into view again. The trajectory of the Silver Snake Sword was like a crescent moon, stabbing at Xu Yan's heart with a sound of breaking through the air.

Xu Yan's eyebrows jumped wildly, and a strong sense of crisis abruptly emerged.

The seemingly simple sword made Xu Yan feel that there was no way to avoid it, this assassin's cultivation far exceeded the Inner Breath Realm, and he was definitely an acquired realm martial artist.

Between the lightning and flint, Xu Yan's body still moved, and under the extreme conditions, he moved half a foot to the right, and the silver snake long sword grazed his arm. Xu Yan's face turned red, and his internal breath instantly urged the limit of the Dao, as long as he moved a little slower, his heart was pierced by the long sword.

Even so, Xu Yan's left arm was still cut by a long cut by the sharp long sword.

Xu Yan gritted his teeth, used his internal breath to compress the blood vessels to stop the massive bleeding from the wound, and his eyes were always fixed on the assassin, always ready to meet the opponent's next attack.

The figure of the black-clothed assassin flickered and disappeared from Xu Yan's eyes again.

Xu Yan's eyes were round, not turning his head to look left and right, and any slightest movement would cause a reaction of great concern.

The black-clothed assassin was like playing with his prey, the timing and direction of his appearance were completely irregular, and he always attacked when Xu Yan's attention was distracted, and the angle of his sword moves was very tricky every time.

The internal breath rotated rapidly, Xu Yan's vision and hearing were mobilized to the limit, everything around him seemed to be slowed down, and he could even hear his own slow and heavy breathing.

However, the speed of the Silver Snake Sword was so fast that even in Xu Yan's slowed visual senses, he could still only catch its vague shadow, and Xu Yan couldn't completely dodge the blade.

In just a few minutes of fighting between the two, Xu Yan's whole body was covered with sword marks, although he could avoid fatal injuries, but the sword wounds that rolled up were cracked one by one, and if the bleeding was not stopped in time, Xu Yan would also die of blood.

"Don't struggle. The black-clothed assassin raised his head, holding the silver snake sword in one hand and pointing at Xu Yan from afar.

Xu Yan unnoticed, his pupils turned slightly, and he noticed the river embankment a few zhang away, outside the river embankment was the boiling river water, and the pitch black flowed into the distance.

"Even if I die, let me die well!" Xu Yan shouted in a low voice.

The black-clothed assassin was unmoved, and the ghostly figure disappeared again, and after a few breaths, the snow-bright silver snake sword slashed through the night from behind Xu Yan and slashed at Xu Yan's neck.

With the experience of the previous fight, Xu Yan finally captured the opponent's trajectory in advance this time, dodged the slashing angle of the silver snake sword, and two white lights lit up in both palms and slapped towards the black shadow.

Burst!

With a muffled sound, Xu Yan really succeeded, slapping the black-clothed assassin with both palms. The black-clothed assassin didn't expect Xu Yan to dare to fight back, so he immediately changed his sword move to attack and defended, and stabbed his long sword at Xu Yan's face.

Xu Yan's hair stood up and dodged the fatal blow to the right, and with the strength of the enemy's rebound from the previous shot, he kicked hard under his feet, and rushed out in the direction of the river embankment, and fell into the boiling river with a pop.

The black-clothed assassin was startled, rushed to the river embankment and looked down, where could he still find Xu Yan's figure, and he couldn't even catch a trace of breath.

"Damn! let him escape!" the black-clad assassin was furious, and stood guard by the river for half an hour, before his figure disappeared into the night.

After a stick of incense, the black-clothed assassin actually appeared in the same place again, looked at the rolling river, touched his chin and whispered, "Could it really be washed away by the river?" It turned out that he was just pretending to leave just now, in order to lure Xu Yan to appear.

Sure that there would be no more gains, the black-clad assassin finally left.

At the end of the humble alley, the blacksmith shop was brightly lit, and Mr. Qin was tapping the ironware by the fire with half of his bare shoulders, looking very focused.

At this time, the black-clothed assassin from before, carrying the silver snake sword, fell into the courtyard of the blacksmith shop with his hands and feet lightly, half-knelt behind Mr. Qin, and said in a low tone, "Senior brother......"

"Listening to your tone, did you let him escape?" Mr. Qin did not look back, still concentrating on the iron weapon in his hand.

The black-clothed assassin lifted his face scarf, there was a shallow sword scar in the corner of his eye, he was about twenty-eight or nineteen years old, and blamed himself: "He was finally hit by my sword and fell into the river, and he may have drowned......"

"If you live to see people, you have to see corpses when you die, this is the rule. Mr. Qin's tone was cold, and the black-clothed assassin's heart suddenly trembled.

The black-clothed assassin buried his head lower, almost pleading: "It's winter now, this kid is just an inner rest realm, even if the sword wound can't kill him, if he falls into the river, he will freeze to death if he doesn't drown......"

Before he could finish his sentence, Mr. Qin suddenly turned around, holding a short knife that had just been formed, and slashed at the black-clothed assassin's left arm.

Yes!

The black-clothed assassin gritted his teeth and didn't dare to scream, covering the wound that was deep and blackened, silent, and cold sweat on his forehead.

Mr. Qin pulled him up, threw him a bottle of gold sore medicine, and said, "If you break the rules, you have to admit it, even if you are my junior brother, you can't be exempt from punishment." ”