The horseman's whip rolled out with a strong breath like a long snake spitting letters, Chang Dazhu's face instantly turned pale, and at this moment, he smelled death in the humid air of the early morning.

The sarcasm at the corner of the groom's mouth became even stronger, and Chang Dazhu's breath and reaction even made him feel slightly stunned, Yue Hengmennuo used a lot of money to let himself deal with a good street with a lot of money, and he knew that in this way, there was no need to waste this good carriage.

However, a quarter of a second after this thought was born, the groom began to regret it, because the whip suddenly paused less than a foot from Chang Dazhu's throat, and to be precise, it was entangled in something......

It was a broken blade, black as ink, with no edge to speak of, but it made the groom feel very uneasy, and he really couldn't understand why the owner of the broken blade had appeared so suddenly, and suddenly had the illusion that he had been standing here all along.

It's a few steps away, it's still a few steps away!

Ling Dong appeared on the ramp next to the official road, standing beside the overturned carriage and raising his eyebrows, the broken blade and his arm were like a "one", blocking Chang Dazhu's face, like a horizontal rope, like a river embankment......

The horseman's pupils constricted, he could become one of the most terrifying assassins on the fire, not only because of the amount of killing, but more importantly, because of the judgment of danger, the horsewhip was blocked, he had already moved, and the broken reins with the experience of countless killings, set off a sea tide and slapped towards the arm in front of him.

The whip and the broken blade are still entwined, but the nature has changed, when the whip is rolled towards Chang Dazhu, it is the broken blade that entangles the whip, and when the reins are slapped towards Lingdong, it can be said that the whip is wrapped around the broken blade.

How fragile does this arm look in the tide set off by the reins, and how can it be stopped?

Ling Dong narrowed his eyes slightly, he was no longer as young as when he first fell into Mirror City, from beginning to end, the youngest elder of the Holy Hidden Hall didn't want to kill, but not wanting to do it didn't mean that he wouldn't, so Yan Punctuality at the foot of Qingshan died, and the four black shadows in the courtyard of Big Tree Village also fell...... Now, another man tugged at his heartstrings with the whip and reins in his hand.

There's a line there, it's called the bottom line!

The hand holding the broken blade still looked fragile, but the hand still moved, and this time the wind suddenly rose, and the grass on the ramp swayed in the wind, like cheer, like fear......

A faint light burst out from the broken blade, like a moonlight, and at the same time, a clear sound sounded, and this moonlight instantly shone brightly, as if it was about to burn the horsewhip wrapped around the blade.

Mo Yuan rises from the moon!

There is no violent fluctuation of Yuan Force, nor the power of the ebb and flow of the tide, this Yuehua is just a sword intent, and the broken blade inherits the will of the master, moving forward and pursuing the will of great freedom.

Ma Fu has always been a little disdainful of the young man in front of him, thinking that there are only a few young people who can't be messed with in the spring and autumn, but when the slight blade breaks out and shines brightly, Ma Fu immediately realizes that he has made an unforgivable mistake, although he can't understand the sword intent of this sword, but he feels the blazing sword qi.

This is the realm of the sword path has reached a very terrifying point, this kind of person can have a few in the entire Spring and Autumn Period, this kind of person should not appear in the target of his assassination at all.

The horseman's face began to become fearful, and the strong Yuan Force shuttled on the reins, and he wanted to cut off that arm and cut off the connection between the young man and the broken blade before this sword qi forced him into danger.

It's just that...... The groom made a mistake again, no matter how fast he was, he couldn't catch up with Yuehua's speed, because it was silver light, it was light......

The horses that had taken off the reins did not have time to go far, the early morning mist had not yet dissipated, there was green smoke rising on the slope beside the official road, the groom leaned on the overturned carriage, his face was pale, his eyes were full of despair and loneliness, and more seriously, his two arms were broken shoulder to shoulder, and he turned his head hard, not knowing whether he wanted to take another look at the scenery of the Liaoyuan or the majesty of Fengtian City, in short, it was difficult for him to even turn his head.

Chang Dazhu walked over with an expressionless face, and then continued his unfinished previous movements, squatting down...... He took out a knife from his bosom and stabbed it into the chest, the second person he had ever killed in his life, and the first one was last night when the spring breeze was raining.

The vegetable farmer on the official road stood there motionless in a daze, as if he was stupid by the scene in front of him.

"My name is Ling Dong, Xianyin Hall Ling Dong. Ling Dong looked in the direction of Fengtian City and said.

The vegetable farmer unconsciously narrowed his eyes, as if he was afraid that people would see the nervousness and timidity in these eyes, he wanted to move his steps, but in the end he did not take a step, but said: "You have already seen it?"

Yes, who else would the young man talk to but himself?

Ling shook his head: "Fengtian is the capital, and it is common for masters to gather, as long as the groom doesn't make a move, I can't see it." ”

"What about me, I didn't make a move?" the vegetable farmer's voice was a little low.

"Because the groom made a move...... And how could that carriage have flipped without you?" Ling Dong looked at the vegetable farmer, "Also, there is something wrong with how you hold this pole. ”

The vegetable farmer couldn't help but glance down at the flat pole across his chest, and began to be silent, not speaking is a kind of acquiescence, yes, the way he holds the flat pole is too much like holding a knife, the other party is not wrong, in fact, he and the horseman, are one of the most famous assassins on the plain, they have a common organization, this organization has a very elegant name, called: Manor.

But he is different from the groom, he is more cautious than the groom, and in the "manor", only the more cautious people can live long.

Until there is absolute certainty, not making a move is a kind of self-preservation, so, the groom is dead, he is at least alive.

"The groom is dead. ”

In a chic courtyard in Fengtian City, the young man with thin eyebrows rubbed his face vigorously with his hands, and at this time, on the table in front of him, there was a bronze mirror the size of a face plate, which was vaguely reflecting a scene outside the city.

However, the elder brother did not seem surprised. A disciple asked.

The young man frowned slightly: "Since this person can solve the sixth child and a few of them, how can he care about hillbillies like horsemen and vegetable farmers." ”

"Then why did Senior Brother let them go over and die. ”

"Because I want to know who killed the sixth, and at this point, the hillbilly is sometimes more professional than us. The obese young man glanced at the bronze mirror again, his voice began to become low and hoarse, and he muttered, "Xianyin Hall, Lingdong." ”

"This ...... Could it be a pseudonym? The disciple's eyes were full of doubts, because this name was too unfamiliar, even if it was the three words of the Immortal Hidden Hall, for the young people of the Spring and Autumn Period, few people knew it, even those who often paid attention to the Sacred Hidden Hall, at least they would focus more on the upper three halls.

The young man with thin eyebrows rubbed his eyebrows, he was recalling the moonlight that had just risen in the bronze mirror, although what he saw in the mirror would always be an illusory image, but he could feel the power of this sword.

Who is this person? Why is this name unknown in the Spring and Autumn Period? Could it be that it came from the Great Zhou?

"Whether it's a real name or a fake name, you always have to meet to find out. The young man with thin eyebrows glanced at the city outside the courtyard, sighed lightly, and then took a step outward, and there was no fatigue in his steady steps that he had not closed his eyes all night.