"For the sake of the world, please rest in peace. ”

Hearing this sentence in the rain, Fan Xian couldn't stop laughing, the smile was not exaggerated, the half of the delicate face exposed outside the hat, the corners of the lips were slightly upturned, with a trace of disdain, a trace of absurdity. This was his truest inner reaction, probably even he never thought that he would meet these ascetics when he entered the Qing Temple in the rain, and the temperament shown by these ascetics was so weird.

There are few people in the world who know about it, and the only one who knows anything about that ethereal place is undoubtedly Fan Xian, who accompanied Sean to his death. In the days after his rebirth, he had conjectured more than once on this issue, but nothing had been fundamentally revealed. Fan Xian knows a lot about the sacrifices that serve the temples in this world, ascetics or monks, and the most famous of them is undoubtedly the National Master of the Northern Qi Dynasty, the head of Tianyi, and the Master of Kuhe. However, even the master of Kuhe never thought that he had inherited the will of the temple, and he would pity the hard work of the common people, so he would punish him on behalf of the heavens.

These ascetics in the rain in front of them were extremely serious and resolute in saying such words, and they couldn't help but sneer secretly.

"Why does it have to be me to rest in peace and not someone else?" Fan Xian slowly lowered the smile on his face, looked at the ascetics around him and asked calmly: "If there is really a god in the world, presumably in his eyes, all beings must be equal, if this is the case, why do you want to target me? Could it be the ascetics who serve the temple...... It's just a rat who bullies the weak and fears the hard?"

These sarcastic words obviously had no effect on the ascetics, they still knelt calmly beside Fan Xian, looking as if they were worshipping him, but the pure aura that had been condensed into one had firmly controlled Fan Xian's figure in the field.

"It's not difficult for me to enter the palace to ask for guilt, but I need an explanation, why is the sinner me?" Fan Xian slowly ripped off the rain hat with the collar attached, let the faint raindrops slowly flow down his smooth black hair, and said seriously: "I didn't know that you were unknown before. Even if you are such a fanatic, I can understand what you mean unspoken, which is nothing more than to dominate the world, to dispel decades of unrest and war, so that the people of Li can find a happy life...... But I don't understand how you should judge that the man will be able to fulfill your hopes and carry out the will of the temple perfectly?"

Fan Xian turned around slightly, and then felt the solemn aura around him like a living thing. It then deflects smoothly without a hint of condensation. Nor did it reveal a single vulnerability that could be exploited. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, he really didn't expect that these ascetics could really fuse the realm of individual earth and reality together. Form such a powerful force.

Perhaps this is the reason why His Majesty the Emperor summoned these ascetics with a dull appearance and a fanatical heart back to Kyoto during this time.

From the first step in entering the Qing Temple, if Fan Xian wanted to get rid of the siege of these ascetics, he should have reacted as soon as possible, but he had already missed that opportunity and fell into the siege. This may have been because he underestimated the power of the ascetics, but more because he wanted to talk to them, so that he could learn something about what he wanted to know about them. For example, why did the ascetics in Qingmiao do their best to support Emperor Qing, completely ignoring the oppression of Qingmiao by the imperial palace over the years, and ...... Does His Majesty the Emperor have anything to do with that ethereal temple?

In the rain, more than a dozen ascetics changed their kneeling posture to sit cross-legged, still surrounding Fan Xian, who was standing, in the center. Their faces were blank, and they seemed to have long been unhaunted by foreign objects. After a long silence, perhaps these ascetics still hoped that this Fan Gongzi could be persuaded by themselves, so as not to let Qingguo, who was about to dominate the country, fall into turmoil, so a voice sounded directly in front of Fan Xian.

An ascetic clasped his hands together. Raindrops hung on his limp eyelashes. Youyou said: "Your Majesty is the one who has received the apocalypse, and we walkers should help Your Majesty rule the world." For the benefit of all peoples. ”

"Apocalypse, when?" Fan Xian asked, staring at the ascetic's old face, with his hands behind his back, and he could easily see that the ascetics in the field were not young.

"Decades ago. A voice sounded from behind Fan Xian's side, and the answer was extremely vague, but Fan Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, but he began to think quickly.

"Has a messenger conveyed the purpose of the temple to you?" Fan Xian asked.

"Yes. This time it was another ascetic who answered, and he answered cleanly, without any mud, but this answer made Fan Xian's eyes narrow even more.

The temple occasionally has envoys to patrol the world, which in itself is one of the biggest secrets of this continent, if he hadn't grown up beside Uncle Wuzhu since he was a child, and he knew so many secrets from Sean Chen Pingping, he would definitely not be able to ask these words, but ...... These ascetics were not surprised when they heard the word messenger from Fan Xian, as if they had expected that Fan Xian knew some secrets of the temple, but this incident surprised Fan Xian.

"But the great priest is dead, Sanshi is also dead, and so are your companions on Dadong Mountain...... All dead. Fan Xian continued to speak very calmly, but even Qiu Yu couldn't hide the viciousness and mockery in his tone.

"Who wouldn't die?"

"Then why don't you die?"

"Because Your Majesty still needs us. ”

"Sounds like the girl in my building. ”

The atmosphere in the Qing Temple in the rain was very wonderful, Fan Xian had been asking questions calmly and continuously, while these ascetics who sat around him answered the questions separately, and the answers were calm and orderly, and they spoke in turn, and there were sixteen people in the room, as if one person answered.

Fan Xian's heart gradually sank, it seemed that these strange ascetics had been practicing penance for many years, and the art of heart-to-heart communication had reached a certain strong realm, and what made him even more cold was the information about the temple messenger.

The last time the temple envoy came to the world, of course, was the one in the fifth year of Qingli, and this envoy landed from the south, and learned the customs and habits of human society like a wild beast all the way. In the process of this habit, many people in the southern prefectures and counties of Qingguo died at the hands of this messenger, perhaps just habitually indifferent to life. Perhaps it was the news that this envoy wanted to cover up his existence, but all in all, the thirteen yamen of the Criminal Department at that time paid a great price, and they were not able to touch the corner of the mysterious messenger's clothes.

At that time, the Qingguo Imperial Court only regarded this person as a murderer with superb martial arts, and did not know his true identity, so the Criminal Department later asked the Supervision Yuan for help, Yan Bingyun was cautious, and borrowed Tiger Guard from Fan Xian.

However, before the Inspectorate could make a move, the temple messenger had already arrived in Kyoto. came to the alley next to Fan's Mansion and was intercepted by Wuzhu next to a noodle stall.

After a battle with the Cloth Coat, the temple messenger died. Wuzhu was seriously injured and has been missing since then, recuperating from his injuries on Dadong Mountain for several years. And the remains of this temple messenger were burned in ...... Qing Temple.

Fan Xian's gaze passed through the rain curtain. Looking at the barren land behind the Qing Temple, his eyes were slightly cold, thinking about the scene of His Majesty and the high priest looking at the temple messenger in the fire that day, for a while, I didn't know how to speak.

In previous years, the Great Priest of Qingmiao had been preaching in the swampy and wild land in the south of Qingguo, but it happened that the temple envoy returned to Beijing shortly before entering Beijing, and then died of a serious illness shortly after the envoy melted into the fire.

Is this a coincidence? Of course not, at least Fan Xian doesn't believe it. Soshu.com Uncle Wuzhu was injured, and the temple messenger came to the world. It was all only known to him later, and it took a long time to only vaguely find out here, but at least it proved that His Majesty the Emperor must have made a great sacrifice through the Qingmiao Land. With the messenger from the temple, some kind of agreement was reached.

In the fifth year of Qingli, His Majesty the Emperor hoped to use his illegitimate son as bait to lure the temple envoy and Uncle Wuzhu to die together, but he did not achieve his goal. In order to bury the matter. In order not to let Fan Xian know about this, the big priest ...... Must die.

Fan Xian withdrew his gaze. Looking at the ascetics in front of him, he naturally thought of the so-called Apocalypse, the will conveyed by the so-called temple messenger, and that messenger must have been the one who came to Qingguo twenty-two years ago.

Now it seems that the envoy not only transferred Uncle Gotake out of Kyoto, but also represented the ethereal temple and reached some kind of cooperation with the emperor.

The Emperor's cooperation with the temple?Fan Xian's brows furrowed, the first cooperation killed Ye Qingmei, and the second cooperation almost killed Uncle Wuzhu...... Everything is actually very clear, the only thing that is not clear is why the temple, which nominally does not interfere in the affairs of the world, would make such a choice in the human world.

At this time, the ascetics who besieged Fan Xian in the Qing Temple were already a little old, and more than 20 years ago, they had already learned the will of the temple, and in addition to ecstasy, they were extremely loyal to the team that served Emperor Qing's merits, and in the past 20 years, they walked among the people and spread the ...... It should be good...... The education, a spoonful of food, a scoop of drink, living a hard but happy life, and at the same time ...... must also be acting as a spy for the emperor.

Now that Dongyi City has been subdued, the civil strife has been calmed, Chen Pingping is dead, the wind and rain are smooth, the people's hearts are smooth, the country is rich and the army is strong, and the strength of Qingguo has reached its peak, except for Fan Xian, it seems that there is no longer anything that can stop Emperor Qing from dominating the world, so these ascetics have returned to Kyoto, ready to meet that glorious moment.

Therefore, the ascetics wanted to persuade Fan Xian to forget his personal enmity for the sake of this great cause, and to forget the sorrow of one person for the sake of justice in the world.

Fan Xian stood alone in the rain, although the rain was fine, but it still gradually wet his clothes. These ascetics told him very frankly what they had done in the past twenty years, and explained the secrets hidden behind the history of Qingguo, because they sincerely wanted to persuade him, and wanted to use the will of the temple, the submission of the people, and the trend of the general trend to persuade Fan Xian not to be an enemy of His Majesty the Emperor.

Because His Majesty is the chosen monarch of heaven and the co-lord of the world.

"It's all. Fan Xian shook his head helplessly, wiped a handful of rain from his face, looked at the ascetics around him who were pleading with him, and said, "What does this have to do with me? I'm just one of His Majesty's courtiers...... No, I'm just a grass farmer now, I don't think anyone in the world will think that I will affect the general trend of the world, you don't force me to enter the palace, or take me into the ground, is there some overreaction?"

The ascetics glanced at each other and saw the prudence and determination in their eyes, and they naturally didn't believe what Fan Xian said. One of them looked at Fan Xian and said sincerely, "Because you...... It's her son. ”

Fan Xian was silent, and finally knew how the big battle in the Qing Temple came about today, if it was these ascetics in the Qing Temple who served the temple faithfully and regarded His Majesty the Emperor as the leader of the Heavenly Selection, then there was no doubt that Ye Qingmei, the little girl who escaped from the temple and had stolen a lot of things in the temple, was of course their biggest enemy. Perhaps these ascetics don't know what is going on. There is no need to know the inside story, as long as the temple envoy more than twenty years ago has set the nature of Ye Qingmei's behavior, and they are deeply jealous of the woman who dares to despise the temple.

This fear lasted more than twenty years later. It continued to Fan Xian's body.

"If you kill me, what will Your Majesty think?" Fan Xian asked with a smile, "I think he must be very reluctant to see his son die at the hands of you gods, I am very worried about you." ”

All the ascetics saluted in unison, their faces resolute. No one answered, but the meaning expressed was very clear, for the sake of the goal they were pursuing, even if His Majesty the Emperor killed them all afterwards, they would leave Fan Xian here, forever.

"I've heard everything I want to hear. The corners of Fan Xian's lips curled, and he said sarcastically: "I think if I promise you to enter the palace, I guess you will not rest assured, and you will put some prohibition on me." Of course, I can be presumptuous. It doesn't hurt to say yes first, at least it seems that you can save your life. ”

"It's just that you've miscalculated one thing. Fan Xian looked at them indifferently and said, "I believe in the existence of the temple more than you, but because of this, I won't be frightened and my legs will go weak when I hear the name of the temple. Kneel in this rain just as you did. ”

An ascetic sighed deeply and said compassionately: "When we are born between heaven and earth, we must always have reverence. ”

His Majesty once said this to me. Fan Xian bowed his head slightly, thinking to himself, but His Majesty the Emperor obviously had no reverence for anything. The temple and the messenger are only afraid of these ethereal and terrifying existences in the eyes of mortals. In the eyes of His Majesty, it is nothing more than a force that can be used.

"Respect heaven and earth. But you can't respect the will of others. Fan Xian said: "On this point, you should learn from Master Kuhe. ”

The ascetics were slightly stunned, not understanding what this meant, but they saw Fan Xian floating up surrounded in the middle!

Fan Xian floated up in the slight autumn rain, and the cloth shirt on his body was slowly propped up by the true qi, like a ruthless big bird, and swept towards the periphery of the Qing Temple!

Without warning, Fan Xian's body was like being pulled by an invisible long rope, and he was extremely fast towards the gate of Qingmiaodi, his speed in the air was extremely fast, and his body was extremely gentle, walking through the rain, like a swift, rolling in the wind and rain and drifting away.

However, his body only swept out of the distance of five zhang before he felt an incomparably thick wall of qi rushing towards him.

The moment Fan Xian made his move, more than a dozen ascetics moved at the same time, one ascetic put his arm on the arm of the other ascetic, snorted, and threw out the partner beside him, six or seven movements in a row, very smoothly, it seemed that their minds had already been connected, and these movements did not have the slightest stagnation and unsmoothness.

The formation of these ascetics was an irregular circle, and at this time, the seven people were quickly thrown in the direction of the main gate of the Qing Temple, and they did not disengage their hands in the air, driving the ascetics below to sweep at the same time.

Like a wave.

The irregular circle formed by more than a dozen ascetics formed a whole at this moment, flipped up in the drizzly air, rose in the air, and with a wave-like aura, it jumped over the figure of Fan Xian, who was flying away quickly, and set him in the circle again.

A circle flipped in the air, and then fell to the ground, it was still a circle, Fan Xian was still in the middle of the circle, after the lightning, the rain was still falling like this, and the situation between the fields still did not seem to have changed in the slightest.

Except that everyone moved a distance of about seven zhang in the direction of the main gate of Qingmiao, and then the ascetics did not give Fan Xian any chance to take the lead, and sang in unison, countless pairs of palms carrying majestic true qi and resolute momentum slapped towards Fan Xian's body!

The ascetics didn't know what secret method they were practicing, but they were really able to communicate with each other and perfectly integrate their own realities, and these countless palms slapped over. It's like a shining god, giving birth to countless pairs of divine hands in an instant, indifferently and ruthlessly trying to eliminate the demons in front of them.

All the space around Fan Xian's body was covered by the palm shadow that covered the sky and rain, like a big net falling down, and there was no missing loophole at all, this is the so-called beauty of harmony, the beauty is to the extreme, and the danger is to the extreme.

A wall of air rushed to the face. Fan Xian forcibly twisted his body in the air, forcibly absorbing the air flow that every inch of skin around his body could sense, and the two Great Zhou Tian forcibly destroyed it. The body was forced to fall to the ground, but the toes were directly wet to the ground, and the domineering true qi was gathered in the fist, and the punch blasted towards the most powerful point in the thick qi wall.

In a moment of being forced to re-enter the situation of harmony. Fan Xian smelled the danger deeply, he broke into the Kyoto Dharma Field eight days ago, he once stabbed one ascetic to death and shook the other back, and he also paid the price of being slapped three times at that time, but it was obvious that the ascetics on the Dharma field that day did not show their greatest strength.

Fan Xian knew that the strength of these ascetics was that they could perfectly assemble their individual strength into a whole, of course, this was not a group fight, or even the wonderful cooperation of the disciples of the Sword Lu. On the contrary, it is more like the fierce light condensed between the long knives of the tiger guards.

When these ascetics form a harmonious situation, no matter which ascetic Fan Xian has to face, it is equivalent to facing them as a whole.

But in Fan Xian's eyes, the invisible qi wall in front of him was as clear as a wall of white mist of different thicknesses, and he didn't think about any consequences at all. It directly condensed all the true elements in the body, and directly struck out with a domineering momentum, and the location of the blow was the thickest part of the qi wall.

With the strongest against the strongest, Fan Xian didn't pay attention to the palm shadows flying in the sky at all. He knew that with his current strength. When this punch is struck, the opponent must be condensed into one place. can compete, this is probably the rare strong momentum that the strong have cultivated after going through a lot.

Sure enough, Fan Xian punched out violently towards the wall of qi, and the palm prints in the sky suddenly disappeared, and the shadow of one palm and the shadow of the other quickly merged into one place, and dozens of palms finally merged into one palm, one crystal shiny palm.

The palm of the hand slammed into Fan Xian's tightly clenched fist.

The air in the Qing Temple seemed to be deformed with this impact, and the subtle autumn rain was shocked and flew out, and there were no raindrops to drip on a large area of bluestone lawn, and the whole air was filled with the smell of dry and killing ground!

After a loud bang, the lichen on Fan Xian's right shoulder shattered and flew up like a butterfly, revealing his trembling right arm.

And the ascetic he was facing was surprisingly red and bright, and he had two arms on his shoulders.

More than a dozen ascetics were constantly instilling true qi into his body along this air bridge, helping him resist Fan Xian's extremely domineering punch.

Fan Xian's face was pale, and the true qi in his body spewed out violently, but he still couldn't break the other party's encirclement, and the true qi transmitted from the other party's palm was endless, like a wave, the momentum was compelling, and it was extremely turbulent, giving people a feeling that it was difficult to resist.

With a bang, the ascetic who was facing Fan Xian spit out a mouthful of blood, dripping down his clothes, but the ascetic's face became redder and brighter, and there was no trace of exhaustion at all, or he couldn't bear the signs of the pound of true qi in his body, he just looked at Fan Xian in front of him with a hint of pity, as if he wanted to wait for the other party to admit defeat, so he would disperse and surrender.

Ascetics, walking in the most difficult places in the world, have cultivated physically and spiritually, and have indeed created extraordinary cultivation.

The defeat has appeared, but Fan Xian's pupils are still cold, without the slightest hint of panic, not even a desperate mood, just calm, he quietly looked at the ascetic who was close to him, staring at the other party's shining pupils, as if he wanted to see the color he was looking forward to from the other party's pupils.

Only Fan Xian himself knew that with just this punch and a palm, the meridians in his body had been shaken to an extremely unbearable situation, and the size of the two Zhou Tian was running rapidly. Desperately spitting out his true qi along his fist, but he was about to be unable to support it, especially at the lifeline of the snow-capped mountain around his waist, and he had begun to faintly heat up, which was a precursor to exhaustion.

After all, it is an injured and weak body, Fan Xian's biggest life is here, he has only been raised in Fan Mansion for a few days, and he has used force to kill people ruthlessly in these days, and his mood has not been smooth. It has not yet returned to its heyday.

Fortunately, he is a monster whose meridians are different from ordinary people, and he is more than ordinary people, so that he can weaken his body. For so long, if you are a thirteen lang or a begonia, I am afraid that it will not be better than him.

But Fan Xian was still not panicked and not desperate. He just looked coldly into the ascetic's dark eyes.

Finally, just when Fan Xian was about to lose his support, he intersected with Fan Xian's fists, and a miserable green color finally appeared in the eyes of the ascetic who was close at hand.

A pale of green that is completely discordant with the natural human eye.

Then two streaks of black blood slowly flowed out of the ascetic's nostrils.

All the ascetics around Fan Xian didn't notice this, they just sat cross-legged around, bowing their heads and meditating, constantly urging the tenacious true qi in their bodies.

The ascetic who was bleeding black blood had a hint of realization in his miserable green eyes, and after glancing at Fan Xian, he finally understood why the young man in front of him was willing to listen to his people's pleas in the rain before. It turned out that the other party ...... It's just that this autumn rain is sprinkling those toxins!

This ascetic finally remembered Fan Xian's true teacher, and the other party was the closed disciple of that old poison!

The ascetic felt his internal organs gnawing like insects and ants, his throat began to ache, the corners of his eyes began to tingle, and he knew that the poison in his body was beginning to kick in. If you stop at this time, you must be able to use the true qi in your body to suppress these toxins, however......

Colorless, tasteless, and insoluble in water, poisonous powder cannot be too terrifying—this is an innate truth in nature, and it is also a common sense that everyone in martial arts practitioners knows. The ascetics are also well aware of this. So he didn't worry about his junior brothers, except for his own confrontation with Fan Xian. Therefore, in addition to the fastest poison, the rest of the senior brothers should be able to support it for a longer time. The ascetic didn't want Fan Xian to leave, because he had already discovered that Fan Xian was about to lose his support.

A hint of peace flashed in his miserable green eyes, a hint of determination, and with a muffled snort, he completely abandoned the protection of his state of mind, let go of all his meridians, and let the true qi infused in both sides surge, but pushed along his arm towards Fan Xian's naked right arm!

He is willing to exchange his death for Fan Xian's death and the celebration of the country for thousands of generations.

However, Fan Xian was unwilling, his eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, knowing that the other party forcibly urged the true qi, the toxin entered his heart, and he could not be saved, but he sank the true qi into the lower plate, his right shoulder was slightly loosened, and he used the power of a large coffin, ready to use one right arm in exchange for the death of the other party's eyes, and then escape.

In the face of this critical situation, Fan Xian has the perseverance and courage to survive with a broken arm.

However, in addition to Fan Xian, there are other people in this world who are unwilling to watch Fan Xian die. The chilling circle in the autumn rain, after rolling in the air, was a little closer to the main gate of the Qing Temple, and at this most dangerous juncture, the two words on the horizontal plaque behind the main gate of the Qing Temple suddenly dimmed.

It's not that the sky is dark, it's not that the two little golden characters suddenly rust, but a shadow floats up, covering up a little brilliance of the two words Qingmiao.

The shadow pierced through the rain in an instant, and floated behind the ascetic who was directly opposite Fan Xian without hindrance, and the shadow spread out wonderfully behind the man's neck, giving birth to limbs and a sword.

With a snort, the tip of the sword stabbed into the ascetic's neck like a venomous snake, piercing directly through the cartilage of his throat, and the sharp blade had already severed the dervisor's tracheoesophageal blood vessels......

The ascetic snapped, did not make any sound, just stared at Fan Xian in front of him, the miserable green in his eyes was very thick, but the pupils did not shrink, as if he wanted to kill Fan Xian in front of him with his gaze.

At the same time that the shadow gave birth to a sword, Fan Xian's left hand, which had been empty but weak, was raised with difficulty, and his fingertips were slightly picked. The crossbow burst out of its sleeve and plunged deep into the ascetic's left eye, splashing a splash of blood.

This ascetic condensed the lifelong cultivation of more than a dozen ascetics in the field, how strong and powerful, but being possessed by such two extremely ruthless killing moves at the same time, he still paused after all.

It was at this moment that Fan Xian's left arm twisted strangely, his shoulder shook and flicked, and the coffin came out again. It slammed into the tail end of the sleeve crossbow, smashing it deep into the ascetic's brain, and the tip of the crossbow went deep. Cut off his chances of life.

With a snort, the rain was chaotic, and the ascetic who had sacrificed his life for mercy lowered his palms in a dejected manner.

Fan Xian turned his fist into a palm and flicked it above his head. The whole person floated up, grabbed the shadow clothes with his left hand, cut through the rain and sky as fast as he could, and left the Qingmiao in an instant.

From the dimming of the two small golden characters on the plaque behind the main entrance of the Qing Temple, to the shadow out of the sword, and then to Fan Xian's escape from the temple of harmony, it was just a blink of an eye, and the shadow sword was ruthless and castrated, but Fan Xian did not let his sword momentum enter the realm of harmony again, and forcibly went against the trend. Hand in hand with him.

At this time, the ascetics who were sitting in the rain realized that things had changed, and the ascetic in the middle of the harmony had his palm hanging down, and there was no way to confide, but he was still passively accepting the indoctrination of his brothers. The body shook twice on the rain, and then fell silently.

was pierced through the neck by the shadow, pierced into the brain by Fan Xian's sleeve crossbow, the toxin had already entered the heart, and finally it was eaten by the momentum of harmony. The ascetic undoubtedly died. Dead land can no longer die.

The rain is already heavy and it's messy. Striking the ascetics indiscriminately, they looked at the corpse of their companion in silence, and after a moment of silence, they quickly jumped out of the temple and chased after the two figures who were about to disappear into the distance of the alley.

I don't know if they will reflect on it, if the will of the temple is really the will of heaven, then why did their people put in so much effort, and even were willing to sacrifice their lives, but there was no way to kill Fan Xian?

In the heavy autumn rain, Fan Xian and the shadow are like two gray shadows, in the rain, under the eaves, in the dim sky, in the lonely streets and alleys. However, it didn't take long for Fan Xian to sense that the very obvious aura in the rear had caught up.

Kyoto Keiji Temple is three miles away, and it is a very quiet place on weekdays, and there are no pedestrians passing by, and there are no houses around to use. Today is another heavy rainy day, and there are no pedestrians on the street who are hiding from the rain, which has brought great inconvenience to Fan Xian's escape for his life.

Fan Xian's pale face was covered with rain, and he glanced sideways at the middle-aged man beside him, but he didn't see any expression on the other party's face. Fan Xian knew that he still underestimated those fanatical martyrs after all, and also underestimated the strength of the Shinto that had stretched on this continent for thousands of years.

In the past years, maybe it was because Master Kuhe and Northern Qitian had robbed them of their style, maybe the ascetics in Qingmiao were not very conspicuous, and they only liked to preach in the most remote places, or maybe the two sacrifices in Qingmiao did not give people a strong feeling, so Fan Xian never put Qingmiao in his eyes.

However, today proved that this was an extremely powerful enemy, and Fan Xian even began to wonder if the sword formation that the tiger guards were accustomed to dealing with the Nine Rank powerhouses was born from the wonderful combined attack technique of Qingmiao.

Of course, if today's Fan Xian was still in the peak state of Fan Xian, he would not have become so embarrassed, especially this ability to escape lightly, he was born in the Supervision Yuan and the shadow of the number one assassin in the world, he would not take those ascetics who came after him in his eyes at all.

In normal times, he might have hidden his traces with the shadows, and instead carried out the most eerie ambush and sniping on these ascetics.

However, not today, because of the thousand-mile travel, the sorrow in his heart, the hardships and consumption of the past few days, and the serious injuries he suffered on the Zhengyangmen city wall and the Dharma field, Fan Xian's state has fallen to the bottom, especially the previous hard resistance with more than a dozen ascetics, which made him no longer have the strength to fight in World War.

The shadow beside him had an indifferent expression and looked the same, but after years of cooperation and closeness, Fan Xian clearly found that the injuries on the shadow's body were also very serious, even more serious than himself.

Fan Xian knew why, the shadow had only been injured once, but that injury was stabbed by the Sigu sword.

Knowing the news of Chen Pingping's death, how the shadow would react, Fan Xian could clearly guess that he was obviously in Dongyi City, but he returned to Kyoto at about the same time as Wang Qinian, and the number one assassin in the world returned faster than Wang Qinian, and maybe even faster than Fan Xian that day.

With such a rush, the shadow's injury must have become even more serious. Fan Xian glanced sideways at the shadow, but didn't say anything.

"The front is separated. The shadow opened his mouth in a snarling voice, with a very strange smell, and it seemed that the assassin also knew that the situation between the two of them could not be worse, and that they had to divert the pursuers separately.

Fan Xian nodded, knowing that if they were separated at this time, the two would naturally meet again soon.

At that corner of the street, the shadow crept through a small alley, and in a few moments he would become a miserable merchant hiding from the rain under the eaves.

However, he said something indifferently before leaving, which made Fan Xian's heart sink for a while, and his mouth began to feel bitter.

"When are you going to kill him, call me. ”

Because of the impact of this sentence on his mind, Fan Xian ran farther than planned, and the ascetics behind him came up from a distance, but Fan Xian didn't have any worries, he passed through an alley, and came to the intersection of Dongchuan Road, and entered in the main hall of the bookstore, and when he came out of the back door, he had become a reader with an umbrella.

He came to the door of Taixue and saw hundreds of umbrellas, thousands of umbrellas, and the Taixue students with refreshing and sunny faces under the umbrellas.