The man in black is a shadow, a shadow, of course.

He and Fan Xian quietly entered Dongyi City, and after arranging a matter with the subordinates of the Supervision Yuan, they disappeared. When Fan Xian broke into the Sword House, he was not there, because Fan Xian knew what the six leaders of the Supervision Yuan would do once he saw the sword around.

And suddenly, a shadow appeared in the city lord's mansion, behind the city lord's corpse.

Si Gu Jian slaughtered the city lord's mansion again tonight, I don't know how many people he killed, but no matter whether a person is alive or dead, as long as his physical body exists, there will always be yīn shadows under the sun, and the shadows are hidden in these yīn shadows.

Being able to hide the perception of a great grandmaster, being able to appear in front of the three of them so abruptly, can capture the most vulnerable moment of the Sigu Sword. Shadow, the most powerful assassin in the world, there is no doubt that today's cultivation has been promoted to the peak state of his life.

Si Gu Jian coughed in a wheelchair, coughing up blood, trembling all over, his body shrunk, and his face pale. Slashed seven people with one sword, so that the great grandmaster, who had been dragged on for nearly three years after being seriously injured, also felt a little tired, but what consumed his mental strength the most was Fan Xian's hands behind the wheelchair, which were infused with domineering true qi.

From the beginning of stepping into the city lord's mansion, Fan Xian's mind was contrary to the Sigu Sword, and the Sigu Sword was extremely strong and arrogant, forcibly suppressing Fan Xian's thoughts, but now Fan Xian is a strong man on the ninth grade after all, and in addition to killing people with Sigu Sword, he also has to invest his mind on his body and control his mind, which takes too long, and he is inevitably a little weak.

Of course, the most important thing is the injury left on Dadong Mountain three years ago, Ye Liuyun's claw like a dragon in the clouds, Emperor Qingguo's earth-shattering royal road killing fist, so that the great master of Sigu Jian was seriously injured, and he has been breathing until now, and it has reached the time when the oil is exhausted.

The shadow chose to strike at this moment, and he chose the most extraordinary moment.

In his hand was an ancient sword, cold as autumn water, the sword light illuminated the entire city lord's mansion in an instant, and the stone steps were as crystal as if they had turned into jade in the next moment.

The shadow's toes stepped on these jade-like stone steps, and with a single touch, with each point, his person seemed to light up a little.

There were occasionally a few green and fallen leaves in the house, and they flew up at this time, accompanied by the sword in his hand that was sad in the autumn wind and autumn rain, adding a bit of slaughter.

Kill.

The ancient sword in the shadow's hand stabbed into the chest of the sword in the wheelchair. This sword is extremely simple, there is no change of move, there is no momentum, not even a trace of trembling, in the high-speed stabbing process, the bright sword body has no waves, and it is extremely smooth and stabbed.

Just bending the elbow, just flat the wrist, just stabbing out, just the simplest sword in this world.

Because it's simple, it's focused, it's powerful.

The shadow doesn't need to gather momentum, because this sword he has been waiting for for more than twenty years, he has been storing it for more than twenty years.

It was too fast, and when the green leaves floated up, I was stunned to find that I had fallen behind the man in black. The air in the City Lord's Mansion was almost there, and after this ancient sword cut his body, he didn't have time to deform and let out a whistling wind.

Because of the fast, the surrounding environment didn't have time to make any changes, the courtyard was still so quiet, the only thing that changed, only the position of the shadow, the tip of his foot on the jade step, the light on his body, the front end of the light, the sword with the most light.

At this time, the tip of the sword was only a foot away from the chest of the Sigu Sword, and the wind and thunder swords.

............ Fan Xian only had time to shrink his pupils in such a short period of time, he knew the sword in the shadow hand, when he assassinated the emperor on the hanging temple, the shadow held this sword in his hand.

Fan Xian even felt familiar with the shadow's wind and thunder sword, because outside the hanging temple, under the tall building, lined with golden chrysanthemums all over the mountains, the shadow once wore a white coat, jumped out of the sun, and stabbed the emperor's face.

The shadow of the rì was dressed in white, like a fairy in the sky, shining brightly, with the ancient sword in his hand, floating away.

Today's shadow is dressed in black, still the ancient sword, and the brilliance on his body is still blooming, but with a ghostly chill from the deepest part of the earth, like a resentful soul that has been imprisoned for tens of thousands of years, and wants to release all grievances with this sword.

Fan Xian's hand was still holding the little emperor's waist, his pupils shrunk, but his body didn't have time to make any movements, and his heart was horrified. Stepping on the stone steps, this sword that came from Yue Qingye was so unstoppable, so fast, so fast that he couldn't even react at all, and even faintly broke through the time limit!

Shadow is the most powerful assassin in the world, is the closest night protector of the two masters of the Supervision Yuan, since escaping from Dongyi City, has been immersed in the dark, never walked under the sun, even if the last time in the Hanging Temple stabbed, that seemingly glorious sword, in fact, there is still caution and caution, a blow missed, immediately withdrew.

And today's shadow is completely different from the usual shadow, his whole person seems to be immersed in darkness and negative feelings, but this sword is extremely open, and decades of cultivation are all condensed in this sword, leaving no way back for himself, any way back!

He just wanted to move forward, and with supreme courage and obsession, he chose to move forward, just to send this sword into the chest of the Sigu sword. In this moment, the shadow is no longer an assassin, he is a swordsman, a vengeful swordsman, a swordsman worthy of respect and admiration.

............ The wind and thunder sword, softer than the wind, more traceless, faster, more dazzling than thunder, more shocking, this is the strongest sword that the shadow can cast, whether it is Fan Xian, Begonia or who, sitting in a wheelchair at this time, suddenly facing this sword, I am afraid that I can't escape.

Because this is the first sword that Shadow has really stabbed out in the past twenty years, it is a sword that has been practiced countless times with the long river of time and the ghostly feelings of resentment.

Even at the last moment when the tip of the sword broke through the air, it was faintly reached another level, just like when Si Gu Jian taught Fan Xian before, only if he was in touch with his heart, he could do so.

Nothing is faster than the human mind, and no one is more resolute, darker, and brighter than the mind of the shadow at this time.

The darkness lies in hatred and complicated feelings, and the light lies in the determination to ignore a qiē.

Fan Xian's muscles were tense all over his body, and the domineering true qi in his body was running rapidly, and as soon as his mind reflected, he was about to flee from here with the little emperor, but in front of such a sword, he didn't have time to react.

Look around at the sword energy.

Although he has run out of oil, although he has been seriously injured for three years, and although he has slaughtered the City Lord's Mansion and consumed a lot of energy, he is still a great grandmaster, a great grandmaster who cannot be judged by common sense.

It's just that the expression of Si Gu Jian is different from any other time, his face is extremely pale, his eyes are extremely bright, and the right half of his broken cheek is like an ugly and terrifying god at this moment, exuding awe-inspiring power.

Even the Great Grandmaster would not despise such a sword, but the Great Grandmaster was unable to move, and only one hand was left, and the only thing he could move seemed to be this hand.

So he moved his hand, raised his left arm, spread his middle index finger four inches in front of his chest, and then stopped.

He caught the Wind Thunder Sword between his two fingers.

Then his face became paler, his eyes brighter, and his expression more solemn, for the sword between his fingers was still advancing forward.

The shadow is like the shadow of the sword, clinging to the wheelchair, screaming wildly, like crazy, like crazy, like crying, like joy, like anger, stepping on the road of fleeing twenty years ago, holding the pain of the family mourning and the death of both parents, and stabbing down fiercely!

With a pop, the ancient sword, which was as cold as autumn water, rubbed the protruding knuckles of the joints of the Sigu Sword, making a squeaking sound, with a palpitating burnt taste, and broke through the finger sword of the Sigu Sword with great force, and pierced into the chest of the Sigu Sword!

The tip of the sword entered the body of the great master only two inches, and he could no longer move, because the eyes of the sword were already bright to the extreme, as if two stars were radiating light, hitting the shadow's equally pale face, and his fingers were like two mountains, holding the shadow's wind and thunder sword between the mountains and rocks, and he could no longer move an inch.

There was a momentary pause.

The pale-faced Fan Xian snorted, grabbed the waist of the little emperor beside him, flew diagonally like a big bird, broke away from the back of the wheelchair, cut through the sky, and floated under the green tree next to the mansion.

If he had remained in a wheelchair, he might have only been injured, but the little emperor would definitely have died of a broken heart under the dual attack of the sword and the shadow.

Floating under the green tree, Fan Xian forced his head back in the air with a pale face, and then saw a scene that made him thrilling and unforgettable.

............ Si Gu Jian's face is extremely pale, and the face of the shadow is also extremely pale, this pair of brothers, since the rainy night in Dongyi City, have never seen each other again, but at this time they are tightly together, the cold face reflects each other, it is not interesting, it is just chilling, their bodies are very close, just in the middle...... Separated by a sword.

Looking around at the top of the sword's chest, a puddle of blood came out of the tip of the sword, and he stubbornly wanted to burrow into it. However, the great master didn't seem to feel anything at all, just looked at the shadow with those bright and somewhat terrifying old eyes, and the two fingers of his left hand held the sword steadily and terrifyingly.

Will, mind, just a glance, in an instant, in the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, the air suddenly changed, as if countless wind blades were born out of nowhere, cutting the air, making a sneering sound, coming from all directions, along a wonderful, invisible trajectory, slashing towards the center.

Slashed at the Shadow's body.

The shadow was still wearing the special lotus clothes of the Supervision Institute, this kind of clothing was a product that had been developed in three places for many years, but under the attack of these heavenly sword qi, it still only resisted for a moment, and then it began to break fragilely, opening small openings one after another, and the clothing material was turned over, like a baby's mouth.

Countless cuts, in an instant, appeared on the shadow's body, and began to seep blood.

And the real counterattack of the Sigu Sword was not outside the body, but in the body of the shadow, the powerful indifferent blood-devouring sword intent, with this finger, this eye, mercilessly escaped into the body of the shadow, making his internal organs vibrate at the same time at this moment, blood seeped out of his body, down his lips, gurgling out.

On the pale face of the shadow, the blood kept dripping out of the lips, whether it was flowing or not, and it seemed that there was never a moment of stopping.

And the shadow didn't have a trace of fear, he laughed instead, a bitter smile on his pale ordinary face, and the laughter resounded around the City Lord's Mansion, and the laughter was carried by crazy crying.

"Ahh

The shadow howled frantically, like a mad beast weeping because of some pain, and he sent all the true qi of his body to the sword in his hand, not caring at all about the pain he suffered on his body, only about the distance between the tip of the sword and the heart of the sword.

A powerful air wave exploded between the two people, and the green leaves around the shocked wheelchair shattered into strands and turned into nothing!

The wheelchair is not a human leg after all, and with the full explosion of the shadow, the wheelchair quickly fell backwards, faster and faster, and the sword between the fingers of the sword was also probing towards his body at an extremely slow speed.

Si Gu Jian's face became paler and paler, his eyes became brighter and brighter, the face of the shadow became paler and paler, the blood flowing out of his lips became faster and faster, and a bloody path flowed out of the ground!

What Fan Xian saw was this scene, two pale people, one vomiting blood, the other silent, engaged in the craziest and calmest fight. His hands couldn't help but tremble, he didn't like the Sigu Sword, of course he should help the shadow, but if he wanted to make a move, he had already made a move behind the Sigu Sword before, with the mutilated body of the Sigu Sword now, Fan Xian and the two strong men of the Shadow, burst out at the same time, I am afraid that there is really a possibility of success.

The shadow will not be as bitter, so sad, and so painful as it is now!

However, Fan Xian didn't make a move, just trembling and looking at this scene indifferently, which had nothing to do with the agreement between Nanqing and Dongyi City, and had nothing to do with the love between Sigu Jian and his mother, Uncle Wuzhu, and Mr. Fei Jie.

He promised to create a chance for Shadow to take revenge, but he would not participate in the process of Shadow's revenge, although he didn't know what kind of past stories and secrets there were many years ago, the tragedy of the destruction of the City Lord's Mansion in Dongyi City, but he respected Shadow.

Shadow is a proud swordsman, at least for now, he is not facing his brother as an assassin, the pride of Dongyi City, the eternal fear and pain in Shadow's heart.

If Fan Xian made a move at this time, the shadow would not agree. Fan Xian understood this very well, so he chose to watch from the sidelines, trembling on the sidelines.

............ With a click, the wheelchair finally retreated to the back of the courtyard, and under the stone steps on the other side, there was no way back. With such a high-speed collision, the wheelchair was suddenly broken into countless pieces of wood, covered with bloody shadows, and the madness in his eyes was great, and he finally handed the sword in his hand forward by another inch.

For this inch of distance, the shadow paid a great price.

Si Gu Jian's lips trembled, and he laughed in a strange hoarse voice, and in the midst of the laughter, he sat down at the foot of the stone steps, and with two fingers, the sword stuck in his chest snapped and broke!

The shadow didn't smile, the tip of the sword was broken in the chest of Sigu Jian, and he still held half of the remnant sword in his hand, and there didn't seem to be any pause at all for castration, and the half-cut remnant sword was naturally incomparable, along the trembling tip of the sword standing on the chest of Sigu Sword, and inserted it again, deeply inserting into Sigu Jian's chest.

From appearing behind the corpse of the city lord, to stepping down the steps, from stabbing the chest of the sword, to retreating ten zhang at the wheelchair, until the last remnant sword stabbed, the shadow of the glorious wind and thunder sword, in fact, there is only one sword in total, and it has not been broken, and the sword intent has continued to this day, the only sword.

Because in this life, the shadow can only have one chance to use such a sword.

The remnant sword was not sharp and smashed into the chest of the sword, it was not smooth, but on the contrary, there was an astringent feeling, as if it was cutting flesh and blood, it hurt, it hurt.

The shadow seemed to feel the pain of the other party, because he himself was in pain, trembling in pain, bowing his head, stabbing and splitting in silence.

Cutting off the past, the past of more than 20 years ago. In an instant, the shadow seemed to see a lot of things, and saw that many years ago, that idiot brother secretly built a small grass hut on a wasteland on the outskirts of the city, and then proudly said that this would be the martial arts holy land in the world in the future.

As a child, he looked at the broken grass house with some disdain. Looking at the blind man and the woman who occasionally entered the grass house, and then one day, the child became interested in the sword, and the idiot brother said very seriously, do you want to learn? I can teach you if you want to learn.

Learning a sword is a very bitter and boring thing, and the two brothers in the grass house have become fools in the eyes of everyone, and they all say that the city lord's mansion doesn't know if it offended the temple, and there are two idiots. The brothers and sisters in the house, no one paid attention to these two idiots, maybe there was something terrible at the time, but they didn't know that they were just children.

And then came that night, and all the people died, and the one he hated died, and the one he loved died, and his cat and dog died, and his brothers and sisters, and his uncle, died...... The parents who loved him are also dead!

Not a single person survived.

Only he stood tremblingly behind the curtain in the mansion, looking at the blood-dripping sword in the hands of the idiot big brother, looking at the expressionless eyes, and began to feel frightened, because he was sure that if he didn't leave, this idiot big brother would definitely kill himself.

It may have been the night when Si Gu Jian really became a great grandmaster, and it was also the night when the youngest man in the City Lord's Mansion began to flee. Since that night, the shadow has become a shadow, and can only live in the dark forever, never seeing a ray of sunshine again.

Because his chest was full of anger, hatred, resentment, and fear. He didn't dare to sleep at night, because every time he fell asleep at night, he always seemed to see those expressionless eyes.

So Shadow's face grew paler and paler, and he knew that if he couldn't kill that person, he would have to spend his life in darkness. That person became the Sword Saint and became the master of Dongyi City, and whenever he heard these news, he would feel that he would always be the little child covered in blood and trembling and afraid to speak.

Many years later, a sword that had been accumulated for twenty years of resentment and revenge and fear finally pierced that person's body, and this sword Ling Ran traveled through twenty years of time, with incomparably complicated feelings, and finally tasted the taste of that person's blood. But the shadow was not completely freed, and he was still trembling because he found that he still had so much blood on his body.

Because Sigu Sword is not dead yet.

............ Sigu Jian's body is also full of blood, but he doesn't know which ones are his own and which ones are his brothers', and the blood of brothers can often be exchanged with each other, but it shouldn't be the appearance of the current scene of exchange.

The clothes on the two people were torn into countless pieces by the sword qi that was crisscrossing the mansion at this moment, and the wolf bèi hung on his body unbearably. Si Gu Jian's eyes drooped slightly, as if he was about to open them, but his thin body, like a shadow, began to tremble sharply.

Si Gu Jian grabbed the half of the tip of the sword between his fingers, pulled it out like lightning, and slashed at the neck of the shadow.

The shadow didn't dodge, and his left hand pointed at the sword, stabbing into the bloody hole that was revealed after half of the tip of the sword was emptied.

Life for life, never die.

With a muffled snap, the bodies of the two people separated sharply, and the shadow was like a stone, which was shaken up all the way to smoke and dust, and quickly swept back along the bloody road, slamming into the stone steps, vomiting blood, and gasping for breath.

Si Gu Jian Ji sat under the stone steps on the other side, with a half-broken sword standing on his chest, but the tip of the half-cut sword was between his fingers, he looked indifferently at the shadow under the stone steps opposite, and a stream of blood slowly flowed down from his lips.

In the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, there was a terrifying silence.

Fan Xian and the little emperor stood far away under the green tree, looking at the scene of brothers killing each other with pale faces. The little emperor didn't know who the man in black was, but at least he could see that the other party's strength was extremely strong, otherwise it would not have been possible to hold on to the Sigu Sword for so long.

However, Fan Xian knew that after all, the shadow was defeated, although the Sigu Sword had reached the moment when the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry, but the great grandmaster was the great grandmaster, as long as there was still a breath left, he could still proudly stand on the peak of personal strength in the world, although he was blown by the mountain wind, and there was always a risk of falling into the world, but in the end he still stood firm.

However, the shadow should be proud, Fan Xian's eyes were slightly moist, and he was also proud of him in his heart, a strong man on the ninth grade, seemingly powerful, but being able to injure a great grandmaster into this kind of wolf appearance in a one-on-one head-to-head duel is really a super-level performance.

And at that last moment, Sigu Jian had already used the realm of the Great Grandmaster and his strong will to control the situation, and he could obviously kill the shadow, why didn't he do this? Do you have pity for your brother? Fan Xian didn't believe that this blood-devouring and killing Great Grandmaster would have such a feeling of being too warm.

After a long silence in the field, Si Gu Jian suddenly asked in a hoarse voice, "If you count it seriously, you should be the first disciple of the Sword Mansion." ”

The shadow lay in a pool of blood, not answering, just looking at him mercilessly and unconsciously. Si Gu Jian coughed and said, "You can use a sword like today, which is enough to be proud." ”

After a while, the shadow suddenly spoke, "Why...... Yes. ”

Why did Sigu Jianhui go crazy that year, slaughter all directions, slaughter all relatives, and even his own biological father and his younger brother refused to let go. I don't know how many years this question has been lingering in the shadow's heart, but in today's scenario, he finally asked it.

Si Gu Jian knew what he was asking, and Fan Xian also knew, but Si Gu Jian didn't answer this question at all, just said indifferently: "Whoever stops in front of me must die...... You followed us for a day, and you watched it for a day, and I thought that you could use that sword, it should be that you understood something, but I didn't expect that you would ask such a childish question......"

"Little brother, you are really disappointed in me. ”

As soon as these words came out, Fan Xian's heart was shocked, it turned out that Sigu Jian had already noticed that the shadow had been following him! This teaching of Sigu Jian to himself was not only aimed at himself, but also hoped that the shadow who was secretly peeping could feel something from it!

The shadow was also silent, those ordinary eyes stared at the Sigu Sword under the stone steps in the distance like a beast, without saying a word, the tragedy of the past and today's words, he didn't need to tell what he should believe, he just needed to confirm what he believed.

Fan Xian followed the shadow's gaze and saw the terrifying big wound on the chest and abdomen of the sword, a blurred piece of flesh and blood, with a faint blue light on it, like some kind of toxin, but it was extremely strange to maintain the last breath of the piece that should have rotted to death.

This is the punch that Emperor Qing gave to Sigu Jian on Dadong Mountain, Sigu Jian should have died a long time ago, but he was able to survive until now, there must be hidden secrets in it, especially the terrifying wound in the chest and abdomen.

Si Gu Jian indifferently covered the wound on his abdomen with his last clothes, glanced at the shadow, then at Fan Xian, and said the last sentence: "The sword is a murder weapon, and non-saints can't use it." ”

Fan Xian was silent, and he immediately understood the meaning of the words "Sigu Sword" - the sword is a murder weapon, and it cannot be used by non-saints, but saints ...... It was meant to be ruthless.

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