The clothed man is a shadow, of course a shadow.

He and Fan Xian quietly entered Dongyi City, and after arranging all the reasons 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 the person is alive or dead, as long as his physical body exists, there will always be shadows under the sun, and shadows are hidden in these 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 his wheelchair, coughing up blood, trembling all over, his body shrunk slightly, and his face was 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 domineering, forcibly suppressing Fan Xian's thoughts, but now Fan Xian is a strong man in the nine grades 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 critical thing is that it was left on Dadong Mountain three years ago. Ye Liuyun poked out of the ground like a dragon in the clouds. Emperor Qingguo broke the world and killed the king. Let the great master of Sigu Sword be seriously injured. Breathing to this day. It's time to run out of oil and run out of lights.

The shadow chooses to strike at this moment. He chose a most Jedi moment.

In his hand was an ancient sword. It's as cold as autumn water. The sword light was in an instant. Illuminates the entire City Lord's Mansion. The stone steps were as crystal clear as jade in the next moment.

The shadow stepped on the jade-like stone steps on his toes, and tapped lightly. Every bit of it. The people of other places seem to be a little brighter.

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

Kill.

The ancient sword in the shadow hand. Stabbed into the chest of the wheelchair and looked at the sword. This sword is extremely simple. There are no tricks, no momentum. Not even a hint of trembling. In the process of spike at high speed. The bright sword body has no waves. Smooth to the extreme, stabbed through.

Just bend your elbows. Just flat wrists. Just stabbed out. It's just the simplest sword in this world.

Because of its simplicity. So focus. So powerful.

The shadow didn't need to gather momentum, because he had been waiting for this sword for more than twenty years. He has been saving for more than twenty years.

It's too fast. When the green leaves float up. Only to be stunned to find that they had all fallen behind the man in black. Come to the interior air of the City Lord's Mansion. After this ancient sword cut his own body. It's too late to deform. The wind whistled.

Because of the fast, the surrounding environment has not had time to make any changes, and the courtyard is still so quiet. The only thing that has changed. Only the shadow was where it was, and he stepped on the tip of the jade steps. The ground glows on him. Ray front. The sword that shines brightest.

At this time, the tip of the sword was only a foot away from the chest of the sword ground. Wind and thunder sword.

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Fan Xian in such a short period of time. I only had time to shrink my pupils a little. He knew the sword in Shadow's hand. When His Majesty the Emperor was assassinated on the Hanging Temple. The shadow holds the sword in his hand.

Fan Xian was even familiar with the wind and thunder sword of the shadow land. Because outside the hanging temple, under the tall buildings. Lined with golden chrysanthemums in the mountains and fields. The Shadow used to be dressed in white. Jumped out of the sun. Straight to the emperor's door.

The shadow of the sun and the earth was dressed in white. It's like a fairy in the sky. Shine brightly, plain ancient sword in hand. Floating.

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

Fan Xiandi's hand was still holding the little emperor's waist. His pupils shrank. His body didn't have time to make any movements, and his heart was terrified. Step stone steps. The more green leaves come to this sword. It's so unstoppable, so fast, so fast that you can't even react at all. Even faintly has broken through the time and place limit!

The Shadow is the most powerful assassin in the world. He is the most intimate protector of the night between the two masters of the Inspectorate, since he escaped from Dongyi City. He has been immersed in darkness and has never walked in the sun, even if he was stabbed in the Hanging Temple last time. In the seemingly glorious sword, in fact, it is still careless and cautious, and one hit misses. Evacuate immediately.

And today's shadow. It's not the same as usual. His whole person seemed to be immersed in darkness and negative emotions, but this sword was extremely bright and upright. Decades of cultivation have all been condensed in this sword, leaving no way back for himself, no way out!

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 four sword grounds. In this moment, Shadow is no longer an assassin, he is a swordsman, a vengeful swordsman, a swordsman worthy of respect and admiration.

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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 the shadow has really stabbed out in the past twenty years, it is a sword that has been practiced countless times with the river of time and 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 had taught Fan Xian before. Only with the heart. That's how it works.

Nothing is faster than the human mind. No one is more determined than the Shadow's mind at this time. More gloomy. brighter.

The darkness lies in hatred and complex emotions. The light lies in determination against all odds.

Fan Xian's muscles tightened up and down. The domineering true qi in the body runs fast. Just wait for the first time when the mind is reflected. He was going to flee with the little emperor. However, in front of such a sword. He didn't have time to react.

Look around at the sword energy.

Although he had run out of oil, he had been seriously injured for three years. Although he slaughtered the city lord's mansion today. It's a lot of energy, but he's still a great master. You can't use common sense to judge the great masters.

It's just that the expression of the sword is different from any other time. His face was extremely pale. His eyes were extremely bright. The right half of his cheek shattered to the ground, like an ugly and terrifying god at this moment. Exudes awe-inspiring majesty.

Even the Great Grandmaster would not despise such a sword. But the Grand Master had limited mobility. There was only one hand left. The only thing he seemed to be able to move was this hand.

So look around and start with the sword. Raise your left arm. Spread your index finger four inches in front of your chest. Then live together.

He caught the wind thunder with two fingers

Then his face turned even paler. Brighter eyes. The expression was even more solemn, because the sword between the two fingers was still rushing forward.

Ahh Tightly clinging to the wheelchair. A wild scream, like madness. is crazy, crying, complaining, joyful and angry, stepping on the road of fleeing twenty years ago. Holding the family in mourning. The pain of the death of both parents. Pierced hard!

Poof. The ancient sword, which was as cold as autumn water, rubbed against the knuckles of the joints of the sword, making a squeaking sound. With a heart-palpitating, burnt taste. It was extremely strong and broke through the finger sword of the Sigu Sword. Pierced into the chest of the four sword grounds!

The tip of the sword entered the Great Grandmaster's body only two inches, and he couldn't move anymore. Because the eyes of the four swords were already shining to the extreme, as if two stars were radiating their light, hitting the shadow's equally pale face. And his fingers are like two mountains, slashing the shadow's wind and thunder. Caught between the mountains and rocks, he could no longer move an inch.

There was a momentary pause.

With a pale face, Fan snorted, grabbed the waist of the little emperor beside him, flew up 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 forcibly turned his head in the air with a pale face, and then saw a scene that made him thrilling and unforgettable.

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Si Gu Jian's face was extremely pale, and the shadow face was also extremely pale, this pair of brothers, since the rainy night in Dongyi City, had never seen each other again, but at this time they were close together, the cold faces reflected each other, it was not interesting, it was just chilling, their bodies were very close to the ground, but 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. But this great grandmaster 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 strange, invisible trajectory, slashing towards the center.

Slashed at the shadow ground.

The shadow was still wearing the special lotus clothes of the Supervision Yuan, this kind of clothing was developed by the three places for many years before it was obtained, but under the invasion of these heavenly sword qi, it still only resisted for a moment, and then it began to break fragily, opening small openings one after another, and the clothing material was turned over, like a baby's mouth.

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

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

On the pale face of the shadow, blood kept dripping from his lips, whether it was dripping or not. It seems like there is never a moment of rest.

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

"Ahh

The shadow howled frantically. It was like a mad beast crying out of some pain, and he sent all the true qi of his body to the earth sword in his hand. He didn't care about the pain he suffered on his body and skin, he only cared about the distance between the tip of the sword and the heart of the sword.

A powerful wave of air exploded between the two men. The green leaves around the wheelchair shattered into silk and turned into nothing!

After all, the wheelchair is not a human legs, and it explodes in full force with the shadow. The wheelchair quickly reverses backwards. It's getting faster and faster. And the fingers of the sword were on the ground. And at a very slow pace. Towards his body.

Si Gu Jiandi's face became paler and paler, and his eyes became brighter and brighter. Shadow's face grew paler, and blood flowed from his lips faster. There was a bloody trail on the ground!

What Fan Xian saw was this scene. Two pale men, one vomiting blood. One was silent. The craziest is carried out. It is also the calmest fight. His hands trembled. He didn't like to look around at the sword, and he should help Shadow of course, just if he wanted to make a move. Previously behind the four sword grounds. He had already made a move, and he was now mutilated with a sword. Fan Xian and Shadow, the two strong men, burst out at the same time, but I am afraid that there is really a possibility of success.

The shadow will not be as bitter and sad as it is now. It hurts so much!

However, Fan Xian never made a move. Just trembling. Watching this scene indifferently. This has nothing to do with the agreement between Nanqing and Dongyi City, and has nothing to do with the relationship between Sigu Jian and his mother, Uncle Wuzhu, and Mr. Fei Jie.

He promises to create a chance for Shadow's revenge, but he won't get involved in the Shadow's revenge lands. Although he did not know many years ago. The tragedy of the destruction of the city lord's mansion of Dongyi City. What kind of past stories and secrets, but he respects the shadow.

Shadow is a proud swordsman. At least today, he is not facing his brother, the pride of Dongyi City, as an assassin. The shadow is forever in fear and pain.

If Fan Xian made a move at this time, the shadow would not agree. Fan Xian understands this very well. So he chose to be a bystander, trembling on the sidelines.

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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 ground sword in his hand forward by another inch.

For this 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 the force of his fingers, the sword inserted in his chest snapped and broke!

The shadow didn't smile, the tip of the sword was broken in the chest of Sigu Jian, he still held half of the remnant sword in his hand, and there seemed to be no pause at all for castration, and the half of the remnant sword was naturally incomparable, along the trembling tip of the sword standing on the chest of Sigu Sword, and inserted it again, deeply into Sigu Sword'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 was on a wasteland on the outskirts of the city, secretly

set up a small grass house, and then proudly said that this place will be 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 does not know if it has offended the temple. There were two idiots. Brothers and sisters in Furidi. No one paid any attention to these two idiots. Maybe there was something terrible at the time. But I don't know. I'm just a kid.

And then came the night. All the earthlings died, the little child hated the earth, the lovers died, the cats and dogs he kept died, his brothers and sisters. Uncle is dead...... 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 brother. Look at those expressionless eyes. Started to feel scared. Because he is convinced. If he doesn't leave, this idiot big brother will 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. From that night onwards, shadows became shadows. Forever can only live in the dark. Never saw a ray of sunshine again.

for his bosom is full of anger, hatred, and resentment. And the 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 the shadow's face became paler and paler. He knew that if he couldn't kill that person, he would have to spend his life in the dark. That man became a Juggernaut. became the master of Dongyi City, 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. Twenty years of accumulated resentment, vengeance, and fear with a sword. Finally stabbed into the man's body. This sword Ling Ran has traveled through twenty years of time, with extremely complex emotions. At last I tasted the man'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.

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Looking around, the sword and the ground were also covered in blood. It's just not known which ones are his own and which ones are his brother's. Brothers' blood can often be exchanged with each other, but it should not be the current scene of exchange.

The clothes on the two people were swept across the house at this moment. Torn into countless pieces. Hung on his body in embarrassment. Looking around, the sword's eyes drooped slightly. It seemed that he was about to open his eyes, but his thin body was like a shadow. He began to tremble violently.

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 did not dodge, and pointed his left hand together as a sword, stabbing into the bloody hole that was exposed after half of the tip of the sword.

Life for life, never die.

There was a muffled crack, and 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 heavily on the stone steps, vomiting blood, and wheezing 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 between his lips.

In the courtyard of the city lord's mansion, there was a frightening 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 such an embarrassed appearance in a one-on-one head-to-head duel is really a super-level performance.

And at that last moment, Si Gu 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 Jian have a crazy temperament that year, slaughtered all directions, slaughtered all relatives, and even didn't let go of his own biological father, even his younger brother. 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! On this day, Sigu Jian's teaching 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 live until now, and there must be hidden secrets in it, especially the terrifying wound in his 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.