In the Hanging Temple, the Emperor had lost his previous anger and was full of calm, like the sawdust under his feet, the blood in the building, the corpses of the guards and assassins, the wounded and unconscious, the slightly sweet smell in the air around him did not exist, as if he had not encountered a murder that the enemy had been planning for several years, but was only carrying out a three-year chrysanthemum appreciation party.

Someone began to clean up the mess in the temple, and many palace masters crowded on the top floor, as if trying to crush the building. At first, the guards in charge of His Majesty's security turned pale, and the eunuchs, including Gonggong Dai, trembled, not knowing what changes the assassination of the saint would bring to their fate, or whether it would directly stop their destiny journey.

The crown prince had already gotten up from the ground, with tears on his face, and knelt down in front of the emperor with the eldest brother and brother, pleading guilty: "The incompetence of the sons and daughters has frightened the emperor." ”

The eldest prince said very heavily, he had killed countless enemies in the West, but he didn't expect that when the assassins attacked, he didn't even have the ability to react, and Fan Xian, who he originally looked down on...... It's so good at it, and it's so quick to see the opportunity.

"As soon as you enter the ninth grade, you will be extraordinary...... Even though you are my sons, it is only natural that you will not be able to react when you meet these outlaws. The emperor didn't seem to blame his sons, but just glanced at the Jiupin assassin who died at the hands of Gonggong Hong in the corner, and then at the wine glass that was broken by the prince, and frowned slightly.

He gently hugged the third prince who was still scared in his arms, but his eyes looked at the chrysanthemums all over the mountains downstairs, and on the hillside, he could faintly see occasional movements, and the branches and leaves flew lightly and shattered.

"Go old slave. Gonggong Hong said humbly behind the emperor. It doesn't seem that he should be firmly guarded by His Majesty's side after an assassination," Xiao Fan has been sick recently. The old slave was a little worried. ”

On the floor, the medicine bag that Fan Xian threw before leaving was very conspicuous, and the poisonous smoke filled the building. There will always be people who suck in, so he leaves the antidote pill. Looking at the medicine bag on the ground, thinking of the child's carefulness, a trace of guilt flashed in the emperor's eyes, and he only remembered at this time that Fan Xian, the child, has been having physical problems recently, and after Gonggong Hong went to Fan Mansion last time. It also proves that his illness is indeed a little troublesome.

His finger lightly tapped a few times on the railing of the Hanging Temple. There was a tuk tuk sound, and Fan Jian, who had been shrinking behind the powerful people below, seemed to have a sense in his heart and glanced upstairs.

"You don't want to go. The emperor said coldly to Gonggong Hong: "I sent people. ”

As soon as the words fell, there were several strange movements in the col below the Hanging Temple, and several figures stood up from the hidden place, carrying long knives, along the steep mountain and rock gaps, rushed into the sea of flowers, and soon overtook the Ouchi guards who set off a few moments in advance, and followed the traces of the first three people.

There is a temple in the mountain, and the front of the temple is naturally a ravine, but this ravine is a little steep.

Fan Xian was walking quickly in the fields in the ravine, occasionally reaching out to pull out the oncoming branches, smelling the faint aroma of the golden thread chrysanthemum petals broken in the mountains and fields, as if eating opium, the true qi in his body followed the two channels and circulated rapidly, quickly replenishing his consumption of spirit and strength, his feet were like eyes, and he stepped on the rocks below with great accuracy, like a black dragon, rushing towards the mountain at a jaw-dropping speed.

Speaking of cliff jumping, except for Uncle Wuzhu in this world, there is no one in this world who can be faster than him. What's more, after today's battle with the white-clothed swordsman, his internal cultivation naturally improved after being greatly shocked, and the abundance of true qi and his mental state were at the peak, and the injury on his left shoulder was nothing at all.

The looming white figure dozens of zhang in front of him, the figure is also extremely exquisite, gathering and spreading like a cloud, it is extremely soft and feminine, and the speed has not slowed down, but after all, it is not as fast as Fan Xian's acceleration through gravity.

The distance between the two people is getting closer.

As for the Ouchi guards behind who were still looking for a way down the mountain, they didn't know how far they had been thrown off, and the famous Ye Daren, who was obviously cultivating on that heavy character, was also pulled down for a long distance.

Before the tea was cold, the two of them had already rushed to the foot of the mountain one after another, looking at the banner of the forbidden army and horses faintly visible in the distance, Fan Xian breathed a sigh of relief, but unexpectedly found that the white-clothed swordsman in front of him was slanted, forcibly reversed the direction of progress, brushed the edge of the sparse forest at the foot of the mountain, and swept westward.

has already stepped on the flat ground, Fan Xian's speed should not be as good as the white-clothed swordsman, but the white-clothed swordsman received Ye Zhong's palm, obviously suffered a big loss, and his speed was never improved, so he was embellished by him.

However, looking at the direction chosen by the other party, Fan Xian still couldn't help but feel a little chill in his heart.

It is inconvenient to communicate between the mountains and the mountains, even if the news of the assassination of the saint has already been spread, these forbidden troops under the mountains are afraid that it will be difficult to react immediately, not to mention that the direction chosen by the white-clothed swordsman is the most difficult place for the forbidden army to take care of, there is a primitive dense forest, although the area of the forest is not large, it is enough to cover the white-clothed swordsman to come out lightly.

He chased after him in silence, hoping that the commander of the forbidden army would not forget that direction because of the dereliction of duty of the palace commander.

To his relief, there was obviously a guard outside the dense forest, and the white-clothed swordsman was forcibly turning around in the process of running at high speed, interspersed in the direction of two o'clock.

Fan Xian followed closely.

The white-clothed swordsman turned again.

Fan Xian followed again.

Several stab-like changes of direction, but the white-clothed swordsman maintained a distance from the forbidden army in the distance very beautifully, and Fan Xian did not have the extra strength to call his brothers for help.

With a whoosh, the white-clothed swordsman suddenly accelerated. Sweep towards a lake right in front of you!

......

After Fan Xian also gritted his teeth and rushed over, he discovered a fact with some fear.

I have followed the Assassin through the siege of the Praetorian Army at the foot of the mountain!

The front was empty and undefended. Fan Xian's heart shook violently, and he couldn't understand how the white-clothed swordsman got rid of the gaze of the forbidden army, except that the two of them were really fast enough, the only explanation was that this white-clothed swordsman was already familiar with the arrangement of the forbidden army and the emergency response of the Qingguo Imperial Court to a very terrifying level!

Thinking that Gong Dian had not appeared in the Hanging Temple today, Fan Xian felt a trace of coolness crawling up along his back, but this was not the time to think about intrigues. The leaf weight is too heavy, the guards are too slow, and there is no one beside him. If he let the assassin disappear from his eyes, Fan Xian knew how much of a fuss he would get.

There is no turning back. You can only fly, you can only chase, and you can chase again and again.

Fan Xian has enough confidence in his tracking skills, especially in the clothes on the shore of the North Sea, after he led a few tiger guards and chased Sean who dominated the world miserably, he didn't believe at all that anyone else could escape his tracking except for the four great grandmasters.

But today, a series of accidents followed, making him a little chilled, first the other party was able to easily penetrate the blockade of the forbidden army, and then the other party showed a very strong ability to get rid of, from the foot of the mountain to the lake, through the lake, shuttling between the farmhouse and the field, the white-clothed swordsman had disappeared from his field of vision several times, if it weren't for Fan Xian's amazing eyesight and luck, I am afraid that he would have been rid of the other party a long time ago.

And the calmness shown by the white-clothed assassin along the way...... Even dodging as if it was an instinctive reaction, it really made Fan Xian very admired, he had been exposed to the things of the Supervision Institute since he was a child, of course he knew how many years of immersion it would take to achieve.

In particular, he noticed that the other party's technique of covering up the traces was very sophisticated, and there was a gloomy smell, which always made Fan Xian feel very familiar - just like the darkness that he was already very familiar with, which was incompatible with the swordsman's white clothes.

Presumably this is the true side of the white-clothed swordsman, calm and needless to mention, ruthless, decisive, all of which are the ultimate in the world.

The sword on the Hanging Temple, although brilliant and magnificent, but in Fan Xian's opinion, it was not as amazing as the dark aura exuded by the other party at this time, and the real strength shown by this person was only afraid that he had already surpassed the old Sean, and was still above his true strength.

Fan Xian became more and more frightened, on the hanging temple, he was indeed too impulsive, too hot-blooded, calm down at this time, in order to correctly assess the power of the other party's sword, if it wasn't for Ye seriously injured the other party, maybe the only thing Fan Xian had to do at this time was to stop immediately, and the farther away from the man in white in front of him, the more reassuring he would be.

......

In front of the two of them, Kyoto is in sight, and the city is towering and imposing.

With the sound of the tiger, the white-clothed swordsman was castrated, and took off the snow-white robe on his body with one hand, revealing a simple and simple dress inside, just like the common clothes worn by the residents of Beijing.

The white shirt fell into the mud, and a moment later, a toe tapped on the shirt, and a figure swept by.

Fan Xian looked at the swordsman who had already disguised himself as an ordinary person in the distance, and his admiration for the other party had reached an incomprehensible level, the other party did not flee to the suburbs like an ordinary assassin, but he wanted to throw himself into the net and kill into Kyoto, I don't know how many thousands of people in this Kyoto, the other party mixed into the sea of people, and there must be a reliable identity to cover up, even if the Supervision Yuan launched it with all its might, I am afraid that it will be difficult to find him.

Today, the royal family gathered in the Hanging Temple, and the defense of Kyoto was naturally lax, and the soldiers at the city gate only felt a flower in front of them, rubbing their eyes, but they didn't know what was happening.

Fan Xian could see clearly that the person had already blended into the crowd in Kyoto, and he was not afraid of shocking the world, so he rushed directly from the city gate.

His entry into the city was unhindered, and he was still able to barely hold on to the Assassin. In a complex terrain like Kyoto, it's time to really test the abilities of the dark assassins. Fan Xian tried his best to not lose the shadow-like figure in front of him, but fortunately, his mental state was excellent today, and his speed did not decrease in the slightest

The silent pursuit and counter-tracking are carried out in the houses and alleys of Kyoto, and the danger may not be as dangerous as the last time on the shore of the North Sea, but the level of tension is still excessive.

The figure in the corner of the building floated, with a little cloth shoes under his feet, and walked through the lively old market street, knocking over a vendor selling sugar gourds. It was this collision that made Fan Xian judge clearly. The Assassin was so badly wounded that it seemed that he could no longer support it. will not be able to control their body.

......

A dead alley, suddenly appeared, after a rush of footsteps. Fan Xian finally succeeded in blocking the person at the end of the alley.

After repeated trekking, he worked hard and hard, his face was a little unnaturally pale, but there were two excited reds on his cheeks, and his eyes were shining. It is the display that the true qi in the body is abundant to the extreme.

And the assassin at the entrance of the alley is in a worse situation, and the white clothes are gone. Under an ordinary dress, you can already see the faint blood dripping out.

The assassin turned around, it was a completely unfamiliar face of Fan Xian, and it was extremely pale, thinking that it was rare to see sunlight on weekdays, and he didn't know if it had been easy to tolerate, he hoarsely voiced, looked at Fan Xian, who was only ten steps away from him, and said:

"Master Xiao Fan, aren't you tired?"

Fan Xian was slightly stunned, and said softly: "I didn't expect you to run so far. ”

The assassin smiled slightly, gently put his hand into the outer clothes, and slowly took out the ancient sword that was as cold as autumn water, with a sword in his hand, the temperament of his whole body changed, and he immediately changed from a fleeing dark assassin to a proud swordsman, full of confidence and pride,

"I didn't want to kill you. ”

Fan Xian was silent, knowing that if the other party was not injured, he did have enough strength to say such a seemingly arrogant sentence. Feeling the cold sword intent at the end of the alley, he subconsciously prepared to pick the board of the dark crossbow, took out the black dagger hidden in his boots, and threw out the most powerful poisonous smoke...... Unexpectedly...... The dagger was not touched, the poisonous smoke was used up, and the crossbow was gone.

"You're red. The nameless assassin said indifferently, "You only have three arrows, a dagger, and fourteen smoke pills, and now you ...... You are naked. ”

Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, his face sank, and he knew that he was indeed running naked into Beijing. The three magic weapons that have always been able to help him are no longer around - with these three magic weapons in hand, he dares to fight with Haitang head-on. At this time, in the face of a top master whose comprehensive strength is definitely not under Begonia, what can Fan Xian do? He can only wish the other party's injury to attack faster...... Uncle Wuzhu can come faster.

The abundant true qi in his body, which has now reached the peak realm, makes his heart resolute and confident, and the true qi that circulates rapidly in the meridians is like countless naughty children, persuading him to fight fiercely with the other party with his own strength.

And unexpectedly...... He just took a deep breath, suppressed his fighting spirit, looked at the other party with a gaze without a trace of emotion, and said with a smile: "Tell me your identity that can satisfy me...... I won't chase it. ”

This is a transaction, this is his risk, all the way to track this supreme master to Beijing...... also to make a deal. The assassination of the Hanging Temple is too strange, the bizarre dereliction of duty of Gong Dian, the wonderful arrangement of the organs during the assassination, the appearance and departure of the assassin in front of him, and the familiarity with the internal affairs of Qingguo, all reveal the terrible truth, this assassination, there must be more than one force involved, and there must be people within Qingguo!

Fan Xian just needed to know the true origin of this matter, not to wash away the shame for His Majesty like a warrior. He is not a simple loyal minister, but cares more about the relationship between this assassination and himself, his father, and the Supervision Yuan.

"Don't say things like temperament. Fan Xian still lowered his head and said with a smile: "You and I are both people all the way, I know that there is no point in promising this kind of thing, give me the information I need, and I will let you go." ”

The assassin was silent and acquiesced to his words, but just when Fan Xian thought that the other party would accept this seemingly fair and absolutely win-win deal for both parties, the other party suddenly said, "The problem now is, if I kill you." Can I leave if I'm different?"

This world is really wonderful, Fan Xian strongly rejected the proposal of the second prince to reconcile and coexist, which seemed to everyone to be happy, and at this time, some people rejected him very strongly.

What does it depend on? Strength, of course.

......

The sword light seemed to illuminate the entire stubble in an instant, and the fallen leaves in late autumn were also blown up by the sword wind, flying chaotically between the two. The ancient sword. In this way, accompanied by the poignant fallen leaves, he suddenly and resolutely came to Fan Xian.

It's like being on the top floor of a hanging temple. The true qi in Fan Xian's body rushed out and was transported to his palms. As if the world was groundbreaking, with the extremely powerful palm wind, he slapped the other party's face. He didn't even glance at the oncoming sword.

The wind was fierce, shaking the swordsman's hair backwards like a steel thorn.

In the way of martial arts, he was inferior to the other party, so he had to fight for his life. And he knows very well that the more a top assassin who kills people without calculation, the more he cherishes his life, and the more proud he is, how can he change his life.

As he wished, the other party swung his sword and slashed towards his palm. Fan Xianqi quickly withdrew his hand, turned into two black shadows, and hit the opponent's temples, these fists were clean and neat, extremely simple, but extremely fierce.

At this moment, the swordsman who was fighting against him did something that Fan Xian couldn't have expected!

The swordsman no longer wields the sword as dashing as the great painter, and no longer moves the sword to the pinnacle...... He simply abandoned the sword.

The long sword took off his hand and shot out sharply, hitting Fan Xian's throat, but his body shrank unusually strangely, avoiding Fan Xian's fierce fist wind, and put his hand on the cuff of his left leg.

Take out a dull dagger!

......

Fan Xian screamed, retracted his fists and returned, staggered a blow, relying on his domineering true qi, he knocked the deadly sword away, and the ancient sword turned into a straight line and flew out, snorting and inserting it into the alley wall, trembling and buzzing.

What surprised him even more was that the other party actually took out a dagger from his boots and stabbed at him, this trick Fan Xian was too familiar!

When the ancient sword of the swordsman is in his hand, he is a peerless swordsman who is upright, open and close, and dignified, so Fan Xian responds with a domineering true qi, but after this swordsman abandons the sword, the brilliance of the whole person seems to be gone, turning into a phantom in the autumn wind, holding a sharp dagger in his hand, stabbing out.

This strong change in temperament only happened suddenly, and Fan Xian almost couldn't deal with it, and a small bloody wound was scratched on his left arm!

Suddenly, two black-gray figures were entangled in the alley, close to the fight, all in a strange way, silent, pointing out the insidious, within the scope of the rent, carrying out extremely dangerous assassinations, the movements of the two people became faster and faster, bending elbows and knees, flirting abdomen and chopping feet, standing from the corner of the wall to the wall, and then falling to the ground...... A series of flesh slamming sounds rang out one after another, thrilling.

If Fan Xian hadn't been trained by Wuzhu since he was a child, and if he hadn't been deeply immersed in the style of the Supervision Academy, he would have been following this path, but I was afraid that Ping had already been killed by that dagger and had countless blood holes, but no matter how fast Rao was dodging, he was still cut by the dagger that seemed to be infected with the breath of soul devouring after all, and cut countless bloody cuts on his body.

The other party must be very clear about the structure of the official uniform of the Supervision Yuan, and the cut by the tip of the knife is all places where there is no key protection.

The other party must be very clear about the structure of the official uniform of the Supervision Yuan, and the cut by the tip of the knife is all places where there is no key protection.

And what frightened Fan Xian the most was that the other party had studied himself very thoroughly, calculated his own shooting route to death, and the small means he relied on to save his life, but every time before launching, the other party guessed the opportunity and dodged it, whether it was twisting the tail finger, or inserting eyeballs, pinching the scrotum, or trying to fall into the elbow...... What kind of shameless and indecent and insidious tricks have lost their effectiveness!

A light gray light flashed in Fan Xian's eyes, and the tip of the dagger was very straight and pierced, which reminded him of Uncle Wuzhu's stick and reminded him of what Uncle Wuzhu said