In the Hanging Temple, the Emperor had faded his previous anger and was full of calm, just like the sawdust under his feet, the blood in the building, the corpses of the guards and assassins, the wounded and unconscious people, and the slightly sweet smell in the air around him, 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 who were 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 fateful 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, as if he didn't think that he should be firmly guarded by His Majesty's side after an assassination, "Lord Xiao Fan has been sick recently, and the old slave is a little worried. ”

On the floor, the medicine bag that Fan Xian threw before he left was very conspicuous, and the poisonous smoke filled the building, and there would always be some people who inhaled it, so he left 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's Mansion last time, it also proved that his illness was indeed a little troublesome.

His fingers lightly tapped a few times on the railing of the Hanging Temple, and Fan Jian, who had been shrinking behind the powerful people below, seemed to have a sense 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.

It was Tiger Guard.

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 broken golden chrysanthemum petals in the mountains and fields, as if eating opium, the true qi in his body followed the two channels and flowed rapidly, quickly replenishing the consumption of his jīng god and strength, his feet were like eyes, and he stepped on the rocks below with great accuracy, and his body was 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 abundant state of true qi was at the peak, and the injury on his left shoulder was nothing at all.

The looming white figure dozens of feet in front of him, his body is also extremely wonderful, gathering and spreading like a cloud, and he is extremely soft and charming, 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 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 Chongdà person, 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 silently, hoping that the commander of the forbidden army would not forget that direction because of Gong Dian's dereliction of duty.

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 and swept towards a lake in front of him!

............ 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 layers of forbidden troops, 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 court.

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 yīn's schemes, Ye Zhong was too heavy, the guards were too slow, and there was no one beside him, if he let this assassin disappear from his eyes, Fan Xian knew how much of a fuss he would get.

You can't turn back, you can only fly, you can only chase, chase and chase.

————————————————————————— Fan Xian has enough confidence in his tracking skills, especially at night 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 that anyone else could escape his tracking except for the four great grandmasters.

But today, a series of accidents came one after another, which made him feel a little cold, 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 it, 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 long ago.

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

In particular, he noticed that the other party's method of covering up the traces was very sophisticated, and it had a smell of yīn sinking, 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, yīn ruthless, decisive, all of which are the ultimate in the world.

The sword on the Hanging Temple, although it was brilliant and extremely powerful, but in Fan Xian's opinion, it was not as amazing as the dark aura emitted by the other party at this time, and the real strength that this person showed was only afraid that it had already surpassed the old Sean, and it 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 been disguised 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 instead 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, presumably 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 again.

Today, the royal family gathered in the Hanging Temple, and the defense of Kyoto was naturally relaxed, 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 saw 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 situation like Kyoto, it was the time to really study the abilities of the dark assassins, and Fan Xian did his best to not lose the shadow-like figure in front of him, but fortunately, the god was in a good state 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 nervous Cheng Dù is still excessive.

The figure in the corner of the building floated, and the bamboo cloth shoes were a little, passing through the lively old market street, and knocking over a vendor selling sugar gourds. It was this collision that made Fan Xian judge clearly that the assassin was seriously injured, and it seemed that he could no longer support it, so he could not control his body.

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

After stumbling repeatedly, using his heart and mind, his face was a little unnaturally pale, but there were two hyperactive blushes on his cheeks, and his eyes were shining, which was a sign that the true qi in his body was full to the extreme.

The assassin at the entrance of the alley was in a worse condition, the white clothes were gone, and under the ordinary clothes, a faint stream of blood could already be seen.

The assassin turned around, it was a completely unfamiliar face of Fan Xian, and it was also extremely pale, thinking that it was rare to see sunlight in Pingrì, and he didn't know if he had been disguised, 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, and 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 chilling sword intent at the end of the alley, he subconsciously prepared to pull the trigger of the dark crossbow, take out the black dagger hidden in his boots, and throw 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 a**. The nameless assassin said indifferently, "You only have three crossbow arrows, a dagger, and fourteen smoke pills, and now you ...... You're **. ”

Fan Xian bowed his head slightly, his face sank, knowing that he was indeed running naked into Beijing, and the three ** treasures that had always been able to help him were no longer by his side - with these three ** treasures in hand, he dared 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 affection, 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 the matter, not to wash away the shame of 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 question now is, if I kill you, I can leave differently?"

This world is really wonderful, Fan Xian forcefully rejected the second prince's reconciliation and symbiosis, which seemed to everyone to be very 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 alley in an instant, and the fallen leaves in the late autumn were also blown up by the sword wind, flying chaotically between the two, and the ancient long sword, accompanied by the poignant fallen leaves, suddenly and resolutely came to Fan Xian's face.

Just like on the top floor of the Hanging Temple, the true qi in Fan Xian's body burst out, transported to his palms, and opened the world, with the extremely powerful palm wind, he slapped the other party's face door, and didn't even look at the oncoming long 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 knew very well that the more he was a top assassin who killed people, the more he cherished his life, and the more proud he was, how could 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 like the great painter, and no longer moves the sword to the pinnacle...... He simply abandoned the sword.

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

Take out a dull dagger!

............ Fan Xian screamed, retracted his fist and returned, staggered a blow, relying on his domineering true qi, Shengsheng knocked the deadly sword away, and the ancient sword turned into a straight line and flew out, snorting and inserting 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, the two black and gray figures were entangled in the alley, and the close fighting, all in a strange way, came out silently, pointing out that yīn was dangerous, and within a very small range, they carried out extremely dangerous assassinations, and the movements of the two people became faster and faster, bending their elbows and raising their knees, flirting their abdomen and chopping their feet, standing from the corner of the wall to the wall, and then falling to the ground...... A series of ** strikes sounded in a row, thrilling.

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

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 the eyeballs, pinching the yīn sac, or trying to fall into the elbow to strike...... What kind of shameless and obscene tricks have lost their effectiveness!

A light gray light flashed 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 - straight, ruthless, and accurate.

The reason why Fan Xian still has a mood to reminisce about the past when he is about to burp is because he also has a big trick to split the coffin, and there is a blade hidden in the tip of his boot under his feet.

With a flick of his hand, the violent true qi in his body burst out at once, the official uniform of the Supervision Yuan on his arm was shattered by the shock, and his right hand was stimulated by the true qi, and he kept shaking, faintly having a few traces of the charm of the leaves flowing under the sea cliff in Shanzhou, and struck out with a snap.

The assassin attached to his left arm like a ghost felt a powerful and conical true qi rushing towards his face, and the opponent's fingers spread out like a dead branch!

The assassin's chest was suffocated, he was shaken out, and his toes stepped down, and he stepped on the tip of the boot knife that Fan Xian yīn kicked over, and floated back three feet!

Fan Xian snorted, covered his left arm that had been wounded by the knife, looked at the terrible enemy in front of him, and found that the other party was also bleeding from his lips, and felt a little relieved.

It's just that Uncle Wuzhu hasn't come yet.

............ The assassin crossed his elbow, raised the gray dagger horizontally in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice, "This is what you learned." ”

Fan Xian yīn kept his face calm, feeling his jīng power constantly draining with the overflow of blood from the wound, and said coldly: "You're welcome. ”

There was no time left for him to heal his injuries and breathe, and the other party was obviously stronger than himself in terms of tolerance for injuries, so Fan Xian didn't have a second sentence, his toes were a little on the alley wall, and he kicked off a few gray bricks, and the whole person had already pounced, castrated like a tiger, and moved forward!

The assassin stepped back, leaped to his feet, and stabbed him in the temple with his backhand.

Fan Xian's body stagnated, his momentum changed from extremely violent to extremely soft, and his whole body turned around the dagger in a small half circle very riskily, and a cold light flashed between the two fingers of his right hand, and the ghost stretched out from the back of his neck...... In an instant, he had to lightly pull the poison needle and pierce the hand that was holding the dagger abnormally...... The Tiger's Mouth!

But he didn't expect that the assassin's backhand knife turned out to be an illusion. When the tip of the needle probed over, the other party had calmly pulled back the dagger three inches, so that the poisonous needle pierced the horizontal surface of the dagger, the tip of the needle was short, and it looked extremely fragile!

Immediately afterward, the assassin threw one knee into Fan Xian's lower back socket. A sharp pain caused him to turn sideways, and then he saw that the terrifying dagger was only a short distance from his chest.

- Looking at this dagger, Fan Xian was desperate, the other party was so well prepared, and even the three hair needles that saved his life in the end were clearly felt!

Whereas...... Wuzhu hasn't come yet.

............ With a heavy blow on his waist, Fan Xian's muffled snort turned into an extremely violent shout!

"Ahh

At the moment of life and death, he finally stimulated the greatest potential in his body, sucked all the powerful lethality into the snowy mountain, and urged the domineering true qi to his arms and clamped the dagger!

The palms and daggers were clamped, and there was an extremely unpleasant hoarse sound, as if a red-hot soldering iron was slowly slicing across the rough soles of the feet.

The two of them were so close that Fan Xian could see the smile in each other's eyes.

Bad luck always comes together, and at this time, Fan Xian has reached the most dangerous time, and the biggest hidden danger in his body finally broke out, letting out a fatal roar.

The violent true qi, like a disobedient child, and like an untamable beast, began to beat in his meridians unsteadily, and the accumulation of true qi in the snow-capped mountains seemed to have finally broken through the limit with this mind-consuming struggle.

Exploded.

............ In such a very short moment, Fan Xian had already felt the pain that he had never felt before, every nerve on his body that could be felt seemed to be torn apart, and the pain was incomparable, and the true qi in his body broke through the wall of the pipe in this way, killing into his body, and disappeared in his internal organs in a moment, and could no longer be mobilized.

There is no true qi at all, and the palms are naturally weak.

With a soft snort, the gray dagger that had never been able to really stab Fan Xian was simply stabbed into his chest, even a little absurdly.

Fan Xian let go of his palms and looked at him incredulously as an extra dagger suddenly appeared on his chest, and he could only see the one behind him.

Even the top assassin on the other side seemed to be stunned, looking at the dagger on Fan Xian's chest stupidly, without making any next move.

I don't know how long it took for that pain to reach Fan Xian's brain, and he realized that he had been hit by a deep stab, just afraid that this little life would be confessed in an alley in another world in such a daze.

There are still many things that have not been done, there are still no children, the Dream of Red Mansions has not been copied to the seventy-eighth time, I have not gone to the inner library to see the household goods made by Ye Qingmei, I have not gone to the temple to peep, and I have not yet stood on the main hall of the palace to announce my identity to the people of the world.

The most unwilling is ...... Blind, why haven't you come yet?

............" accident. ”

Unexpectedly, in addition to Fan Xian, who did not forget Zhou Xingxing in his previous life, there was also the swordsman opposite, but Fan Xian was extremely unwilling, and the other party was extremely innocent.

The assassin finally let go of his hand holding the dagger, and Fan Xian's legs went limp, and he fell to the ground.

When Emperor Qingguo's most sharp tiger guard finally rushed to the alley with great difficulty, he didn't have time to participate in this fierce fight, but only had time to look at a person who looked like an ordinary person, let go of the dagger on the chest of Lord Xiao Fan, and then turned into a black shadow and swept directly over the wall at the end of the alley.

And Lord Xiao Fan, these tiger guards secretly recited, and the incomparably powerful big man, like a drunken drunk, fell straight down to the ground in the alley.

"Chase!" the Tiger Guard roared in a low voice.

"Divide into two, the first to save people!"

Gao Gao, the leader of this group of Tiger Guards, squatted next to Fan Xian with a murderous and extremely depressed face, looking at the young official on the ground in front of him who had taken him to the Northern Qi Dynasty, and his heart was extremely nervous and worried.

I don't know how long it took, but finally a voice sounded in the alley.

"Can't die. Fan Xian panted and leaned into Gunda's arms, looking at a large piece of red on his chest, "It's not deep enough...... However, please call the Imperial Doctor...... I went to the house to find my sister to get the antidote pills...... In addition, please summon Fei Jie back to Beijing urgently...... Lives matter. ”

After saying this, Fan Xian fainted as soon as his eyes were closed, but before he fell unconscious, he glanced at the earthen wall where the assassin had escaped. The strange situation after the accident and serious injury had already made him vaguely guess the identity of the terrible assassin, but the matter was too complicated, too terrifying, so terrible that he would rather subconsciously let himself unconscious than continue to think about it.