The rain in the twilight was getting heavier and heavier, and the long street was empty, only Xiao Yu walked alone on the long street.

The fine autumn rain carried a layer of chill, wetting Xiao Yu's black robe.

The dark gate opened its mouth like a giant beast lurking in the night.

Xiao Yu's expression was solemn, and his boots stepped on the stagnant water on the street, making a snapping sound.

He walked through the city gate hole against the wind and rain, the expression on his face became colder and colder, he did not choose to hide from the rain, but chose to continue to move forward.

After walking through the city gate hole, after walking some distance. The Anguo Mansion is already in sight.

And at this moment, footsteps sounded on the rainy street, not the footsteps of one person, but the footsteps of several people. The sound of these footsteps was neat and steady, and it seemed that the frequency of stepping on the water on the ground was the same.

It was three men with hats and ponchos.

The three of them were all ordinary movements, their heads were lowered, their upper bodies leaned forward slightly, their hands hidden under the poncho to see it unreal, and they walked towards Xiao Yu quickly.

Xiao Yu looked at the three people walking towards him and stopped. Let the rain fall on his body, his clothes are already soaked, and the rain keeps sliding down his cheeks.

His right hand, hidden in his long sleeve, pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist, ready for battle, because the posture of these three people was familiar to him, this was the action of pressing the hilt of the sword with his hand, ready to charge.

This is the eastern capital, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, whether it is the powerful son, or the Imperial Forest Army, the officials of the Shuntian Mansion, they dare not be so bold.

But there are two kinds of people who can be exceptional, one is the lawless cultivators, and the other is the shadow of the empire, the secret guards.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them were already less than ten feet away from Xiao Yu, and they began to turn from sprinting to running.

During the run, a flash of light flashed under the poncho. Snow-white blades appeared under layers of rain curtains.

The three of them showed the long knives in their hands and outflanked Xiao Yu in a zigzag shape.

The person at the front was also the one closest to Xiao Yu, he held the knife in both hands, and slashed at Xiao Yu with an aura that was colder than the autumn rain in the sky.

He didn't have any defensive stance, and he was completely desperate for his life, because he trusted the two comrades behind him.

Regardless of Xiao Yu's offense or defense, as long as he can contain Xiao Yu, his two comrades will cut Xiao Yu under the knife.

Xiao Yu's knuckles holding the hilt of the sword bent again until they turned white. There was no emotion hidden in his eyes, only absolute calm.

The distance between the two is getting closer, and he can already see Xiao Yu's eyes clearly, a pair of calm and indifferent eyes, this is not the indifference of ignoring life and death, but the indifference of the tiger in the face of the antelope.

Or the indifference of the strong to provoking themselves.

He was an assassin who walked in the night, and his years of experience made him feel great danger, and when he saw Xiao Yu's eyes, the tension even reached the maximum.

Cold sweat oozed from his back, and the idea of escaping instantly flashed in his mind. But he was immediately dispersed. Xiao Yu was already in front of him, he abandoned all the chaotic thoughts in his mind, gathered all his strength, and slashed at Xiao Yu's head.

The knife shook up countless raindrops, drawing a short thin line in the layers of rain curtains, and swept towards Xiao Yu like this wind and rain.

At this time, Xiao Yu moved, he only made three movements, drew his sword, blocked, and stabbed.

The assassin didn't even see how Xiao Yu pulled out the long sword at his waist, but only vaguely saw a flash of white light, and then felt a shock from the tiger's mouth.

The swords collided, and Xiao Yu's very ordinary sword knocked the long knife in the assassin's hand that gathered all the strength of his body into the air.

The assassin's jaw cracked, and the long knife flew into the sky, leaving the battle-hardened assassin slightly stunned.

He hadn't figured out why this was happening. I have been gathering momentum for a long time, why was a sword that gathered all the strength of my body shocked by such a fluttering sword.

Xiao Yu's long sword had already descended, and a sword stabbed into the assassin's throat.

A sharp blade burst through the back of the assassin's neck. Bringing up countless blood that flew like raindrops.

stained the rain red.

Breaking the Assassin's doubts, his eyes widened and he hissed a few times, and the blood that kept flowing from his throat began to pour into his trachea, into his lungs.

He began to choke on blood. He knew he was going to die. But he was very unwilling

So when this assassin was dying, he burst out with the most powerful combat power of a dark guard dead soldier, and held Xiao Yu's sword with both hands that originally wanted to cover his throat.

At this moment, the two assassins behind him had already ghostly followed, holding the long knives in both hands, and slashed at Xiao Yu's head with no indomitable direction.

Offering his own life in exchange for the victory of his companions, Xiao Yu has seen it more than once, which is a common method of the secret guards.

Many people died in such unforeseen circumstances, except for Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu's right hand still held the hilt of the sword in his hand steadily, allowing the assassin whose vitality exploded before his death to hold his sword with all his life.

In the falling rain curtain, Xiao Yuqi's vitality in the sea was surging, and in an instant, it swam all over his body like a roaring river, and an invisible sword qi appeared on the blade.

Although it was joked by the gray-robed man as the most unpopular sword qi, this is also sword qi!

Sword qi that does not belong to the world. The sword qi of a cultivator.

Xiao Yu didn't even look at the two assassins, his wrist was lightly forced, and the long sword came out from the bottom up.

The head of the first assassin was split in half like a watermelon under a firewood knife under the sword aura, and flew into the sky along with countless bloody finger remains.

Then Xiao Yu used all his strength to slash out two swords at the fastest speed.

The two assassins snorted, their long knives and hands already behind them.

Xiao Yu stabbed out with two more swords, and the two assassins didn't have time to snort this time, their eyes widened, and they clutched their throats and poured into the liquid mixed with water and blood.

At this moment, the two heads that flew into the sky fell into the rain with a clatter.

White and blood mixed with the rain, slowly flowing into the gutters on both sides of the long street.

For Xiao Yu, who has been trained as a secret guard since he was a child, these so-called secret guards walking in the night are not terrible as long as they do not reach a certain number, and those legendary cultivators are the reason for his uneasiness.

However, now that everything is different, he is already a true practitioner, then he will have nothing to fear. Of course he needs a little time, a little time that will allow him to grow to a level of fearlessness.

The autumn rain was still falling, and Xiao Yu stood in front of the three corpses with a blood-stained long sword and looked around.

The moon is dark and the wind is high and the night kills. The autumn rain will erase all traces except the corpse.

Xiao Yu didn't have any expression on his face and continued to move forward.

"Kara" sounded.

The black boots crushed the halved skull.