The red shadow didn't move, the gray shadow still swirled, and the stone pills all hit their targets, some of which made a clear audible impact in the air. The shadows were hit, but not knocked down, and they were as indifferent to his attacks as real shadows. The gray shadow spun faster, and came in his direction, a blood-red cold light looming in the gray shadow.

His fist strikes, swallowtail strikes. This is a trick created by the teacher, which divides the qi into two, and one punch is as if two punches are coming out at the same time, and the two qi are hitting the opponent from two directions. The first punch is a false move, and the real threat is in the second punch, and if the caster is strong enough, the path of the second punch can be changed. The gray shadow raised its gray sleeves and took the first blow head-on, and the shadow shook a little, but the momentum was unabated, and the blood-red cold light was closer to him.

He drove the second punch of the swallowtail blow, hitting the gray shadow from the side. This punch carries his powerful strength, no matter who it is, as long as he is defenseless, and he is hit in the waist by such a punch, he will fall.

The gray shadow shook violently, the sleeves of the shirt fell, the shadow stagnated, and in a haze, the gray shadow seemed to turn into a fog, from thick to thin, pieces of cloth became silks, and then a mist steamed, and the gray shadow disappeared.

At the same time, the blood-red shadow sprinted towards him at a rapid speed, and the cold light pierced his chest. He felt a huge oppressive force, this shadow had a powerful aura, he raised his hand to greet the cold light with dragon marks, and the five sword flowers were sealed in five directions. There are few weapons in the mortal realm that can compare to dragon marks, and no matter how sharp this blood-red cold light is, it will not be comparable to the artifact in his hand. The blood-red cold light was really cut by the dragon mark, but when the two soldiers touched, he felt empty at the touch, and the huge aura from before suddenly disappeared, and he did not pin on this cold light. The blood-red shadow spread its sleeves and opened its door, lunging at him, oblivious to its own danger.

Yu Jian was secretly frightened. He had never seen anything like this, this was obviously a powerful aura, how could it disappear in an instant? The dragon scar was extremely sharp, and it easily passed through this deadly shadow. The shadow is blood-red, and this sword is enough to kill.

The shadow went limp, like a gown that had been detached from a hanger, and fell limply to the ground. But no one was seen. There was no one behind the gray shadow and the blood-red shadow! Yu Jian looked at all this in front of him in surprise.

After the red shadow fell to the ground, a black shadow suddenly appeared. A pitch-black shadow rose from the falling blood red, and three handfuls of cold light swept towards Yu Jian from three directions. Black shadows, blood-red blades.

It was close at hand, Yu Jian didn't have time to react, the dragon mark shook, blocking the two cold lights, but the third one passed through the trajectory of the dragon mark and handed it to his chest.

Yu Jian caught the blow with his palm. The cold light pierced into the metacarpal bones, and a sharp pain spread throughout the body. The black shadow didn't look like a person, it was like a real mist, writhing in a posture that ordinary people couldn't do, and the other two cold lights were blocked by the dragon mark but did not disappear, and they circled and followed.

Yu Jian fell, he fell at the feet of the black shadow, his head in the direction of the fireplace, sliding close to the ground, like an arrow from a string. In this way, he was behind the shadow. The Black Shadow's movements were incredible, but he was faster. However, he didn't expect that the blood-red shadow that had been paralyzed on the ground suddenly rose again, entangled his feet, and the gray shadow that had disappeared suddenly reappeared, enveloping him from the air. In an instant, Yu Jian's world turned gray, so that he could not see the movements of the black shadow.

The blood-red shadow crawled up to his lap and wrapped tightly around it, like a rope. And the frustration of despair strangled him like a rope. It's an opponent he doesn't understand, a way he attacks that he doesn't understand at all.

But the dragon mark was still in hand, and he slid to the fireplace, sliding along the wall and standing, his angry sword piercing the gray shadow, allowing him to see the gray shadows and blood-red shadows intertwined, from thin to thick, hazy shadows to form a vague human form.

A brown-skinned man with a hazy face that is very unreal. He couldn't see what his facial features were, but he could see that the face was spinning, and the whole human form was spinning. The dragon scars pierced out, as if they were slashed into the air.

He felt pain in his legs. The violent action touched the wound that had not yet healed, and in the battle of Crescent Mountain, the wound caused by the spear thrown by Yuan Yiping's guards cracked open again.

He could sense that the aura around him was constantly changing, from two to three, from three to four, and after fighting with this shadow, there was another breath of qi nearby. Originally, there were three shadows on the other side, and it seems that there is one hidden. Not only does the opponent have tricks that he can't understand, but he can also control his aura like a true boxing master.

The brown-skinned man was still spinning, spinning into a shadow that he couldn't distinguish the colors, and then the shadow split from it, turning into a gray shadow, a red shadow, wrapped around him left and right. He punched and swung his sword, but all he touched was a shadow. His boxing and swordsmanship were suddenly ineffective. No matter how powerful the qi is, it can't hurt a shadow.

But how could a shadow act like a man? how could a man have such a shadow? The shadow suddenly reappeared in his doubts, and the blood-red cold light pierced through his defenses and pierced him in the chest.

Fast as an arrow. It's too late, it's too late to block the blow. His eyes widened in rage, glaring at the dark shadow. Even if he dies, it is necessary to see clearly in whose hands he died.

However, the dark shadow suddenly moved away from him, and the sharp edge that had penetrated his skin disappeared. It was as if some force was tugging at the mysterious shadow and dragging it back.

The fourth aura, the fourth person. Or the fourth shadow. There were three shadows in the room besides him, and the fourth finally appeared.

It was not a shadow, but a tall man, and the black shadow was being grasped by him at the moment, and the trembling shadow looked weak and weak.

The tall man was realistic, too real to be fake. He wore a hooded white cloak, and the white linen hood on his head hid almost the entire head except for his chin. The chin that emerged from the shadows was covered with a pale red beard. A woolen vest could be seen in the cloak, a blood-red cloth tied around his waist, a pair of greased black leather pants bright enough to reflect the flames in the fireplace, and a pair of gray leather boots with blood-red tips on his feet.

This man is too fake. A real-looking sheathed scimitar hung diagonally from the red cloth girdle, his legs relaxed, his whole body relaxed, just standing so casually that he could not see a shadow grasping in one hand.

The powerful black shadow was falsely controlled by him at the moment.

Everything is too real to be fake.

"Is it you?" Yu Jian's throat rolled, and he spat out these two words reluctantly and incredulously.

The black shadow struggled in vain, and let out a sharp questioning voice: "Who dares to stop me?

It turns out that shadows can also speak. This black shadow is the real killer. The gray and blood-red shadows were gone, as if they had never existed in this room.

"Bloody Blade. The voice under the white linen hood was languid, as if it had enjoyed the warm midday sun and chatted leisurely with friends, "What brought you to this little village?"

"Tell me your name. The dark shadow gradually relaxed, and the shape of a person under the pitch-black and lackluster cloth slowly became clear.

"Names don't make sense. Just like your name. It doesn't matter who your last name is, I don't care. I know you're the one with the Bloody Blade, and you know I'm the one who defeated you. That's enough. The tall man let go of his hand and set the shadow free. "In return, you should answer my question. Why are you here?"

The shadow suddenly thinned again, flowing like mist, but the mist didn't slip away from the huge palms. The tall man grabbed it lightly, and then caught the black shadow again. "Why did you come for the last time?"

"This can't be!" cried out the Dark Shadow in despair. "I will answer you, but you will also answer me. I'm here for the commission. ”

"Whose commission?"

"The invitation of Saltwater City, 20,000 gold yuan, in exchange for this person's life. "The shadow was shrouded in a strange black fabric, so that it was impossible to see his true face. "And the woman. ”

The tall man shook his head, "Two lives, only 20,000 gold yuan." Your client has made a valuation error. The price is only to buy their coats, and you want their lives. ”

Am I worth 10,000 yuan, or 5,000 yuan? The princess of Xianglong or the dragon monarch must be worth more. I'm just a dead man, how can I be worth a lot of money. Maybe it's only worth five hundred. Thinking of this, Yu Jian couldn't help laughing in his heart.

"No, there is only one life. That woman won't die, I'll take her away. The Shadow said.

"Where are you going to take her?" Yu Jian walked over to him, step by step. Cautious and cautious. Ever since he went upstairs, Dailan had been unconscious, and the fight had not been able to wake her up, which was unusual.

"Saltwater. My client wants her alive, not her body. ”

No, this is not Kang Ying. This could be Qin Ming. He wants his children. He issued a proclamation of dissolution of the marriage, but he did not forget his children. "Tell me more. "Yu Jian is getting closer step by step.

"Now it's your turn to answer my question. The black shadow ignored Yu Jian, he raised his head, and the black fabric could no longer hide the small half of his face, a smooth chin, and a pair of lips with a strange scar. "Tell me your name. ”

"Too much curiosity will make you say goodbye to the mortal world. The voice under the white linen hood became cold and stern, as in the snow season. "I don't like to be asked for my name or to answer questions. ”

The huge palm grabbed the black shadow and lifted him off the ground. "He's yours, whatever you want to do with him, it's up to you. Don't tell me you haven't dealt with him yet. The giant palm let go, the woolen vest turned, and the white cloak floated towards the doorway.

Stop! Yu Jian didn't shout, he still had a trouble to deal with. He took the simplest way. The easiest, and the fastest. He'd already put all his energy into the dragon scar just now, and now he just had to hand it over. Or maybe he still can't crack the shadow's strange moves, but he's confident in his speed.

The dragon mark pressed against the black shadow's throat.

As soon as Yu Jian raised his hand, the black fabric was turned up, and a middle-aged man he had never seen before appeared in front of him. Brown skin, not a single hair on the top of his brown head, only a blood-red sharp blade mark.

This mark is on every Bloodblade Person. And this man arrogantly marked the top of his head. In his time of need, he can make his identity known to everyone who sees him. This is an extremely proud man. He does have the right to be proud.

This organization exists outside of Xianglong. But their influence spreads throughout the mortal realm, or their business has no geographical restrictions in the mortal realm. Even his mentor, Chen Jingxian, couldn't tell him more about the Bloody Blade. No one knows where their nest is, how many of them there really are, and how powerful they are.

What Yu Jian knows is that they accept all kinds of commissions, charge high remuneration, and never miss a shot. As long as they dare to take it, the task is declared perfectly completed. He never thought he would have anything to do with Bloodblade, it was a name that existed in rumors. But if you really need them, they'll have a way for you to find them. You can submit your remuneration and commission, and they will evaluate it, and once accepted, you can rest easy and wait for good news.

Except this time.

But if not...... And they succeeded this time. He lives only because of him. He lived twice, all because of him.

"Now it's my turn to ask questions. I like to be asked, and I'm less patient. "The dragon's mark is filled with power, and it can cut off the head of this shadow at any time, a hundred times.