In the depths of Wolong Mountain, an old man knelt down in front of the cave, and the sound of crying continued to spread to the depths of the cave.

"My son......"

"Lao Tzu robbed five ladies and gave birth to 7 female babies, and finally had such a son."

"And now dead! was also cut off by someone and hung at the head of the city! ”

"The whole family should die if they kill you, and I will send them all down to accompany you."

The old man is the leader of the bandits in Wolong Mountain, and his son is a swarthy young man who led the bandits to ambush Lin Xing a few days ago.

At this moment, the old man kept kowtowing in the direction of the cave, tears and snot were mixed together, and said sadly: "Holy woman, I want to avenge my son. I know Zhang Tiande can't be killed now, but what kind of thing is Lin Xing? ”

"My son is dead, why is he still alive and well?"

A soft sigh came from the cave: "The dark line in the marshal's mansion is extremely important, and this suppression of bandits is the information he sent." ”

The old man's eyes widened and he said: "Holy Maiden, as long as I can avenge my son, I will listen to the dispatch of the Holy Sect in the future, and there will never be half a word." ”

"What's more, that Lin Xing is seriously injured now, and it is easy to kill him."

"On the contrary, if such a thing is left under Zhang Tiande, that is to raise tigers."

After a moment of silence in the cave, the other party's answer came.

"Okay."

"He's going to die."

……

The next night, Lin Xing suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Then he opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed intact.

"I'm dead?"

"I'm lying in bed so well, I can be killed?" Lin Xing touched his head and was speechless for a while: "There is still such a good thing?" ”

After all, he has died too many times, and Lin Xing's mentality towards finding out that he was killed is no longer as extreme as in the past.

Even because he could take advantage of the opportunity to hone his skills by being killed repeatedly, he faintly looked forward to encountering this kind of life-and-death battle in his heart.

He even simply sat cross-legged and practiced meditation while waiting for the murderer to come again.

The cat doll next to the bed turned over in a daze, put its face against the bed and said, "You are so noisy, Lin Xing, what happened." ”

Lin Xing explained: "It's okay, it's just that someone killed me once." ”

Bai Yiyi said in a daze: "Be quiet, I'm so sleepy." ”

Half an hour later, a puff of smoke suddenly rose in the room.

Lin Xing opened his eyes suddenly, looked in the direction of the window, and saw a bamboo pipe sticking in at some point.

"It turned out that they stunned me first and then killed me, no wonder I didn't know how to die."

Lin Xing didn't want to waste any more time letting the other party stun him again, and regardless of the injuries on his body, he threw himself out of the window.

I saw a man in black looking at Lin Xing who pounced out with a surprised expression.

The next moment, the violent killing intent of both sides rose at the same time.

Bang!

The fists of both sides slammed into each other in the air.

Lin Xing only felt a sharp pain all over his body, and the scars that had not yet healed were torn apart again at this moment.

"This Lin Xing is really seriously injured." The black-clothed man on the opposite side smiled slightly, and the silver light on his waist flashed, and he saw that a soft sword had been held in his hand, biting towards Lin Xing like a silver snake.

At this moment, Lin Xing's injuries had not healed, and the other party still had a sharp weapon, and after a few moves, Lin Xing fell in a pool of blood.

……

"This killer should also have comprehended the soldier's inheritance, but he definitely didn't sublimate his skills."

"But it's still very difficult to win with my injury still unhealed."

"In that case, I can rest assured."

Coming back to his senses again, Lin Xing twisted his head and thought in his heart: "While you wait, continue to practice the charm." ”

Because he was afraid that the other party would not be able to turn on the light when he saw it, Lin Xing practiced spells in the room in the dark, waiting for the other party's attack by the way.

Again and again, after death, Lin Xing's spell skills have also been continuously improved.

Until a trace of sleepiness came to his heart, Lin Xing understood that he had been exercising for a long time.

Spells (0.3% on a stack) → Charms (28.7% on a stack)

"I've got to rest, what's next? Do you directly greet the guards in the Marshal's Mansion? ”

But thinking of this, Lin Xing was a little reluctant.

Could it be that when he met an assassin who took the initiative to assassinate him at close range, he always felt that it was a pity to only give the other party this opportunity tonight.

"To deal with this kind of vicious murderer, I don't need to talk about any rules, and I can make more use of his value, so that I can recover my memory faster and better protect the world in the future."

"For the Assassin himself, this is also to pay for his sins and contribute to world peace."

Thinking of this, Lin Xing's next cultivation plan had already appeared in his heart.

……

Fan Chaolun is a middle-aged man who looks ordinary and has a public face.

But he knew he wasn't popular.

He is a true disciple of the Ziyang Temple in Taiping County, and he has practiced a good swordsmanship since he was a child, and his skills in the Ziyang swordsmanship have reached 4 layers.

Originally, he ate and drank well in the Ziyang Temple, guarded tens of thousands of acres of fertile land in the view, hundreds of slaves, and had no worries about food and clothing all his life.

But because Ziyangguan did not obey Zhang Dashuai's military order, he was exterminated by the other party, and only Fan Chaolun escaped alone.

"Master, Master, if it weren't for you, an old fool, who refused to pass on the sublimation method of the Ziyang Sword Technique to me, how could the Ziyang Daoist Temple be destroyed so easily?"

Whenever he thought of Ziyang Temple being exterminated by Zhang Dashuai, Fan Chaolun couldn't help but sigh at his master's short-sightedness, and then his hatred for Zhang Dashuai swelled up.

Later, he got guidance and help, and with this public face, he blended into the marshal's mansion and lurked here as an ordinary handyman.

But he knew that he was not ordinary, he was the last disciple of Ziyangguan, an avenger lurking in the darkness, and a debt collector who coveted the lives of Zhang Tiande and his subordinates every day and night.

He knew that one day he would take back all the secret methods of the Ziyang Temple, and take back everything that should have belonged to him.

It's a pity that some time ago, he passed on the information of the bandits, and he thought that he could deal a good blow to the arrogance of Zhang Tiande's family, but he was destroyed by one person.

But finally today, he will kill the young man named Lin Xing and start the first act of his own path of revenge.

"Hmph, he must be sleeping in his room now, and if his mortally wounded body is caught in my smoke again, he will surely die next."

Fan Chaolun came to Lin Xing's wing and raised his eyes...... found that Lin Xing was not in the room.

"Not there? Could it be that I went to the toilet? ”

Fan Chaolun waited patiently for a while, and searched in the small courtyard again, but he couldn't find any trace of Lin Xing.

Under the wall on the side, Lin Xing rubbed his eyebrows: "Isn't it over yet?" I'm so sleepy. ”

Lin Xing, who has gone back in time again and again, has been able to accurately predict the order of Fan Chaolun's actions to find him, so that the other party can't even see him at the moment, and he doesn't know where to assassinate if he wants to.

In desperation, Fan Chaolun could only return to the room with a puzzled face.

Lying on the bed, he said in his heart that he would let this Lin Xing live one more day, and he would wait until tomorrow night to start.

"Wait, Zhang Tiande, Lin Xing is just the first ......"

Not far from the outside of Fan Chaolun's house, Lin Xing finally followed all the way to the outside of Fan Chaolun's room after several consecutive tracking failures and was killed.

"Is this it?"

Lin Xing yawned and began to sit cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes to rest.

After about an hour or so, he regained a lot of energy, opened his eyes and looked at Fan Chaolun's position: "Let's start." ”

He walked straight out of the other party's window and just looked over.

After that, until dawn the next day, he rested for a while, brushed for a while, rested for a while, and brushed for a while......

In order to ensure efficiency, he will not brush himself too tired every time, and always close his eyes and rest when he feels a little tired to ensure his efficiency.

For him, the whole process is boring and boring.

But for the other, the next few days are destined to be unforgettable.