The night is hazy, and in the misty clouds, the crescent moon is like a hook, exuding a faint silver brilliance. The broken moonlight sprinkled in the wildflowers and barren grass on the ten-mile slope outside Nanling City, turning into crystal night dew, mottled and elegant, like a dream of agarwood for thousands of years.

The quiet and beautiful night was shattered by an arrow.

In the night, a group of black-clad men armed with weapons were chasing a young woman in a power suit, with long hair and a bloody face, who looked like she had just experienced a major battle. She already had multiple stab wounds all over her body, and blood was constantly spilling from the wounds and dripping on the grass.

The woman galloped wildly, constantly looking back, using the blood-stained sword in her hand to defend against the man in black who jumped forward.

Suddenly, a dart struck the woman in the calf, and she fell to the ground.

The men in black behind her swarmed her, firmly surrounding her in the middle, and the weapons in their hands glowed with a cyan glow in the moonlight.

The woman stood up with her sword and fell to her knees.

"Beauty, you're quite capable of running." Long Yangfeng gasped, his face full of cruelty, he kicked off the long sword in Lin Wanwan's hand, angrily grabbed the hair of the woman in front of him, and lifted her face fiercely.

The face was the size of a palm, full of blood, but the vivid and three-dimensional outline of the facial features could still be seen. Those eyes, as bright as stars and as clear as a lake, but with a stubbornness, like blood-devouring beasts in the dark night, exuding a sharp cold glow.

"You can actually kill many of my brothers in the Blood Cloak Pavilion, you really can endure it!" Long Yangfeng gritted his teeth and looked at Lin Wanwan, eager to eat her alive. Thinking that since the establishment of his Blood Cloak Pavilion, there have not been many people who have been able to make Long Yangfeng suffer such a big loss.

Lin Wanwan's body was already drenched in cold sweat, and those beads of sweat slowly mixed with blood, eroded along the body into the wound, and with Long Yangfeng's kick, a heart-piercing pain hit the whole body, and there was no longer the power to resist. She gritted her teeth and stared at Long Yangfeng without speaking.

"If someone hadn't paid me a lot of money to take your life, I would have given you a good taste of what it means to survive and not to die!"

Long Yangfeng stared at Lin Wanwan obscenely, and when the buyer showed him the portrait of the assassination target, he was attracted by the shocked appearance of the person in the painting, and since then, he has hidden his selfishness. If it weren't for the fact that he was lustful and lightened the enemy, he would not have lost his brothers' lives in vain today.

Long Yangfeng was even more angry when he thought of it.

"Pavilion master, why talk nonsense with her, just kill us and it's over." A man in black reminded softly beside Long Yangfeng, for fear that the night would be long and dreamy, and something would happen to make the assassination target escape.

"That's right." Long Yangfeng looked at Lin Wanwan and said with great regret: "It's a pity." ”

Then he raised the knife in his hand and slashed at her.

Lin Wanwan glared at him, his eyes were full of wind and snow, and the chill was bone-chilling, but he didn't have any fear or timidity, as if it was not himself who was about to become a ghost under the knife.

At this moment, the knife in Long Yangfeng's hand was suddenly shattered into several pieces by something, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back, and his heart was terrified, and the whole person suddenly became uncertain.

This big knife of his is made of cold iron, and ordinary weapons are cut at all, and at this time it was shocked into pieces, this kind of strength, the internal force is deep enough to shock the people present!

For a moment, everyone froze in place, and suddenly realized something, and looked at the hillside shrouded in darkness.

I saw a black-robed man standing under the moon on the hillside, the moonlight poured on him like water, gilding him with a faint silver glow, his body was like a jade tree, standing in the wind, and the peerless elegance made people unable to take their eyes off. A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes are staring at the people under the mountain, like a king looking down on all beings.

With a slight wave of his hand, countless black shadows jumped down behind him, and a burst of weapon fighting suddenly sounded down the slope.

After a while, the sound of the fight gradually subsided.

The black-robed man jumped forward, like an eagle in the night, landing straight next to Lin Wanwan, who had fainted to the ground.

"You, who are you? How dare you go against my Bloody Pavilion! ”

Long Yangfeng, who is still alive, is trying to let them know their identity, in a vain attempt to deter the other party, but their Blood Clothes Pavilion is also a well-known assassination organization in the rivers and lakes, and no one in the rivers and lakes is afraid of three points, plus he has Xijing behind him, and most people will sell him a thin face.

"It's just a bloody pavilion, arrogant. On weekdays, there are people in Xijing to protect you, and you are used to being presumptuous, and today you are still so ignorant of restraint standing on the territory of Nanling, blatantly chasing and killing, do you think you still have someone to protect you in Nanling? ”

The black-robed man's voice was like a guqin plucked, deep and distant, with a bit of laziness in the aftertaste, and his reddish thin lips pouted with a playful smile, evil but domineering, like the king of Hades who dominates life and death.

The terrifying momentum of his whole body made Long Yangfeng's hairs tremble. His lips snorted a few times, and countless terrifying conjectures were churning in his mind, as if he was being strangled tightly by something, and his throat became more and more dry, and he couldn't say a word, and finally his heart "chuckled".

Yes, their Blood Clothes Pavilion started in Xijing, although he is the master of the Blood Clothes Pavilion, he is secretly working for the Xijing Imperial Family, and the reason why the Blood Clothes Pavilion can get closer to a large-scale assassination organization like the Tianshu Pavilion in just a few years is the secret support of the Xijing Royal Family. The reason why their assassination organization is called assassination is that all major forces are involved behind it, including the participation of the royal family, so the assassination mission is very secretive, and the identity of each killer is also extremely hidden.

This person......

He had never seen someone with such a powerful aura, and even in the face of his master, he had never been so frightened. This man seemed to be above all power, and with the wave of his hand, he could control all life and death, and he didn't even dare to look him in the eye.

Long Yangfeng's pale face was full of gray death, and he no longer had the arrogance in front of the mountain temple before, and the eyes that were once full of disdain and obscenity were revealing uncontrollable fear at this time.

The black-robed man's expression was cold and calm, and he just glanced at him casually with his peripheral vision, and he didn't even give him a straight eye from beginning to end, as if for him, everything was just an ant in his eyes.

"Don't let him die so happily."

When those cold thin lips indifferently spit out these words, Long Yangfeng looked at him in disbelief, he didn't seem to be able to understand or dare to delve into the meaning of this Shura-like man's words, but he couldn't ignore the overwhelming chill emanating from his body. He felt that the blood in his body was like quenched ice, cold from the top of his head to the tip of his toes, his legs trembled uncontrollably, and a foul smell of liquid flowed from under him......

As his tendons and hamstrings were broken at the same time, Long Yangfeng felt a piercing pain coming at him in hindsight, and before he could recover from the severe pain, he was forced to look over, and saw that his fingers were broken one by one, and then his legs were wet, he looked down in despair, only to see that the flesh on his legs was peeling off piece by piece......

He wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be dumb, streams of blood-red liquid poured out of his eyes, ears, nose and throat, and his whole body spasmed involuntarily because of the severe pain, and the moment death came, he was like five thunderbolts, and his eyes widened, as if he could see the fear and despair in his heart from his eyes.

The black-robed man looked indifferently as Long Yangfeng's facial muscles were twisted and deformed little by little, and he slowly breathed in pain and torture.

He lowered his eyes and stared at Lin Wanwan who fell to the ground, his eyes were as deep as a cold pool, and there seemed to be a vortex at the bottom of the pool, stirring up an elusive and complex color, and the originally stretched eyebrows gradually condensed into a ball.

After a while, his expression regained his composure, and he instructed Zishu behind him: "Send someone to drive the carriage over, let Ziheng go back to the building to prepare to heal her, leave it to you here, deal with it cleanly." ”

"Yes."