The three-foot long sword is carved with a little starlight, and the stars appear to be colorful under the rain, and there is a faint light connection between the stars, after Yue Xinghong killed the two assassins in the shadows, the Xinghong blade glowed with a faint blood light.

Yue Xinghong's eyes were red, and he bowed his head slightly, as if he was waiting, as if he was searching, and the dark clouds in the sky were stirring faster and faster, so depressed that people couldn't breathe.

"Yue Xinghong, I haven't seen you for a few years, see you again... Is this how you treat old friends?" A hoarse voice came into Yue Xinghong's ears while the sound of the rainstorm was heard.

Yue Xinghong didn't respond as if he hadn't heard, he raised his head to look ahead, his eyes were dauntingly red, and he raised his right hand slightly, and the rain hit Xinghong's blade sword body, making the blood light a little thicker.

Bite~

I saw a beam of red light flashing, more than a dozen weapons fell to the ground, one by one hidden in the corner of the street, the assassins with sword wounds in their bodies fell down one by one, cut off their breath, the sky was full of blood, and dissipated in a few breaths under the heavy rain, Yue Xinghong appeared from behind the last fallen assassin, this technique was like blowing hair and breaking hair, and the lives of more than ten people ended without effort, and they didn't even resist.

Dark clouds followed like shadows, quickly emerging above Yue Xinghong's head, and the flickering silver snake carried terrifying energy wriggling in the clouds, which could split down at any time.

"Yue Xinghong, you are really old, the power of the galaxy to fall into a dream is not as good as five points back then, hehehe..." The hoarse voice came into Yue Xinghong's ears again, and Yue Xinghong was still deaf, preparing for the next sword.

The wind stopped blowing, only the raindrops crashing on the road, and the sound of roof tiles dripping into his ears, Yue Xinghong's left ear moved, and disappeared in an instant.

Accompanied by the falling stars, Yue Xinghong slowly appeared on the roof of a three-story building, and several black-clothed assassins fell beside him, each of whom was killed by a single blow, and fell without even having a chance to make a move.

Yue Xinghong walked slowly forward on the roof, and when he reached the edge, he stopped and looked at a big tree two hundred meters away, and at this time, there was a red-clothed long-haired man standing at the branch of the big tree, holding a scimitar, looking at Yue Xinghong with the same gaze.

The two looked at each other in this rainstorm, no one planned to make a move, Yue Xinghong wiped the Xinghong blade in his hand, the sword body seemed to have been tempered, and the stars shone with bursts of light, and then gradually dimmed.

With Yue Xinghong's movements, the man in red on the big tree took the lead in jumping, and with two ups and downs, the man in red finally landed twenty meters behind Yue Xinghong, raised his scimitar and pointed at Yue Xinghong and said, "Yue Xinghong!

The man in red has an amazing tone, there will be no second one in the world who dares to speak like this to Yue Xinghong, one of the sword saints, Yue Xinghong looked at the man in red, and the corners of his mouth moved: "The temple is really going back more and more." ”

As the words fell, Yue Xinghong raised his sword and appeared at a distance of less than ten inches from the man in red, a sword shadow flashed, slashing towards the man in red, the man retreated, and he could dodge, but then several sword shadows struck, and the sword shadows approached the eyes of the man in red, the heart, the dantian, the sea of qi everywhere, the sword was sharp, and it was difficult to avoid.

The man knew that it was difficult to avoid, and the scimitar swung several times in his hand, and when he blocked Yue Xinghong's fourth sword, the scimitar broke in half, but Yue Xinghong's rapid offensive had just begun.

The Xinghong blade in Yue Xinghong's hand was like a part of his body, waving it like a god and ghost descending into the world, the sword was dazzling, and the stars attached to the sword body were even more excited to get out of the sword body and fly into the air.

With the breaking of the scimitar, a little panic appeared in the eyes of the man in red, Yue Xinghong's more rapid offensive was about to attack, and without weapons to resist, he would definitely die here, and his soul would be scattered.

The man raised his hand, intending to burn his life to resist Yue Xinghong's next attack, his hands emitted a faint golden light, and when he touched Yue Xinghong's first attack, his hands fell with the wind, as if hitting a stone with an egg, and he did not block it at all.

Yes~

With a painful scream, the man's head was separated under Yue Xinghong's second sword, and the red-clothed man who was still talking wildly on the last breath died in Huangquan in the next breath, and the assassins who were hidden around him were in a cold sweat.

"The six-star assassins of the Templars... Is that such strength?" Yue Xinghong said towards the north of Fengtian City, as if he was talking to the person who had been transmitting his voice before.

The six-star Assassin of the Templar is the mainstay of the Templar and has a slight reputation in the Templar, and below the six stars, there are all miscellaneous soldiers who have just joined the Templar for less than two years, and they are not high or low.

The seven-star above the six-star must have terrifying strength, and can only be promoted if you have assassinated a seven-star target, and can obtain the position of a branch hall deputy hall master, and if you want to be promoted again after this position, you need to defeat an eight-star Templar assassin and complete the assassination of the eight-star target.

To be promoted to an eight-star assassin, the strength is absolutely one of the best in the human world, but the rules of the Templar cannot appear in any well-known martial arts association at will, and it is not allowed to participate in disputes between right and wrong by force, so few people know the true strength of the Templar eight-star assassin, and the eight-star is further up, and the mysterious Elders' Council knows.

"Hahahahaha... The Yue Sword Saint seems to have forgotten that the Six Stars are just the beginning of the Templar Assassins, and I hope you will come to see me alive. Bursts of hoarse laughter came into Yue Xinghong's ears, and after the accompanying laughter, Yue Xinghong's eyes were firmly fixed on the north.

The storm became bigger and bigger, and the dark clouds in the sky did not decrease but increased, and the black pressure made the entire Fengtian City enter the night.

After Yue Xinghong identified the north, he kept going to the north, and none of the hidden assassins along the way were spared, like chopping melons and vegetables, where the sword went, one person would be killed, and after killing one person again, Yue Xinghong seemed to feel the danger and moved forward.

Bang~

As a long knife slashed three inches behind Yue Xinghong, a rough voice came.

"Good luck for you!"

Yue Xinghong turned around slowly, and the person who came was a strong man with a height of about eight feet, a strong man with short hair and a full beard, looking fierce, with strong muscles like a bear, and holding a long-handled broadsword about five feet long in his right hand.

"Eight-star assassin, then I will play with you, before you die, you can say your name, my sword, but not the souls of the nameless. With a smile on the corner of Yue Xinghong's mouth, Xinghong Blade seemed to sense the call in Yue Xinghong's heart, and flashed bursts of red stars.

"My name is Wen Yan! I went down to see the judge, but don't forget who killed you. As soon as the strong man named Wen Yan's voice fell, he raised his long knife and slashed down towards Yue Xinghong.

The long knife seemed to have a trace of lightning, and the momentum was compelling, Yue Xinghong took two steps back, dodging this menacing downward split, but Wen Yan's long knife attack struck again, and this attack was even more terrifying.

One knife is like three knives, the knife slashed at Yue Xinghong, the raindrops were split in half in the air, the silver snake in the dark clouds became squirming slowly, and with the sword light falling, Yue Xinghong raised his sword expressionlessly and blocked them one by one, but his right hand trembled slightly when he retracted.

"Hehe, where has Fang Cai's momentum gone. The words fell, and the five-sided sword light struck again, sealing all the directions that Yue Xinghong could advance and retreat, and Yue Xinghong could only choose to take it at this time.

The red light of the Xinghong blade became more and more intense, and when it touched the sword light, it was even more dazzling, and with the collision of the five weapons, Yue Xinghong took it all like a ghost.

After receiving the five knives of the following Yan, Yue Xinghong's sword pointed at the sky, bursts of red light appeared around his body, the red light rose to the sky, terrifying, the dark clouds in the air were pierced through a hole by the red light, as the red light passed through the dark clouds, a beautiful picture scroll like a starry sky appeared in the sky, but it was a scarlet and hideous picture, the picture scroll slowly spread out, the momentum was like a rainbow, the bright starting point of the picture scroll was red, flashing like a star, only to see Yue Xinghong swing his sword and split.

Red starlight struck in the direction pointed by the Star Blade, and the sky, dark clouds, rain, and lightning were all covered in red, covering the sky of the entire Fengtian City like a natural disaster.

Seeing this scene, Wen Yan frowned, as an eight-star assassin, he must have seen a lot of knowledge, what kind of martial arts he had never seen, but the opponent he faced this time was one of the well-known sword saints, coupled with this weird red picture scroll, and the terrifying red light aura, all of which frightened him.

Wen Yan calmed down, swinging the long knife horizontally with both hands, injecting Dao golden light Xuan power into his hands, slowly covering him with a thick layer of golden shield, his eyes widened, ready to rely on this to resist the red light that was rapidly attacking.