Yun Xuelan looked at the two corpses on the ground, and exhaled a mouthful of turbid air with the smell of blood. He sat down slowly with his uninjured left hand, holding on to an undamaged wooden table. He took out the wound medicine from the mustard seed and treated the wounds on his right shoulder and right hand. The palm of his right hand was now revealing crystal white bones. The young man's hands and mouth cooperated to bandage several wounds, and he was already out of breath. He took the flask from his waist and took a big sip. The liquor entered his throat, and the pain in the boy's body was greatly reduced, and the fatigue seemed to be dispelled. The young man, whose face had regained a little ruddy, squinted his glasses and looked at the roof and said, "You are really confident, leaving so much time for me to breathe." If I had been you, I would have done it just now. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a large hole broke through the roof, and three black-clad masked figures jumped into the room from the roof with tiles and debris. The three men in black held a narrow knife in their hands, the blade of which was slightly curved near the tip of the knife. The three of them surrounded the boy in the form of horns.

"I didn't expect you to be able to cultivate. The man in black in the center said, his voice muffled by a veil.

"Cultivation?" the young man laughed self-deprecatingly, "Why did Your Excellency say this? Kill two small fish and shrimp in the Lower Martial Realm, and ask me to use the talisman at the bottom of the box, and I can't even use the treasures that need to use vitality." If I could really cultivate, I wouldn't have been so anxious just now. ”

"Let our killers say that you are cunning and ruthless, and we will not believe your words. A man in black on the left said, with a hint of tentative expression in his words.

"Oh?" the young man smiled and raised his head to look at the three of them, and continued: "Then I would like to ask you, who has such a big face, can invite the famous killer of Zhulu Mountain in Southern Liang to kill me?

"Your head is worth so much money, but it's not worth the real top killers among us, just a few of us are enough to deal with you. ”

"It seems that the three of them have just graduated from the school. It's no wonder that I was locked by the killer several times when I was fighting with the previous two, but you hesitated and missed the best opportunity to kill me a few times. The young man said understatemently, as if he already knew about the existence of the three people, and had already expected that the three would not attack him, so he deliberately exposed the flaws to the three of them, and provoked and ridiculed the three of them for their indecision.

As if aware that they were being teased by the young man in front of them, the three of them were so angry that their bodies trembled violently, and their hands holding knives were no longer steady. Don't look at the young man at this moment, he looks light and breezy on the surface, everything is under control, as if everything is deliberately arranged by him. But I'm already scolding my mother in my heart. On the way to the road, he noticed that someone was following, so he deliberately dismounted and walked to induce a few people to make a move, but he didn't want the other party to be so cowardly, so he didn't dare to move, and followed him to the tea shop. He originally wanted to enter the tea shop, taking advantage of the location here and the three people who were following him until dawn, if the other party couldn't stand it, the three of them couldn't do it in this small tea shop. He had never imagined that as soon as he entered the house, he would smell the smell of blood in the air, and the incense that should not have appeared in a street house. He then guessed that the original shopkeeper had been killed, and that the people in the house had come to assassinate him. When he saw the middle-aged beautiful woman pretending to be the shopkeeper, he confirmed his guess. At first, he thought that the three people who followed him were the same group of people as the two killers in the tea shop, and the other party wanted to invite you into the urn, so he revealed that he had the means to kill the woman first. He had expected his accomplices to join forces to fight against the enemy when they saw their companion dead, but to his surprise, the three of them were watching the battle from the rooftop, looking for an opportunity to kill him with one blow. He also thought that the other party was trying to attack the east and west, and the young man restrained him, and the man on the roof assassinated him. He did feel that the killing machine had locked him several times, but he hesitated and couldn't do it. So he deliberately showed weakness and showed flaws, wanting the people on the roof to think that he had to shoot as soon as possible. But until he was covered in bruises, the other party still couldn't bear it, and in desperation, he could only kill the young man first, otherwise the wounds left on purpose could consume him alive just by losing blood and ignoring it. But until he bandaged the wound, the other party was still indifferent. He thought that the other party was really very deep in the city, and he was cautious, and he would not make a move without full certainty, so he wanted to take the lead, but who knows, the words of the few people just now let the young man know that they were very different from what the young man guessed and thought from the beginning. The other party is not a thoughtful and careful plan, but only because of cowardice, he does not dare to make a move against him. That's why he scolded his mother in his heart. After a long time, he planned and calculated for a long time, and even lured a few people to make a move at the cost of being injured. There is a kind of mobilization of thousands of troops to go to the battlefield, only to find that the opponent is only a three-year-old child who can throw mud and spit. Knowing this, why did he make himself so miserable.

The young man squinted at the three people in front of him and asked, "You didn't have such a good opportunity just now, but now you are sure that you can kill me? When did Zhulu Mountain have such a useless killer? Are you really the people of Zhulu Mountain?"

Zhulu Mountain is a Jianghu force in Southern Liang, which mainly makes a living by doing murderous business. The most famous thing about Zhulu Mountain is that it kills people without taboo. No matter who the target is, as long as the employer's remuneration is sufficient, even the emperor of Southern Liang will dare to assassinate them. They killed many important people in the court in the Southern Liang, and because of this, they offended many forces, and they were even more intolerable by the Southern Liang court. In Nanliang, it is considered one of several demonic sects. The Southern Liang Criminal Department once united with the military department and coordinated many Jianghu forces and armies to encircle and suppress Zhulu Mountain. However, the core of Zhulu Mountain is very secretive, and the killers are scattered all over Nanliang, so it can be regarded as a futile return after encircling and suppressing twice. Although the wildfires in Zhulu Mountain are inexhaustible, in recent years, Taoguang has been obscure, and his arrogance has not been as arrogant as before. In addition, the existence of Zhulu Mountain can still facilitate many people in temples and rivers and lakes to do things that can't go up to the table. Therefore, the court of Nanliang also turned a blind eye to its existence. But one way or another. In the intelligence information that Yun Xuelan learned, the killers of Zhulu Mountain were all experienced and had almost never missed. But the people in front of him were obviously three stunned young people, Yun Xuelan thought of this, and looked at the three of them carefully, could it be that they were pretending to be pigs and eating tigers?

One of the people in the center pointed a knife at Yun Xuelan and said, "We are indeed chasing the people of Lushan. Every time the people of Zhulu Mountain break through a realm, they need to perform a mission. The target of the task is the person who is in the same realm as himself. And who exactly killed was randomly selected. The three of us have just broken through to the Heavenly Milk Realm, and we have been given the task of killing you. We were already in the Bone Realm when we joined Zhulu Mountain, so this was our first time killing someone. The first time we kill, we try to be victorious, so we will kill you when we are most sure. Don't think we can't see that you deliberately showed your flaws to lure us into attacking you, but once we do do it, you must have already prepared for it. We're not going to give you that chance. Since you can't use your vitality, even if you can really cultivate, it's only the highest Heavenly Milk Realm, can't the three of us Heavenly Milk Realm kill one of you?" The man in black spoke in a calm tone, and he also looked strategic, I don't know if he wanted to put pressure on Yun Xuelan or to give a reassurance to the two companions beside him whose confidence was a little shaken, in case the two of them had their military hearts from collapsing. His words seemed to have a real effect, and the hands of the two people beside him holding the knife no longer trembled.

Hearing this, the young man also glanced appreciatively at the person who spoke in the middle. Listening to his words, he saw his figure, and he was a few years older than himself. Being able to have such a mind made Yun Xuelan look at him with admiration. The young man took another sip of wine, but did not put down the flask and said, "Then you can do it." ”

The young man at the head shouted "Shang" in a low voice, and the three of them rushed to Yun Xuelan, who was still sitting on the stool.

The young man's right hand was wrapped like a rice dumpling, and he was obviously unable to use his blade anymore. The wine jug in his left hand is not a treasure of the immortal family, so he naturally cannot resist the enemy. The narrow knives in the hands of the three slashed at the young man's neck, chest, and right arm. The only one who was not wrapped in black cloth showed an inevitable joy in his eyes.

Just as three sharp blades were about to cut off the boy's right arm, pierce his chest, and slit his throat. A yellow talisman slipped out of the boy's cuff. Immediately afterwards, the young man sitting on the stool was slashed three times, but the three of them did not feel the slightest force on their hands. The boy in front of him actually dissipated. One of them remembered the scene where the young man killed the woman in red with one blow not long ago, and said lightly: "It's not good, be careful." As the words fell, he turned as he swept the knife behind him. But he saw that the young man was behind one of his companions, and the wine jug in the young man's hand was long gone, replaced by a sword that was all blue, about four feet long, and two fingers wide. The blade swept past the back of the black-clad man's neck. As fast as cyan lightning, as light as a willow leaf caressing the wind. A blood line appeared on the back of the man's neck, and the incision was as flat as a mirror. Then blood poured out.

Another companion heard the man's reminder and hurriedly turned around. It's just that as soon as his body turned sideways, a green snake poked into his heart without hindrance. The sword-wielding boy shook his wrist, and the sword stirred around the man's heart before it was pulled out.

All this happened between lightning and flint, and before the man in the lead could stand still and make a judgment, two of his companions had already died tragically in front of him. The opponent is ruthless and decisive, and he takes out his sword in one go. The man looked at the cyan thin sword in the young man's hand and asked, "This is 'bamboo'?"

A young man's sword named Bamboo. Yun Xuelan has loved bamboo since childhood.

The man in black followed the blade of the sword and moved his gaze to the left hand of the young man holding the sword, and his voice said with anger and self-deprecation: "It turns out that you are a left-handed sword, and you have been fighting with a blinding method just now. From the time the three of them went up to the roof to spy on the tea shop where Yun Xuelan was fighting with the two killers who had died, the man noticed that the boy had been using his right hand. He thought it was the boy who discovered the existence of himself and others, and deliberately concealed his habitual left hand. But he first saw that he killed the woman in red with his right-handed sword neatly, and then he still didn't use his left hand when he was forced into a disadvantage by the young man and was on the line of life and death. Several attacks on the teenager are full of dangers, if the habitual left hand has already subconsciously used the left hand to fight back to protect himself, he believes that the young man's mustard must be used for self-defense weapons must be more than one. But until the boy killed his opponent, he didn't use his left hand. He dispelled his scruples and suspicions. When the boy clumsily bandaged his left hand and teeth, he also noticed that even though the boy's right hand was injured and unusable, he would subconsciously use his right hand. This convinced him that the boy was right-handed. Therefore, when the young man's right hand is abolished and the wine jug is held in his left hand, he will take it lightly, thinking that the three of them are bound to win. Unexpectedly, everything that the young man calculated before was nothing more than a trick to cover up and cover up the shot just now. Looking at the skillful technique of the young man's sword just now, he is obviously a master of the left-handed sword. I didn't expect that my self-righteousness was just in the other party's calculations. A deep sense of frustration swept through the man's body. He was originally the most respected person in this group of martial arts under the mountain. The mission of this assassination was requested by him on his own initiative. In a wolf's den like Zhulu Mountain, if you can't prove your worth and get ahead, the only way out is death. That's why he wants to seek wealth and danger. Of course, the so-called risk is only one in 10,000 in his opinion, and there is some chance of encountering any accident. According to the information he received, the assassin was unable to cultivate, and he was alone, without any guards with him. Therefore, he felt that this operation must be foolproof. As a result, from the beginning, he underestimated the power of the young man in front of him, and if he said that he was careless before, it was because the authenticity of the information was wrong. What is even more ironic is that he thinks that he should not use a knife but a brain to kill, and his proud and exhaustive brain is a big joke in front of this young man who is younger than him.

The man's self-esteem quickly melted and disintegrated like the remnants of snow in the hot sun. In the mountains of the deer, every young killer will have a guide. The guides, like their masters and superiors, not only teach them how to kill, how to protect themselves, and the rules of chasing the deer mountain. The guide will also contact the killer in charge of the task to distribute the mission. And his guide had persuaded him before he left. It is said that although he is gifted and intelligent, he is too conceited, and this conceit will make him a hundred secrets, and this negligence is likely to kill him. He thought that the old man he was talking to was a bit exaggerated, so he ignored it. Seeing that the persuasion was fruitless, the old man said that he knew some divination, and he calculated a hexagram for the man, saying that the hexagram was like a murderer. Again, try to say that the negative man should not be in danger. The man still scoffed at this, he never believed in ghosts, gods and witches, all he believed was the knife in his hand and his brain.

The man thought of the words of the guide and his own situation at the moment, and suddenly laughed. He felt that he was very funny, and he felt that the funniest thing was that he didn't understand why he had the kind of conceit that he could fight with the Upper Martial Realm.

The man's thoughts are numerous, but they are only fleeting. He looked at the two companions who had fallen to the ground, and he did not feel pity or guilt. He pointed a knife at the boy, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed his loneliness. He tried to concentrate on the enemy, but his body was like a punctured water bladder, and the spirit leaked out of his body. He raised his sword to block the sword stabbed by the young man, and he only felt a green shadow caressing in front of him, like a bamboo leaf swept up by the wind. His sword stopped in mid-air, only three inches from the boy's left rib, and his eyebrows, a sword sank into it.

Under the moonlight, a young man leading a horse walked towards Los Angeles. Night Dew wetted his green shirt. Behind the young man, the tea shop that had been open on the official road for an unknown amount of time was turning into dust in a raging flame. The last thing to look at is the moon in the sky that welcomes the tea shop that has been sent to countless travelers.