At the beginning of the night, people have fallen asleep.

A bright moon hangs in the sky, and the night sky is like a navy blue curtain, dotted with twinkling stars, which makes people deeply intoxicated.

The doors of the shops on both sides of the streets of Zhulu City were closed, and the moonlight sprinkled on this uninhabited street, leaving only the rustling of the cold wind and the lights swaying in the night wind.

It was dim and dim, and the trance lights hit the street, merging with the moonlight, elongating the figures standing at the entrance of the street.

The figures were densely packed, dressed in black, and they blended into the night, only those eyes were still bright. They are like the Grim Reaper in the night, quietly waiting for their prey to come.

The cold wind blew their clothes, and they didn't care. Lan Shuxiang, the leader, stood on the roof of a house, looking at the bright moon and listening to the wind, he was a little sleepy, wondering if he would be released pigeons.

If you are released from the pigeons, you will lose a lot.

If the pigeons were really released, they would probably sleep with a smile.

Lan Shuxiang thought about it, and a slight smile appeared on her face. A figure flashed in the sleeping Zhulu City in the distance, and the corners of Lan Shuxiang's mouth curled, finally here. He stared again, first puzzled and then laughed, thinking that this Qi Lin was really no one, and he dared to send someone here, which was really arrogant.

Lan Shuxiang wanted to laugh, but when the figure approached, his smile froze a little. There was confusion and even a little surprise in his eyes, looking at the figure slowly walking towards them, Lan Shuxiang bent his finger towards him.

One of the men in black nodded, his body flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared above the figure on the street. His eyes flashed with bright red blood, and he smiled in the darkness of the night, raising the dagger in his hand and stabbing at his Heavenly Spirit Cover.

The cold wind trembled, Lan Shuxiang grew her mouth, and the rest of the people were a little more solemn. In front of their eyes, they didn't know what was happening, only that the figure had drawn its sword, and it was very fast.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, kill people, just in one breath.

A young man in a dazzling silver hair, stained with a little blood, dressed in green clothes, who looked particularly delicate in the moonlight, carried the Heroic Soul Sword on his back, and shouted to the dense figure several feet above his head: "Do you come down by yourself, or wait for me to go up." ”

"Arrogance!"

One of the figures shouted coldly, and as soon as the words came out, he reached the young man's eyes. With murderous intent in his eyes, he unleashed his knife as the lights flickered.

The fire lamp was blown by the wind, and he drew his sword.

Firelight returned to its place, and he collected his sword.

The lights were still dancing on the street, but there were two more corpses on the street. The young man is expressionless, his steps are steady, step by step, step by step, like an impermanence ghost step, every step will make people's hearts tremble and make people afraid.

Lan Shuxiang finally became serious, and the others, some were serious and some were careless. The two of them were not weak before.

The first person is the first realm of condensation, and the second person is the realm of condensation. Especially the second person, in their group, they are all considered to be in the upper middle class.

"Who is here? I, Lan Shuxiang, don't kill the nameless people!" Lan Shuxiang snorted at the silver-haired young man, and his voice was turbulent, waking up the lazy cat sleeping in the middle of the night.

Carrying the Heroic Soul Long Sword, the young man was dressed in green clothes and the breeze was fluttering, he glanced at Lan Shuxiang lightly, "I recognize you." ”

"Since Your Excellency knows what the consequences of offending the deer will be! Even if you may be able to escape tonight, your life will not be too easy after that. After Lan Shuxiang finished speaking, he looked into the distance, estimated the time, and said: "It's still early, if Your Excellency stops here, you will not see it before." In the future, Your Excellency will come to my Zhulu City and be a guest of my academy. ”

"A city forged by thousands of unjust souls, a academy that drinks human blood and eats human flesh, do you really care about this?" The silver-haired young man shook his head, his mouth rose slightly, he laughed at the fragrance of this orchid book, he laughed that even if there was no such thing today, his life would not be very good.

Lan Shuxiang's eyes turned cold, as cold as the cold wind of this winter night, "So Your Excellency still decided to fight against me?"

"You're mistaken, it's you who are fighting against me. The young man snorted, and the Heroic Soul Sword on his back reflected the moonlight, and it couldn't wait to unsheath it again.

"Your Excellency is confused when you say this. Since the establishment of the Academy, I have been cultivating talents for the Seven Lower Countries, and I have never sided with any country in the past 70 years. Your Excellency says so, but you are responsible. Lan Shuxiang said in her mouth, her mind still spinning.

He wondered when the academy had offended such a young swordsman.

A single sword can kill a well-trained warrior in the realm of condensing water. You have to be a swordsman in the realm of the patio.

Perhaps, Lan Shuxiang already had a little sweat on his face, and it was not impossible that the young man in front of him was a Chengxi Sword Sect who had hidden his age.

"Zhulu Academy is not a world-famous academy, and what you just did was forgotten within a few days. This kind of bearing, Shen admires and admires. The young man's smile was all written in his words, and his footsteps never stopped. The deep eyes are like the dark night on the horizon, with no end.

Lan Shuxiang frowned, panicking. Remembering what the young man had said, he was shocked again, looking at the silver hair, he remembered something. But he quickly dismissed the idea.

Impossible, impossible.

Compared with this sudden thought, he was more willing to believe that this person was from Qi Lin, a certain Zhenguo figure.

"Your Excellency is the wrong person. Although there is negligence in Zhulu Academy, as the saying goes, there is a debtor. If Your Excellency is really unhappy with Prince Qilin, you should go to find the orphans of the Shen Mansion, but you don't want to settle accounts with me. The more Lan Shuxiang spoke, the more bottomless she became, looking at the young man's pace as before, and sighed. By the end, his voice was like a mosquito.

The black-clothed people around him had completely drawn their swords, and Lan Shuxiang, who was in the middle of the crowd, lowered his head, looking at the young man, and finally snorted coldly and warned: "Your Excellency, don't cross the line." ”

"Oh?" the young man smiled lightly, his silver hair covering his face at the moment, and he could only see a confident smile and a hint of snow-dyed silver hair in his hair, "Even if I cross the line, so what." ”

"Damn it. ”

The sound was as light as autumn water, and the roof moved.

He was lightning fast, several times faster than the two before.

The stars in the sky were dazzling, and the stars were shifting, and the man in black had already made a move, opposing the young man.

The fist wind swept the cold wind, and the crackling sound of fists colliding echoed through the streets. After a few breaths, the two men retreated a few meters each.

The man in black exhaled a few breaths, but the young man still looked indifferent. The man in black gritted his teeth and raised his fist to punch the young man in the moonlight.

The fist gang was lit up in the night, and the young man made an unexpected kick.

Feet and fists collided, stirring up the undried blood on the street. The man in black took a few steps back, and he had no strength in this set of punches. The young man came out with one foot, and a second foot in front of him, and this foot landed firmly on his chest.

One kick out, he left it strong, another kick, and after this kick, he was still powerful. In this way, in front of several people, plus the kick that he had bumpered with the man in black earlier, he kicked a total of seven kicks.

When the seventh kick was kicked out, the starry sky suddenly darkened, and the flickering lights of the street suddenly lost their light.

When the seventh kick is finished, the night sky is as bright as ever, and the street lights are lit up.

It's just that this street is stained with new blood.

The young man patted his clothes, and walked towards the street in front of him, a street that seemed to have no end.

Lan Shuxiang's face was already covered with sweat, and he felt familiar when the young man kicked his first kick, and when he kicked seven kicks, he couldn't be more sure.

He may not recognize his own mother-in-law, and he will never admit that this Zhao family's seven unique steps are wrong.

looked at the black-clothed people around him, and saw that there was no one to fight. He sighed and shook the long sword at his waist, he knew it was his turn.

The robe was blown by the breeze below, and he fell to the ground like a lazy cat stealing fish in the city, without a sound.

Holding his sword, he looked at the figure that was getting closer and closer. A patio true yuan burned, and he drew his sword.

There is a scholarly scent in the sword, which is the nickname given to him by those who know him well. He didn't let them down, the swordsmanship was really like that faint book, a light and fluttering sword, containing most of the sword intent.

A green dress was awakened by the sword aura, and the young man also drew his sword. Compared with Lan Shuxiang's sword, his sword is a little more mysterious and a little more sad.

The two swords intertwined, and the sword roared gently.

Lan Shuxiang and the young man each took half a step back and then drew their swords again.

Lan Shuxiang's swordsmanship is very elegant and flexible, like the autumn wind in August. In the light cold wind, people can die silently.

After the young man and Lan Shuxiang exchanged a few swords, he took the lead in taking a few steps back. Grinned at Lan Shuxiang, "It's all said, I know you." ”

When the words landed, he didn't give Lan Shuxiang any chance to think. Almost instantly, the long sword in his hand detached from the palm of his hand, and in this bleak atmosphere, the Heroic Soul Long Sword wrapped around the true yuan, breaking through the space and stabbing at Lan Shuxiang's throat.

This sword is not much gorgeous, but under the starry night sky, it shines cold, cooling the August autumn wind, and that's it.

This sword, Lan Shuxiang can't dodge.

He could only wait for death, and he had the same surprise in his eyes as the man in black on the roof.

The fire lanterns jumped, and the sound of gongs and drums resounded throughout the city. By the time Lan Shuxiang came back to his senses, the Heroic Soul Sword had returned to the young man's hands.

I didn't die, I saved myself with a powerful hand!

Lan Shuxiang was overjoyed, and he didn't forget to flee for his life, and his figure flashed directly, blending into the night, and disappearing with the man in black on the roof.

After disappearing, they still took care to clean up the three corpses on the street.

Holding the Heroic Soul Sword in his hand, with silver hair in green clothes, the young man was too lazy to look at Lan Shuxiang. His gaze was full of vague voices that were getting farther and farther away from him.

He tapped the copper plate in his hand, and sang in his mouth: "The lights tremble in the long night, and the people who beat the watch have no intention of provoking everyone, and time ridicules only hope for peace." The sound of the gong gradually sighed night after night, and this night was a ghost feast and a cowardly and restless person. The sound of the gong is here to remind you not to be too hasty to over. This goblin, watching. I don't want to fight again!"

The gong sounded again, and Shen Qingwen, who was dressed in green clothes, couldn't help but tremble.

Not because of the cold wind of this winter day

Not because of this hit louder

It's just that behind the watchman, he really saw two figures, one black and one white, standing in the air, accompanying the watchman, walking away and disappearing in this uninhabited street.