The honest swordsman never expected that this girl in white would actually live here for three whole days.

This is a place where birds don't!

She is the eldest lady, the holy daughter of the Holy Sect, and the pearl of the Sect Master!

No matter how you look at it, she doesn't look like a person who can endure hardship.

But she just ate this bitterness.

The swordsman couldn't figure it out, could it be that after she went back, the food would get worse?

When she stayed until the third day, the swordsman realized that no matter how much she tried to get her, she didn't want to leave.

It wasn't until the afternoon of the third day that her maid gave her an ultimatum, indicating that if she didn't leave, she would directly pull the sect leader over...

In this way, under the gaze of the swordsman and the fat man, the girl in white left.

Before leaving, the girl in white destroyed the sword move of the wild goose returning sword on the mountain wall.

On the edge of the cliff, the fat man carried a lunch box to inquire about the news with the maid, and asked her if she could go to the back door and release Song Zhong in advance, and she was almost hammered to death by the maid.

The girl in white on the side sighed again and again.

Based on her perception of Song Zhong, I am afraid that Song Zhong will not leave.

Not only will they not leave, but they will stay in peace for three months.

In three months, a second wave of Assassins will surely arrive.

It's just that I don't know how high the martial arts of the second wave of swordsmen will be.

Mo Xiaoxuan was a little uneasy in her heart, but if Song didn't die, she would definitely be able to become a grandmaster in the future.

But she can't stay here any longer, and if she stays here for a few more days, I'm afraid her father will have to come and arrest her.

Mo Xiaoxuan left and went back to be her eldest lady.

Song Zhong stood on the edge of the cliff, blowing the refreshing evening breeze, and his mood was quite good.

After three days, he can finally clean up for a while.

Mo Xiaoxuan came before, although there was an opponent, they could fight each other and compete with each other.

But after living for three days in a row, he found that women were too troublesome after all.

Shaking his head, Song Zhong sighed and sat on the edge of the cliff with his lunch box to enjoy dinner.

When Mo Xiaoxuan was still there, if an assassin attacked, he could join forces with Mo Xiaoxuan to defend against the enemy, so that even if the other party was a first-class master, he would have the power to fight.

Now that Mo Xiaoxuan is gone, he must be very energetic and not take it lightly.

After eating, he went straight into the cave, intending to continue practicing.

After the last assassination, he found that Life to Death, Qin Family Sword, and Yan Hui Sword were still greatly improved.

Compared to the opponent's sword moves, there are obviously many shortcomings.

Especially his sword isn't fast enough!

In the short term, he needs to sharpen his sword fast enough.

Secondly, there was a phrase from the Black Assassin that was deeply imprinted in his mind.

"Although your sword is very powerful, you have no sword intent, only sword qi, you are going to be defeated!"

For the past three days, he has been figuring out the meaning of this sentence.

Presumably, in addition to the gap in the realm, he also lost in the sword intent.

What is this sword intent?

......

......

Dusk, in a dimly lit room.

Two men stood staring at each other.

A man's tunic is unbuttoned, revealing a muscular upper body with a delicate meteor hammer wrapped around his waist. The meteor hammer should be made of fine iron, and the whole body is shiny and shiny, which must be caused by careful care.

The man was very tall, a head taller than the other, and stood like a hill in front of the other.

The other man bowed and bowed respectfully, wearing a black robe with a white tiger embroidered on the front of the chest.

They didn't have a lamp, but they could still see each other's expressions.

The man with the meteor hammer pinned to his waist scolded in a low voice: "Why is that guy still alive after so many days!"

The respectful man's forehead sweated, and he said: "Hall Master, I don't know what's going on, usually Xiaofeng is sure to do things, but this time..."

"Don't forget how you promised me! Now that three days have passed, the guy is not only fine, but alive and well!"

"Hall Master, I don't understand why Xiao Feng has no news at all, with Xiao Feng's skills, dealing with a second-rate martial artist should be a matter of being able to catch him. ”

"Shut up, idiot! I don't want to hear these explanations, I just see that he is alive and well!" said the burly hall master.

"Hall Master, why don't we wait for Xiao Feng any longer?

"Xiaofeng, hehe, your Xiaofeng shouldn't be dead!" The burly hall master said: "Lao Tzu has checked, when Xiaofeng made a move that day, Mo Xiaoxuan was also there." ”

"Mo Xiaoxuan? Mo is not the daughter of the sect leader? She is a saint, what did she think about in the past?"

"Bastard, isn't it the daughter of the sect leader, is it your daughter?" the burly hall master said: "Damn, Lao Tzu heard that little lady had a quarrel with the sect leader, and ran to think about the cliff. ”

"Could it be that Mo Xiaoxuan killed Xiaofeng?"

"Fool, you should have guessed a long time ago!"

"It's... This... The subordinates really don't know about it. I also ask the hall master to forgive his sins. ”

The burly man pinched the teacup on the table, and with a little force, the teacup showed cracks.

Immediately, he handed the teacup to the man in the black robe with the white tiger pattern embroidered on his chest.

"Do you see this teacup? If you can't handle this again, you'll end up with this cup!"

The burly man placed the teacup on the tabletop, and as soon as it touched the tabletop, the teacup "snapped" and split into tiny pieces of porcelain.

The man in the black robe was startled and immediately knelt on the ground.

"Hall Master, please rest assured, this time I have decided not to miss!"

"Okay, that's what you said, I'm going to see him die tonight!"

The burly man gritted his teeth, and in the dark and quiet room, he could hear a clear "gurgling" sound.

......

......

Thinking about the cliff, the iron cable shook slightly.

The black-clad assassin arrived, stepping on the iron rope.

He saw a dark cave, like a beast in the night, with its mouth wide open, waiting for food to come.

Standing quietly in front of the cave, a trace of uneasiness rose in his heart.

Shaking his head violently, he sneered in his heart, but he was a second-rate martial artist, what was there to fear?

He puffed up his chest and quietly grasped the long knife at his waist with his right hand.

Each step was very light, and there was no sound at all.

Even hold your breath and try to merge yourself with the night.

As soon as he stepped into his left foot, a sword stabbed out of the darkness.

This sword is like the claws of a wild goose, both sharp and terrifying.

"Poof!"

A sword stabbed in the shoulder, as light as a stabbing tofu.

The black-clothed assassin subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the sword on his shoulder, his heart already burning with anger.

Before he could do it, a second-rate martial artist did it?

Ignorant!

"You're going to die a terrible death!" said the black-clad assassin angrily.

Unfortunately, the Black Assassin's anger slowed down his reflexes.

At this time, he didn't have time to react, and the man in the cave stabbed out another sword.

The second sword was a short sword, and the short sword was thrust into his lower abdomen.

The dagger churns and spins a few times.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in the lower abdomen, and blood spurted out.

"You..."

The black-clad assassin covered his lower abdomen and widened his eyes.

Originally, his plan was to fight with Song Zhong openly, and then kill Song Zhong with a knife.

But he didn't expect that Song would eventually hide and assassinate him!

It was obviously him who assassinated Song Zhong, but he was assassinated by Song Zhong in turn!

He was a little remorseful, why not be more cautious!

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world, otherwise it will definitely be sold out.

At this moment, the swordsman hiding in the darkness appeared, raised his leg and kicked, and the black-clothed assassin retreated again and again.

"Boom!"

The black-clad assassin fell to the ground!

"You're worse than the assassin from two days ago, and if you had been more cautious, I might have died. I'm not strong at all, I'm just a little bit tougher than you. ”

Song Zhong shook his head and stepped forward to cut the neck of the black-clothed assassin.

Reaching out and flipping through the clothes of the black-clothed assassin, Song finally took out a wooden plaque from his arms.

"So it's him?"

Song Zhong frowned, his eyes full of murderous aura.

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