Suddenly, on the street two or three feet away from everyone, the assassin wrapped in black slowly floated up from the ground, the scene was extremely strange, if it were not for a few people to see it with their own eyes, it would be impossible to believe that a large living person could float out of the dirt without the help of any external force.

The man is in a sturdy body, and his black robe has unique characteristics in the Western Regions. In the veil, which only had a gap, a pair of eagle-like eyes were looking playfully at the Ao Cangfeng and the others.

The man's hands were slowly raised, and the strangely shaped flying knives scattered on the ground not far away seemed to be pulled by something and began to stir, and the next moment those flying knives flew back into the man's hands like milk swallows returning to their nests. With a piercing grinding sound, a total of twenty-six flying knives were combined into two strange long knives with thirteen knots in an instant. The long knife was like a scorpion's tail, and the combined scimitar also presented a unique arc moon shape of the scimitar of the Western Regions.

The moment he saw the two scimitars appear, Yan Jin blurted out:

"Red Scorpion!?Are you the Dark Blade?"

Hearing the cold-faced man's words, Ao Cangfeng's face was also slightly stunned, and he asked in disbelief:

"Lord Yan, are you saying that this person is the ninth 'Dark Blade' on the killer list?"

The leader of the brocade guard, who was holding the Ugin straight knife, said with a gloomy face:

"Although I have never fought with him, according to the information gathered by our Jinyi Guard, there is only one Dark Blade in the rivers and lakes who can use the two red scorpions in his hands. ”

Vigilantly staring at the black-robed man's every move, Ao Cangfeng asked puzzledly:

"But isn't Dark Blade a killer of Yipintang, how can he get mixed up with the people of the Ming Sect?"

After being silent for a moment, Yan Jin also said with some doubts:

"It's hard to say, it may be that the remnants of the Mingjiao have hired people from Yipintang, or it may be that there are already Mingjiao's desires in Yipintang......"

Watching the two of them coldly and talking for a long time, the man wrapped in the black robe suddenly shouted in a hoarse voice:

"That's enough! Rather than guessing there yourself, it's better to wait until you die and ask the Underworld Lord!"

The voice fell, the man's figure flashed, and in the next second, he had rushed to the front of the arrogant wind. The two scimitars in his hands danced up and down, and the head and face were slashed towards the young man with the negative sword.

Caught off guard, the arrogant wind blocked with a horizontal sword. With a clanging sound, the scimitar called the red scorpion slammed into the giant sword again and again. The sparks and qi exploded in circles, and the figure of the sword-bearing boy involuntarily slid backwards with each impact.

Seeing that the arrogant wind around him was a little overwhelmed, Yan Jin stabbed straight with a horizontal knife and stabbed the black-robed assassin in the waist and abdomen. Unexpectedly, the figure of the man nicknamed Darkblade suddenly spun sharply, and the red scorpion in his hand stretched out like a whip. Under the horrified gaze of Yan Jin and Ao Cangfeng, the two long knives that were really like scorpion tails actually wrapped around the two of them like two giant pythons.

Wielding the weapons in their hands vigorously, the sword-bearing boy and the cold-faced man did their best to resist the advance of the black-robed assassin's strange weapon. But unconsciously, the two of them had been forced back to both sides by repeated attacks, just letting go of the only way to Zhu Yuanzhang.

The next moment, the black-robed man's hands shook suddenly. The two python-like chain blades suddenly converged, and they actually merged around his body to form a protective weapon similar to the Qiankun Circle. Before Ao Cangfeng and Yan Jin could figure out what was going on, the Dark Blade Assasin's body spun sharply, driving the huge gear around him and strangling Zhu Yuanzhang who was unconscious.

In the horror, Zhu Wei, who was frightened by what happened, threw herself on her father regardless of it, wanting to use her petite body to block the fatal blow.

Yan Jin and Ao Cangfeng, who were forced to retreat, also suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter. The two of them, who also had a one-grade celestial realm, adjusted their collective true qi at the same time, and beckoned their respective housekeepers to the black-robed man who was hurrying over.

The cold-faced man suddenly held the knife in both hands, placing the Ugin straight knife diagonally at his side, and the energy around him was agitated, and the ground under his feet was crushed by the true qi released from him.

Suddenly, the Ugin straight knife in Yan Jin's hand was wrapped in a violent spinning energy, and then the cold-faced man shouted:

"Tempest!"

With a broken shout, Yan Jin swung his knife upward, and a whirlwind with a diameter of a foot rose from the ground and swept in the direction of the black-robed assassin.

Assasin, who was whirling in a hurry, suddenly saw a violent whirlwind rushing towards him, and his body was still in mid-air, and he was instantly swallowed up by the whirlwind formed by the condensation of sword qi. The pull was so strong that he couldn't control his body at all, and at the same time, wind blades shot at him from all directions. The red scorpions that were connected to the ring around him immediately flipped up and down, blocking the wind blades from their master's body. After a dozen heels in succession, Darkblade Assasin struggled to break free from the whirlwind.

Ao Cangfeng, who was waiting for an opportunity to move on the side, slowly drew an arc of the giant sword in his hand, and in an instant, the phantom of twelve big swords appeared in front of him. The young man's eyes flashed, and he immediately pointed the giant sword in his hand straight at the black-robed assassin who had just landed.

"Sword Qi is rampant!"

The young man shouted violently, and the flying swords formed by the condensation of twelve sword qi shot towards Assasin like a rain of swords. In the midst of the horror, the assassin who ranked ninth on the killer list turned sharply, and the red scorpion scimitar wrapped around his body spiraled up, colliding with those sword qi hard-hitting each other.

With a thud, a group of energetic explosions exploded, and the twelve sword qi only forced the black-robed assassin back three feet, and then disappeared into nothingness. But not before Assasin could catch his breath.

Ao Cangfeng, who used all his strength to strike, wrapped his hands in front of him, and used his strength to condense a continuously gathering cyclone, and the giant sword was rapidly spinning and floating in the center of the cyclone.

"Break the Sky!"

Another burst of shouts rang out, and the boy slammed his palms to push. The rapidly constricting cyclone burst open, and the giant sword swung out four or five waves of air-breaking qi like a drill and stabbed straight into the frightened Assasin.

The sword came in an instant, and the panicked Assasin's hands danced wildly, and the scimitar called the red scorpion once again turned into two long whips and coiled towards the giant sword that shot at it.

The piercing sound of metal grinding suddenly sounded, and the red scorpion was dead entangled in the giant sword that flew from the stab. Large sparks burst out from the place where the two intersected, but in an instant, those joints shaped like flying knives were shocked away by the sharp sword of the giant sword.

The next moment, the five-foot-seven-inch sword swooped across Assasin's chest, sinking deep into the solid stone wall behind him and reaching the hilt.

Poof, a small scratch opened on the chest of the black-robed man, and the dark blade Assasin, who had experienced a hundred battles, was actually scratched in the chest by a sword from a junior who had never seen it before.

The man wrapped in the black robe gently wiped the blood that oozed out, and said coldly:

"Good sword, boy, I remember you!"

Ao Cangfeng, who had succeeded in the first blow, smiled disdainfully, and then instinctively pulled back with his left-handed sword, and shouted in his mouth:

"Back to the wind and the geese!"

But the next moment, everyone present was stunned. The sword-bearer shouted as if he had hidden a killing move, but nothing happened.

The corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally, and Ao Cangfeng suddenly realized that the short sword that he used in the past had long been destroyed in the dungeon, and at this moment, how could there be any return to the wind and the wild goose.

Assasin, who was frightened by the sudden sound of the sword-bearing boy, was on guard for a long time, but nothing happened. Just breathed a sigh of relief, but saw a flash of black light in front of him, and Yan Jin, who had a frosty face, was already holding the black gold knife in his hand and stabbed it towards his heart.

"Broken thoughts!"

As the cold-faced man broke up, he turned into a black light and rushed towards the black-robed assassin who was stunned. This move was so powerful that it even dragged an afterimage in the air. In the panic, Assasin had no way to avoid it, and at this time he had no protection of the red scorpion in his hands, so he could only take it with his flesh and blood.

The black-robed man's figure retreated sharply, and Yan Jin held the black gold knife and pressed forward step by step. With a bang, Assasin's back had already touched the stone wall behind him, and Yan Jin's straight knife was already pressing on his chest. Assasin's body shifted slightly, and he allowed the Ugin straight knife to pierce into his left chest without resistance.

Blood splattered, and the long-lost Ugin knife plunged deep into the chest of the assassin nicknamed Darkblade. But just when Yan Jin was glad that he had succeeded in one blow, the cold-faced man suddenly saw a hideous sneer flash at the corner of the black-robed assassin's mouth, and saw that his hands were firmly grasping his shoulders like steel claws, and the next moment, Yan Jin felt in horror countless fierce murderous aura coming from behind him.