The rain in Chang'an came quickly and fiercely.

It was the first rain of autumn, and the streets and alleys were swept with autumn coolness.

At the gate of Chang'an Heavenly Prison, the guard with a long sword hanging from his waist stood in the rain curtain, like a piece of wood, not moving at all.

"Knock Knock ......"

In the heavy rain, an ancient bell on the top of the prison was suddenly runged, and the low voice echoed in the rainy night.

"Brush!"

For a moment, the guard at the gate of the heavenly prison quickly drew his long sword with a solemn expression.

This ancient bell has never been rung since the construction of the Chang'an Heavenly Prison. When the ancient bell rings, it only means one thing, there is a prisoner escaping!

At the sound of the bell, a hundred Janissaries in armor rushed to the gate of the prison one after another, and set up a solemn posture, and the rain washed the blades of their swords brightly.

As the gate of the prison was slowly opened, everyone's eyes lit up.

I saw a straight sword qi, like lightning, sweeping towards me with a majestic momentum.

The floodgates were fully opened, and out came a man in ragged clothes, bearing dozens of scars of different old and new.

He walked out of the cell door quickly, and the blood on his sword was immediately washed away by the rain.

He looked at the hundred corpses in front of him with a flat face, and the blood was stained like a river.

"Boom!"

Lightning and thunder roared, and the rain suddenly became more intense. The man's body quickly disappeared into the alley with the wind under his feet.

At the same time, from the other direction of the prison, a black shadow leaped over the roof of the house, galloping in this direction, walking like the wind. Finally, it came to an abrupt halt on top of a broken tile house.

"Zhao Xinji, do you still recognize me?"

The black shadow was dressed in a cloak, and the rain kept falling on the edge of the hat, and a thin stalk quietly poked out of the robe.

The man frowned, and was quickly relieved: "I didn't expect to see Mo Jian Si, it seems that Chang'an has not changed much in the past ten years." ”

His right hand began to exert force, and he gripped the hilt of his sword, and a trace of bright red blood oozed from his shabby green shirt. At the same time, his breathing became rapid. However, the right hand holding the sword is as steady as Mount Tai.

"I'm curious. A man's deep voice appeared under his robe, "Since you were willing to be arrested ten years ago, what drove you to escape from prison?"

"I've been in prison for a long time, and I want to come out to breathe. ”

"It's as simple as that?"

"It's as simple as that. The man took a deep breath and said, "Let's get out of the sword......