Late at night, there was no light, just because the thick clouds on the horizon covered the full moon that wanted to stretch out its head to probe its brain.

The night is dark, and it is lively on weekdays, like the clouds and water gathering during the day, but tonight it is also in this moonless night, it becomes pitch black.

In the same dimly lit room of Wang Ruoli.

The evening breeze blew open the window, and a candle flame that lingered for a while was finally completely extinguished under the blowing of the evening breeze, turning into a few wisps of gray smoke and rising in a curling manner. A dark figure jumped into the windowsill at the moment when the candle flame went out, completely blending into the darkness in the room.

In the darkness, the Assassin slowly approached the wooden bed.

Suddenly, a sword aura shot out from behind the bed, revealing a maple red color in the darkness.

The assassin was stunned, as if he didn't expect Wang Ruoli, who should have been asleep, to be so alert, not only discovered himself, but also took the initiative to attack with his sword, and immediately turned his back to avoid Qiu Feng's sword qi.

"Who are you?" The bed curtain was opened, and Wang Ruoli jumped out with the remnants in his hand.

The Assassin did not reply, but raised his right hand, and a red flame burst from his palm, beating and burning in the darkness, and the light of the fire reflected the white palm that held the flame.

Wang Ruoli was about to ask again, when he saw the other party's palm flick, and the red flame flew directly towards him. At the moment, he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly harnessed the remnant sword, and a style of "Fengsheng" quickly slashed towards the red flames.

However, the crimson flame suffered a blow from Feng Sheng, and it was as if nothing happened, and it still flew over at an unparalleled speed, and Wang Ruo couldn't stop it, so he was caught by the red flame, stained his shirt, and burned.

Wang Ruoli was shocked, and hurriedly used his spiritual power to resist, wanting to extinguish the crimson flames, but what made Wang Ruoli even more shocked was that the crimson flames were so endless that they could not be extinguished!

Fortunately, Wang Ruoli made a decision immediately, otherwise, if the flames touched his body, I am afraid that he would be burned alive by the red flames.

Seeing that the other party's crimson flame was so powerful, Wang Ruoli dared to leave room for him, and immediately tried his best, and when he broke out the clothes, the remnants were in a hurry, the immortality fell red, the four types of continuous hair, and the sword trick continued. However, the assassin flickered left and right, his body was secretive, and none of Wang Ruoli's four sword moves could hit the other party, not even touch.

Wang Ruoli was both shocked and frightened, he was now a god-refining level Linggong powerhouse, and his strength realm was not weak, but the other party could outperform him by ten times just by virtue of his body speed

In such a battle situation, how can he be the opponent of the other party? Who is this assassin, who is even more terrifying than the Lingjun powerhouse, is it really a person from the Shenyuan Continent?

Wang Ruoli was a little unwilling, and once again made a move of "Immortal Falling Red" with a full slam of energy, but unfortunately he still couldn't hit the assassin. I saw the assassin standing with his hands on his hands, and there was some playfulness in his expression.

Wang Ruoli was willing to sit back and wait to be killed, and flew up in the air, and ninety-nine eighty-one long swords burst out, forming a poor sword formation, and besieging the assassins.

This time, the assassin did not dodge, but faced the sword of the end of the poor, but when he saw the sword shoot suddenly, the spirit was vigorous, just as the sword was about to die, the assassin's body suddenly shook, and then all the long swords of the sword formation of the end of the sword burst into red flames, burned, and finally turned into a pile of powder, sprinkled around the assassin's body, like ashes after sawdust had been burned.

Wang Ruoli's eyes were wide open, his heart was heavy, and he looked at everything that was happening in front of him in disbelief.

The assassin burned the Endless Long Sword, and suddenly raised his chest and head, and countless red flames erupted from his body, burning violently. Then the black clothes on his body turned into ashes and disappeared, turning red and bright, making it impossible to tell whether his body was replaced by a fiery red coat or a burning red flame.

However, the next scene made Wang Ruoli even more shocked, only to see that behind the assassin, when he stretched out, a pair of fiery red wings grew, and it was clearly visible that every red feather on the wings was burning in flames. The assassin with fire wings on his back in front of him was like the god of fire coming to the world, revealing a powerful momentum of domineering and domineering, which made people can't help but feel an urge to bow and worship.

In the firelight, it was dazzling and red, no matter how hard Wang Ruoli tried, he could never fully see the assassin's face, vaguely, as if he had known each other once, very familiar, and like across thousands of mountains, it was extremely unfamiliar, and he didn't even know why this strange feeling was born.

"Qiang Qiang ......" The assassin let out a loud phoenix roar, the phoenix roared for nine days, and the nine days shook through, so shocked that Wang Ruoli's head sank, and his body was weak, only to feel that under the sound wave of this phoenix, he was like a helpless grain of dust, which was slapped to the shore by a shocking wave, smashed through the wall, and rolled into the rainy room next door.

Wang Ruoli lay on the ground softly, feeling bitter in his heart, he and the other party were not in the same order of magnitude at all, and today it seemed that it was the end of ten deaths.

Wang Ruoli struggled to prop up half of his body with his hands, and looked sideways at the figure of the assassin in the firelight, but saw that the other party did not chase after him, but stood there quietly, as if staring at him for a long time

Later, the flames of the wings behind the assassin slowly became smaller, gradually weakened, and finally disappeared into thin air, along with the assassin's figure.

Although there was still a little smell of flames burning in the air, Wang Ruoli suddenly felt like a dream, who was the other party? What did he want to do? Obviously he had already defeated himself, why didn't he kill the killer, but suddenly disappeared?

Wang Ruoli was puzzled, sat up, and suddenly found that the injuries he had just been shocked by the assassin's Feng Ming seemed to have disappeared with the assassin.

Wang Ruoli looked around Yu Xiaoxiao's room, but he didn't see her figure, and he was even more confused, he didn't even alarm Yu Xiaoxiao when he was like this? As for the obscene-looking Sikong, Wang Ruoli didn't expect him to come over to help at all.

Just when Wang Ruoli was puzzled, he saw that the light in the inner room suddenly brightened, and between the light, there were a few traces of pink.

Wang Ruoli approached lightly, and saw a peach-colored screen in front of him, which was not only bright, but also conspicuous. However, when Wang Ruoli looked closely, he found that the picture on the screen was actually a picture of a man and a woman playing under the moon and melons and plums.

Wang Ruoxing was a little ashamed, he really didn't expect this inn to be so bold that it would use the picture of the Spring Palace as a bathroom screen. However, this painting is vividly and vividly, which makes people feel a little unsatisfied.

Behind the screen, there was a slight heat, and some mist rose up, making it even more hazy inside.

Wang Ruoli, who originally wanted to concentrate on the painting, couldn't help but be attracted by the scenery behind the screen. I saw that in the mist, there seemed to be a woman in the bath bucket, scooping half a scoop of bath water, gently pouring it on herself, splashing a string of splashes. It is strange to say that Wang Ruoli can see everything behind the screen from the screen, and even the water droplets sprinkled on the other party's body and the traces that flow smoothly from the delicate skin can be seen vividly. However, there seems to be an extremely subtle and just right hazy beauty, which makes people look at it and gain something, but they can't help but see it all, and they can't help but want to rush forward and see it all clearly.

Wang Ruoli approached the screen and asked worriedly, "Xiaoxiao?"

However, there was no response from behind the screen, only a soft murmur, as if it had been accidentally touched by the bath water, and a coquettish hum was made at the right time, which was heard in the ears and couldn't stop a burst of numbness.

At this time, the screen shook slightly, and it slowly moved to the side, revealing the beautiful scenery behind the screen.