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The night was empty, and the sound of broken footsteps could be heard in the fog where no one was around.

Along the edge of the border between Baihong Lake and the Xia family in the east, the delicate young man scattered to the end.

At the end is where the main stream converges, and the fog appears particularly hazy.

"This is it. Xia Ren muttered to himself, feeling the figure behind him wanting to walk out, he said sharply: "Hide, don't be discovered!"

The big-headed girl wrapped in a blackened cloak nodded, sinking into the deeper shadows, holding her breath.

Many years ago, when she just escaped from Qinglian Villa, she hid a lot, so she still knows how to do it.

Xia Ren glanced up at the giant bamboo pontoon bridge in front of him, and the mist was spreading out from the tributaries of Baihong Lake, making the already starless and moonless night even more hazy.

"Well, give it a try. ”

He crouched down slightly, stretched out his palm, and squinted at the lake in front of him.

"Ghost Formation Thirty-Nine.Mist!"

A low curse sound suddenly sounded in his ears, and a miserable white breath like a white snake flowed down his hand to the lake, and the surface of the lake that was touched suddenly rippled, and if someone looked at his reflection, he could only see a bloody grimace.

At first, it was the size of a basin, but the rippling surface of the lake soon spread out like a slow-moving, eerie ripple of water.

At the same time, there is also a fog, which is not the same as the ordinary night mist, with a palpitating gloom, as if once you step in, you will never be able to get out.

"The consumption of true qi in this formation is really huge, if it is an ordinary grandmaster, I am afraid it can only last for half a minute at most. Xia Ren couldn't help but sigh as he felt the faster and faster consumption of true qi in his body.

This consumption is not average, but is increasing at a faster and faster rate, but correspondingly, the strange water ripples are spreading faster and faster.

In less than a minute, the surface of the lake was already covered by hundreds of meters.

Xia Ren felt the true qi in his body, and it seemed that he had only consumed a little, so he didn't care about it, and continued to urge the miserable white true qi.

Suddenly, there was the sound of running on the road behind him.

"Hurry, hurry! He's here!"

"Well, I saw him just now, I don't know what the hell is by the lake?"

"What can a boy from a divided family do? I'm afraid I'm not looking for a grave for myself, right?"

Dozens of torches swept away the fog around the future and brightened up.

The old man in Huafu walked out slowly, and he said in a cold tone: "Although I don't know what you did, it's all over." ”

He looked at the boy who was far away from the lake, with his back to them, and for some reason he felt a terrible feeling.

This feeling is really not like the head of the house at all!

Is he really the son of the head of the family?

Such a thought flashed through the Great Elder's mind, and the next moment, he waved his hand lightly and said, "Kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several black shadows rushed out like a swift wind, and the long sword in his hand was more hidden in the mist, each sword aimed at the vital point of the young man.

or the heart, or the center of the eyebrows, or the skull, or even from the sky to the top of the head of the hundred acupoints.

"What a fool! You actually came to the island in the middle of the lake, don't you know that the island is the Jackdaw Pavilion?" the Great Elder smiled disdainfully, and he turned around, not even wanting to look at it anymore.

It seems that I need to find a concubine to pinch my shoulders tonight, the young lady of the scholarly family in the city who has just been included in the house is not bad, if the third child is not there, just let yourself take care of her, and it can be regarded as a brotherhood.

Several rays of light flashed in the darkness, crisscrossing into a murderous net.

"Die!"

The killers of Jackdaw Pavilion grinned grimly.

But soon their laughter froze, accompanied by the shattering of all the chills.

That killer sword made of stainless steel was shattered!

Xia Ren slowly turned around and grinned, revealing Bai Sensen's teeth: "The night is long, why rush for a while." ”

"Wait for me a little longer, just a little longer. ”

Such inexplicable and seemingly calm words made the assassins in the Jackdaw Pavilion stunned for a moment.

If such a person says such a thing to them on a daily basis, then that person is either a fool or a dead person.

But in this situation, they all have an ominous premonition in their hearts.

Kill him, kill him! Otherwise, something terrible will happen.

A sharp birdsong suddenly broke through the sky, and the birdsong carried a strange rhythm.

This is the code to summon the Jackdaw Court.

Suddenly, in the darkness, the door of the bamboo hut on the island in the middle of the lake slowly opened, and a silent wind blew on the other side of the giant bamboo pontoon, followed by the sound of the giant bamboo gently tapping the water frequently.

Xia Ren knew that every time there was a sound of water, a good killer came out of the island!

For killers, the fog is simply the best fighting environment, because it hides their figures, their murderous aura, and their swords.

But for Xia Ren, such a hidden is only pediatric.

If he wanted to, he could feel the hearts and breath of the Assassins.

The assassins were around, and if it was daylight, they would have seen ring after ring of light, slowly spinning, encircling the young man in the middle.

The Great Elder, who had already turned around, also looked solemn at this time, the scene just now gave him a great shock, he would rather believe that he was dreaming now than admit that this kid from the split family could directly smash the previous sword qi.

"It must be a prop, it's a consumable prop given by the Tang Sect!

It seems that this is the only explanation!

The Great Elder raised his voice and said, "Kill!"

Whoa!

Countless sword lights converged, dense like overlapping spider webs, and the Jackdaw Pavilion killer was the spider who was good at hunting, and at this time they had only one prey, the young man in the middle, the disciple of the split family.

Dangdangdang!

Vertical and horizontal flashes.

There was a myriad of crisp sounds of metal shattering in the darkness.

The killers were like moths to a fire, each sword with a strange and brilliant light, but the moment they came into contact with the delicate young man, they suddenly shattered.

Every sword stabbed out must be accompanied by a sword shattering!

After so many back and forth, no one went back and forth.

The swords are all broken, what are they going to put on?

Quiet, very quiet!

But no one noticed that the fog around them had become thicker, and those fogs were so strange that they were not spreading in all directions, but like some kind of heavy white beast dragging its body and crawling in all directions!

Everywhere he went, the light dissipated, revealing an ominous whiteness.

In the silence, another black light appeared.

The black light was quiet and low, stabbing out inadvertently, and even the killers around it didn't notice.

It was a bladeless sword with only a sharp point, it was the best assassination sword, and the person holding the sword was also the best killer in the Jackdaw Pavilion, the genius killer of the Zong family, Xia Wusheng, the master of the Jackdaw Pavilion!

As soon as the sword was stabbed, it was already in front of the beautiful young man, as if the space was compressed into a little by this sword.

And where the tip of the sword pointed, it turned out to be his softest eyes!

Xia Wusheng's face was like ice, his hands were very steady, and there was no trembling at all.

If the sword is not pious, how can he use the sword?

This was taught to him by a strange person he met when he was wandering in the rivers and lakes in his early years. This sentence also became his motto, and it has always accompanied him as the master of Jackdaw Pavilion.

It's just that when I went to the rivers and lakes to explore the strange person back then, I couldn't find it again. Not only that, but it was as if the man had never existed at all.

Therefore, Xia Wusheng worshiped the Naqi people as gods, and he called himself "a sword given by God" for this sword.

The sword is silent, snatching people's souls!

However, Xia Ren closed his eyes, and where the internal force penetrated, the soul-sewitching sword was actually blocked by his eyelids, and he couldn't advance an inch!

"Are you itching me?" said Xia Ren lightly, while the finger of his left hand popped out casually.

Xia Wusheng was not in a hurry, he was not even moved, and when he missed, his body quickly retreated, and at the same time he quickly raised his sword to block, which can be said to be the best countermeasure.

However, the middle finger finally flicked into the narrow blade of the sword.

A crisp "Kara" sound!

The bladeless sword is broken.

Xia Wusheng snorted, and the whole person was like a kite with a broken string, flying far away and falling into the group of killers.

There was silence all around, and the Great Elder was dumbfounded, this young man in front of him was really the young man from the split family? Are you kidding?