The night is always cold, as cold as the heart of a lonely person, but it is also dangerous, because the most sensitive and terrible killers will always come to the world in the cloak of night, and they know how to use the knife in their hands to sharply cut a person's connection with the world.

The blood is hot, the knife is cold, and the knife is so clean and neat that it does not stain any flaw in the world, but the heart of the person who holds the knife is greedy, ugly, and dirty.

The blade of the knife sank into the flesh of the person little by little, piercing the internal organs, and the cloth of the clothes of the knife man made a hissing sound under the emotionless piercing of the tip of the knife, and the blade of the shining cold star broke through the ground!

The man who was stabbed was whimpering with blood, staring at the person in front of him with a pair of painful eyes, he really didn't understand how this person could be so calm when he killed himself? He suddenly stretched out his hands as if he was struggling before death, grabbed his shirt fiercely, gritted his teeth, and said, "What are your intentions?"

"I'm going to die, what do you want to know about this?" said the man who used the knife expressionlessly, and after speaking, he suddenly pulled the knife in his hand out of his body, and the blood mist gushed out, and the Xuanmen disciple who was hit by the knife immediately fell into a pool of his own blood, although he was unwilling to die without complaining, there would be such a fast knife technique in the world, and he fell down without a single move he had learned all his life.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked, dying, but still struggling to ask, as if he couldn't swallow Huangquan Road without hearing their true identities.

Almost instantly, the Xuanmen disciples stationed at the mountain gate were all wiped out under the cold and piercing blades of this group of people, and more than a dozen swordsmen stood up from the pool of blood, facing the bloody mountain wind, and the drunkard who seemed to have drunk the wine was extremely happy and said: "We are the people of the Kuaidaotang!"

"No wonder, it turned out to be a "life and death knife, wouldn't it be happy" fast knife hall, but my Xuanmen and you have always been well water does not interfere with river water, I don't know when it blocked your financial route, and you are going to suffer from this bloody disaster?" The disciple raised his head and said without a blind eye.

"The rule of our Kuaidaotang has always been to take people's money and save people from disasters, and if we want to kill you, naturally someone will pay for your life. A knife man carefully wiped the blood stains on the knife and smiled.

"Who? Who—" The disciple wanted to know more, but he only managed to survive here in one breath and lost his life.

"Your sworn enemy, the new leader of the Holy Worship Sect, Ye Wuchang. The blade in the swordsman's hand was polished, and the man was very satisfied with the clean blade, which meant that he was about to taste new blood and harvest new life.

"Take off their clothes and put them on, since we are here to carry out an assassination mission, we should look like assassinations. The leader of the swordsman commanded to the crowd.

"We are not yin and yang, why hide our heads and show our tails, just rush in and kill them, and take the money and leave?" A knife man felt that it was really aggrieved to wear dead people's clothes in the middle of the night, so he raised his voice and refused.

"It's because you always have such thoughts, so we can only be first-class swordsmen, but we can't be first-class killers, a killer should be like a weapon, and there should be no other thoughts except obedience!" The swordsman at the head shot a cold light in his eyes and roared.

In the quiet tearoom, the boiling water is bubbling and moving, and the violently surging water bubbles seem to overturn the lid of the teapot, and the overflowing tea splashes on the red charcoal fire, sizzling white gas. Jing'an sat cross-legged on the futon, and there was a strange fragrance from nowhere on the tip of his nose, which was not a natural and refreshing smell of flowers and trees, nor was it an artificially blended spice taste, it was an indescribable smell, faint, like the Qingming after the rain poured into the room, but after the first-class trickle into the nose of the person, it immediately became a dark night orchid-like demagoguery, and the acupoints around the body seemed to be forbidden and could not move, and the internal force was as deep as a person like Jing'an, and his body was as shaky as a toppled mountain, he struggled to support it, and said silently: " I haven't walked on the rivers and lakes for too long, and I will fall for such a trick. ”

The figure hurried by, the shadow of the knife flashed in the darkness in front of the window like a frightening cloud, and a bright red mist of blood stained the entire screen window.

With a loud bang, Jing An suddenly looked up, and saw that the door of his tea room was kicked to the ground, and the corners of his eyes twitched: "If Jing Ruo is here, I will definitely feel distressed again!"

The dust cleared, and a knife man carried a knife on his shoulder, and looked at the sweaty Jing'an unexpectedly: "The poison of those Miao people is really easy to use, I can't imagine that Lao Tzu is killing the master of the Xuanmen Jingzi generation today is easier than cutting a cabbage, hahaha!"

Hearing this, Jing An used all his strength to desperately mobilize the true qi of his whole body, wanting to break through the acupoints around his body and fight with him.

The man was still laughing madly, but he suddenly took a breath of cool air, paused all the laughter, and all the scenes in front of him were instantly covered with a scarlet film, blurred! There was a cold liquid rolling down from the corner of his eye, and he instinctively reached out to touch it, and it was blood and tears! When he touched it again, his nose, ears, and mouth were oozing blood!

The knife in his hand fell in fear, and his whole body fell straight to the ground like a tall tree!

Jing Yi, who was standing behind him, still stretched out the sword finger that had just been pointed at the death hole behind him, and as soon as the man fell, she immediately let out a violent coughing sound in her throat.

Without waiting for the shocked Jing'an to come back to his senses, Jingyi didn't dare to delay, and as soon as he raised his foot, the whole person had already arrived in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, his fingering flew up, and he hit several key points around Jing'an's body, the airflow agitated, and Jing'an gasped and was finally able to move.

"What's going on?" asked Shizuki's first sentence eagerly as he moved.

"I don't know, there are both swordsmen raised by the Kuaidao Hall and Miao people with mysterious whereabouts, all of them are coming towards my Xuanmen, I don't know who else is coming besides them!" Jingyi panted.

"How could they easily let them attack, how can my Xuanmen also be a major sect in the martial arts, how can they kill indiscriminately like they have entered a no-man's land?" Jing An thought of the unscrupulous figure of the man just now, and said in astonishment.

"The small sect has just ended, and many disciples have not returned after coming down the mountain, and the disciples who stayed behind are more or less relaxed, probably they took advantage of this opportunity to attack the mountain!" Jing Yi said calmly.

"We have never had anything to do with the Kuaidao Hall, and there is no way to talk about it on Miao Jiang's side, so good, how could they suddenly join forces to attack my Xuanmen?" Jing'an really couldn't understand.

"I think it's not them who really want to put our Xuanmen to death, but someone else, this person can not only invite the Miao Poison Sect thousands of miles away, but even the fast knife hall with a thousand dollars, such a strength should not be underestimated!" Jing Yi said.

"Who could that be?" Shizugishi exclaimed.

"It doesn't matter who it is, as long as it's not a holy religion. As he spoke, he was faintly uneasy.