Under the Wangjiang platform, the blue-gray wind is like a shuttle through the string, speeding in the middle of the street, going and not looking back.

The black robe was like a black bat, raising its wings and streaking across the night sky. The ghostly silhouette of the Aotian Pavilion stood under the clouds, with the moon shadow on its back, towering and mysterious.

Unconsciously Xie Junhe had gone to the courtyard wall. Turning over and dismounting, the blue-gray color of the wind immediately disappeared into the depths of the night like a whirlwind.

Only the black courtyard wall remained eerily silent. No one—neither the shadow of the white-clothed holy envoy nor the shadow of the bloodghost—was completely invisible, let alone sound!

Strange, if there is no attacker, is it not even the defender who is gone?" Xie Junhe frowned deeply. Boom! Fireworks burst into the sky overhead, lighting up the air and igniting the smell of blood in the air.

Xie Junhe walked cautiously. He was very familiar with the topography of Aotian Pavilion, and there was a courtyard wall in the northwest that was particularly low, and he used to climb over the wall from there every time and escape to Huayue Tower to drink.

The low wall is just ahead.

Just as he was about to jump, a large hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder.

"Who?"

Looking back vigilantly, Zhao Haijun's long black shadow was behind him and smiled sharply: "Aren't you afraid that you will go here and die without a place to be buried?"

"Why be afraid?" Xie Junhe was extremely angry.

Zhao Haijun was still smiling: "There are many sulfur saltpeters in the Aotian Pavilion, tung oil candle wax. If you want to turn to ashes, give it a try!"

"Nonsense!" Xie Junhe glared at him fiercely, his eyes full of boiling murderous aura. At the same time, the scabbard in his hand turned awe-inspiringly, and the tip of the scabbard had already touched Zhao Haijun's heart. The remnant sword was half-exposed with a blade, reflecting the cold of the moon. The famous wound on the sword's body glowed with scarlet light.

"There is a kind," Zhao Haijun said without changing his face, "However, if you die in vain, Chu Tao will also be trapped on the north shore." ”

Xie Junhe's killing intent was not weakened in the slightest.

"Chu Tao once told you that your posture of wanting human lives is really disgusting!" Zhao Haijun sighed, "I just kindly reminded you that Aotian Pavilion is a dangerous place now. ”

"Where does sulfur saltpeter come from?" Xie Junhe asked. In his opinion, Zhao Haijun's seemingly cooperative and extremely dishonest posture really made people want to smoke him to death.

"It was originally a reserve of the Qin family, which was used to cast firearms, defend against bandits in the north, and compete with Chu Tao on the south bank. The Qin family's martial artists have been careful about this. However, Jiang Shaoyun had already coveted it, and I guess he had already wanted to raze the Qin family to the ground. You've been in the Qin family for so long, and you don't know that the Qin family's Aotian Pavilion has always hoarded such dangerous things?"

Xie Junhe laughed miserably: "I just listen to the order and kill people." "In those years, what he knew was only not known. What Qin Xiao needs is a killer, no blood, no enthusiasm, no warmth at all, how can he let him know too much......?

There's no time to think about more. Looking up, the silent tower of the Aotian Pavilion brewed a strange black light in the dead silence.

Zhao Haijun raised his chin at him, and on the tower, a little black shadow swooped down, and in the dark night, only the bright eyes were clear and transparent. However, the translucent eyes suddenly slammed into the ground with a loud bang like burnt ashes. When Xie Junhe reacted, he saw a corpse lying horizontally at his feet, and the plasma was gurgling.

On the tower, a white shadow was smiling bitterly and coldly.

The strong man was thrown alive by this man.