'Good boy, how can this young master let you get your wish!'

Qin Yan snorted coldly, the sword shadow in the sky dissipated, his figure had caught up with the escaped person like light smoke, a sword avoided the dagger in the opponent's hand, the left claw poked out like lightning, grabbed the person's neck in the spilled blood, grabbed his throat and twisted it violently, under the four eyes, the look in the person's eyes quickly dimmed, and his head was tilted to the side weakly.

Although his left hand was a little paralyzed, he was still unambiguous in his ability to kill people.

And what about the other one?

Qin Yan let go of the corpse in his hand, turned to look at the last person who had retreated to the entrance of the lobby, and saw the undisguised horror in the killer's eyes.

This was the person who attacked Qin Yan from the room and poisoned his left hand. This guy was dressed in a tight gray suit, covering his whole body tightly, revealing only a pair of eyes. Under Qin Yan's gaze, he put away the thin blade in his hand and turned to pull out the long sword behind him.

'Assassin with a sword?'

Qin Yan suddenly felt that this person's figure was a little familiar, so he opened his mouth and said tentatively: "Listen to Xue Jian?"

The Grey Killer was silent, seemingly acquiescing to this statement.

At this time, Fang Qiuyao also solved the opponent, walked to Qin Yan's side and asked, "Is he just listening to the Snow Sword?" ”

Not only is his eyes good, but his heart is also very good. Have you ever heard of his 'flying sword' stunt? Getting a person's head within twenty steps is invincible, you have to be careful, don't be unaware that he takes the head to receive the bounty. ”

"My head isn't worth anything......"

Listening to Xue Jian's conversation between these two people, he couldn't help but be murderous. However, he had some doubts and didn't dare to make a quick move.

I remember the last assassination, these two people were just small characters worth mentioning, but they hadn't seen each other for a few days, and they were unexpectedly, unexpectedly......

The damned traitors Xin Xian and Doctor Liu didn't show up, and they had already lost most of their manpower, and it seemed that they had really planted themselves at Grandma's house. Should I wisely give up this assassination and go back to persuade the owner to give up the deal?

At this time, Qin Yan's words came, causing a flame of anger to suddenly rise in his heart, "Listen to Miss Liu, this Xue Jian is a woman, I don't think it looks like it, what do you think?"

"Ah, this ......" Fang Qiuyao's answer was a little hesitant. He was an upright young man, and he was deeply constrained by etiquette, and when he heard that the other party was a woman, he didn't dare to look closely.

Qin Yan didn't have this kind of scruples, his gaze was direct and naked, and he couldn't wait to peel off the Tingxue Sword to see. Under his scorching gaze, Listening to Xue Jian felt as if he was standing naked in the ice and snow without clothes, and his whole body was cold. A deep anger flashed in his eyes, and his right hand suddenly reached out, and the murderous aura that had been accumulated for a long time exploded at this moment. Qin Yan's eyes dazzled, and he saw an astonishing bright light cut through his vision and shot in front of him like lightning.

Listening to Xuejian's "flying sword" stunt, which is considered to be a killer, it is really very sharp. The sword aura that occupied the field of vision and the cold glow that crushed the wind were all metaphors for the terrifying death power contained in this blow. If Qin Yan hadn't recovered two percent of his spiritual power, he probably wouldn't have been able to stop this sword no matter what.

Even now, he had to gather all his strength, slash his sword like a wall, and block it with a heavy and mighty momentum, so that he could smash it away when the sword qi was coming.

"Khoosh!" the heavy momentum collided, and the sharp sound shook the eardrums.

The flying sword was knocked into a whirlwind, and the remaining energy smashed through the wooden door next to it, and it was thrown into the house with a flurry of sawdust. Qin Yan's body trembled, and his left foot stepped back heavily, and then shot up with a swift momentum, rushing towards the Tingxue Sword ten steps ahead.

"Come and don't be rude, try my sword!"

Before the sword arrived, the sharp cold light had already enveloped Tingxue Sword's body. The boundless cold descended on the earth, and ice particles condensed from the void, following the sword shadow that shot fiercely, and sprinkled towards the defenseless Tingxue sword.

This sword that swept through the wind and snow was faster and more fierce than the sword just now, and it could really pierce through Bingyue and tear Yunjin apart.

In the center of the murderous aura, listening to the roar of thunder in the ears of the snow sword, there was an illusion in front of him that the thunder that was turning upside down and crossing the sky was slashing towards him, as if he would be torn in half in the next second, and he couldn't resist the idea in his heart.

'This sword intent is already the power of heaven and man——'

He was horrified in his heart, his hands and feet seemed to be imprisoned by the ice, and he couldn't move for half a minute. However, he is also a top master who has experienced countless battles, and his mind was only taken away for a moment, and then he gave birth to the will of unyielding death, and at the moment of life and death, he drew a quenching dagger from his sleeve, and endured the pressure of his limbs being torn apart by the sword intent, and performed the most exquisite and simple life-saving stunt he had learned in his life......

As the sword qi ran through, Qin Yan suddenly heard a strange rustling sound in his ears again. Like the waves of the sea, like the wind blowing the pine waves, and like the noisy market, it contains a certain mysterious rhythm, knocking on his spiritual pass.

He originally wanted to suppress this auditory hallucination and take the life of Tingxue Sword in one fell swoop, but at this time, his heart suddenly moved, and he suddenly found that this mysterious voice contained a mystery that fit the heavens and the earth, such as the sound of fairy music and Buddha, revealing to him a corner of the true meaning of the avenue.

Tingxue Jian's life can be taken in the future, but the opportunity to realize morality is rare. So he stopped and concentrated on the change in the rhythm of the sound in his ears.

The voice is sometimes tactful and low, like a woman whispering, sometimes majestic and majestic, if the Sanskrit voice is sung high, the charm is inexplicable...... Qin Yan obviously felt that there was an obscure truth described in it, but he couldn't grasp its essence, and could only linger in place......

He pondered for a long time and still found nothing, and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed. This strange sound harassed himself three times and twice tonight, is it just a trick by the killers to disturb the enemy?

Fang Qiu Yao saw him suddenly stand still, guessing that he must be feeling some kind of sword dao, he didn't dare to make a sound to disturb, and he didn't even dare to take a step to chase after the injured Tingxue Jian who fled.

Listening to Xue Jian retreat again and again.

He was short of breath and his pace was disorganized, and he retreated and retreated until he slammed open the door of the inn and retreated into the street covered in night. It's not that he can't run away anymore, it's just that he is a little unwilling in his heart, and he still wants to ask the truth.

The sword that Qin Yan stabbed at him, although it didn't hit the actual place, it was only the moment when the sword qi touched his body, and it also severely injured the meridians of his left arm, causing him to drip blood along the way, from the inn lobby to the middle of the street, connecting a blood line on the way back.

Listening to Xue Jian's hatred, he stared at the motionless figure in the hall, and his right hand and finger on his left arm were heavily focused a few times, sealing several important points. But the blood still didn't stop completely, and a drop of it flowed down, staining a large dark spot on the gray robe.

He tried to force out the remaining sword qi on his arm, but he only let out a muffled snort, and his face became more and more pale, so he had to give up the idea. After a moment of pranayama, he stared at the still unmoved figure in the inn, and couldn't help but ask, "Why did you keep your hand?"

The voice is as crisp as water, and there is a bit of coquettishness in the shame. Listening to Xue Jian, it was really a woman.