Chapter 48: It cannot be used by a saint

The man in black is a shadow, of course a shadow.

He and Fan Xian quietly entered Dongyi City, and after making arrangements with the subordinates of the Supervision Bureau, they disappeared. When Fan Xian broke into the Jianlu, he was not there because Fan Xian knew that the six leaders of the Supervision Bureau would do what they would do once they saw Sigujian.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in the city lord's mansion and behind the city lord's body.

Sigujian slaughtered the lord's mansion tonight, and I don't know how many people have been killed, but no matter whether a person lives or dies, as long as his body exists, shadows will always be created under the sunshine, and the shadows are hidden in these shadows.

Being able to hide the perception of a great master, being able to appear before the three of them suddenly, and be able to capture the most fragile moment of the Sigu Sword. Shadow, the most powerful assassin in the world, undoubtedly, today's cultivation has been improved to the peak of his life.

Sigu Jian coughed in the wheelchair, coughing up blood, trembling all over, shrinking his body, and pale face. He slashed seven people with one sword, causing the Grandmaster who had been seriously injured to drag him for nearly three years to feel a little tired. The one that consumed his energy the most was Fan Xian's hands, which were filled with domineering true energy behind the wheelchair.

Since entering the city lord's mansion, Fan Xian's intentions were against Sigujian. Sigujian released the momentum extremely strongly and forced himself to suppress Fan Xian's thoughts. However, Fan Xian is now a powerful man of the ninth grade. In addition to killing people, Sigujian also has to bet on him and control his mind. It took too long to help but feel a little weak.

Of course, the most important thing is the injuries left on Dadong Mountain three years ago. Ye Liuyun poked out like a dragon in the clouds. The emperor of Qing Kingdom's kingly killing fist that broke the sky and broke the earth made the great master Sigujian seriously injured this time, and he was still breathing. It was time to run out of oil and dry up.

Shadow chose to take action at this moment, and he chose the most amazing moment.

In his hand was an ancient sword, cold as autumn water, and the sword light illuminated the entire city lord's mansion in an instant, and the stone steps seemed to turn into jade at the next moment.

Shadow's toes stepped on these jade-like stone steps, and pointed it lightly, every point. His people seemed to be lit up a little.

There were occasionally a few green leaves in the mansion, and they flew up at this time, accompanied by the sword that was so sad that the Mid-Autumn Wind and Rain in his hand added a bit of solemnity.

kill.

The ancient sword in Shadow's hand stabbed into the chest of Sigujian on the wheelchair. This sword was extremely simple, without any change, without any accumulation of momentum, and without even a trace of trembling. During the high-speed spike, the sword body was bright and thrust without waves, and it was extremely smooth.

Just bent your elbow, just flatten your wrist, just stab it out. It is just the simplest sword in the world.

Because it is simple, it is focused and powerful.

The shadow does not need to accumulate momentum, because he has been waiting for this sword for more than twenty years. He has accumulated it for more than twenty years.

It was too fast. When the green leaves floated up, I was shocked to find that I had fallen behind the man in black. I was about to reach the air in the city lord's mansion. After the ancient sword cut off his body, it was not too late to deform and made a howling sound.

Because it was fast, the surrounding environment did not have time to change, and the courtyard was still so quiet. The only place that changed was the shadow. He stepped on the toes of the jade steps, the light on his body, the front of the light, the sword with the most radiant light.

At this time, the tip of the sword was only one foot away from Sigu Jian’s chest, and Feng Lei was a sword.

In such a short time, Fan Xian had only had time to narrow his pupils a little. He knew the sword in Shadow's hand. When he assassinated His Majesty the Emperor in the Hanging Temple, Shadow held the sword in his hand.

Fan Xian even felt familiar with the sword of the shadow. Because outside the hanging temple and under the tall buildings, the golden chrysanthemums in the mountains and wild fields, the shadow once jumped out of the sun in white clothes and stabbed the emperor in front of him.

The shadow of that day was wearing white clothes, like a banished immortal in the sky, shining brightly, with a plain ancient sword in his hand, floating in his hand.

Today's shadow is still wearing black clothes, and it is still the plain ancient sword. The light on it is still blooming, but it carries a dark cold from the deepest part of the ground, like a resentful soul imprisoned for tens of thousands of years, and wants to release all resentment with this sword.

Fan Xian's hand was still holding the little emperor's waist. His pupils shrank slightly, but his body didn't have time to make any moves. His heart was shocked. Stepping on the stone steps, the sword coming from Qingye was so unstoppable, so fast that it was so fast that he couldn't even react at all, and had even vaguely broken through the time limit!

Shadow is the most powerful assassin in the world, and the closest protector of the night for the two masters of the Supervision Bureau. Since fleeing from Dongyi City, he has been immersed in the darkness and has never walked under the sun. Even though he stabbed in the Hanging Temple last time, the seemingly brilliant sword actually contains small intentions and caution. If he misses a blow, he will immediately withdraw.

Today, the shadow of the earth is completely different from the usual shadow. He seemed to be immersed in darkness and negative emotions. This sword was extremely open and upright. His decades of cultivation were condensed into this sword, leaving no way out for himself or any way out!

He just wanted to move forward, and chose to move forward with supreme courage and obsession, only to send this sword into the chest of the Sigujian. At this moment, Shadow is no longer an assassin, a swordsman, a vengeful swordsman, a swordsman worthy of respect and admiration.

The sword of Feng Lei is softer than the wind, more traceless, faster, more dazzling and more shocking than the thunder. This is the strongest sword that the shadow can use. Whether it is Fan Xian, Haitang or anyone, sitting in a wheelchair and suddenly facing this sword, I am afraid that I can't escape it.

Because this is the first sword that the shadow has truly stabbed in the past twenty years. It has used the long river of time and the resentful dark emotions to practice countless swords.

Even at the last moment when the sword tip broke through the air, it reached another level. Just like when Sigu Jian taught Fan Xian before, it could only be like this.

Nothing is faster than a person's heart, and no one is more determined, darker and brighter than Shadow's heart at this moment.

Darkness lies in hatred and complex emotions, and light lies in desperate determination.

Fan Xian's muscles were tight and the domineering true energy in his body was running rapidly. He just needed to take the little emperor to escape from the place as soon as his thoughts were reflected. However, in front of such a sword, he had no time to react.

The sword can be like the four-guard sword.

Although he had exhausted his energy, although he had been seriously injured for three years, and although he had slaughtered the city lord's mansion today, he was still a great master, a great master who could not be judged by common sense.

But Sigu Jian's expression was different from that at any time. His face was extremely pale. His eyes were extremely bright, and his right half shattered across the ground cheeks. At this moment, he was like an ugly and terrifying god, exuding awe-inspiring power.

Even the Grand Master would not underestimate such a sword, but the Grand Master was unable to move. Only one hand was left, and the only one he could move seemed to be this hand.

So Sigujian took action, raised his left arm, and spread his two fingers four inches in front of his chest. Then he stayed together.

He clamped Feng Lei's sword with two fingers.

Then his face became paler, his eyes became brighter, and his expression became more solemn, because the sword between his two fingers was still rushing forward.

Ah! The shadow is like the shadow of the Sigujian, tightly attached to the wheelchair, screaming wildly, like crazy, like crazy, like crying, like joy and anger, walking on the road of escape twenty years ago, holding the family and the family were full of destruction, and their parents were trampled down hard!

With a puff, Han Ruqiu Shui's ancient sword rubbed against the protruding knuckles of the Sigujian joints, making a squeaking sound, with a heart-pounding smell. It broke through the Sigujian's finger sword in an extremely powerful way and stabbed into Sigujian's chest!

The sword tip entered the master's body only two inches, and he could no longer move, because the eyes of Sigujian were lit up to the extreme, as if two stars were radiating light, hitting the shadow's equally pale face. His fingers were like two mountains, holding the shadow's wind and thunder sword between the rocks, and could no longer make an inch.

A momentary pause.

Fan Xian, who was pale, groaned muffled, grabbed the waist of the little emperor beside him, and flew up like a big bird, leaving behind the wheelchair, cutting through the sky, and floating under the green tree beside the mansion.

If he was still in the wheelchair, he might only be injured, but the little emperor would definitely die under the double attack of Sigujian and Shadow.

Floating under the green tree, Fan Xian forced his head back in the air with a pale face, and then saw a scene that made him thrilling and unforgettable forever.

Sigu Jian's face was extremely pale, and Shadow's face was extremely pale. The two brothers had never met again since the rainy night in Dongyi City. They were tightly pressed together at this time, and the cold faces were not interesting, but they were heartbreaking. Their bodies were very close, just in the middle... through a sword.

On the chest of Sigujian, a bunch of blood was brought out from the tip of the sword, and he was tenaciously trying to get in. However, the master seemed to have not felt anything at all. He just looked at the shadow with his bright and somewhat terrifying old eyes, and held the sword stably and terrifyingly with two fingers on his left hand.

Will, thoughts, just a glance, in an instant, the air in the courtyard of the city lord's mansion suddenly changed, as if countless wind blades were generated without reason, cutting the air and making hissing sounds, coming from all directions, along the strangely unseen tracks that were slashed towards the center.

Slashed towards the shadow.

Shadow was still wearing a lotus garment specially made by the Supervision Bureau. This kind of clothing was only obtained after three places developed many years. However, under the invasion of these sword energy, it only resisted for a moment and began to break fragilely, opening small holes, and the material of the clothing was turned on, like a baby's mouth.

Countless holes appeared on Shadow's body in an instant and began to seep out blood.

The Sigujian's real counterattack was not outside his body, but in Shadow's body. The powerful and cold blood-devouring sword intent mercilessly escaped into Shadow's body with this finger and this glance, causing his internal organs to shake at the same time. Blood oozed out of his body and flowed out along his lips.

On the pale face of the shadow, blood kept flowing out of his lips. Whether it was flowing or not, it seemed that there would never be a moment of rest.

The shadow didn't feel afraid at all, but instead laughed, a bitter smile appeared on his pale and ordinary face. The laughter resounded around the city lord's mansion, and there was a crazy cry in his laughter.

"ah!"

The shadow howled wildly, like a crazy beast crying because of some pain. He sent all the true energy in his body to the sword in his hand, not caring about the pain he suffered on his skin, only the distance between the tip of the sword and the heart of the Sigujian.

A powerful wave of air exploded between the two people, and the green leaves around the wheelchair were shattered into silk threads and turned into nothing!

After all, the wheelchair is not a human leg. With the full explosion of shadows, the wheelchair quickly retreated backwards, and the sword held by Sigujian's fingers was also exploring into his body at an extremely slow speed.

Sigu Jian's face became paler, his eyes became brighter, and his shadow's face became paler, and the blood flowed out of his lips became faster and faster. A bloody path flowed out from the ground!

Fan Xian saw this scene, two pale people, one vomited blood, and the other was silent, engaging in the craziest and calmest fight. His hands couldn't help but tremble. He didn't like Sigujian. He should have helped Shadow, but if he wanted to take action, he had already taken action behind Sigujian. With Sigujian's current incomplete body, Fan Xian and Shadow, two powerful men, exploded and attacked at the same time. I'm afraid there is a possibility of success.

The shadow will not be as painful, so sad and so painful as it is now!

However, Fan Xian never took action, just trembling and looked at this scene coldly. It had nothing to do with the agreement between Nan Qing and Dongyi City, and had nothing to do with the relationship between Si Gu Jian and his mother, Wu Zhu Uncle, and Mr. Fei Jie back then.

He promised to create an opportunity for revenge for the shadow, but he would not participate in the process of revenge of the shadow. Although he was not sure what past stories and secrets were found in the massacre of the lord's mansion in Dongyi City many years ago, he respected the shadow.

Shadow is a proud swordsman. At least today, he is not facing his brother as an assassin. The pride of Dongyi City, Shadow's heart is always fear and pain.

If Fan Xian took action at this time, the shadow would not agree. Fan Xian understood this very well, so he chose to watch and trembledly.

With a loud noise, the wheelchair finally retreated to the back of the courtyard, and there was no way out under the stone steps on the other side. With such a high-speed collision, the wheelchair suddenly broke into countless pieces of wood, covered with blood, and the crazy meaning in his eyes, and finally handed the sword in his hand forward one inch.

For this inch of distance, the shadow paid a huge price.

Sigu Jian's lips trembled and he laughed in a strange and hoarse voice. In the midst of laughter, he fell under the stone steps and used both fingers to force the sword inserted into his chest. He snapped and broke with a snap!

The shadow did not laugh, the tip of the sword broke into Sigujian's chest. He was still holding half of the broken sword in his hand. There seemed to be no pause in the casting moment. The half of the broken sword naturally penetrated again along the trembling sword tip standing on Sigujian's chest, and penetrated deeply into Sigujian's chest.

From appearing behind the city lord's corpse, to stepping down the steps, from stabbing Sigujian's chest, to retreating ten feet in a row to the wheelchair, to stabbing the last remaining sword, the shadow, the shining Fenglei sword, actually only one sword, not cut off, the sword with continuous sword intent to this day, the only sword.

Because Shadow only has one chance to use such a sword in this life.

The broken mouth of the broken sword, which was not sharp, entered Sigujian's chest, which was not smooth. On the contrary, it felt astringent and astringent, as if it was cutting the flesh and blood, which was very painful and painful.

The shadow seemed to be able to feel the pain of the other party, because he himself was also in pain, trembling all over his body, lowering his head, stabbing and splitting silently.

Cut the past, the past twenty years ago. At this moment, the shadow seemed to see many things. Many years ago, the idiot brother secretly built a small thatched cottage on a wasteland in the suburbs of the city, and then proudly said that this would be the holy land of martial arts in the future.

He was still a child, looking at the broken grass house with some disdain. He looked at the blind man and the woman who occasionally entered the grass house. Then one day, the child became interested in the sword. The idiot brother said seriously, do you want to learn? If you want to learn, I can teach you.

Learning swords is a very hard and boring thing. The two brothers in the thatched cottage became fools in the eyes of everyone. They all said that the city lord's mansion had offended the temple, but there were two idiots. The brothers and sisters in the mansion ignored these two idiots. Maybe there was something terrible at that time. But I didn't know that I was just a child.

Then that night, everyone died, the children hated death, the people they loved died, the cats and dogs he raised died, his brothers and sisters, uncles died... the parents who loved him died!

No one survives.

Only he stood behind the curtain in the mansion with trembling body. Looking at the blood-dropping sword in the idiot's hand and looking at the pair of eyes without expression, he began to feel scared because he was sure that if he didn't leave, this idiot's big brother would definitely kill him.

That might have been the night when Sigujian truly became a great master, and it was also the night when the youngest man in the city lord's mansion began to escape. Since that night, the shadow has become a shadow and can only live in the dark night. Never see a trace of sunshine again.

Because his chest was filled with anger, hatred, resentment, and fear. He dared not sleep at night because every time he fell asleep at night, he seemed to see those expressionless eyes.

So the shadow's face became paler and paler. He knew that if he could not kill that person, he would have to spend his whole life in the darkness. That person became the sword saint and the master of Dongyi City. Whenever he heard these news, he would feel that he could only be the blood-filled child who was trembling and dared not speak.

Many years later, a sword that had accumulated twenty years of resentment, revenge and fear finally penetrated the man's body. This sword traveled through twenty years, and with extremely complex emotions, he finally tasted the taste of the man's blood. But the shadow was not completely relieved, and he was still trembling all over. Because he found that there was still so much blood on his body.

Because Sigu Jian is not dead yet.
To be continued...