Hidden Blade Chapter 200: You have to do it again

(PS: The plane was delayed yesterday, and I returned to Chengdu at 4 in the morning. The two chapters have been updated today. There are close to 8,000 words. I am really tired. So take a break and continue to make up for it tomorrow. I hope you can forgive me.)

"Bah!"

Walking in the night, Xiao Yan spit, his full-fledged face was full of irritability after a long journey.

Xiao Yan has never been a patient person. To be precise, he should be regarded as the kind of person who can solve things with his fists, but he never talks more nonsense.

But such a person has endured his temper in this situation for more than half a month, and wants to find the murderers who have been rampant in the big summer rivers and lakes these days and wantonly slaughter the powerful men of various sects. .

Xiao Yan has thought of many ways for this, whether it's squatting down or leading a snake out of the cave, or looking for the common ground of those who died in the Great Evolution Realm. But the result was not satisfactory. To be precise, nothing was gained. On the contrary, the sword pavilion lost three golden-robed sword bearers for this.

Those people are like ghosts hiding in the dark, killing people invisible, people go without shadows.

Invisible and intangible, no matter how guarded oneself is, the other party can always take the life of the person they want to take without them noticing it.

This feeling of powerlessness made Pavilion Master Xiao extremely depressed. Of course he wanted to get the murderer out and have a good time with him, but the other party didn't give him the slightest chance. On the contrary, the emperor's secret edict was sent to Xiao He before he went crazy. No matter how dissatisfied in his heart, Xiao Na could only summon many sword-holders to go back to the mansion, and the matter was left aside for the time being.

He thought that if Li Yulin could not give a word on why he was so anxious to recall him to Henghuangcheng, he would definitely pull the emperor old man off the dragon chair, so that he could fight him alive, in order to vent his anger. .

When he thought of the prince of a country being beaten to the ground by him, and even the scene of begging for mercy, Xiao Yan felt refreshed, and the depression that had accumulated in his heart for half a month disappeared a bit.

The fortress of Henghuangcheng soon appeared in front of Xiao An and his group. About an hour or so, they can go back there.

But at this moment, the crowd in front of the night suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Yan yelled dissatisfiedly.

It is surprising that none of these swordsmen who have always respected Xiao Yan responded to his dissatisfaction.

Xiao Ren realized what was wrong, he frowned, raised his bloated belly, pushed away the wooden swordsman in front of him, and walked to the front of the team in a stride.

Then when he saw the front figure of the team clearly, Pavilion Master Xiao's brows suddenly frowned.

In the dense night, a figure stood in front of his team like a ghost.

The figure is wrapped in a black robe that almost blends with the night, and it is silent like a sculpture, but the eyes hidden under the hood are glowing with scarlet light, like hungry in a dense forest. The evil wolf stared at the prey that was already a fish.

After a short stun, Xiao Yan quickly reacted to why the sword-bearers were dumbfounded when they saw the black figure. It is not that they are timid, nor that they are unwilling, but the aura exuding from the black figure has sealed the five senses of these sword-bearers-they are confined in place!

This is a very weird technique. He couldn’t help but lock the recipient’s energy and his consciousness even more. When he unlocked this method, the recipient couldn’t even realize that he had Was cast such a spell.

Who are you?

Such questions surfaced in Xiao An's mind at that time, but he quickly swallowed them again.

Because he has an answer soon.

He finally understands why no matter how many more people are added, the murderers can always take the lives of the people they want with ease, and he and his sword-holders have never noticed this from beginning to end.

His brows sank at that time, and the question "Who are you" was changed: "What do you want to do?"

"Fate." The response from the figure under the black robe was simple, and of course strange.

But soon, Xiao Yan understood the "profound meaning".

After the black figure uttered the word, its toes touched the ground, and its body attacked and killed Xiao Yan like a streamer.

The black aura around him seems to fit the night perfectly, and with his surprisingly fast speed, it is difficult for Xiao An to perceive the trajectory of the opponent's attack for a while.

"Fairy Land!" In this world, people who can do this, no matter where the teacher goes, no matter how old they are, but without exception, can only be immortals-only immortals can make immortals feel threatened. This is the iron law.

Xiao An's heart trembled, and he didn't dare to hold it big, a long sword appeared out of nowhere and was held in his hand at that time.

It was a sword that was thinner than **** wide, thinner than cicada wings thick, exquisite and exquisite, the hilt was carved with dragons and phoenixes, and the whole body was made of gold. Such a sword is naturally in line with Pavilion Master Xiao's unprofitable temperament, but it does not fit his bloated physique.

Next, he dexterously swung his sword, and his quick thunder-like stature was incompatible with his fat body.

But also relying on such a posture, he avoided the sharp blade of the black-robed man.

But this is not the end, but the beginning.

The black robe who missed a hit was not discouraged. He continued to launch his own aggressive offensive towards Xiao Yan. His sword was flowing, and his majestic sword intent was like a dragon going out to the sea, and a tiger down the mountain, like the world Some fierce and evil.

Under such an offensive, Xiao Yan, a strong man in the earth fairyland, had only the power to parry, and he didn't have the slightest effort to fight back. He retreated steadily, but the anger in his heart was more than a breath.

Xiao An has been in the great summer rivers and lakes for so many years, relying on the courageous and relentless force in his heart that has never been extinguished.

His heart sank, and he finally didn't want to be chased and beaten by this black robe.

So he gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the long sword that was struck by the black robe. The whistling sword intent on the sword instantly made his hand bloody, but Xiao An just snorted. , The slender long sword shot at this moment, and went straight to the chest of the black robe.

The black robe obviously didn't expect Xiao An to have the decisiveness to exchange injuries. Seeing that he couldn't avoid Xiao An's sword, in desperation, he could only reach out his hand and grab the long stabbed by Xiao An. sword.

So his hand was also injured by Xiao An's sword intent at that time, and his skin was spattered instantly.

The two stood in a stalemate like this, each holding his own "sword", and each holding his own sword. No one let go, because they knew whoever let go, whose sword would pierce each other's throat first. . The majestic true essence began to gather around the two of them, their clothes stirred, and the true essence and sword intent continued to rush to each other along their swords and arms, constantly impacting each other's bodies, trying to repel each other.

All the moves and calculations lost their meaning at this time, and this duel between the immortals turned into an unorganized power shock like a battle in the market.

Soon Xiao An's eyebrows wrinkled, and dense sweat began to appear on his forehead.

Rao is that he has tried his best, but the true essence in the opponent's body is vast as a sea. He gradually feels that he is unable to grasp it, but the opponent has no trace of exhaustion. The turbulent true essence and sword intent are still the source. Constantly rushing through the sword and arms.

"Not bad."

At this moment, the silent black robe said suddenly.

There is a rotten smell in the hoarse voice, like the smell of rain-soaked branches and leaves after being lifted, which is disgusting.

But it is strange that Xiao An could feel that when he said this, the tone of the black robe had a sense of relief.

"But not enough."

The black robe continued to speak, his clothes rose violently at that time, and the momentum of his body began to rise, like an endless rise.

Xiao Ren's expression changed, but it was too late.

At the moment when the black robe aura rose, the strength flowing along the arm and the long sword also suddenly increased at this moment, and Xiao An rang straightly.

The unprepared Xiao Ren's face paled instantly, his body shook, a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, and his body retreated violently, retreating straight away from a distance of several tens of feet, just barely stabilizing in embarrassment. Live your own figure.

Xiao Yan didn't have time to think about why this black robe possessed such a strong strength. He was about to suppress the surging internal breath in his body and fight with it again. But the black robe was unwilling to give him this opportunity, his body almost swept in front of Xiao An almost the instant Xiao Ren stopped, and a black palm wind slapped Xiao An's chest.

Under this palm, the Great Pavilion Master Xiao, who has been fascinated by Xia Jianghu for decades, was actually unable to fight back. After a meal, he fell to the ground.

The same won’t give him a chance to fight back. The black robe’s feet stretched out again and pressed against Xiao An’s chest. The black breath was like the ink on the snow-white rice paper, like a bottomless notch. The poisonous snake pouring out from under his robe, wrapped Xiao An's body in it.

Not only the body, but also the majestic true essence in Xiao An's body that is obviously unable to move under the confinement of the black energy.

"Are you going to kill me?" Xiao Yan stared at the black robe with wide eyes.

Death is not an unfamiliar word for Xiao An. Since the day he met Li Yulin, he has committed more than one risk for this emperor?

Thirty years ago, the first emperor died and the seven sons seized the first-in-law. It was he who led Li Yulin to kill a throne leading to the throne from the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain.

Eighteen years ago, the Demon Gate rebelled. It was also a disaster in the Great Xia Jianghu that he smashed into the enemy line alone and took the head of the Demon Gate Master.

Seven years ago....

For Xiao Yan, he has always been with death, and he has long realized this matter.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that he would die here, in the hands of someone who didn't even know his identity or life.

He can probably imagine how his sword-holders wake up from this method~IndoMTL.com~After looking at his dead body, he will be astonished, and there will be such rumors in the big summer rivers and lakes that the unevenness of preservation will be— -Xiao An, the master of the sword pavilion, was tyrannical and amassed money, incurring rumors that he suddenly died suddenly and so on.

Xiao Yan doesn't cherish his reputation, but when he thinks that he will provoke this or that kind of abuse after death, the master of the pavilion itch in his heart with hatred.

It's just that no matter what he thinks, the black-robed man doesn't care what he is thinking.

The sword in his hand pierced towards Xiao An.

Xiao Yan watched all this, but couldn't do anything.

Puff!

With a soft noise.

The sword pierced into Xiao An's body, and there was a severe pain, but Xiao An's eyes were filled with horror.

The sword did pierce his body, but it was not a key point such as the heart, throat, or eyebrows. He pierced three inches above Xiao An's Dantian.

There is the Purple Mansion, the first life palace of the immortals.

The black magic energy flows along the sword body into Xiao An’s Palace of Life. Under the monstrous magic energy, his purple mansion was instantly shattered, and his immortal cultivation base also shattered with the Palace of Life. Began to fall down layer by layer.

In this world where the cultivation base is everything, the bad guy's cultivation base is far more terrifying than killing a person.

Aware of this, Xiao Yan's eyes were completely red, and he shouted: "Who are you on earth?"

But the black robe didn't respond to his intention at all. After breaking the Xiao An's Palace, he drew his sword back into its sheath, turned and left without turning his head, it seemed that he didn't even take his life at all. mean.

Only when his figure was about to merge with the night, his footsteps stopped slightly, and a tone still full of rotten smell came out of his mouth.

"Yours, it's not right."

"You have to start again..."

"Anger..."