The man in black is a shadow, of course a shadow.
He and Fan Xian entered Dongyi City quietly, and after arranging everything with the subordinates of the Overwatch Council, they disappeared. He wasn't there when Fan Xian broke into the Sword Hut, because Fan Xian knew what the head of the Sixth Office of the Overwatch Council would do once he saw Sigu Jian.
And suddenly, a shadow appeared in the city lord's mansion, behind the city lord's body.
Si Gu Jian slaughtered the city lord's mansion again tonight, and did not know how many people were killed, but no matter whether a person is alive or dead, as long as his physical body exists, there will always be shadows under the sun, and the shadows are hidden in these shadows.
Being able to hide from the perception of a great master, being able to appear in front of the three of them so abruptly, being able to capture Si Gu Jian's most vulnerable moment. Shadow, the most powerful assassin in the world, without a doubt, his cultivation today has been raised to the peak state of his life.
Si Gu Jian was coughing in the wheelchair, coughing up blood, trembling all over, his body shrunk, and his face was pale. Slaying seven people with one sword made the grand master, who had been dragged for nearly three years after being seriously injured, also feel a little tired, but it was Fan Xian's hands on the back of the wheelchair that were infused with domineering true energy that drained his energy the most.
From the moment he stepped into the city lord's mansion, Fan Xian's intentions were against Sigu Jian's. In addition to killing people with the sword, he had to put his mind on him and control his mind. It took too long, and it was unavoidably weak.
Of course, the most important thing is the injury left on Dadong Mountain three years ago. Ye Liuyun poked out his claws like a dragon in the cloud, and Emperor Qing's earth-shattering kingly killing fist caused Si Gujian, the great master, to be seriously injured. , Remaining panting so far, it has reached the time when the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry.
Shadow chose to make a move at this moment, he chose the most perfect moment.
In his hand was an ancient sword, as cold as autumn water, the light of the sword illuminated the entire City Lord's Mansion in an instant, and the stone steps turned crystal clear like jade in the next moment.
Shadow's toes stepped on these jade-like stone steps, lightly, every point, his person seemed to brighten up.
Occasionally, there were a few green fallen leaves in the mansion, and they flew up at this time, accompanied by the sword in his hand, adding a bit of chill.
kill.
The ancient sword in Shadow's hand stabbed Si Gu Jian's chest in the wheelchair. This sword is extremely simple, without any changes, without any momentum, not even the slightest tremor. During the high-speed stabbing process, the bright sword body pierced smoothly without any waves.
Just bending the elbow, just flattening the wrist, just thrusting out, just the simplest sword in the world.
Because it is simple, so focused, so powerful.
Shadow doesn't need to accumulate momentum, because he has been waiting for this sword for more than 20 years, and he has stored it for more than 20 years.
It was too fast, when the green leaves floated up, I was shocked to find that I was behind the man in black. The air in the city lord's mansion was approaching, after the ancient sword cut his body, it was too late to deform, and there was a howling wind.
Because of the speed, the surrounding environment did not have time to make any changes. The courtyard was still so quiet. The only thing that changed was the position of the shadow, the toes where he stepped on the jade steps, the light on his body, the front of the light, the handle of the light. The most prosperous sword.
At this time, the sword tip was only one foot away from Si Gu Jian's chest, and Feng Lei struck the sword.
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In such a short period of time, Fan Xian only had time to shrink his pupils a little. He knew the sword in the shadow's hand. It was the sword in the shadow's hand when he assassinated His Majesty the Emperor in the Hanging Temple.
Fan Xian was even familiar with Shadow's sword of wind and thunder, because outside the Hanging Temple, under tall buildings, against the golden chrysanthemums all over the mountains and fields, Shadow once jumped out of the sun in white clothes and stabbed at the emperor. Face to face.
That day's shadow was dressed in white, like an exiled fairy in the sky, shining brightly, with a plain ancient sword in his hand, floating towards him.
Today's shadow is dressed in black, still has the plain ancient sword, and the brilliance of his body is still blooming, but it carries a ghostly chill from the deepest part of the ground, like a resentful soul imprisoned for tens of thousands of years , to release all the grievances with this sword.
Fan Xian still held the little emperor's waist with his hands, his pupils shrank slightly, but his body didn't have time to make any movements, his heart was full of horror. Stepping on the stone steps, the sword that leaps over the green leaves is so unstoppable, so fast, so fast that even I can't make any reaction at all, and even faintly broke through the time limit!
The shadow is the most powerful assassin in the world, and the closest protector of the night for the two masters of the Overwatch Council. Since escaping from Dongyi City, he has been immersed in darkness. Temple stabbing, that seemingly glorious sword, actually contains carelessness and caution, if it misses a hit, it will be withdrawn immediately.
But today's shadow is completely different from the usual shadow. His whole body seems to be immersed in darkness and negative emotions, but this sword is piercing incomparably aboveboard, and decades of cultivation are all condensed in this sword. In the process, he didn't leave any escape route for himself at all, any escape route!
He just wanted to move forward, and chose to move forward with supreme courage and perseverance, only wishing to send this sword into Si Gu Jian's chest. At this moment, the shadow is no longer an assassin, he is a swordsman, a vengeful swordsman, a swordsman worthy of respect and admiration.
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The sword of Fenglei is softer than the wind, more invisible, faster, more dazzling and shocking than the thunder, this is the strongest sword that a shadow can unleash, no matter if it is Fan Xian, Haitang or whoever , sitting in a wheelchair at this time, facing this sword suddenly, I am afraid that he will not be able to escape.
Because this is the first sword that the shadow really stabs out in twenty years, it is a sword that has been tempered countless times with the long river of time and the ghostly emotion of resentment.
Even at the last moment when the tip of the sword pierced through the air, it actually faintly entered another level, just like Si Gu Jian taught Fan Xian before, only when one's mind is connected can this be done.
Nothing is faster than a person's mind, and no one is more determined, darker, and brighter than the shadow's mind at this time.
The darkness lies in hatred and complex emotions, and the light lies in desperate determination.
Fan Xian's muscles tensed all over his body, and the domineering zhenqi in his body circulated rapidly. He only waited for the moment his thoughts reflected, and he wanted to take the little emperor to escape from this place. However, in front of such a sword, he had no time to react.
Si Gu Jian Neng.
Although he has run out of fuel, although he has been seriously injured for three years, although he slaughtered the city lord's mansion today and exhausted his mind, he is still a great master, a great master who cannot be judged by common sense.
It's just that Si Gu Jian's expression is different from any other time, his face is extremely pale, his eyes are extremely bright, and the broken cheek on the right half is like an ugly and terrifying god at this moment, exuding awe-inspiring power.
Even the great master would not underestimate such a sword, but the great master is inconvenient to move, only one hand is left, and the only thing he can move seems to be this hand.
So Si Gu Jian made a move, raised his left arm, spread his middle and index fingers four inches in front of his chest, and then held them together.
He clamped Fenglei Yijian with two fingers.
Then his face became paler, his eyes became brighter, and his expression became more solemn, because the sword between the two fingers was still advancing.
ah! The shadow is like the shadow of Si Gu Jian, clinging to the wheelchair tightly, screaming wildly, like crazy, like crazy, like weeping like complaining, like joy or anger, walking on the road of fleeing twenty years ago, holding hands Seeing the pain of the family bereavement and the death of both parents, it was ruthlessly pierced down!
With a puff sound, the ancient sword, which was as cold as autumn water, rubbed against the protruding knuckles of Sigujian, making a creaking sound, with a palpitating burnt smell, it broke through Sigujian's finger sword forcefully, It pierced Si Gu Jian's chest!
The point of the sword was only two inches into Grandmaster's body, and he couldn't move anymore, because Si Gu Jian's eyes were already extremely bright, as if two stars were emitting light, hitting the shadow's equally pale face, and his His fingers were like two big mountains, holding the shadow's wind and thunder sword between the rocks, and could no longer advance an inch.
There was a momentary pause.
The pale-faced Fan Xian snorted, grabbed the waist of the little emperor beside him, flew up obliquely like a big bird, escaped from behind the wheelchair, cut through the sky, and floated under the green tree beside the mansion past.
If he stayed behind in the wheelchair, he might only be injured, but the little emperor would definitely die from the severed heart veins under the double attack of Sigu sword and shadow.
Floating under the green tree, Fan Xian turned his head in the air with a pale face, and then saw a scene that shocked him and will never be forgotten.
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Si Gu Jian's face was extremely pale, and Shadow's face was also extremely pale. This pair of brothers, who had never seen each other since the rainy night in Dongyi City, were sticking tightly together at this moment, their cold faces facing each other, and It's not funny, it's just chilling, their bodies are very close, but there's a sword between them.
On Si Gu Jian's chest, a puff of blood protruded from the tip of the sword, and he stubbornly wanted to get into it. But this great master didn't seem to feel anything at all, just looked at the shadow with those bright old eyes that were somewhat terrifying, and the two fingers of his left hand held the sword steadily and terrifyingly.
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 born out of nowhere, splitting the air, making chi-chi sounds, coming from all directions, along the Chasing a wonderful trajectory invisible to the naked eye, it slashed towards the center.
Cut to the body of the shadow.
Shadow was still wearing the lotus clothes specially made by the Overwatch Council. This kind of clothes were developed by the three places after many years. However, under the attack of these overwhelming sword qi, he still only resisted for a moment, and then began to break brittlely. There are small openings, and the clothing material is opened, like a baby's mouth.
Countless openings appeared on Shadow's body in an instant, and blood began to ooze out.
But Si Gu Jian's real counterattack is not outside the body, but in the shadow's body, that powerful and indifferent blood-devouring sword intent, following this finger, this glance, mercilessly escaped into the shadow's body , making his internal organs vibrate at the same time at this moment, blood oozed from his body, flowed out along his lips.
On Shadow's pale face, blood was constantly dripping from his lips, whether it was flowing or not, it seemed that there would never be a moment when it would stop.
But the shadow didn't show any fear, instead he laughed, a wry smile appeared on his pale and ordinary face, the laughter resounded all around the city lord's mansion, and there was a mad cry in the laughter.
"ah!"
The shadow howled crazily, like a mad beast crying because of some pain, he sent all the true energy of his whole body to the sword in his hand, he didn't care about the pain on his body at all, only cared about it The distance between the tip of the sword and the heart of Si Gu Jian.
A powerful wave of air exploded between the two of them, shaking the green leaves around the wheelchair to shatter into strands and vanish into nothingness!
After all, the wheelchair is not a person's legs. With the full explosion of the shadow, the wheelchair quickly backed up, and the speed became faster and faster, while the sword held by Si Gu Jian's finger was also moving towards the body at an extremely slow speed. Explore his body.
Si Gu Jian's face became paler, his eyes became brighter, Shadow's face became paler, and the blood dripping from his lips became faster and faster, a path of blood dripped on the ground!
What Fan Xian saw was exactly this scene. Two pale people, one vomiting blood and the other silent, engaged in the craziest and calmest fight. His hands couldn't help shaking. He didn't like Si Gu Jian, so he should help Shadow as a matter of course, but if he wanted to make a move, he had already made a move from behind Si Gu Jian. With Si Gu Jian's current incomplete body, Fan Xian and The two powerful men of the shadows exploded at the same time, I am afraid that there is some possibility of something happening.
The shadow will not be as bitter, sad, and painful as it is now!
However, Fan Xian never made a move. He just trembled and watched the scene indifferently. This had nothing to do with the agreement between Nanqing and Dongyi City, nor the friendship between Si Gu Jian and his mother, Uncle Wu Zhu, and Mr. Fei Jie back then.
He promised to create opportunities for the shadow to take revenge, but he would not participate in the process of the shadow's revenge. shadow.
Shadow is a proud swordsman, at least today, he is not facing his elder brother as an assassin, the pride of Dongyi City, the eternal fear and pain in Shadow's heart.
If Fan Xian made a move at this time, Shadow would not agree. Fan Xian understood this very well, so he chose to watch, tremblingly.
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With a click, 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 was instantly broken into countless pieces of wood, and the shadow covered in blood, with madness in his eyes, finally passed the sword in his hand forward an inch.
For this inch of distance, Shadow paid a huge price.
Si Gu Jian's lips trembled, and he laughed in a strange and hoarse voice. Amid the laughter, he fell down and sat down on the stone steps. With two fingers, the sword stuck in his chest broke with a snap!
The shadow didn't smile, the tip of the sword was broken in Si Gu Jian's chest, he was still holding a half of the broken sword in his hand, it seemed that there was no moment of pause in the castration, the half of the broken sword naturally stood along Si Gu Jian's chest The trembling sword tip went down again, deeply into Si Gu Jian's chest.
From appearing behind the body of the city lord, to stepping down the steps, from stabbing Sigu Jian in the chest, to retreating ten feet towards the wheelchair, until the last broken sword pierced, the glorious wind and thunder sword of the shadow actually totaled There is only one sword, not cut off, the sword that has continued to this day, the only sword.
Because the shadow can only have one chance to use such a sword in this life.
The broken sword was not sharp and pierced into Si Gu Jian's chest, and it was not smooth. On the contrary, it felt astringent, as if it was cutting flesh and blood, very painful, very painful.
Shadow seemed to be able to feel the pain of the other party, because he himself was in pain, trembling with pain, lowering his head, stabbing and cutting silently.
Splitting the past, the past more than twenty years ago. In that instant, Shadow seemed to see many things. He saw that many years ago, that idiot brother sneakily built a small thatched hut on a piece of wasteland on the outskirts of the city.
As a child, I looked at the broken grass house with some disdain. Looking at the blind man and the woman who occasionally entered the thatched house, and 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 to sword is a very bitter and boring thing. The two brothers in the cottage became fools in the eyes of everyone. They all said that the city lord's mansion had offended the temple, but there were actually two idiots. Brothers and sisters in the mansion, no one paid any attention to these two idiots, maybe something terrible happened at that time, but I didn't know it, I was just a child.
Then came that night, everyone died, the person the child hated died, the person he loved died, his cat and dog died, his brothers, sisters, uncle died... the parents who loved him Also dead!
None of them survived.
Only he stood tremblingly behind the curtain in the mansion, looking at the blood-dripping sword in the hands of the idiot elder brother, and looking at those expressionless eyes, he began to feel scared, because he was sure that if he didn't leave, This idiot big brother will definitely kill himself.
That may have been the night Si Gu Jian truly became a great master, and it was also the night the youngest man in the City Lord's Mansion started to flee. Since that night, the shadow has become a shadow, and can only live in the dark forever, never seeing a ray of sunshine.
Because his chest was full of anger, hatred, resentment, and fear. He didn't dare to sleep at night, because every time he fell asleep at night, he always seemed to see those expressionless eyes.
So Shadow's face became paler and paler, he knew that if he couldn't kill that person, he could only spend his life in darkness. That person became the sword master and the owner of Dongyi City. Whenever he heard the news, he would always feel that he could only be that blood-stained child who trembled and dared not speak.
Many years later, the sword that accumulated 20 years of hatred, vengeance and fear finally pierced that person's body. This sword traveled through 20 years, with extremely complicated emotions, and finally tasted the person's body. The taste of blood. But the shadow was not completely free, he was still trembling all over, because he found that there were still so many blood stains on his body.
Because Si Gu Jian is not dead yet.
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Si Gu Jian's body is also full of blood, but he doesn't know which ones are his own and which ones are his brothers'. Brothers' blood can often be exchanged with each other, but it shouldn't be like the exchange in the current scene.
The clothes on the two people were torn into countless pieces by the sword energy that was criss-crossing the manor at this moment, and they hung on their bodies in a state of embarrassment. Si Gu Jian's eyelids drooped slightly, as if he was about to be unable to open them, but his thin body, like a shadow, began to tremble violently.
Si Gu Jian clamped the half of the sword tip between his fingers, pulled it out like lightning, and cut towards the shadow's neck.
The shadow didn't evade, and pointed his left hand together as a sword, piercing towards the blood hole exposed after the half of the sword tip was evacuated.
Life for life, never die.
With a muffled bang, the bodies of the two people separated sharply. The shadow was like a stone, and a cloud of smoke and dust was shaken up. It quickly swept back along the bloody road, and hit the stone steps heavily. He vomited blood and gasped hard. .
Si Gu Jianji was sitting under the stone steps on the other side, with half of the broken sword standing on his chest, but the tip of the half sword was between his fingers. He looked indifferently at the shadow under the opposite stone steps, a stream of blood slowly dripped from his lips.
In the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, there was a frightening silence.
Fan Xian and the little emperor stood far away under the green tree, watching the scene of brothers killing each other with pale faces. The little emperor didn't know who the man in black was, but at least he could see that the other party's strength was extremely strong, otherwise it would have been impossible for him to fight Si Gu Jian for so long.
However, Fan Xian knew that the shadow was defeated after all. Although the Sigu sword had reached the moment when the oil was exhausted, the great master was the great master. As long as there was still a breath left, he could still stand proudly on the pinnacle of personal force in the world , although being blown by the mountain wind, he was always in danger of falling into the world, but he still stood firm in the end.
However, the shadow should be proud. Fan Xian's eyes were slightly moist, and he was also proud of him in his heart. A strong man on the ninth rank may seem powerful, but he can beat a great master in a one-on-one duel. Injured into this embarrassing appearance, it is really a super-level performance.
And at the last moment, Si Gu Jian had already controlled the situation with the realm of a great master and his strong will, obviously he could kill the shadow, why didn't he do that? Do you want to feel sorry for your brother? Fan Xian didn't believe that this great master who devoured blood and was easy to kill would have such an overly warm feeling.
After a long period of silence, Si Gu Jian suddenly asked in a hoarse voice: "If you count seriously, you should be the first disciple of Jian Hut."
Shadow lay in a pool of blood, didn't answer, just looked at him mercilessly. Si Gu Jian coughed and said, "You can be proud of being able to make such a sword today."
After a while, the shadow suddenly said: "Why... what."
Why did Si Gu Jian have a crazy temper that year, killing all directions, killing all relatives, even his own biological father, and even his younger brother. I don't know how many years this question has been lingering in Shadow's mind, but in today's scene, he finally asked it.
Si Gu Jian knew what he was asking, and Fan Xian knew it too, but Si Gu Jian didn't answer the question at all, but said indifferently: "Everyone who stands in front of me must die... You've been with us for a day, and you've watched it all day, I thought you were able to use that sword because you understood something, but I didn't expect you to ask such a naive question... "
"Little brother, you really disappoint me."
As soon as these words came out, Fan Xian was shocked. It turned out that Si Gu Jian had already noticed that the shadow had been following him! This day, Si Gu Jian's teaching to himself was not only aimed at himself, but also hoped that the shadow that was peeping secretly could feel something from it!
The shadow was also silent, those ordinary eyes stared fiercely at the Sigu sword at the foot of the stone steps in the distance like a beast, without saying a word, he didn't need to distinguish what he should believe between the tragedy of that year and today's words, Just need to confirm what you believe.
Fan Xian followed the eyes of the shadow, and saw Si Gujian's horrible big wound on his chest and abdomen, a piece of fuzzy flesh and blood, with a faint blue light on it, like some kind of toxin, but it kept that piece of blood very miraculously. It should have been the last breath of rotten viscera.
This is the punch given to Si Gu Jian by Emperor Qing on Dadong Mountain. Si Gu Jian should have died a long time ago, but he was able to survive until now. There must be something hidden in it, especially the terrifying scar on his chest and abdomen the wound.
Si Gu Jian indifferently covered his abdominal wound with his last clothes, glanced at the shadow, then at Fan Xian, and said the last sentence: "The sword is a murder weapon, and non-sages cannot use it."
Fan Xian was silent, and he immediately understood the meaning of Si Gu Jian's words - the sword is a weapon, and non-sages cannot use it, and saints... are ruthless.
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