Liu Wuyan sat stiffly, with cold sweat slowly breaking out on her forehead. After listening to the sound of rain for so many years, she could easily distinguish any movement in the rain.
Those who ignited the fire at the Liu Family Ancestral Temple in Yunshang Ge, those whose elder brother turned to meet them, those whose eyes were as fierce as wolves but silent as a blade, they were not deceived by the traces she left on purpose, they were just chasing their prey Like the hungry wolf that arrived, he chased after him again.
The sudden rain covered up the bloody smell on their bodies.
They slowly surrounded, and slowly narrowed the encirclement like an arc. Like wolves on the prairie, they are fierce and cunning, setting up a tight encirclement to prevent their prey from escaping. But this sudden rain allowed them to cover up the bloody smell, and at the same time, it exposed their carefully covered whereabouts to Liu Wuyan's ears.
The sound of the rain was pattering, Liu Wuyan listened to the rain that was gradually getting heavier, and discerned the enemy's whereabouts.
Liu Wuyan sat stiffly, not daring to act rashly, not daring to reveal that she had actually found the trace of the other party, otherwise those people would directly attack immediately.
The guards secretly cultivated by the royal family of the Jin Tang Dynasty could no longer be regarded as human beings at all.
They are wolves, they are knives, they are swords, and they are the tools used by the royal family to kill people in the dark.
Liu Wuyan slowly clenched the long sword in her hand, and quickly thought of a way to break out of the encirclement. She recalled the surrounding terrain that she looked at before entering the temple, and quickly drew up a route.
The ancestral temple is located in a deep valley, with steep mountain walls on the left and right, and the only narrow path was blocked by the other side in advance. The only way to survive is the dense ancient forest in front of which is full of miasma.
But…
Liu Wuyan looked at the young man sitting behind the fire, who lowered his eyes, still exactly the same as before.
—If there was a fight, those hidden guards of the royal family of the Jin Tang Dynasty would not think about implicating innocent people.
"Little dumb."
Liu Wuyan spoke nonchalantly as before. She picked up a burning log and fiddled with the fire while listening to the movement outside.
The sound of footsteps coming slowly remained the same as before, unchanged.
The other party didn't realize that she had discovered them.
"Where are you going tomorrow?"
Liu Wuyan asked in a normal voice, thinking, little mute, you must show some face, don't even give me the corner of your eye. While speaking, Liu Wuyan wrote on the ground with a piece of wood that had been blackened into charcoal:
a while…
The sound of footsteps approaching slowly, the encirclement is shrinking little by little, if you don't do it again, you may not be able to escape. Liu Wuyan slowly adjusted her heartbeat. The hand holding the hilt of her sword had veins popping up on the back of her hand, and her joints were white. Every footstep slowly approaching amidst the sound of rain was a dark guard in black armor. They held knives in their hands, and their bodies carried a bloody smell that could not be wiped away at any time.
Be careful!
Liu Wuyan wrote the last swipe, and the long sword in her hand suddenly turned into a clear light. She jumped up with her sword and her body, broke through the roof of the temple, and rushed towards the ancient forest from layers of heavy rain.
Be careful for a while!
— This is the only warning and reminder she can give to that cold young man. She doesn't know if the other party can understand what she means, but this is already what she can do with all her strength.
Jin Tang's black armor has surrounded this place, and she will be killed if she doesn't leave, even if she wants to protect the boy who was implicated by her, she can't do it. Liu Wuyan felt a little guilty for accidentally implicating others, but there was nothing else to do.
According to traditional martial arts, she should protect the boy, because the boy was involved in a killing because of her.
but!
She can't die, she has to live.
"Long song on the cloud!"
Liu Wuyan walked with the sword, turned into a long rainbow and rushed towards the gap in the encirclement that hadn't been laid in time. The moment she approached the black-armored man, her sword light suddenly exploded from one beam, turning into thousands of beams. In the heavy rain, it poured down like thousands of sword lights and stars.
Slowly surrounded by the rainstorm is a group of hidden guards wearing black soft armor. The bloodiest and sharpest knife in the hands of the Jin Tang Dynasty royal family gave up the moment Liu Wuyan rushed out of the temple and continued to shrink the encirclement. As soon as they planned, they darted silently from all directions towards Miss Liu who was dancing swords in the rain.
The figures of these people are like ghosts and ghosts, and the scimitar in their hands is radiating a cold chill.
Liu Wuyan took the lead, and her sword light exploded, covering the black armored guards blocking the way.
Thousands of stars poured down, and the man was strangled as soon as he raised his knife.
——Song on the Cloud, Jin Tang Liu's House.
The so-called "Song on the Cloud" is a set of sword skills, which is famous for the Jin Tang Liu family. When it is unfolded, the person who casts the sword seems to be singing on top of the white clouds, his body is unknowable like floating clouds, a long song changes the color of the sky and the earth, and the sea of clouds rolls up. Liu Wuyan's cultivation was far from enough to change the color of the sky and the earth, but the sword that was unleashed with all her strength already had a faint smell of stars and clouds.
Can ordinary people stop the overturning of the star sea
impossible.
The black-armored dark guard who blocked him was killed by thousands of sword lights, and Liu Wuyan's figure changed, like white clouds rolling in the sky, drifting in the heavy rain, and quickly rushed towards the place where the miasma was gradually dissipating in the rain ancient woods.
The black-armored dark guard holding a scimitar floated weightlessly through the rain curtain like blue smoke, melting into the dark night.
Liu Wuyan could only hear the sound of the endless blade vibrating, but could not see the opponent's figure.
As soon as she gritted her teeth, she turned the long sword behind her back, ready to resist the fatal attack, and ignored everything else.
The rain suddenly became heavy, and it washed down like a pour.
In the temple, a young man in white sat silently.
It was as if he hadn't heard the sound of fighting outside, and he was still the same as before, without any movement, and the expression on his face didn't change at all.
When Liu Wuyan rushed out of the temple, he knocked into a hole in the already fragile roof of the temple. Rainwater poured down from the hole and extinguished the small fire. There was water everywhere in the temple, but the young man was still clean, even the place where he was sitting was as dry as usual.
Outside the ancestral temple, there are black-armored dark guards with flashing figures, the sound of murderous intent dripping from the collision of swords, and the rolling of blood being washed away by the rain.
Inside the ancestral temple, there was heavy darkness, rain fell from the sky, and the altar without statues completely collapsed.
The young man lowered his eyes, watching the words that Liu Wuyan wrote with charcoaled wood, which was gradually washed away by the rain.
Be careful for a while.