Liu Wuyan half knelt on the ground, coughing up blood.
The rain fell from the sky, washing away the blood that kept flowing out of her body, and the cold air penetrated from the wound to the bone marrow, as if it was going to spread to the soul.
She held the broken sword tightly, her hand was as pale as a dead person, her true energy was almost dried up, and her tendons were almost torn apart. While coughing up blood, Liu Wuyan continued to activate Yunshangge's exercises as if nothing happened.
She knelt on the ground a few steps in front of the ancient forest, just a little more, and she could escape in!
However, she could already smell the blood on those people. They approached slowly, and even the heavy rain couldn't cover up the bloody smell on their bodies. Liu Wuyan raised her head and looked around, seeing the ever-shrinking arc-shaped encirclement and the ghostly black-armored dark guards.
They wore iron armor masks, there was no human emotion in their eyes, and the scimitar in their hands was as cold as the cold moon.
These guys... these wolf-like inhuman killers... do they feel like they're hunting? Did they take her as prey
Liu Wuyan laughed hysterically.
She is going to die! The last member of Yunshang Geliu's family is about to die! From now on, on the land of the Twelve Dynasties, who will sing on the clouds! What kind of old-fashioned elder brother is the most outstanding disciple of the Liu family! Doesn't he know that a bastard like her can't escape hunting? ! Don't you know that it is the glory of the Liu family and not the scum that should survive? !
The dark guards in black armor approached, and the blood on their blades was also washed away by the blood, but this kind of guy who was no longer human, their bloody smell came from their bones.
The scimitar that took the lives of many people in the Liu family was so bright in the dark rainy night, so bright...
It was as bright as the early winter fine moon that my brother once saw with her.
Standing up staggeringly, Liu Wuyan pulled out his sword, and the long sword swept away mightily with the despair and rage that burned even his life.
"On the Cloud—Long Song—"
Liu Wuyan followed the sword and met the criss-crossing blades.
Her voice was hoarse.
My brother is so smart, how could he not think that his survival is the hope of the Liu family? But such a smart person became stupid in the end. He protected her behind him like a long time ago, and turned around to meet the rain of swords.
—like when they trod across the long street, he tipped his umbrella on its side.
No matter how much rain, she will always be clean.
The long sword was knocked into the air and stuck on the ground, still vibrating endlessly. Liu Wuyan fell heavily on the muddy ground, completely embarrassed. A circular encirclement was completely formed, and she had nowhere to escape.
Liu Wuyan didn't look at those ghostly black-armored dark guards, she stared blankly at the rain pouring down from the sky. The rain fell on the face, and the cold came from the soul.
The dark guards wearing black armor and iron masks are the swords in the hands of the Jintang royal family, and the swords have no feelings and no mercy. The knives in their hands formed endless light and shadows and fell from midair towards the last member of Ge Liu's family on Yunshang.
Liu Wuyan didn't dodge or dodge, she moved her hands and barely opened her palm to catch the icy rain.
Now no one will come to hold an umbrella for her.
She finally burst into tears.
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The continuous net of knife light failed to fall.
That net is broken.
The approaching ghostly black-armored guard suddenly retreated and spread out, and a gap suddenly appeared in the shrinking circle.
The incomplete long sword that Liu Wuyan dropped was inserted straight into her side. Just now, the sword flew from behind, flew obliquely down from mid-air, and passed through the continuous sword net.
So the net formed by the continuous light of the knife was broken.
The long sword was inserted beside him, the blade was as white as moonlight.
Liu Wuyan heard the sound of light footsteps in the heavy rain, she looked up with difficulty, and saw the blades of the black-armored shadow guards pointing in another direction, these wolf-like killers showed a vigilant attitude.
The sword flew over through the back of a black-armored dark guard, so there was a gap in the circular encirclement, and the direction facing the gap was the small temple.
A person walked out from the overlapping rain curtains stepping on the rainwater dripping on the ground.
The pouring rain washed down from the sky and fell on the man. The man was wearing a white robe, and there was a faint gleam on the white robe. The rain fell on him as if separated by an invisible thing, and slid down to the other side.
It was the "little dumb" who didn't speak.
He walked from the temple, splitting the heavy rain curtain like a sword.
Those black-armored dark guards who were fierce and silent like hungry wolves trembled as he gradually approached, and the scimitar in their hand buzzed, making an ominous low sound. In the eyes of the black-armored dark guard, what was coming was a terrifying existence that was beyond description.
The Jin Tang Dynasty cultivated this group of hidden killers with hatred, turning them into fierce and cunning like beasts. They are not afraid of death.
But at this moment, they really felt endless fear from their intuition.
"Little dumb...you didn't run away..."
Liu Wuyan wiped away the tears that mixed with the rain on her face, and spoke in the relaxed tone of the eldest lady of the Liu family, as if nothing had happened.
The boy walked over in the rain, and he pulled out the long sword stuck beside Liu Wuyan.
Darkness, boundless darkness, the mountains of the Cangpu Dynasty are as sharp as knives, and the temples hidden in the deep valley are surrounded by dense forests. They are like silent giants in the dark night, burly and silent.
The boy flicked his wrist, shaking off the blood and rain on the sword.
The rain fell and scattered around the young man. His eyes were slightly lowered, and a cold sword light was reflected between his brows. He is indeed very good-looking, and he has a unique sense of beauty even when he is holding a sword.
A beauty mixed with coldness and indifference.
"You can't kill her."
The hidden guards of the Jin Tang Dynasty spread out slowly, forming a semi-arc circle, encircling the young man with the sword. The boy was very thin, wearing a white robe, in the pouring rain, he didn't seem to have much strength.
But he said softly, no doubt.
This is not a negotiation, but a notification.
This is like a supreme order, it is said from the boy's mouth, it is like a doomed fact, even if the sky collapses, the sea is dry and rocks are destroyed, it cannot be changed.
The scimitar let out an ominous cry, trembling from the fear he felt intuitively, and the dark guards in black armor heard the boy's words clearly amidst the sound of the rain getting louder.
The ghostly black-armored dark guard let out a muffled snort, as if he had suffered some invisible blow.
But they clenched their scimitars tightly, bent down slightly, and assumed the posture of wolves before they violently attacked.
The young man lowered his eyes, and his equally pale and bloodless fingertips slowly brushed over the mutilated blade of the long sword. There was a faint cold light between his brows and eyes, and there was nothing in his eyes, as if they were frozen and could not be pried.
The black-armored dark guards of the Jin Tang Dynasty jumped or swooped down on the ground, and swung their knives at the young man in white standing beside Liu Wuyan from all directions on the ground. Their figures were so fast that they almost turned into distorted shadows, and the iron masks showed a strange and ferocious killing intent under the flash of the knife light.
That is the killing intent that regards death as home.
The young man sighed softly, and swung the long sword in his hand silently.
The long sword turned into a snow-like sword light with a general arc. It looked so clear, cold and thin, but it had an indescribable sharpness.
The overlapping rain curtains were cut, and the moon-like knife light was cut.
Liu Wuyan's eyes widened, and everything reflected in her pupils seemed like a bizarre dream.
The snow-white sword light practically cut through the space, the blood of those ghostly black-armored warriors splashed in the thick night, the face of the boy in white was illuminated by the calm sword light, his pupils were calm, his The sleeves of the robe flew up, like white cranes in the dark night.
Liu Wuyan never thought that a person's sword could be so cold.
Emotionless, like ice.
But it is so beautiful, like the light falling on the extreme northern plateau, like snow falling from the sky in the dark night.
Those silent, sword-like black-armored guards fell to the ground one after another, and the splashed blood was mixed in the cold rain. They were the secret killers of the Jintang royal family, and they still didn't say a word until they died.
The world suddenly became silent.
The rain fell endlessly, the young man in white stood with a long sword in his hand, Jin Tang's dark guards fell into the rain, and Liu Wuyan smelled the bloody smell on them that would linger until death.
The iron mask on the face of a black-armored dark guard fell off and rolled to Liu Wuyan's hand. She reached out and grabbed the mask, staggered up, and looked in the direction the mask rolled. to the master of the mask.
Under the hideous mask was a very young face.
It was an ordinary young man, and when his eyes were closed, he was no different from an ordinary young man. These people who were loyal to the Jintang royal family and hid themselves in the dark until they died, no one knew where they came from and what their names were.
Liu Wuyan grabbed the mask and knelt on the ground.
The young man in white stared at those black-armored dark guards who had been nameless all his life, with a faint, almost sad look on his face.