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"Cough, cough, cough." The black clothed man caught the flying knife that was flying in a circle around him and took half a step back. A large amount of blood oozed out of his mouth along with a suppressed cough. His steps seemed to be a bit unstable.

"Great Mystery Scripture, your guts have truly exceeded my expectations." To think that you would dare to kill someone with a wound after being hit by my Poison Palm and having your body unwell and recuperate … Could it be that you, Wu Gou, are no longer human? " The man covered in a black cloak laughed. His laughter was as harsh as a owl's.

The person who was referred to as the "Supreme Mystery Scripture" wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and coldly laughed: "Wu Gou, no one has anything to do with you? The dignified Hall Masters of Candle Stick Hall hit me so shamelessly. None of the four people from that day were able to kill me, but today, you, Eastbourne, want to kill me? "

Dongtang pointed to the people gathering behind him and said with a chuckle, "You still have over twenty people in my Eastern Towers, do you think that the Grand Mystery Lord thinks they are all dead?"

The Great Mystery Scripture lifted its chin and laughed arrogantly, "Aren't they dead in your eyes?" The four inch long flying knife slowly split open from the tip of his finger. It was as thin as a cicada's wing. The four daggers that had a tinge of jade on them made his blood-stained fingers even paler. It was so white that it was unreal. Next to the cicada blade was his cold gaze. "What? Want to bet that one of them will be able to leave this place today? "

Dong Tang scoffed. "There's no need. I don't think even the Grand Mystery Lord will be able to see the final result."

"These words." The four cicada blades flew out under the cover of the night with a chirping sound like that of cicadas. The long saber was slowly pulled out from the scabbard on his back, and the latter half of the sentence was spat out indifferently, "I will return it to you as it originally was." The tip of his foot twisted in the fallen leaves on the ground, borrowing the force to shoot out. The falling leaves filled the sky, and it messed up the eyes of the killer.

"Don't let him get away!"

"How could Wu Gou lose to you rascals? Today, none of you shall even think of leaving this place as long as you are alive! " The voice of the Supreme Mystery Scripture was like a thunderclap that rumbled through the entire forest. One sentence, yet it originated from over ten different locations, making it impossible for anyone to determine his location.

The snow-white saber blade silently slashed across the neck of a person, and then disappeared into the rain of blood.

"There is Lang Jing in the east, the dead cities in the south, the Xin Ling in the west, and the Tai Xuan in the north. Since Lang Kun is not here, let me experience the abilities of the Eastern Palace Master! "

Four cicada blades crossed each other, took off two heads and nailed them into the tree trunk. A figure appeared out of nowhere and took away the four cicada blades, then once again disappeared into the darkness.

"Lang Kun Jun killed the master of Candle Haze Northern Tang on my behalf. Tai Xuan should have taken your head off to repay him for saving your life!"

His voice was filled with hostility, echoing in the forest late at night. The assassins looked around, and two more people were killed.

"Master Zhao, Wu Gou Shuang Ming." A head was lifted up high and landed at the foot of the hall. The hall turned around and stabbed a dart into the black shadow. Tai Xuan let out a muffled grunt, but his laughter grew more arrogant. "Wu Gou's hatred, Wu Gou's hatred, Wu Gou's injustice, Wu Gou's death — — No one in Wu Gou's sect dares forget Wu Gou's hatred, Wu Gou's injustice, Wu Gou's death! Wu Gou's revenge, will definitely be avenged! "

Dongtang waved his arm to attract everyone's attention. He sneered: "Are you talking about your Hall of Assassins or your master?"

"So what if it's the Hall of Assassins? So what if it was Lord Wu Gou? All of you deserve to die. "

Another assassin had died.

Dongtang's pupils constricted as he forced himself to remain calm. "You're already injured, and now that you're wasting your internal energy on the 'Eight Melodies', aren't you just courting death?"

"Then what do you want? How about you take my palm? "

The sound did not spread any further. A palm shot towards the East Gate. Tang Dao in his left hand gripped tightly as he swung the blade horizontally across his arms.

"Step down!" "Don't take it head-on!" Dongtang only had time to give a warning as he channeled Qi into his Dantian and focused his palms to meet the one palm from the Supreme Mystery Scripture.

All the assassins backed away as soon as they received the order. None of them tried to take the hit. However, he did not expect the Supreme Mystery Scripture to be so determined. He threw out the Tang Dao in his hand and placed his palm on the back of his right hand to meet Dongtang's palm.

This Tang Dao was not an ordinary person. Its power was enough to slice through metal like mud, and with the Supreme Mystery Scripture infused in it, his body would not be able to fight back. This unexpected swing was like an arrow leaving the bowstring, piercing through the chests of the three people and nailing them into the tree trunk. As for the three corpses, not a single drop of blood flowed out from the wounds on their chests. The group who had escaped the calamity froze on the spot. No one dared to touch the sabre without a master.

Then he looked to the other side, Dongtang was clashing with his palm with all his strength. The place where his palm touched was soft and soft. He had clearly touched the Grand Mysterious Scripture's palm, but there was no place for him to use his internal energy. After a moment of surprise, the left palm of the Supreme Mystery Scripture came into contact with his palm. He used the inner strength of his palm to suck in the palm of his left hand and twisted his waist. Dongtang only felt a pain in his palm as the Supreme Mystery Scripture flew out from his palm. The cicada wing blade hidden in his sleeve slipped to the tip of his finger and the cicada chirping once again.

Dongtang Martial Arts was originally one of the best in the martial arts world. When the Supreme Mystery Scripture left, he had already understood the purpose of the move.

The Great Mystery Scripture's right palm contained an internal force that was intended to absorb the energy, but not confront it. It absorbed all of the internal force it sent out into the meridians in his right arm, and then used its internal force to disperse it. The two types of Qi were in harmony with each other in his palm and arm. Naturally, it was hard to distinguish each other, which also gave him the opportunity to rely on the strength of his own arm to forcefully turn around. His left palm was one step late. He lightly hit the back of his right hand with the back of his hand and separated the two with his inner force. As the force of the absorption disappeared, he used the momentum to turn around and leave.

Exquisite, risky, ruthless.

This was Dongtang's evaluation of his actions.

Wonderful, ordinary people do not dare to lift, think ordinary people can not think of, surprise.

Danger. When the force enters the body, it is unknown how dangerous it is. One misstep and you will lose your life here.

Ruthlessness! Even if the Supreme Mystery Scripture could only allow one to pass through the heavens, it was impossible to completely remove the force that entered one's body. If it was light, one's meridians would be damaged and their arms would be crippled; if it was heavy, their internal organs would all be destroyed.

Assassins were people who ate a bowl of rice that could be exchanged for their lives. Life and death had long been thrown away. It was common for them to exchange their lives with injuries. However, the Great Mystery Scripture's actions left the Eastern Courtyard with an indescribable chill in its heart.

The martial arts of the Supreme Mystery Scripture was stronger than the one in the East Pavilion by more than just a little. Even though he had not fully recovered from his injuries, it was still not difficult for him to escape. The Candle Stick Hall was at the exact moment when it was at odds with the Hall of Poison and Wine, it was impossible for them to take the initiative to fight Wu Gou. As one of Wu Gou's three strongest disciples, the Supreme Mystery Scripture was akin to having a death feud with him by killing him. It was not wise to do so at such a critical moment. This point was something that Dongtang understood, and the Supreme Mystery Scripture should be even more so.

During the war that year, both Wu Gou and Wu Gou's leaders had died in battle, causing the loss of the Vice Hall Master and the North Hall Master to the Hall Master. The enmity between the two sides was as strong as a wolf and tiger. It wouldn't rest until one side was dead. However, five years later, both sides were still hegemons. At this point in time, the martial arts world was in chaos. Everyone was in danger, so it was impossible for Wu Hou to make the foolish decision of taking revenge. Even if Wu Gou really wanted to fight, he would never let the Supreme Mystery Scripture get into danger alone.

In terms of emotion, even Dongtang couldn't guess the reason that the Supreme Mystery Scripture would rather die in battle than take a step back.

Ruthless, crazy, bloodthirsty, desperate.

Dongtang could smell the lingering scent of death on his body, and that was the reason for his uneasiness.

"Wa — —" The Supreme Mystery Scripture was on one knee on the ground, supporting himself with Tang Dao with one hand while holding the cicada blade with the other. He had exhausted all of his energy, and his palm, which had been cut by his weapon, was bleeding profusely, staining the ground red. The piece of land that Tang Dahai's saber had stabbed into was once again frozen by the cold energy of the saber, and the fresh blood did not even have time to seep into the soil.

The last eight assassins all held their weapons and surrounded him, but they didn't dare to attack because they were afraid of his abilities.

The black cloth covering his face had long since disappeared, revealing a delicate and pretty white face. His long hair, soaked with blood and sweat, was plastered to his cheeks, covering some of the pallor in his face. Her black eyes were filled with cold arrogance. Even in such a situation, she still looked down on him with disdain. It was as if the person who could lose his life at any time was not him, but him instead.

His lips were stained with blood, and his hair was drenched in sweat. He was so arrogant that he completely disregarded life and death, and so arrogant that he disdained everything.

"Killing a man in ten steps, unstoppable for a thousand miles. Touch your clothes and hide your skills and your name. " The Supreme Mystery Scripture recited a few times before suddenly raising his head and laughing out loud. He laughed until blood was choking his throat and then turned into a violent cough before stopping.

He stopped coughing and once again wiped the blood from his lips. With his head tilted back, he smiled and asked, "Do you know why I joined Wu Gou?"

Dongtang looked at this opponent who he had fought for ten years but had never seen in person before. He shook his head. "I don't know."

He respected him because the adversaries he acknowledged were always worthy of respect.

He was not in a hurry to kill him, because he knew that the other party still had something to say. He also knew that the other party was not afraid of death and did not want to delay time.

As an assassin, he understood how meaningless a prey's last struggles were, didn't he?

Therefore, he decided to chat with him for a while.

The Great Mystery Scripture kept the cicada blade back into his sleeve and sat down with Tang Dao in his arms. He leaned against the tree behind him — the old tree that was riddled with scars from the cicada wings in his sleeves and carried Tang Dao in his arms.

He looked at Eastern Tang and smiled. His smile was soft like the spring wind thawing. The cold and arrogant expression on his face disappeared in an instant. She really misses my master. So when Wu Gou stood in front of me and invited me to join them, I agreed. "

Dongtang waved his hand, signaling everyone to lower their weapons a bit. Then, he nodded and said, "Speak, I am listening."

However, the Great Mystery Scripture shook its head. "Actually, there's nothing much I want to say …" is that you're suddenly missing my master. "

DongTang looked at the blade in his arms and suddenly asked, "What's the name of your blade?"

"This?" The Great Mystery Scripture gently caressed the blade that carried a hint of coolness. A smile appeared in its eyes as it said, "Hanxue." Seeing the slight change in the East Hall's expression, he lightly repeated: "The Blue Mountain is covered with snow, this is the snow."

"The white head of the Azure Mountain Range is the 'negative snow'. How could the white head of the Supreme Profound Scripture not be covered with snow? Extermination in June, blood covered one's eyes. How could one know what blood was, and what snow was? "The summer heat in June is not as cold as the winter." The Supreme Mystery Scripture muttered to itself for a long time before raising its head to look through the tree branches at the mottled moonlight. Xia Chan is ignorant, but I wish for it to be carried Xue Yu Bing. "

He turned his gaze back to Easthall and smiled. "Before I die, can you tell me if I have found the wrong person after ten years of searching for my enemy?"

Dongtang was silent. After a moment, he lightly nodded. "You did not find the wrong person."

"The mountains are covered with snow, the summer cicadas speak of ice, and the blood geese flap their wings to end the snow. The end of it is something that cannot be put down or forgotten. " The Supreme Mystery Scripture shook its head and gave a carefree smile. Then, it threw Tang Dao to the side and spread out its arms. "Come."

Dong Tang asked, "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes that I can fulfill for you?"

The Supreme Profound Scripture tilted its head and said, "If possible, place 'Hengxue' and my cicada blade at the Crippled Feather Sect and help me confess my crimes to my master. If you want this knife, take it. My cicada blade is not worth much, so others would not be able to use it.

Dongtang nodded. "Is there anything else?"

"And …" The Great Mystery Scripture pointed to its own chest. "Stab it here, don't tie it to your neck. It won't look good if blood splashed all over your face."

Dongtang asked, "Is there nothing else?"

The Supreme Mystery Scripture's smile was somewhat helpless, "No more."

Eastern Tang asked hesitantly, "Is there really nothing else?"

The Supreme Mystery Scripture closed its eyes and smiled, "There's really nothing else."

Dongtang took the dagger from the hands of the killer beside him and clenched it tightly, ready to thrust it into the chest of the Supreme Mystery Scripture.

"Just a moment." A thick fog rose, and other than the East Hall who had time to hold their breath and jump away, everyone else silently fell to the ground.

Easthall waved his sleeves to clear the fog, and narrowed his eyes at the approaching person, his gaze cold: "What can I do for you, North Pavilion Master?"

A middle-aged man dressed in yellow clothes landed gracefully on the ground. He indifferently swept a glance at the dead bodies on the ground, shaking his head, "Have you given me any advice? I just happened to catch a whiff of your scent."

Dong Tang scoffed. "The North Court Master has a good nose. If he didn't come early, he would have died and you would have rushed here. Did he accidentally stun my subordinates?"

The yellow robed man smiled. "Is Hall Master Dong blaming me for being late?"

Dongtang coldly snorted, "I don't dare."

The yellow-clothed man raised his chin towards the Supreme Mystery Scripture and asked, "Is this man really planning to kill him?"

Easthall raised his eyebrows. "What opinions do you have?"

The yellow robed man said, "Bring him back. Who knows if he'll be able to attract Wu Gou's help."

Dongtang hesitated. "With him as the quality …" "Since we've already met once, it's best if we just give him a quick death."

The yellow clothed man laughed, "You are quite loyal. Now, Candle Haze and the poison wine were in a life or death situation. Wu Gou interjected with his foot, could Candle Haze fight one on one against two? Even if he could, when the dispute in the martial arts world arose again after a year or so, what would he use to protect the Candle Tide Hall? Currently, within the ranks of Wu Gou, the status of the Supreme Mystery Scripture was even higher. Wu Gou can only withdraw his troops if he is in our hands. Do you think that Hall Master Dong should know which is more important? "

The Eastern Palace wasn't stupid. After some consideration, they nodded: "That's good too. Let's do as you said and bring him back."

The yellow clothed man raised his hand, "Then may I ask Hall Master Dong to seal the acupuncture points all over his body? Your acupuncture skills should be a bit better than mine. "

Dongtang nodded. Throwing away the dagger, he bent over to investigate the Taixuan meridian, then the Sealing Meridian.

The yellow clothed man slowly walked over, bent down and picked up "Hung Xue", played around with it in his hand, then walked over to the killers on the ground: "Then I will also wake them up first, the Great Mystery Scripture is a martial art, you must be careful."

Dongtang smirked. "Don't worry, I naturally know that."

The yellow robed man leisurely walked behind him before he leisurely smiled and said, "Oh, then I will say too much. I'll have to trouble Hall Master Dong." "Also, there is something I need to apologize to you first."

Dongtang casually asked, "What is it? I don't know when you're going to be such a guest … "Ugh …" Before he could finish his casual words, he felt a chill run down his spine. Lowering his head, he saw a sharp knife protruding from his chest. It just happened to pierce through the gap of his ribs without harming the blade.

The bloody tip of the blade instantly froze into ice, just like a blood-red long blade.