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The two horses jogged along the road. Behind them, there was a grey robed youth wearing a grey cloak. The wide hat covered most of his face, revealing his gray hair. His sickly white face was indifferent, and no emotions could be seen.

"Whiz ~ ~" The sound of the wind breaking could be heard as the grey haired youth pulled on the reins. His left foot was pulled out from the horse, and he turned around to hang on the left side of the horse, his right hand holding the reins while his left hand threw out several copper coins.

The white clad youth in front also pulled on his reins, stopping in his tracks. He casually threw out a few concealed weapons with his right hand, turned his horse around, and looked in the direction of the concealed weapons with cold eyes: "Who are you? Why did you block the way and kill them? "

What answered him were the three shadows that pounced towards the grey-clothed youth.

The white-clothed youth pressed a hand onto the back of the horse and jumped up. He slid out a hook from his sleeve and held it in his hand. He then hooked onto the stone wall and pointed his foot at the person who was charging at him like an arrow leaving the bow.

The hook caught the concealed weapons of the three people, and the flying foot blocked one of the blades. He took the opportunity to wrap his arm around his junior brother, then took three steps back to block him from behind. "Quicksand, are you alright?"

Flowing Sand took a step back, reached out his hand to seal the blood vessels on his left shoulder, and placed his right hand on the short sword at his waist: "I've been hit by a concealed weapon, so it's not too toxic. I should be able to hold on for a while."

Dazzling Spring bent his body slightly and pressed his toes against the ground. He gathered all of his strength and said, "Retreat. Try your best not to make a move."

Quicksand knew that his martial arts were lacking, so he responded in a low voice and retreated a few steps. "Be careful, Senior Brother."

"Don't worry about me." Dazzling Spring raised his hands and twirled the two hooks in his palms. A cold light flashed, "Just focus on your injuries." As the sound of his voice faded, he had already dashed out.

A white shadow appeared. It was so fast that no one could react to it.

Three bloody wounds appeared on the side of their necks. The corpse fell to the ground, and Dazzling Spring stood behind it. He casually flung the hook in his hand, and a drop of blood dripped from the tip of the hook. A gentle and harmless smile appeared on his face: "Sending a few nameless men to die is nothing. Is that all your Candle Stick can do? "

With a few chuckles, the three figures landed on the ground silently. The leader was about forty years old with a pale and thin face full of sickness. His body was thin and weak, as if he would fall down at any moment. The two people behind him each had a sword on their back. The sword hilt of the person on the left was pointed to the right, while the sword hilt of the person on the right was pointed to the left.

The sickly man opened his folding fan with a "pa" sound. He squinted his long, narrow eyes and asked, "Husband Soulreaper?"

Dazhi clicked his tongue and nodded: "That's me." But I never expected that a mere subordinate like myself would be worthy of the West Branch's' Sickly Wind and Willow 'and the two Heaven's Mandate coming personally. "

Sickly Wind smiled and said, "No, no, just one person alone is not worth it for us to come at the same time. However, if we add that junior of yours — it would probably be worth it for us to come here."

He turned around to look at Quicksand and laughed, "I am indebted to the West Hall for being worthy. They actually set the price for us fellow disciples at such a high price."

Sick Wind helped Liu say: "The North Hall Master and I originally came here for the sake of 'Prince Soulreaper' and 'drunkard with money'. Unfortunately, the two of you split up. Even though it's not good to say this... But I think that the two emissaries from the Valley of the Underworld are not something to be afraid of. "

"Is that so?" He chuckled, "I heard that the new Head of the Northern Hall, Candle, is very eccentric and used to coming and going about his own business. I assume that there won't be many people by his side this time?" Without my senior brother, who knows who will win and who won't. "

"Even if he can escape this time, you must die." Without 'husband who captivates the soul', what's the big deal? Really … I can't help but want to see his expression when he sees your faces. I'll give you your head as gift to the 'drunkard', and his, can you send it back to your Master? " Licking his lips, an intoxicated look appeared on his face.

"Not a bad abacus." He weighed the hook in his hand and raised his chin: "Come?"

Sick Wind lifted Liu Gan's hand and said, "Go, let me see what kind of abilities he has that will captivate your souls."

Qian Hen lowered his eyes and said softly, "The Unchangeable Soulreaper, Hades takes his life. If the soul reaper lets someone else take their life so easily, wouldn't that be the same as laughing to death? "

His clothes fluttered lightly, appearing like a ghost as he attacked with his strongest move and fastest speed, not daring to leave even the slightest bit of strength behind.

— —

"A poison expert, why don't you show yourself?"

Gongzi stopped running and leisurely stood in the poisonous fog. He didn't hold his breath or show any fear, he just smiled and looked in the direction in front of him.

A yellow figure appeared from behind the clashing bell with a smile on his face, "The Left Custodian ran so fast that I thought you were planning to escape. Who knew that you would bring me to the dilapidated temple outside the city that has been abandoned for so many years."

Gong Du shrugged, "There's bound to be a fight with those poisonous creatures. Do you think I can avoid them? This time, it's you alone. I wonder how many people will come next time. "

The yellow silhouette smiled and asked, "Do you think that you will win if I'm alone?"

Gongzi said, "I haven't tried it yet, who knows? As an assassin, when have we ever completed a mission to win for sure? "

"Two cuts, two cuts. These must be the special wounds of your throwing knives, right?" The yellow figure tossed him something.

Why did you cut off a piece of human skin?" The skin on his hand was only the size of a palm and there was a scar about two inches long on it. At first glance, it looked like there was only one scar, but upon closer inspection, it was formed by two extremely small scars. Such a small, short wound was obviously a small projectile.

The yellow silhouette laughed. "It's just a piece of human skin, and it was cut from a dead person. If I'm not bad, this hidden weapon is Tang Xiao's own creation. The person who used this hidden weapon should be you, right? "

Gongzi threw up his hands. "You're wrong about that." Even though Lonely Heaven is Tang Xiao's personal concealed weapon and doesn't have many people who can use it, I'm not the only one. "

The yellow silhouette showed signs of disbelief, "It's hard to find the materials needed to forge Lonely Heavens. Furthermore, it's impossible to create such an exquisite hidden weapon unless one is an expert blacksmith. Even if they were both, the way in which the blade worked was tricky. Even if it was Tang Xiao's direct disciple, how many people could actually learn it? "If I hadn't acted on my own initiative, there wouldn't be a third person besides you and Tang Xiao."

"Your Excellency's words are really arbitrary. Young master Qi can use this blade too. " Gongzi smiled, then added kindly, "Before his hand was broken."

The yellow figure was obviously silent for a moment before slowly asking, "Speaking of your fellow sect members, you are quite heartless."

Gong Du asked: "My fellow sect member? I am the Master of the Yu Shi Hall, Mo Yu, and he is the Master of the Bi Luo Mountain Sect, Zhuo Yi.

"Hur Hur Hur, that's true." The yellow figure was clearly unaffected by his nonsense, as he continued to ask about his own concerns, "But in the end, those four people were killed by you, right?"

Gong Ni nodded his head, "I was the one who killed him, what do you want?"

A yellow silhouette walked out from the fog and slowly drew his saber. "I don't want to be like that. I just want to test out just how capable you are."

Gong Tianni tilted his head, "Will anyone die?" The words were spoken in a relaxed manner. However, it was unknown when this long whip had appeared in his hand.

The yellow silhouette stretched his wrist. "It depends on your mood." Hugging his fist, he said, "Master Beitang, I'll have to ask for your advice."

"Pavilion Master Bei is too courteous." "En!" Gong Tianyi answered casually. A mass of fog exploded in front of him, and the fog dissipated. He could no longer be seen.

The hall master had witnessed his movement technique previously, so he didn't dare to underestimate him. He immediately focused his attention to listen to his surroundings, waiting for him to make the first move.

"Swoosh …" A sound of a whip breaking through the air rang out, and three clear sounds rang out in the air. The trajectory of the whip couldn't be accurately determined by the sound.

He unsheathed his saber from the scabbard on his back and held it horizontally, protecting the position where the long whip would come from. He then flung out a few poisoned silver needles with his left hand.

The long whip struck the saber blade, and before the hall master could make another move, it was retracted. The whip twisted in midair, blocking all seven silver needles. With a crisp sound, the silver needle returned to where the hall master was standing.

"Alright!" Pavilion Master Bei stepped aside to allow the silver needle to rest, and he couldn't help but give a "yes" in response. The silver needles were as thin as a cow's hair and the whips were soft. They were weak in the air and could barely block the needles in the fog. How hard could it be to hit them back?

Even though only three of the seven silver needles had been hit back and his strength had been lost, allowing him to easily avoid them, this whip technique still made the North Lord sigh in admiration.

"Hall Master Bei is too courteous."

There was a fishy smell from his nose, but he held his breath in time to inhale some of it. Startled, the whip was already in front of him. He hurriedly used his blade to block it.

Poisonous powder filled the entire sky. Even the Northern Pavilion Master, who was an expert in assassinating with poison, appeared to be somewhat slow in reacting. He knew that the long whip was in front of him, so he swung his blade, but he didn't expect to hit the poison powder wrapped around the whip. At such a close distance, the exploded poison powder splattered toward the North Hall Master with Gong Qing's display of strength.

Having gone through countless battles, he knew that he couldn't panic now. Closing his eyes and holding his breath, he waved his long blade and opened up all of the whips Gong Tianxiong had taken advantage of this opportunity. With his left sleeve, he used his internal energy to disperse the poisonous fog and threw out a few throwing knives.

"Drunken Wine" had completely displayed a length of more than ten feet. The two had to rely on sound to distinguish between each other's attacks. The use of their eyes was so low that it could be ignored. Having lost their most convenient eyes, the distance between the two became the key to victory. This place was none other than Hall Master Gongzi leading the Northern Hall Master here. Combined with Gongzi's long whip, it was enough to completely suppress Hall Master Beitang.

Both of them were experts in poison concocting, so it was easy to determine the advantages and disadvantages of a blade and a whip that were less than three feet long.

However, a twenty-something years old palace master would never be able to match up to dozens of years of the North Palace Master's life and death experiences, no matter how outstanding he was. He took back his long whip that carried the sound of wind. The large and small Buddhist bell in the middle of the broken temple was already ringing. He withdrew the long whip, and the three throwing knives held inside were also recalled. Two of the whips had been struck down along the way, but the other had brushed past Gong Qing's palms, causing blood to spurt out.

Gong Ni narrowed his eyes, sucked the wound into his mouth and silently retreated. The flying dagger cut his palm, but it also stopped moving. It just happened to remain in Gong Tianlang's palm and was easily kept in his bosom. The long whip in his hand lashed out once again, but this time, it wasn't towards the Northern Hall Master. Instead, it was lashed out towards the huge bell beside him.

Just as the North Pavilion Master was about to catch up to Zhang Xuan, deafening bell chimes suddenly sounded consecutively. The sound that he was barely able to identify had been completely concealed. Knowing that the bell wouldn't stop ringing and fighting was useless, this situation now had a huge impact on both sides. He wasn't in a hurry to give chase, so he decided to stay where he was and protect his vital parts while waiting for the man to attack.

A bell chimes. A hundred bells chimes. Gong Jue's strength was so strong that he couldn't wait to deafen the two of them. After ringing for an unknown amount of time, the sound finally calmed down after a full quarter of an hour. The North Pavilion Master closed his eyes and carefully examined the surrounding sounds. Other than the occasional bell chime, there was only the sound of the cold wind blowing.

After a quarter of an hour, a light drizzle began to fall from the overcast sky, and the fog was dispersed. It was only then that the North Court Master suddenly came to his senses.

The mist covered his eyes, the sound was deafening, and the poison was out of his mind.

The sky was cloudy and the fog shrouded the temple. The two of them were covered in poisonous substances.

Time, land, and he had helped him all by himself.

Head General Bei clearly understood the strange intentions of the palace and could not help but laugh out loud.

In terms of martial arts, the North Lord has been stronger than him for decades." In terms of physical strength, the North Pavilion Master was better off waiting for him to kill someone on the way than he was for Gongxu, who had been on the way for half a day. In terms of endurance, the mastery of the North Court Lord's kung fu skills ran counter to that of a professional killer who strived for a one-hit kill. After fighting for a long time, victory was assured.

Three disadvantages, but they were easily solved by Gong Tianyi with the word "deceitful".

Laughing loudly, he knew that he had been delayed for a long time, so he couldn't keep up with the chase. Thus, not disappointed, he walked out with widened strides. Before going down the mountain, don't forget to look at the temple's gate.

Ten Thousand Bell Temple.

The hall master laughed heartily, "Not at a loss at all. Being tricked by you isn't at a loss at all." When they reached the foot of the mountain, they saw that the horses tied to the tree were no longer there and knew that they had been ridden away by a traitor from the palace, so they didn't mind.

— —

"Senior apprentice-brother!" Quicksand advanced a few steps forward to catch the shallow mark, his expression somewhat panicked.

Light Mark spat out a mouthful of blood. Borrowing the strength of the quicksand, he rested for a few breaths before regaining his balance.

The sickly wind supported Liu Xin as it shook off the blood on the folding fan. With a cold smile, it asked, "Do you still want to come again?"

Flowing Sand saw that his senior brother's injuries were not light, but the three people in front of him only had light injuries. He quickly stood horizontally next to Drifting Water and asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, are you okay?"

He looked at the black blood that was seeping out of the wound on his shoulder, and tightened his grip on the two hooks. "I'm fine."

Sick Wind supported Liu Xiao and said, "Why are you boasting before you die?"

"It's just a small wound, what's the point of having a tight one?" He wanted to fight again.

"Senior apprentice-brother!" Flowing Sand reached out to support him and pulled out his dagger, "Senior Brother, please rest for a moment. Let me handle this."

Beads of sweat seeped out from his forehead, but he still managed to struggle free from the quicksand. "Nonsense, do you want to die?"

Quicksand smiled faintly: "I'm afraid that senior brother and I will not be able to escape death today. If we were to die early or later, what's the difference?"

Dang Hen shook his head: "I can't let you die in front of me."

Quicksand was slightly startled, not understanding. "What's the point?"

"No. I just don't want to see you die again. " As soon as he finished speaking, the two hooks on the white shadow changed color.

The tiny droplets of rain in the sky suddenly began to pour down. The rain washed away the blood on his white clothes. His gaze was clear, and his figure was nowhere to be seen.

Flowing Sand stared blankly for a moment as the scene before him overlapped with his memories.

"Eldest Brother!"

A long sword flew out from his chest, nailing the eldest senior brother to the stone wall. His feet left the ground, and a large amount of blood stained his gray long sleeves. As he screamed, he could clearly see his eldest senior brother's face, which opened his mouth but could not let out a cry of pain.

Without a doubt, the trapped Second Senior saw this scene in his eyes. However, his body never stopped moving. On his childish face, there was no fear, no fear, no anger. There was only a deathly coldness.

The eldest senior brother had already pulled out the sword that had pierced through his right chest and was now kneeling on the ground. His sternum was twisted and he used the Bone Shrinking Art to squeeze out the bleeding wound, then he pulled out a dagger from his boot and threw himself into the battle.

The same ruthlessness, the same decisiveness, the same lack of retreat.

The two of them were the real weapons that came out to kill. They did not feel pain, did not fear strong enemies, and did not fear death. As long as the weapon in their hands remained in place, as long as they had the strength to move their limbs, their slaughter would not stop — either by killing the opponent or by being killed by the opponent.

However, the two standing side by side were the strongest. The two separated were only outstanding assassins.

Behind the shallow mark, there was always a gap for the palace to walk through. Inadvertently to pay attention, is more than a decade to knead the habit of bone marrow, how can a day and night lightly change?

Quicksand's fingers tightened slowly, and the dull ache in his shoulder seemed to fade.

"I don't want to hide behind senior brother anymore." With a low mumble, the folding fan below Liu Ming's ribs was opened by the sword that had suddenly appeared. The sick wind couldn't help but push Liu Ming back a step.

Out of the corner of his eye, Drifting Water saw his junior brother and did not say another word.

Just as Quicksand had said, sooner or later, they would all die.

Rather than sit still and wait for death, it was better to fight to the death.