Chapter 2: Invisible kill

Three times a month, 27 times in nine months.
Since her retreat in Baita, Houshan, Shen Zhenyi has faced 27 different assassins, and each batch of assassins has become stronger and stronger. At that time ten days ago, the person who shot was already a first-class master in Jiuyoudi. This pair of human palms has worked hard for at least thirty years, and the power of splitting palms can be released three feet away, and it is also sufficient to open the stone and stone. It is by no means an unknown generation.
Assassin identity is on the horizon, but it's not worth Shen Zhenyi's time and thoughts to understand.
Because he was still sitting here well, the killers had all turned into unknown bodies, falling from the cliff behind him into the sea.
Interrogation still did not get an answer.
Shen Zhenyi seemed to say to himself: "From the perspective of your sword, you have already gained the endless meaning of the third realm of mercy killing swordsmanship. It is because Master Liu Ru has not entered the martial arts so early. Seventh realm. As long as you converge your mind and work hard for ten years, you can fight with the world ’s heroes. "
"If you turn now and leave, I can treat you as if you haven't been."
Shen Zhenyi paused for a moment and sincerely advised: "You are not quite thirty years old and you are quite young. It would be a pity to die here."
There was a quiver of trembling in the darkness, and the assassin with perseverance could no longer be calm.
Every word of Shen Zhenyi was hit.
His martial arts advancement, his age, and even his identity, looked at the fire in the face of this futile Shen Sangong.
The assassins had goosebumps all over them, feeling as if they were exposed to the broad daylight and unable to keep any secrets.
The beast-like intuition told him that he should follow Shen Zhenyi's advice, and immediately turned to flee, leaving the terrible existence in front of him, and never set foot on Jianshan Village again. But rationality also told him that Shen Sangong's strength is a thing of the past. A man with severe meridians and incapable of using infuriating energy can no longer use the clever swordsmanship.
This is a good opportunity to stop coming!
The assassin's ambition burned wildly, and the burning pain from his soul made him unable to wait any longer. He yelled, flew out of his hiding place, exhausted his whole body strength, and stabbed Shen Zhenyi's chest with a sword.
This is the sharpest sword in his life.
It is the mountain, and it will be split by this sword with no return!
Shen Zhenyi refused to let it go, and did not mean to do anything. On the contrary, like the elders pointing at the juniors, they generally taught patiently: "You have a somewhat magical sword that turns reality into phantoms, but the killing is still too heavy. It is important to know that the merciless killing swordsmanship is based on the" intentional killing ". To 'kill', but to remain 'unintentional' at all times "
The assassin could not hear anything, he only saw that the sword tip was about to advance into Shen Sangong's body three feet. As long as this sword can be successful, he can replace Shen Sangong as a living legend.
At this moment, he was blind because of his ambition, and only thought about the glory that he deserved after the event.
But the next second, a weird look appeared on the assassin's face.
He couldn't believe it, watching the sword in his hand start to break down, just as fragile as the shattered fallen leaves just now.
This is a dazzling wonder.
With the assassin's rush, the long sword made by Baisteel is like a piece of tender tofu, which is evenly cut by invisible sharp objects. The cut was smooth as a mirror, and the blade shuddered and split into two halves, like the ugly snake with two heads twisting and swinging.
The incision developed from the sword tip to the sword ridge, then to the hilt, and then to his palm, wrist, arm, and even the body.
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The wind whispered softly, and the assassin's body cracked from the center of his eyebrow. Surprisingly, even a drop of blood had not spilled. The remains of the two slugs were undecided, passing over each side of Shen Zhenyi's body, and the moth fell into the cliff of death like a fire.
It took a long time before two consecutive thumping sounds came.
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Spray splash.
The body fell into the deep sea.
Shen Zhenyi frowned slightly, lowered her head, and wiped away the dust from the clothes. From start to finish, he didn't do anything extra.
The young assassin died without staring, he never understood how he died.
After a long time, Shen Zhenyi picked up the tea cup and smelled it, and threw the tea cup together.
"It's a pity that it got bloody"
"You'll be here one day later."
With a little regret in his tone, he pushed the wheelchair sideways down the mountain.
Shen Zhenyi usually lives in the Ivory White Tower in Houshan. He entered the tower along the winding mountain road. The two copper doors at the bottom of the tower closed silently. The heavy dark clouds covered the moonlight, and the shape of the white tower of Abandoned Sword Villa, a symbol of light, became obscure, as if to be dissolved in the deep night.
Everything goes to peace.

The dead do not affect the weather.
The second day was an ordinary sunny day, the sun was rising, and the morning glow gilded the white tower.
Shen Zhenyi arrived at the top of the mountain early in the morning. Of course, in the eyes of many people, it is just a fallen teenage genius in a lonely daze.
At the top of the hard bluestone is an iron sword, and Shen Zhenyi's Zeng Yizhi's skill prevails. However, not in the hands of the first swordsman in the world, it is just a standard ordinary steel sword used by disciples of Jianshanzhuang. The price is one, two, seven money and one silver handle. The front is wide and the back is narrow. The length is two feet, two inches, and three points.
Because of the heavy humidity in the mountains, dark brown spots and rust were already on the sword, and there was no luster. The sword spike was originally red, and it faded into yellow with the sun and rain.
Nine months ago, Shen Zhenyi deeply inserted the sword into the slab, and wrote the word "Sword Mound", dragged the disabled body and worshiped seriously.
All the people in the abandoned Jianshanzhuang were puzzled, and his father and brother asked questions, but he just smiled and didn't answer.
Every morning since then, after watching the sunrise, Shen Zhenyi will scan the humble sword mound by the way.
Today is certainly no exception.
Shen Zhenyi burned two pots of paper money, spilled a glass of water and wine, and fainted for a long time in front of the sword.
As he looked up, he noticed that the grass on the side was shaking slightly.
Shen Zhenyi half-closed his eyes, indifferently said: "Houshan White Pagoda is a forbidden area of ​​the abandoned sword villa, and those who break in will be punished for three months. Why does Miss Chu always know why?
His voice was not loud, but it was enough for the people hidden in the grass to hear. Just listening to a snoring sound, a 14-year-old girl in a red suit drilled out, with dry grass on her head.
The expression of the girl in red was a little embarrassed, and she wanted to show an indifferent look, with black and white eyeballs dripping around, and couldn't help asking: "How do you know I'm here?"
Shen Zhenyi glanced at her and said leisurely: "If I were you, I would never hide in that unlucky place."
The killer last night was exactly the same as the hidden position of this Miss Chu.
His body is now feeding fish under the cliff.