Chapter 185: There are two points in the world

Wang Yizhi is waiting for someone, and he is waiting at this moment.
A group of seven people ran from a distance, inconsistently, and quickly passed through the icy rain. The rain wet their clothes and their sharp blades.
The seven people came to Wang Yi's position, and stopped in a semi-enveloping posture. They stood in front of each other three times, and were ten times more tired than Wang Yi's.
Wang Yizhi was still seated. He raised his eyes and smiled slightly. Even in such a desolate place, when he smiled, he still looked like Jin Yumantang. The calmness of his eyebrows was very elegant.
When I saw the appearance of Wang Yizhi, seven people couldn't help but stunned them. They have also seen some dignitaries, but they have never been one. Like Wang Yizhi, even in the rubble, they still look like precious pearls. .
I am at the end of life and death.
"I'm a little tired." Wang Yizhi said, "From the Southern Song Dynasty to the Northern Wei Dynasty, you persecuted more and more. I didn't want to hurt people. Now it seems that I have to do it occasionally." The murderousness was so incongruous that even if he made a declaration to hurt people, no one could raise the alert.
Before his words fell, an assassin felt a flower in his eyes and a cold neck. In the final vision, it was Wang Yizhi's peaceful eyes.
什么 When did he come here?
As the assassin fell, the assassin was still thinking.
The moment the assassin fell, Wang Yizhi dropped the half-cut sword at hand, and along the momentum of the first assassin fell, he easily picked up the long sword he had. The half-cut sword was picked by him, and it was good. He wouldn't be polite.
After picking the sword, Wang Yizhi showed an indifferent smile again, stepped one step forward, and passed the sword assassin towards the second assassin on the right. Even if it was extremely fierce killing, his movement still brought the elegance of a natural nobleman, so It seems that only a fresh willow branch is folded down and then given away to others.
He touched his neck again, and in the unbelievable eyes of the other side, he resolved the second enemy.
When the third person's turn came, the other party finally reacted, avoiding the key points in time, leaving only a bloodstain on his shoulder. Wang Yizhi smiled, and with some pity, stabbed his backhand at the fourth person.
Unexpectedly, the seven people suddenly turned into star-killers. The two of them were immediately dismissed. They chased into the Northern Wei from the territory of the Southern Song Dynasty, and Wang Yizhi only continued to bypass and try to avoid them. The confrontation, but unexpectedly backhand at this time, and his sword skills are still so brilliant.
The cold rain silk has been inseparable. It was sprinkled on the roof, dripping down the edge of the eaves, and the heavy coldness and coldness rolled up the earth accompanied by water vapor. At this time, Wang Yizhi's face was covered with a layer of rain and his hair. It was all soaked, a few strands of hair clinging to his cheeks, and his eyebrows became clearer.
There were several scars on his body, blood leaked from the wounds, soaked his clothes, and was diluted with rain water, as if he was stained with water.
Wang Yi sighed and drew the sword from the neck of the person in front of him, watching him slowly fall, and became the seventh body lying on the ground.
Some strange smiles, Wang Yizhi dropped the seized sword, turned and walked towards the earth house behind him, before walking to the door, the broken and decaying wooden door squeaked open, and the blood on the man standing at the door was mottled It was almost impossible to see that the monk's robe was originally white, and his brows were a bit delicate and red, and the hair on his head was slightly black, and the hair grew less than a point.
Wang Yizhi smiled at the monk: "Silent, how did it come out? Your injury is not good yet, it is better to rest more."
Silent eyes glanced over Wang Yizhi's body and then the corpse behind him, passing the pain of compassion in his eyes, and clasped together: "The layman stained his hands with blood in order to save me, it is a guilty sin."
Wang Yiyi smiled and pulled silently and dragged him into the house, preventing him from looking at the dead body in the rain any more.
Xun Jing was seriously wounded and was chased down because of his entrustment. If he really wanted to be held accountable, the original origin should still be attributed to him.
Some time ago, he noticed something strange and wanted to warn Chu Yu, but he was about to leave at that time, and entrusted the matter to Jiran, but unexpectedly changed in the middle, so that Jiran was affected by this.
Silently escaped, but another group of people had followed him, and followed in the footsteps of silence, to find him who is staying in Jiangling, intending to cut the grass and root out.
Although Wang Yizhi practiced swordsmanship for a long time, he did not like fighting with people. He was quite boring when he encountered an assassin. After entering the Northern Wei Dynasty, the original assassination became an assassination, and the other party seemed to let go of all his scruples, forcing him to take it seriously.
He intends to take a silence to a friend's house in the Northern Wei Dynasty, so that he can easily heal his wounds. It is always bad if he brings a group of assassins to his door to bring harm to his friends.
I say no, only killing.
此处 Here tonight is the dead place he prepared for.
I glanced at Wang Yizhi's contemplative look, and he felt even more guilty. He knew of Wang Yizhi. Although his background was noble, Wang Yizhi's hands never contaminated a life, but today he broke his commandment.
After noticing the silent eyes, Wang Yizhi knew what he was guilty for a moment. He lay silently in the soil inside the house and laughed casually: "Kill and kill. The cause of this happened to me. Difficult If you do n’t kill someone, would n’t I fail the king ’s will?

Silently, the injuries have been lingering, but it is not easy to hold them up. Seeing Wang Yizhi's expression lightly, he finally relieved his heart and fell asleep again.
He smiled and fell asleep, Wang Yizhi turned his head and looked at the wall, in the direction of Jiankang, as if he could pass through the wall far away: "Princess, you should be aware of my study, right?"
He is not in a hurry to return to Jiankang to call Chuyu for warning. The information left before is enough for Chuyu, not to mention, Wang Yizhi has some confidence in Chuyu.
Just ...
"Northern Wei, Northern Wei ..." Wang Yizhi muttered twice, Qing Jun raised his eyebrows slightly.
After these assassins entered the Northern Wei Dynasty, they became even more unaware. Does this mean that they originally came from the Northern Wei Dynasty? And what does Rong Zhi have to do with the Northern Wei Dynasty?
"Tolerance ..."
Uh ...
"Sister ..." The cold chill penetrated into the room surrounded by warmth, and Liu Ziye couldn't help curling up and shrinking into the quilt.
His eyebrows were locked tightly, and even in dreams, he showed an uneasy and painful expression.
I rolled over, and the cruel and brutal young emperor murmured in a dream: "Sister ... don't blame me ..."