Chapter 115: Good night

The moonlight is cold and the breeze is blowing.
There was a fire near the gloomy swamp. They had been waiting here for many days, but they were the ones who were used to waiting.
The Su family, Su Ziyi, performed the most difficult and dangerous task to kill Luo Xinhan, the richest man in Xizhou. Luo Xinhan has more than ten shadow guards to protect him day and night, and almost every day those who try to assassinate him are silently erased. Su Ziyi was the most silent slave dancer in the corner for a month in the most prestigious brothel in the local area, which attracted his attention and lowered his guard. It took another month to live and play with him, and understand all his habits and surrounding shadow guards. It took another month to make myself truly fall in love with him. It wasn't until the third month that she finally pulled out her knife.
The Su family Su Changli, who once chased and killed the unparalleled Wudang heir Wang Xuchen, chased for three months, from Tianqi to the Western Regions, broke ten horses on the road, and suffered more than ten injuries. Finally, Wang Xuchen's head was beheaded.
Mu Jia Mu Ying, his patience lies in the fact that the person who falls into his hands can not have a whole body of skin, but still can retain the last breath, relying on this breath to live for half a year. Life is better than death, but I can't ask for death.
Dark river, endless endlessly. They have always been patient with such things as murder.
Su Changli was silent while leaning on the huge sword and looking at the moon in the sky.
Mu Ying sneered, standing beside him: "It's a great night of murder."
Su Changli still didn't speak, frowning slightly, as if thinking about something.
Mu Ying's face was gloomy: "Are you worried about Jianxinzhong to help them? So where is it? We have seen four sword guards who are lawless. They are far away from you by their personal swordsmanship, but it seems strange. The sword formation is very difficult to break."
Su Changli shook his head: "In addition to the four sword guards, there are other masters in Jianxin Tomb."
"Other masters?" Mu Ying thought for a moment, "Who?"
"Jianxin has a month, sleeps and kills." Su Changli whispered.
"Li Xinyue, she has been dead for many years." Mu Ying said.
Su Changli nodded: "Yes, Li Xinyue is dead, but Heart Sword is still there, and the person who taught her swordsmanship is still there."
"Who?" Mu Ying asked.
"The world's number one swordsmith, King Li Su." Su Changli lifted the giant sword suddenly, and the sword head danced wildly.
Su Hongxi, Su Ziyi, and Mu Liangyue also stood up immediately, because they saw a person suddenly appeared at the entrance of the cave leading to Jianxin Tomb on the opposite side of the swamp.
The face of the opposite person could not be seen clearly through the faint firelight, but the voice was old and powerful: "The giant sword is flying into the sky, and the imitation sword of the fifth sword in the world broke the army. It was made when I was young, and I have not seen it for a long time ."
Su Changli looked at the giant sword and said solemnly: "It's a good sword."
"It's a pity that I didn't hold it in the hands of the right person. The murderous aura was too heavy and destroyed a good sword." Li Suwang said.
Su Changli moved forward step by step and walked to the edge of the swamp: "The sword is a murder weapon."
"Young man, are you talking about the sword in front of me?" Li Suwang said solemnly, with a violent wave of his hand, and the four long swords flew over the swamp suddenly.
Listen to the rain, watch the snow, look at the flowers, smell the wind.
Fengya four swords.
Su Changli lifted the giant sword abruptly, and with a strong wave, raised dozens of broken blades on the swamp, trying to block the four long swords.
However, seeing the four long swords severing countless swords all the way, in the blink of an eye, they were forced to Su Changli. Su Changli raised the giant sword, but saw four long swords nailed to his sword at the same time. He felt a huge impact. He wanted to separate the four swords, but was pushed back again and again. It was only dozens of steps later that he could barely block the four swords, but he felt the blood surge in his chest. Spit out a mouthful of blood.
King Li Su, the world's number one swordsmith, is good at more than just making swords.
King Li Su took a step forward and was about to go forward, but saw a young voice behind him: "Grandpa, your own business is your own business, so don't tell me."
King Li Su turned around. He heard where he was going and he heard that they were being chased by the dark river. Tomorrow Lei Wujie and others will leave the mound, so he came here today to repel the killers. But he didn't expect to be followed by Lei Wujie.
"This person is not easy to deal with." Li Suwang sighed.
Lei Wujie shrugged, "I've met people who are more difficult to deal with, but I have survived." After saying that, he went forward, but he walked to the edge of the swamp, and suddenly looked embarrassed: "But this swamp, it should be How to cross it?"
King Li Su sighed, grabbed Lei Wujie's shoulder, jumped up, and after a dozen steps on the swamp, he jumped to the opposite side. Mu Ying and the other four wanted to stop them, but when King Li Su stretched out his hand, Fengya's Four Swords retreated and forced them all back.
Lei Wujie drew the long sword around his waist and faced Su Changli: "Let's ask about the sword again."
Su Changli walked back step by step, frowning, the sword aura on Lei Wujie after leaving the mound was completely different. The sword aura before was fierce and vast, but now the sword aura needs to be easy-going and safe. too much. Su Changli has also experienced this stage and jumped from the Vajra Realm to the realm of freedom. He nodded to Lei Wujie: "Okay."
As soon as the voice fell, Su Changli jumped up. His swordsmanship is just like his sword name. The great sword leaps into the sky, and the chance to kill is cut down!
Lei Wujie also raised the sword in his hand and danced the sword in the air.
Swordsmanship, passed by Li Hanyi in Xueyue City, the famous paper falls into the clouds, the sword moves lightly, shaking Ruofei.
Jian Jue, known as Jian Xin Jue, handed down by King Li Su of Jianxin Tomb, moves with your heart and rises with your heart.
"The sword is not a murder weapon. It is your friend." Lei Wujie took the sword and landed on the ground.
Su Changli also carried the giant sword and fell heavily on the ground. After hesitating for a long time while looking ahead with the sword in his hand, he slowly said: "Die by such a sword. Why not."
Lei Wujie turned around and frowned slightly: "I did defeat you by a sword just now, but it is still too early to say life and death. That sword can't hurt you."
Su Changli shook his head, and did not turn around: "For the killer, losing is dead." Su Changli inserted the flying sword into the soil. At this time, a pillar of blood suddenly appeared on his chest, and blood sprayed. Out. He looked up at the sky, holding the giant sword in his hand, standing still.
Su Hongxi and Su Ziyi rushed over, only to find that the expression on Su Changli's face had frozen. Su Hongxi tremblingly stretched out her hand to probe his nose, with a sad expression on her face, but she was slammed down again. She whispered to Su Ziyi, "Chang Li is dead."