Chapter 702: The story of a city and a knife (middle)

The street is covered with a thin layer of snow, leaving a clear line of footprints on the snow.
Chen Changsheng had reached the end of the street and turned right, which was the Beibing Masi alley.
More than ten feet away, you can see a courtyard wall, behind which is the courtyard.
There has been no sound from behind him.
The sound of swords or fighting.
But his mind was not affected in any way.
Because he believed Wang Po.
As long as Wang Po is behind him, even if he is facing a legendary strong man such as Tie Shu, he only needs to look in front of him.
The courtyard wall, and the courtyard behind the wall.
There was a wind, howling, a bit harsh.
The thin snow on the street was rolled up, and the snow on both sides of the roof fell.
It was unusual for a wind breaking sound to ring around.
A figure broke through the snow.
A sword came out of the figure and pierced his eyebrows.
Even a few feet away, Chen Changsheng could feel the sharp edge and the meaning of death attached to the sword.
His eyes narrowed not because of the sword, but because of the figure itself.
Flying snow splashed from the oscillating coat, some bright light debris looming in between.
This assassin who has been hiding in the snow for a long time seems not to be in the splashing snow, but in another world.
That is because the assassin has his own world, and those bright light debris are also proof.
The first enemy Chen Changsheng met today was an assassin in a star-bound realm.
The powerful monks in Juxing Realm can be great heroes in counties and elders in various denominations. Who wants to be a blind assassin?
Assassins of this level are very rare.
Even if it's a clear official, there won't be much.
There is only one place in the entire continent.
It was a very unknown killer organization, and Su Li was one of them.
No one knows the origin and location of the killer organization.
But Chen Changsheng knew.
This killer organization actually belongs to Tianji Pavilion.
Seeing the first sight of the assassin in the Starfield, and seeing the familiar assassination style, he determined the origin of the other party.
The court successfully conquered Tianji Pavilion.
Chen Changsheng was not surprised, but began to worry about Liu Qing.
Then he focused on his eyes, focused on his heart, and backed away.
It was a very simple retreat, and the cold sword hidden in the wind and snow fell through.
When the sole of his boots broke through the thin snow, he choked, and the scaleless sword came out of the sheath, no longer hiding the front.
With the wind and snow, he couldn't see where the assassin was.
But his eyes have been falling somewhere in the snow, without hesitation for a moment.
The sword intention of Wu Zhanjian went along with his eyes.
There was a snort.
A blood burst from the snow.
The figure of the assassin was forced out by his sword, and he kept going back until he finally hit the courtyard wall heavily.
The snow on the wall fell down, fell on the assassin's face, and was washed away by the gushing blood.
There was an extra deep blood hole in the assassin's throat.
His eyes were filled with anxiety and despair.
He couldn't understand why Chen Changsheng could see his position.
Even if it can be seen, why can his sword break his own star field so easily?
Of course, Chen Changsheng can break this assassin's star field.
Because he used Huijian, he had a pair of bright eyes.
Now, he is as strong as a mountain, his mind is as soft as the sea, and his sword is extremely brilliant.
Compared with those who are really strong, his current state of cultivation is still inadequate, but in terms of vision and kendo level, he has already reached a certain height.
To a certain extent, he can face all opponents of the same level with an attitude of looking down.
This assassin is also in the Star World, but he is not as good as him, and the assassination method used is inherited from Su Li and Liu Qing... How can he stop his sword?
Blood melted into the snow and mixed with some disgusting pulp. The assassin slipped off the wall and sat dead.
Chen Changsheng continued to walk forward.
His footsteps are still stable and gentle, his expression is still calm, and he seems very cautious.
With a sword, killing a strong enemy, after all, a lot of mind was lost, and more importantly, he knew that the battle had just begun.
The court conquered the Tianji Pavilion, so there must be more masters than he had estimated in this courtyard.
He is not Zhou Dufu, nor Su Li, and now he can barely see Wang Po's back, where can he be called invincible.
That night, he was able to break into the courtyard and kill Zhou Tong's soul, which was unexpectedly convenient. Today, naturally, there is no way to be so simple.
He knew that he would definitely meet his opponent today who he could not overcome. This is what he meant.
After all, he is too young and has less than three years of monasticism. There are many strong men in the world who can use their real power to crush him so that his vision and level of kendo cannot be brought into play.
For example, Zhou Tong, who no longer underestimates the enemy and will not allow any accidents to happen.
For example, the powerful men in front of the Xiaoyao list.
For example, Xiaode appeared in front of him at this time.
The fifth in the Xiaoyao list, the first strongman of the Mesozoic generation, Xiaode.
Watching him coming from the snow, a little respect appeared in Xiaode's eyes, not as dismissive as Hanshan first met.
"Today I will take you on the road."
When Chen Changsheng knew about the change of Tianshuling, Xiaode and Xiao Zhang played a very important role in the battle of the Royal Palace. He should not be surprised that Xiaodehui should deal with himself at the request of the court, but he did have some surprises at this time. The embassy of Baidi City is still in Kyoto, no matter from what aspect, Xiaode will not shoot, unless...
Suddenly he felt that the cold in the snow was getting more and more real.
There was still no sound on the street at this time, the sound of swords or fighting sounds, Wang Po had not yet made a sword.
Numerous figures appeared in the snow, all masters, I believe there are more assassins and killers hidden in the dark.
Looking at the courtyard in front of him, Chen Changsheng was silent.
Because he understood.
The courtyard is so close, but it is not possible to enter today.
At this time, he could only see some pictures in the courtyard, such as the wall head like a white line, and the begonia tree protruding from the wall head.
Begonia trees have long fallen off their leaves, and the bare branches are covered with snow, and it looks very withered and cold.
There was silence.
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When the second Tang family laughed silently, it would look funny.
To his opponent, his face at this time was actually very scary.
When the second Tang family smiled and showed no expression, it was most cold, like a dead man.
Wang Po looked at this handsome, funny, scary, cold, ugly face that he hadn't seen for many years, but it was hard to forget, and suddenly had a strong desire.
When he was a tenant in Wenshui City, he often had this kind of longing, but because of those four words, he always endured.
Grace is like a mountain, it is indeed four words.
The Tangshui family in Wenshui is very gracious to him.
What can you do when the mountain falls head-on?
Wang Po never thought about this problem.
His knife is straight, and his view of the world is straight.
There is Qiu Bixue, and there is gratitude, so there is such a simple matter, where to think about.
Until today, I heard the words of the second Tang family.
You are not allowed to leave the knife.
His eyebrows were drawn down, looking very sad, and asked, "Who does this mean?"
The second Tang family understood what he meant and said: "Of course it means the old man."
Wang Po looked at him without speaking.
The second prince of the Tang family mocked and said, "If it means what I mean, how can I block your knife? I will be particularly happy to watch you die in the hands of Iron Tree."
Wang Po thought for a while and said, "Not bad."
The second grandfather of the Tang family said: "But the old man likes you like his grandson. He doesn't want you to die before let me say this."
Wang Po was silent again.
"Just now you must think that our Tang family is preparing to threaten the enlightenment. It is very shameful." The second Tang family stared at his eyes with an unabashed malicious intent: "Now I find that the Tang family actually wants to protect you You can’t look down on us businessmen, do you feel sad?"
Wang Pojing looked at him quietly and said, "Since you want me to die, then it can be regarded as that you didn't say this today."
"Although I want you to die, I don't want you to die like that, dead is worthless."
The second Tang family looked at him slightly and said: "I don't care what the old man thinks, I only know that my Tang family has paid a lot for you. You are a product of my Tang family and a investment of my Tang family. In a business, even if you are going to die, you have to earn enough money for my Tang family to come back. How can you die for such an inexplicable reason?"
How can there be any heroes, the right way is vicissitudes.
It is inexplicable.
If you are going to die, what the is worth, how can you go mischief with that child?
So, what is valuable?
Wang Po understood.
The position of the pope is the most valuable thing in the world.
Go round and round, little by little, in the end, it turned out to be the same thing.
This day of early snow in Kyoto, in the eyes of many people, was the day he and Chen Changsheng killed Zhou Tong.
In the eyes of some people, it was the day when Chen Changsheng died.
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(The error was fixed at noon in 1207.)
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