For this wedding, welcoming the bride was naturally the top priority. Fang Long specially sent masters of Yin and Yang Dao to escort her along the way, as well as guards from the Heavenly Demon Sect and Wu Qing Dao. He was worried that some irrational disciples of the sect would do something extreme. things to come.
After all, Qiu Honglei is too popular in the sect, and now she is getting married, which may be difficult for some disciples in the sect to accept.
But no matter how extreme it is, no one will directly assassinate the saint.
The assassin suddenly jumped out of the crowd just now. Everyone thought he was just some crazy admirer who liked the saint, so they planned to just teach him a lesson.
Who knew that the body method was too fast, and got in through the gap before the blockers formed a circle.
The onmyoji masters in the escort finally reacted, and they all wanted to draw out their weapons to intercept. Read the book
Unfortunately, the man's sword was too fast. They were only halfway out of their weapons when there was already a red dot between their eyebrows, the sword energy entered their brains, and they died suddenly on the spot.
Immediately afterwards, the force of the sword continued unabated, and it penetrated directly into the sedan chair, and a woman's screams came from inside.
The assassin didn't stop at all. He tiptoed a little, and his whole body turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the distance.
After the whole process, in the blink of an eye and a few breaths ago, many onlookers were still sad that the saint got married. Who knew that the next moment the saint would be stabbed to death in the sedan chair!
Shadow Tower!
The same words came to everyone's mind.
Only the ace assassin of Youying Tower can achieve this kind of hit and escape thousands of miles away.
Originally, with the saint's cultivation level, it was impossible for even the ace assassin of the Shadow Tower to kill her in an instant when facing an enemy head-on.
But today is her big day, surrounded by guards, her spirit must be particularly relaxed.
In addition, his view was blocked by the sedan chair, so he was attacked and killed by the assassin without even having time to react.
Many calm people in the field instantly reconstructed the whole thing, but more people were crying for their fathers and mothers.
The saint is not only the goddess in the eyes of many male disciples of the religion, but also a symbol of the religion, and she died here!
Many people were so anxious that they rushed over to check the situation in the church, but the security team shouldered their responsibilities. If they dared to let these people get close, they instinctively stopped them. This quickly aroused public outrage. Many people started to curse, and some people even exchanged blows. stand up.
As the scuffle began in the field, a soft voice suddenly sounded: "Stop!"
Everyone was shocked because they were so familiar with this voice. They turned around and saw a charming woman slowly walking over from a short distance away. Who could she be if she wasn't a saint?
Many people are a little confused. The saint is here, so who is the woman who died in the sedan chair just now?
Qiu Honglei said with some sadness: "Junior sister Pan had expected that someone would take advantage of this wedding to cause trouble, so she proposed to attract attention in the sedan chair on my behalf. I was a little disapproving at first, but I didn't expect that it turned out to be what she expected. It’s a pity that in order to save me, she took her life instead.”
She had been following nearby secretly, but she never expected such a turn of events.
It was originally planned that Pan Qiaoqiao would attend the wedding on her behalf and attract Lu Sanyuan and others to gather, but who knew she would die here.
In desperation, she had no choice but to show up and continue to take the bride's place. Saving the master was the most important thing. As for the rest, I think Azu would understand. It wasn't really a wedding anyway.
At this time, the guard had opened the curtain of the sedan chair, and as expected, sitting inside was Pan Qiaoqiao from the Tianmo Sect.
The people in the demon sect around them were a little confused. Pan Qiaoqiao and the saint had always been at odds with each other. Why did they sacrifice their lives for her this time like sisters?
Could it be that they have been acting for outsiders all these years?
But this acting is too good.
However, although this matter was strange, no one got to the bottom of it.
Everyone is mostly happy, after all, the saint is safe and sound now.
As for Pan Qiaoqiao, although she usually has some suitors, her popularity is far behind Qiu Honglei's.
Only the one who was originally responsible for escorting
Some of the guards were a little shocked, because they also had the task of keeping an eye on Qiu Honglei.
They didn't even know when the other party left!
Presumably, Pan Qiaoqiao must have cooperated with her inside and outside and helped her escape.
However, if the saint is really killed, they all will not be able to live without food. Now it seems that the result is good.
Soon everyone carried out Pan Qiaoqiao's body and found a new sedan for Qiu Honglei to sit on.
The top priority is to safely deliver the saint to the wedding venue. As for the other matters, we will report them carefully later.
On the other hand, the assassin who just had a figure like electricity was walking around various buildings. He threw his hat, mask, jacket, etc. into some corners along the way, and he quickly became like other ordinary demon sect disciples. There is no difference.
The corners of his lips raised slightly, obviously very satisfied with this assassination operation.
Suddenly, he trembled and looked up at a man not far ahead.
Zu An also looked at him: "Brother, your sword is really fast."
This assassin actually looks a bit delicate, and his face seems to be as pale as if he had not seen the sun all year round, but he is not like a night elf, but a pure human.
What happened just now, he also came after hearing the news. Although the assassin was fast, how could he be faster than him.
Originally, he planned to follow the other party quietly to see if he could get any clues about the Shadow Tower.
The Shadow Tower is so mysterious that even the Embroidered Clothes Messenger only knows about them with scales and claws.
Unexpectedly, after tracking him for a long time, he discovered that he did not go to any secret stronghold in the Shadow Tower. Instead, he changed his clothes and pretended to be an ordinary disciple of the Demon Cult.
He didn't have so much time to waste on the other party, so he simply showed up to meet him.
"How long have you been following me?" The assassin asked just to confuse the other party. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly appeared in front of Zu An in the blink of an eye, with a slender sword. When it was pulled out, it was stabbing the opponent between the eyebrows.
Just now, two senior masters of Yin and Yang Dao were killed by his sword, and they didn't even have time to draw out their weapons.
It's just that the assassin's pupils shrank sharply now, because his invincible sword stopped unexpectedly and was caught lightly by two ordinary fingers.
If anyone dared to lift his sword like this on a normal day, with his sword energy, he would be able to cut off two of his fingers, and then stab his brain with the sword.
But no matter how hard he tried, the sword in his hand could not move forward at all.
He was horrified, and decisively abandoned his sword and flew back. As an assassin, he had always scorned the idea that the sword would kill the person, but the person would die with the sword.
As an assassin, the most important thing is to save your own life so that you have a chance to complete the mission.
Although the sword is important, it is nothing compared to life.
Perhaps it was the terrifying pressure brought by the person opposite him, but he had never felt that he was so fast before, even half as fast as the speed he had just assassinated the Saint.
Even so, he still didn't dare to relax at all, and at the same time, he sprinkled a handful of poisonous powder behind him, activating all the life-saving magic weapons he had accumulated over the years.
As long as you give him a moment to breathe, he can disappear into the alley in front. When the time comes, he will change his appearance and blend into the crowd, making it impossible for the other party to find him again.
However, his figure suddenly trembled, and his eyes showed fear that he had never seen in his life. He was hit by someone on his acupuncture point.
What kind of terrifying monster is this man, and why is his cultivation so incredible?
Zu An retracted his finger and came to him again: "I just have something to ask you, so there is no need to run so fast."
The strength shown by the opponent just now is no less than that of the chief disciples of those sects competing in the Dao Sect Competition on Zishan Mountain. Judging from his age, it seems that he is not older than many of the chief disciples. He actually has such a cultivation level. This Shadow Tower is indeed Unfathomable.
Seeing the horrified look on the young man's face, Zu An smiled and casually sat on a stone nearby: "What's your name?"
That young man's mouth
His lips were tightly closed, obviously not wanting to speak.
"If you don't answer this kind of question, believe it or not, I will send you to Yin Yang Dao. The people there not only like beauties, but they are also interested in young men with delicate features like you." Zu An sneered.
"You!" The young man's expression changed. He was not afraid of being tortured, but thinking about that kind of thing made him feel cold. "Your Excellency has such a high level of cultivation, how could you do such a demeaning thing?"
The anger value from Jingli is +110+110+110...
"Jing Li, right?" Zu An smiled, just to make him angry, "Who said those with high cultivation level must follow the rules?"
The young man's expression changed drastically: "How do you know my name?"
"I always have my own way," Zu An said calmly, "Now you can tell me your position in the Shadow Tower. With your current cultivation level, I don't think you can be a soldier."
The young man's expression changed, and finally he kept his mouth shut.
Zu An frowned slightly: "My patience has its limits. I have another way to know everything about you, but it requires destroying your cultivation. I don't think you want to see that scene."
Immediately, he used the Taotie Devouring Heaven Technique and slowly approached him.
Feeling the terrifying pressure, the young man's expression changed, and he obviously realized that the other party was not lying to him.
He took a deep breath: "I am not from the Shadow Tower."
"Are you still making excuses at this time?" Zu An snorted, "Everyone can see that you are from Shadow Tower."
"That's the effect I want." Jing Li replied.
Zu An's heart moved and he had some guesses: "Continue talking."
Jing Li gave him a complicated look: "If I tell you, will you let me go?"
"As an assassin, you shouldn't ask such childish questions." Zu An smiled.
Jing Li sighed: "If you were facing other people, I wouldn't ask, but your cultivation is the highest Jing has ever seen in his life. I believe you are not a person who breaks your word."
"No need to put a high hat on me, let's talk about it first."
Seeing that he didn't promise, Jing Li breathed a sigh of relief: "Because I have a deep grudge against Youying Tower and I need to seek revenge from him!"
