High in the sky, invisible to the naked eye, four figures were walking on the clouds.
"Brother Qixing, why are you proposing that saints are not allowed to participate in the war?" The person who spoke was Emperor Li Tiandi, the master of the second hall of the "Dark Temple". "With the strength of both of you and me, wouldn't we be at a disadvantage if we fight against the Four Holy Lands?"
"Brother Li, don't worry." The Seven-Star Saint said calmly, "As long as the Saint doesn't take action, I, the Seven-Star Pavilion, have an overwhelming advantage in terms of high-end combat power."
"Really?" Emperor Li Tian said doubtfully, "I have never heard of any powerful person besides Qin Yixing in the Seven Star Pavilion."
"How can the so-called trump card be revealed easily before the critical moment?" The Seven-Star Sage looked at Mo Disheng with a smile, "So not only in terms of high-end combat power, but also in terms of the number of spiritual masters and heavenly wheels, we also You are not at all behind, Brother Mo, am I right?"
"It seems that you have already figured out my old ways." Mo Disheng chuckled, but a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes unconsciously.
"You can guess some of it." The Seven-Star Sage seemed not to notice his emotions, and smiled to himself, "You and I will both prosper and suffer, so why should Brother Mo be so guarded?"
"Yes, we should work together to achieve hegemony." Mo Disheng seemed to be convinced by him and nodded slowly, "One day, we will have the entire cultivation world in our hands!"
"The war is about to begin. I will go back and make some preparations." The complex emotions in the Seven Star Saint's eyes flashed away, and there was a hint of excitement in his voice. "Brother Mo, please inform the other side and let them take action as soon as possible."
"I don't have to." Mo Disheng nodded, "Today next year, the whole world will fall into your and my hands. By then, Mo will definitely not forget your contribution!"
The implication of this dark temple master's words was that he had obviously placed himself in a dominant position and treated the Seven Star Saint as his subordinate.
"Thank you, Brother Mo!" The Seven-Star Saint did not feel dissatisfied. Instead, he laughed and said, "Farewell!"
After saying that, he suddenly turned around, took a step towards the north, and instantly disappeared from the sight of the three of them.
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Tick tock! Tick tock! Tick tock!
The blood slowly flowed along the long sword in his hand, and finally gathered at the tip of the sword, turning into red water droplets, which fell to the ground drop by drop, mixing in the dust.
Feng gently waved his right hand to shake off the blood on the sword, and then disappeared into the woods without even looking at the body that fell in front of him.
After leaving the Imperial Capital, this was the fifth assassin to attack him and the fifth enemy to die in his hands.
The moment he stepped onto the official road, he realized that he was being followed.
As a former assassin instructor, he could easily identify that these stalkers were his former colleagues, assassins from the "Wanjin Tower".
The first person to take action was an assassin with the eighth level of Earth Wheel cultivation. Feng still vaguely remembered that this person also served as an instructor in Wanjin Tower and was considered a serious colleague.
Perhaps in the view of the owner of Wanjin Tower, even though Feng, who had practiced incomplete skills, had reached the ninth level of the Earth Wheel, he was already nearing the end of his lifespan, so it didn't take much effort to kill him.
With the failure of this person, the cultivation levels of the subsequent assassins gradually increased. Starting from the fourth person, they already had the strength of the Heavenly Wheel.
When Feng first entered the industry, his instructor once mentioned that, including the original poster, Wanjin Tower had a total of four Tianlun-level assassins.
Every Tianlun assassin is the guarantee of the success rate of assassination, and is also the basis for Wanjinlou's reputation.
However, just to hunt down him as a traitor, the organization easily used two Tianlun assassins, which obviously did not match the original instructor's words.
Feng realized that his understanding of the organization might be a little off.
The real Wanjin Tower is far more powerful and terrifying than I imagined.
I wonder how Wushuang is doing now. Is he being hunted by the organization?
In his mind, the beautiful and handsome face of his disciple Leng Wushuang suddenly appeared.
As a senior assassin, when learning tracking and assassination, his anti-tracking skills will naturally not fall behind. Realizing that he was being targeted by the "Wanjin Tower", Feng made decisive changes and his route became erratic and elusive.
However, from beginning to end, he never had the slightest idea of giving up on the mission.
In fact, Prince Li's words are not perfect, and there are even some contradictions. For example, if the relationship between him and Li Qing was really so good, he should have compiled a letter and sent it to southern Xinjiang by messenger bird to convey the three of them. The prince persuaded him to return to the imperial capital.
However, faced with these flaws, Feng chose to ignore them.
If the mission fails, the only thing is to try again. As long as you express enough sincerity, you will one day be recognized by Xuefei's father!
From the day he entered the industry, his instructor told him that the most important things to succeed were hard work, patience and perseverance.
But no one has ever taught him what is human heart!
What comes into view is the exit of the grove, the dazzling sunshine, and the wide road.
No matter how proficient he is in sneaking and hiding, there are always some terrains along the way from the Imperial Capital to Qingfeng Mountain that are neither cities or towns, nor mountains and trees, only wide and flat roads, clearly visible under the scorching sun, without any hiding or cover. room.
It’s already late autumn, why is the sun still so dazzling?
Feng was not a sentimental person, but at this moment, he couldn't help but have such an idea.
Just because outside the woods, four figures stood scattered, forming a semicircle, tightly surrounding the exit.
Black clothes, mask, two long swords and two daggers.
It is the standard configuration of Wanjinlou assassins. The killers who have always been hiding in the dark and waiting for opportunities are actually exposed to the sun openly like this.
Four heavenly wheels!
Feeling the powerful aura from the four people, Feng's eyes changed slightly, and he realized that the organization had taken serious steps.
According to the instructor at that time, the four heavenly wheels were all the high-end combat power of Wanjin Tower. However, in just this short journey, two heavenly wheel assassins were killed by him.
What he didn't know was that a few months ago on Qingfeng Mountain, there was another Heavenly Wheel assassin who was bombarded by Zhong Wenyi, who only had the Earth Wheel cultivation level at the time, to the other side of the world. It can be seen that Wanjin Tower's background is far more than " "Four Heavenly Wheels" is so simple.
In crisis, Feng has two choices at this time.
First, give up the mission, retreat into the woods, hide the traces, and wait for the opportunity.
Second, continue to move forward, rush out of the forest, and fight head-on with the four Heavenly Wheel Assassins.
Feng didn't hesitate or retreat. His entire body turned into a gray shadow and he rushed forward without hesitation, rushing out of the not-dense forest.
The four assassins moved together, and the surrounding circle shrank instantly, trapping him firmly in the center.
The Wanjinlou assassin chose such a wide area with nothing, leaving Feng with nowhere to hide, but also exposing himself to broad daylight.
This scene is no longer a duel between assassins, but purely a clash of strengths between cultivators.
"You little guy, you're so promising." One of the Tianlun assassins suddenly said, "You can actually break through the Tianlun realm!"
His voice was old and hoarse, but when it fell into Feng's ears, he was shocked. His usually expressionless face showed a rare look of shock.
"Master!"
One of the four killers who came to encircle Feng was actually the instructor who brought him into the industry.
Even after escaping from the organization, Feng never forgot the old man who brought his young, dying self back to Wanjin Building from the slums.
The instructor never revealed his name, and other assassins around him always called him "Lao Luo."
Unlike most Wanjinlou assassins who have cold expressions, Lao Luo always has a gentle smile on his face, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.
Anyone who sees Lao Luo will mistakenly think that he is a kind and respected elder, and thus relax their vigilance. It is said that this is one of the important reasons why Lao Luo never fails.
Wanjinlou's skills can only be practiced to the peak of the earth chakra in a lifetime, and the life span will not exceed twenty-five years.
This was what Lao Luo had taught him back then, and Feng had also instilled the same information into Leng Wushuang.
However, this instructor who was supposed to have been dead for many years not only appeared in front of him alive and powerful, but also showed an aura of Tianlun level, which was completely contrary to his personal teachings.
"You actually betrayed Wanjinlou." Lao Luo pulled off the mask on his face, revealing a peaceful smile, "Have you solved the shortcomings of the technique?"
"...Yes, the disciple has modified other techniques." Feng hesitated for a moment, but finally answered truthfully.
"Now that we are enemies, why are you so polite to me?" Lao Luo said softly, "You are just too soft-hearted and have wasted your great talent. I'm afraid the female apprentice who escaped from you will not be able to Are you going to die?"
Feng's eyelids twitched and he moved his lips slightly, but did not make any sound.
"As expected, your child has been different from others since he was a child." Lao Luo sighed, looked Feng up and down and said, "Do you remember why I named you 'Feng' in the first place?"
"Remember." Feng nodded slowly, cherishing the words like gold.
"The killers of Wanjinlou have no future, and most of their hearts are dark." Lao Luo recalled with a look of nostalgia on his face, "You are different. Although you grew up in a slum, you have practiced this This is a rubbish technique that shortens your lifespan, but your heart is burning with a fire that no one else has, just like a maple leaf. The cooler the weather, the redder the color becomes, so I named you 'Maple'."
"Master's kindness, Feng has never forgotten." Feng shuddered, stared into Lao Luo's eyes, and said word by word.
"You don't need to remember." Lao Luo shook his head and his voice became softer, "Because I will take back everything I gave you today, including your life."
"Have you had enough chatting?" Another Tianlun assassin beside Lao Luo said coldly, "The original poster sent you here to clean up the house, not to reminisce about the past."
"As you get older, people will always become a little wordy." Lao Luo was not angry, he just smiled slightly, slowly raised his right arm, and the long sword in his hand shone brightly in the sunlight, "Sorry, I wasted everyone's time. .”
"It's just a traitor. We should deal with it as soon as possible." The assassin said impatiently, "I have other tasks and I can't delay for too long for your apprentice."
"Sirius, you are still so impatient." Lao Luo said still calmly, "Don't underestimate my apprentice and want to deal with him..."
Just as the words "Deal with him" were spoken, the four Heavenly Wheel Assassins took action in unison.
Two long swords and two daggers stabbed Feng fiercely from four angles, piercing his throat, heart, right waist and crotch area respectively.
It turned out that Lao Luo seemed to be chatting, but he unknowingly sent out a signal for action.
The moves of professional assassins are very different from those of ordinary practitioners. All four of them just made a simple straight thrust without using spiritual power to transform. There were no unnecessary movements, and no sound and light movies could be seen. The moves were Refined to the extreme, everything serves only one goal.
Use the most direct and effective method to take away a person's life.
With four enemies against one, and a sudden sneak attack, Wanjin Tower's side seemed to have an absolute advantage.
However, this seemingly foolproof offensive failed.
The four assassins were fast, but Feng was even faster. By the time the sword and dagger struck, his figure had already disappeared.
"puff!"
The next moment, Feng appeared behind an assassin, raised the sword in his hand, and stabbed the man in the back with ease.
The spiritual power of "Longhu Baojian" poured into the assassin's heart along the sword blade, and exploded instantly. Before the man could even grunt, he turned into a corpse, fell to the ground with a "plop", and made no more sound.
Seeing Feng's strange behavior, the other three assassins couldn't help but change their expressions at the same time.
Before the three of them could react, Feng's figure flashed and appeared in front of the other person in an instant. His arm swayed slightly, and the sword was like the wind, gently slicing across his throat.
"thump!"
The assassin's eyes were wide open with a look of disbelief. He couldn't react at all, so he fell straight down, died, and returned to the west.
How can it be!
Sirius's pupils shrank sharply and his heart beat wildly. He never expected that a traitor who had never been taken seriously by him would actually possess such terrifying strength.
"focus!"
The smile on Lao Luo's face had disappeared, and his expression was no longer calm. He shouted loudly, waking up Sirius from his sluggish state.
One of the two used a sword, the other a dagger. They rose up again and attacked Feng's vitals from both sides.
However, Feng was like an elusive ghost, his figure transformed into a white shadow, looking in front of him and suddenly behind him.
As senior assassins, Lao Luo and Tianlang were known for their speed. However, they tried their best to catch up, but they couldn't even touch Feng's shadow. The two sides were like a tortoise and a hare racing, completely different. A competition of the same level.
What's more, this is a rabbit who doesn't know how to be lazy!
"puff!"
After a few more breaths, Feng saw the opportunity and thrust out a sword, stabbing it into Sirius' heart with ease, pinning the cold and arrogant gold-medal assassin to a tree.
"Lao Luo, you, you taught a good, good apprentice..." Tianlang reluctantly squeezed out the last complaint, then his head tilted and he lost his breath.
"Master, you are the only one left." Feng turned around, looked at Lao Luo and said slowly, "If you are willing to leave, Feng will never stop you."
There was a sincere light in his eyes, and the sword in his hand was still inserted into Sirius's body and did not pull away.
"Unexpectedly, you have grown to this point..." A trace of hesitation and loneliness flashed in Lao Luo's eyes.
"Brother Feng!"
Before he could finish his sentence, a beautiful white figure suddenly jumped out from the woods. His face was like a flower and jade, his voice was soft and melodious, like an oriole singing, it was intoxicating. The horse under his crotch had a long breath, and the horse was extraordinary. It was actually a horse. Rare BMW.
"Xue Fei?" Seeing this beautiful figure, Feng's expression changed and he couldn't help blurting out, "Why are you here?"
It turns out that this white figure is none other than Li Xuefei, who after overhearing Prince Li's conspiracy, galloped on horseback and chased Feng all the way here.
The two people looked at each other, with joy, surprise, and infinite tenderness in their eyes. They were stunned for a moment.
Almost at the same time, Lao Luo's foot slipped, his figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Li Xuefei in an instant, stabbing her slightly bulging breasts with the long sword in his hand.
not good!
Feng was shocked when he came back to his senses. He quickly spread out his body skills and turned into a ray of light. He rushed to Li Xuefei's side at the critical moment, raised his hand and waved his sword, trying to fend off Lao Luo's offensive.
"puff!"
Unexpectedly, Lao Luo seemed to have anticipated his move. He turned the long sword in his hand one step ahead of time, and then thrust it out fiercely, piercing Feng's chest without any hesitation.
