Chapter 2

Three times a month, 27 times in nine months.

Since he lived in seclusion in the White Pagoda of Houshan, Shen Zhenyi has faced 27 different groups of assassins, and each group of assassins is becoming stronger and stronger. Ten days ago, the person who made the move was already the first-class master of Jiuyou. This man has worked hard for at least 30 years with a pair of flesh palms. His power of splitting the palm can be extended to the outside by three Zhangs. He can also open steles and crack stones. He is not an unknown person.

The identity of the assassin is ready to emerge, but it is not worth Shen Zhenyi's time and mind to understand.

Because he is still sitting here, the killers are all turned into nameless corpses and fall into the sea from the cliff behind him.

There was still no reply.

Shen Zhenyi seemed to be saying to himself: "from your sword sense, you have already got the third level of merciful killing, which means that Zen master Liuru didn't step into the seventh level of martial arts as early as you did. As long as you have restrained your mind and practiced hard for ten years, you can compete with the heroes of the world. "

"If you turn around and leave now, I can treat you as if you didn't come."

Shen Zhenyi pauses for a moment, and then sincerely advises: "you are not yet 30 years old. You are really young. It would be a pity to die here. "

There was a silent shudder in the dark, and the patient assassin could no longer keep calm.

Every word of Shen Zhenyi is right.

His martial arts, his age, and even his identity are in front of this seemingly useless young master Shen.

The assassin had goose bumps all over his body. He felt as if he had been exposed in broad daylight and could not keep any secrets.

Beast like intuition told him that he should listen to Shen Zhenyi's advice, immediately turn around and flee, far away from the terrible existence in front of him, and never set foot in the abandoned sword villa. However, rationality told him that it was the past to be strong again. A man with broken meridians and unable to use true Qi can not use his sword skill.

This is a good opportunity to never come again!

The assassin's ambition burns wildly, and the burning pain from his soul makes him unable to wait. He roared out of his hiding place and stabbed Shen Zhenyi's chest with all his strength.

It was the sharpest sword of his life.

Even the mountain peak will be split by the sword of no return!

Shen Zhenyi didn't avoid it and didn't mean to do it at all. On the contrary, it was like the elder instructing the younger generation with patience: "your sword has some verve of transforming emptiness into reality and specious, but the intention of killing is still too heavy. It should be noted that merciful killing of life sword technique takes "unintentional killing" as the main point. Even if you want to kill people, you should always be "unintentional."

The assassin couldn't hear anything. He only saw that the tip of the sword was about to reach the third young master Shen's body three feet. As long as this sword can be successful, he can replace the third master Shen and become a living legend.

At this moment, he was blind because of his ambition, and his mind was only thinking about the glory he should enjoy after he finished his work.

However, the next second, the assassin's face showed a strange look.

He watched with disbelief that the sword in his hand began to decompose, as fragile as the fallen leaves just broken.

It's a jaw dropping spectacle.

It's as sharp as a sword. The cut was smooth as a mirror, and the blade shivered in half, like an ugly serpent twisting and swinging.

From the tip to the ridge, to the handle, to the palm, wrist, arm, and even to the body.

Hiss!

In the wind, the assassin's body cracked from the center of his eyebrows. Surprisingly, he didn't even spill a drop of blood. Two pieces of remnant body castration, from Shen Zhenyi's body on both sides respectively, moths fall into the cliff of death.

After a long time, there were two consecutive plops.

Spray.

The body fell into the deep sea.

Shen Zhenyi frowned slightly, lowered his head to brush his clothes and brushed away the spring dust on his clothes. Throughout, he did not have any extra movement.

The young assassin never closed his eyes. He never understood how he died.

For a long time, Shen Zhenyi just picked up the tea cup and smelled it, throwing the tea together with the cup.

"It's a pity that I got involved in blood..."

"I wish you could come a day later."

With a little pity in his tone, he pushed the wheelchair down the mountain.

Shen Zhenyi usually lives in the ivory tower at the back of the mountain. He goes back to the tower along the winding mountain road, and the two copper doors at the bottom of the tower close soundlessly. In the dark clouds, the dark color of the dark tower is to hide the dark sword.

Everything is quiet.

***

dead people do not affect the weather.

The next day was an ordinary sunny day. The rising sun was just beginning to rise, and the morning glow gave the white tower a layer of golden light.

Shen Zhenyi arrived at the top of the mountain early in the morning. He had a delicious meal and was rich in essence. Of course, in the eyes of many people, it's just a fallen young genius in a lonely daze.There is an iron sword on the top of the hard blue stone. Shen Zhenyi used to dominate the world with his skill. However, it is not the first swordsman's hand in the world. It is just a standard ordinary green steel sword used by the disciples of abandoned sword villa. It's priced at 127 yuan and silver. It's wide in front and narrow in the back. It's two feet two inches and three cents long. It's a little shorter and finer than the sword used by ordinary people in the lake.

Because of the heavy moisture in the mountain, the sword has dark brown spots and rust, and it has no luster. The spike was originally bright red and faded to yellow after exposure to the sun and rain.

Nine months ago, Shen Zhenyi inserted his sword deeply into the stone slab, wrote the word "sword tomb" in calligraphy, and seriously worshipped the disabled.

The people of abandoned sword villa don't know what they mean. His father and brother have asked around the corner. He just smiles but doesn't answer.

After watching the sunrise, Shen Zhenyi would pay a visit to the humble Tomb every morning.

Today, of course, is no exception.

Shen Zhenyi burned two pots of paper money, and sprinkled a glass of wine, facing the sword grave for a long time.

As he raised his head, he noticed a slight shaking of the grass on the side.

Shen Zhenyi, half closed his eyes, said carelessly: "the White Pagoda in the back mountain is a forbidden area of the abandoned sword villa. Anyone who breaks in will be punished for three months. Why is Miss Chu always knowingly guilty? "

His voice was not loud, but it was enough for people hiding in the grass to hear. There was only a rustle, and a girl in red, 14 or 15, came out, with dry grass on her head.

"How do you know I'm here?" she asked, with a look of embarrassment and indifference

Shen Zhenyi looked at her, leisurely way: "if I were you, I would never hide in that unlucky place."

Last night's killer is exactly the same as Miss Chu's hiding position.

His body is now feeding fish at the bottom of the cliff.

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