Chapter 2

Three times a month, 27 times in nine months.

Since he lived in seclusion in Houshan white tower, Shen Zhenyi has faced 27 different assassins, and the strength of each group of assassins has become stronger and stronger. Ten days ago, the person who took the shot was already a first-class expert in Jiuyou. This person has worked hard for at least 30 years with a pair of meat palms. His power to split the air can be extended three feet away, and he can also open a monument and crack a stone. He is by no means an unknown person.

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

Because he was still sitting here, but all the killers became nameless bodies and fell into the sea from the cliff behind him.

The question was still unanswered.

Shen Zhenyi seemed to say to himself, "from your sword idea, you have got the third level of compassionate killing sword. It means that Zen master Liuru didn't step into the seventh level of martial arts as early as you did. As long as you keep your mind and practice hard for ten years, you can compete with heroes all over the world."

"If you turn around and go now, I can think you haven't been here."

Shen Zhenyi paused for a moment and sincerely advised: "you are not yet 30 years old. You are really a little young. It would be a pity to die here."

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

Shen Zhenyi was right in every word.

His martial arts, his age, and even his identity are as clear as fire in front of this useless third childe Shen.

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

The beast like intuition told him that he should listen to Shen Zhenyi's advice, immediately turn around and escape, far away from the terrible existence in front of him, and never set foot in abandoned sword villa again. But reason told him that no matter how strong Mr. Shen was, it was the past. A person whose meridians are completely broken and unable to use true Qi can't use any clever sword technique.

This is a lost opportunity!

The assassin's ambition burned wildly, and the burning pain from his soul made him unable to wait any longer. With a loud roar, he flew out of his hiding place and stabbed Shen Zhenyi's chest with a sword with all his strength.

——It was the sharpest sword of his life.

Even the mountain peak will be split by this sword!

Shen Zhenyi didn't avoid it and didn't mean to do it at all. On the contrary, it was like an elder instructing the younger generation to patiently teach: "your sword has a certain charm of turning emptiness into reality, but the killing intention is still too heavy. It should be noted that the compassionate killing sword technique takes' unintentional killing 'as the main purpose. Although you want to' kill ', you should always keep the state of' unintentional '..."

The assassin couldn't hear anything. He only saw that the tip of the sword was about to move three feet into Mr. Shen's body. As long as this sword can make contributions, he can replace Mr. 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.

The next second, however, a strange look appeared on the assassin's face.

He couldn't believe it and watched the sword in his hand begin to decompose, just like the broken rotten leaves.

This is a stunning spectacle.

With the assassin's momentum, the long sword cast by baisteelmaking is like a piece of tender tofu, which is evenly cut by invisible sharp objects. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and the blade trembled into two halves, like an ugly snake twisting and swinging.

——The incision extends from the tip of the sword to the ridge of the sword, then to the handle of the sword, and then to his palm, wrist, arm, and even to his body.

Hiss!

In the wind, the assassin's body cracked from the center of his eyebrows. Surprisingly, not a drop of blood was spilled. The two remnant bodies were castrated, passing by Shen Zhenyi's body on both sides, and falling into the cliff of death like moths.

For a long time, there were two plops in a row.

The spray splashed.

The body fell into the deep sea.

Shen Zhenyi frowned slightly, lowered his head and brushed off the spring dust on his clothes. From beginning to end, he did not have any superfluous actions.

The young assassin died in peace. He never understood how he died.

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

"It's a pity that it's stained with blood..."

"You'd better come a day later."

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

Shen Zhenyi usually lives in the ivory tower in the back mountain. He goes back into the tower along the winding mountain road. The two copper doors at the bottom of the tower close silently. Thick dark clouds covered the moonlight, and the white tower of abandoned sword mountain villa, a symbol of light, became dim, as if it was going to dissolve in the deep night.

Everything is quiet.

***

Dead people don't affect the weather.

The next day was an ordinary sunny day. The rising sun and the morning glow plated the white tower with a layer of golden light.

Shen Zhenyi arrived at the top of the mountain early in the morning. He ate Xia and Qi, and accumulated essence. Of course, in the eyes of many people, it is just a fallen young genius in a lonely daze.

An iron sword was inserted into the hard bluestone at the top. Shen Zhenyi used to rely on his skills to dominate the world. However, it is not in the hands of the world's first swordsman. It is just an ordinary green steel sword used by the disciples of abandoned sword mountain villa. The price is one hundred and twenty-seven dollars and one handle of silver. The front is wide and the back is narrow. It is two feet, two inches and three minutes long. It is slightly shorter and thinner than the sword used by ordinary Jianghu people.

Because of the heavy moisture in the mountain, there are dark brown spots and rust on the sword, which is dull. The spike of sword was originally bright red and faded into withered yellow after exposure to the sun and rain.

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

The people in abandoned sword villa didn't understand what he meant. My father and brother also asked in a roundabout way. He just smiled but didn't answer.

Since then, every morning, after watching the sunrise, Shen Zhenyi will pay a visit to this humble sword tomb.

Today, of course, is no exception.

Shen Zhenyi burned two pots of paper money and sprinkled a glass of water and wine. He was stunned at the sword tomb for a long time.

When he looked up, he noticed that the grass on the side shook slightly.

Shen Zhenyi half closed his eyes and said carelessly, "the white tower in the back mountain is the forbidden area of abandoned sword villa. Those who break in will be punished for facing the wall 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. Just listening to a rustle, a 14-year-old girl in red came out, with dry straw on her head.

The girl in red looked a little embarrassed and wanted to show a look of indifference. Her black and white eyes turned around. She couldn't help asking, "how did you know I was here?"

Shen Zhenyi looked at her and said, "if I were you, I would never hide in that unlucky place."

The killer last night was in exactly the same hiding place as Miss Chu.

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