Volume 5 Chapter 28

The two windows of the attic are pushed open, and the thin, powdery rain falls on Lin Xi's face and body.

Cool.

At this moment, Lin Xi unconsciously thought of the crystal ice particles floating in the shizhiling mountain, and at the same time saw the dark shadows from the river.

More than ten black shadows are all wearing black water cushions that cover their faces, and their hands are holding spear like weapons.

The river water of xizijiang falls from them like a ghost in the water.

At the same time, these shadows from the water also saw Lin Xi on the loft platform.

They saw the young man standing quietly in the rain, carrying two wooden boxes on his back and a wooden box in his hand.

Walking in the front, a cold light flickered in the eyes of a dark shadow on the riverside platform before jumping onto the small building. With a wave of his hand, a black light flew out of his hands, making a low roar in the silent air, directly hitting the roof cornice. At the same time, the Assassin dressed in tight black water, who had not dyed a drop of river water, ran towards the front at an amazing speed.

This black light is a pair of claws connected with the rope.

The assassin's body is getting faster and faster, and his feet are getting faster and faster. He is going to run up to the wall with his claws, facing the rainy night sky, straight up to the attic, and stab the forest.

……

Fourth Master Zhu came out of sanlixiang with a black oilcloth umbrella.

Sanli lane is not far from the old cold riverside building. He just walked out of the lane and walked along the flagstone road along the river for dozens of days. He has seen the small building where Linxi is.

Thinking about the words after the meeting, the hero on the river walked slowly.

But suddenly, he was a strong shock, suddenly stopped, even the black oilcloth umbrella in his hand was put down directly by him.

The night was already deep, but when he was young, he sailed in the river. His vision in the night was much better than that of ordinary people, and in the night, there was a strong murderous spirit he hadn't felt for a long time.

He slightly stiff head, intuitive looking at the front of the small building, drizzle on his face in an instant.

At this time, the assassin running in front is about to fly up. The first step is to step on the wall of this small building.

Also at this time, Lin Xi, who was standing on the small platform outside the attic window, opened the wooden box in his hand.

There is a light blue sword in his wooden box.

Then let the eyes of many black shadows, especially the eyes of the assassin in front of him solidified, he leaped out of the attic and flew into the night.

The faint blue light was splashed in the rain, and with the sound of "Dang", the hook claw thrown by the first assassin was chopped upside down and flew out.

Lin Xi's foot directly stepped on the chest of the assassin who had just flown up.

The assassin's hands are all raised, and the two forks in his hands are all fiercely stabbed out, but Lin Xi's foot is hard and fast. He steps between the two forks and steps on the assassin's chest.

In the eyes of all the people who saw Lin Xi at the moment, the gentle and peaceful young man with two wooden boxes on his back suddenly became murderous and awe inspiring, and Fang fo became another person. The raindrops outside his body seemed to feel something, and they all drifted away. No one dared to touch his green shirt.

"Bang!"

The assassin in black water flew out, flew over the heads of the other assassins who came ashore from behind, and fell heavily into the river, with a crash and a large splash.

...

Mr. Zhu did not see Lin Xi standing on the top of the attic before.

He just saw that there was a black shadow coming ashore from the river, climbing onto the platform, and that Wang Ping knew nothing about it. He still carefully made umbrellas in the Langfang outside the small building.

The young foreigner also saw fourth Master Zhu.

He didn't know that the middle-aged man in coarse cloth was the famous fourth Master Zhu, but it was strange At present, the rain is getting more and more dense, but how could this middle-aged man put his umbrella aside and stand still.

Lin Xi's careful arrangement, Wang Ping didn't know, so he didn't care about the previous voices, just thought it was the voice made by Lin Xi, but Lin Xi's sharp golden iron shock sound of cutting the long sword on the hook and claw finally made him realize that it was wrong. He put down the things in his hands and ran towards the gate of the small building.

Then he and fourth Master Zhu saw that the assassin seemed to be hit by a huge wood, flying out of the platform and falling heavily into the river outside the platform.

Wang Ping's first reaction was to turn around and shout, but at this time, he saw Lin Xi's pale blue sword had been thrown out.

The drizzle in the night sky seems to be very slow in a moment.

Because the sword in Lin Xi's hand is too fast.

All the raindrops in front of the sword body were shaken to powder.

A light blue light filled the air, just like the morning light.

A harsh metal friction, a sudden and tragic howl!

The second Assassin's short fork in both hands was in front of him, but he still couldn't resist Lin Xi's killing. The short fork and his arms were heavily pressed on his chest, and directly turned back, like a stone rolling on the wet ground.

Wang Ping opened his mouth wide, but did not make a sound for a while.

He didn't have time to think, but intuition Lin Xi is like a tiger running among the sheep in front of these ghostly assassins.

……

The rest of the black water rushing to Lin Xi's body was suddenly stagnated by assassins. They also suddenly understood something. Their bodies were quickly occupied by fear, and their hands with sharp short forks became extremely cold.

Lin Xi takes another step. The long sword in his hand is thrown out again. He cuts a black water assassin and rolls it out. At the same time, his left hand is also on the chest of a black water assassin.

The short fork of the assassin's hands glittering with cold light has reached Lin Xi's neck, which is less than a foot away from the big artery on his neck. But this stab can't go on.

A clear crack came from his chest.

Then his body shrank back, sat down on the ground, and was hit by the strong push on the chest to continue to slide back out of the ground, and hit the big stone tank in the rear, the body can no longer be raised.

Seeing this scene, an assassin's body began to tremble uncontrollably and gave out an extremely fierce cry: "flying claws hook him!"

However, the sound also revealed his identity as the leader of the group of assassins. Lin Xi's feet trampled on the ground violently, two water mist rose from his feet, and his whole body also flew up.

A number of short forks and flying claws are out of hand, trying to kill him in the air.

However, in front of the overwhelming force, these things are as weak as moths. Lin Xi's long sword has been cut, and all the short forks have been knocked out. Even if two claws are wrapped around the sword, the two assassins who throw them are not stable and fall forward.

"Drink!"

In the face of Lin Xi, the leader of the assassin made the most ferocious drink in his life. In the moment when Lin Xi's right sword was slightly pulled by the claws, he did not retreat and move in, but also swept out, bullied into the middle line of Lin Xi. At the same time, he stabbed Lin Xi's chest with his double forks.

It's a desperate way to play regardless of their own injuries.

The assassin leader is also very clear in his mind. When facing the practitioners, their lives are not their own.

In the face of the assassin leader has completely ignored his body's stab, Lin Xi slightly frowned.

"Are you a soldier?"

He looked at the assassin leader and made a sound. At the same time, he clapped his left hand forward.

The assassin leader's eyes flickered, and his eyes seemed to be happy. The two forks in his hands stabbed Lin Xi's hands severely.

But his eyes froze again.

With the sound of "Dang", the two forks stabbed Lin Xi's arm, making a sound of gold and iron, which could not go in at all. Lin Xi's palm was already printed on his chest, and his whole person immediately bent back and fell on the wet talcum ground.

"Back!"

A vague voice is stubborn from his mouth with a gush of blood.

All the rest of the black water by assassins did not stay half, all turn around, towards the river when the silent rush.

Lin Xi did not chase these assassins, but plundered the assassin leader who fell to the ground.

A black water assassin, like a big fish, splashed into the river.

These black waters are swift and silent when assassins come, but they are in great panic when they go.

……

Fourth Master Zhu's clothes have been drenched by the drizzle. He saw Lin Xi safe and sound and saw the fluffy and fluffy water flowers. However, his hands and feet were colder and his face began to turn pale.

Lin Xi is really a practitioner just like Zhang Erye.

But now he is here, these assassins just appear to assassinate Lin Xi, and the young man who made the umbrella has seen him clearly.

In this way, no matter from any point of view, Lin Xi would think that these assassins were sent by him, and they were the assassination directed by his fourth Master Zhu.

Holding an umbrella to watch his opponent stabbed in the river is of course one of the greatest pleasures in his life.

But these assassins have nothing to do with him And how could it be so opportune.

After licking the blood on the blade of the river for so long, he thought for the first time that someone would take the opportunity to blame him!

Who is it?

Who dares to assassinate and arrest him!

For a while, he was angry and cold, but he immediately made a very difficult decision. He bit his teeth, closed his umbrella directly, walked towards the small building and towards the young man in the blue shirt standing in the rain.

……

"Fourth brother, you are not in the wrong way now."

A sickly middle-aged man with a sallow complexion and coir raincoat stood in another rain corridor along the river, looking at Zhu Siye and the small building in the distance, and shook his head with emotion.

He is Zhang Er ye who is very ill.

Because I always felt a little uneasy, because I wanted to see the young practitioner with my own eyes, so even though he was seriously ill, he quietly left sanlixiang and followed him out.

The night was not peaceful.

He saw the assassination, which was not particularly tragic, but meaningful.

After shaking his head with emotion, he turned his head slightly.

In the reeds on the Bank of the river he watched, a boat was tied.