The two windows in the attic were pushed open, and the thin powder rain fell on Lin Xi's face and body.
Slightly cool.
At this moment, Lin Xi unconsciously remembered the crystal ice particles that were floating in the Ten Finger Ridge, and at the same time saw these black shadows drilled out of the river water.
The dozen or so black shadows were all dressed in black water braces that even covered their faces, and their hands were all holding short harpoon-like blades.
The waters of the Xizi River slipped from their bodies like ghosts in the water.
At the same time, these black shadows that dived out of the water also saw Lin Xi on the attic platform.
They saw the young man in green shirt standing quietly in the dense rain, carrying two wooden boxes on his back and one in his hand.
Walking at the front, a black shadow that had jumped onto the riverside platform in front of the small building flashed with cold light in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, a black light flew out of his hand, making a low whistle in the silent air, hitting the eaves on the roof of the building, and at the same time, the assassin who was wearing a tight black water backrest and was already unstained with a drop of river water rushed forward at an astonishing speed.
This black light is a pair of hooked claws with ropes attached.
The assassin's body grew faster and faster, and his steps became faster and faster, and he wanted to use this hook claw to run up the wall, run against the rainy night sky, go straight to the attic, and stab Lin Xi.
Zhu Siye walked out of Sanli Lane with a black oilcloth umbrella.
Sanli Lane is not far from this cold riverside building, just walking out of the alley and walking along the stone road along the river for dozens of breaths, he has already seen the small building where Lin Xi is located.
Because he was thinking about some wording after the meeting, the gangster walked very slowly.
But suddenly, he was shocked, and he paused suddenly, and even the black oilcloth umbrella in his hand was directly put down by him.
The night is already deep, but he has been sailing in this river since he was a child, and his eyesight in the night is much better than that of ordinary people, and in this night, there is a strong murderous aura that he has not felt for a long time.
He tilted his head slightly stiffly, and looked intuitively at the front of the small building, and the drizzle instantly moistened his face.
At this moment, the Assassin who was running at the front was about to soar, and the first step was to step on the wall of the small building.
At this moment, Lin Xi, who was standing on the small platform outside the attic window, opened the wooden box he was carrying.
In this wooden box of his, there was a pale cyan long sword.
Then, to the attention of many dark shadows, especially the Assassin who rushed to the front, he leapt out of the attic and flew into the night.
A faint blue light swept through the rain, and with a "dang" sound, the hook thrown by the first assassin was slashed upside down.
Lin Xi's kick directly stepped into the chest of the assassin who had just soared.
The assassin's hands were raised, and the double forks in his hands were stabbed out fiercely, but Lin Xi's kick was a step faster, and he stepped between the two forks and stepped on the assassin's chest.
In the eyes of all the people who saw Lin Xi at this moment, this gentle and calm young man in green shirts with two wooden boxes on his back suddenly became awe-inspiring, and he became another person, and the rain outside him seemed to feel something, and they all floated away, and not a drop dared to stain the green shirt on his body.
"Bang" The Assassin, dressed in black water, flew upside down, flying over the heads of the rest of the Assassins who had landed in the rear, and fell heavily into the river, making a large splash with a thud Zhu Siye hadn't seen Lin Xi standing on the top of the attic before.
He just saw clearly that there was a dark shadow coming ashore from the middle of the river, climbed onto the platform, saw clearly that Wang Buping still didn't know anything, and still made an umbrella in Langfang outside the small building.
This young man from the countryside also saw Zhu Siye.
He didn't know that this middle-aged man in coarse cloth was the famous Zhu Siye, but it was a little strange that the rain was getting denser and denser, but why did this middle-aged man put the umbrella in his hand aside and froze.
Lin Xi's careful arrangement, Wang Buping didn't know, so he didn't care about the previous sounds, he just thought it was Lin Xi's sound, but the chilling sound of the golden iron slashing on the hook claw of the long sword in Lin Xi's hand finally made him realize that something was wrong, and he put down the things in his hand and ran towards the entrance hall of the small building.
Then he and Zhu Siye saw that the assassin seemed to have been hit by a giant log, flew off the platform, and fell heavily into the river outside the platform.
Wang Buping's body stiffened, and his first reaction was to turn around and shout, but at this moment, he saw that the light cyan long sword in Lin Xi's hand, which had just landed, had already been swung out.
The drizzle falling from the night sky seemed to become extremely slow in an instant.
Because the speed of this sword in Lin Xi's hand was too fast.
All the rain in front of the blade was shattered into powder.
A faint blue light filled, like morning light.
A piercing sound of metal grinding, a miserable howl that stopped abruptly The second assassin who rushed up blocked in front of him with short forks in both hands, but he still couldn't resist Lin Xi's sword slash, and the short fork and his arms were heavily pressed on his chest, and he fell straight backwards, rolling on the wet ground like a stone.
Wang Buping's mouth opened wide, but he didn't make a sound for a while.
He hadn't had time to think yet, but he had a gut feeling that Lin Xi was like a fierce tiger running among the sheep in front of these ghostly assassins.
The rest of the black water that was silently rushing in front of Lin Xi suddenly froze, and they suddenly figured out something, their bodies were quickly occupied by fear, and the hands holding the sharp short forks became extremely cold.
Lin Xi took another step, the long sword in his hand swung out again, and slashed out a black water assassin upside down, and at the same time, his left hand also slapped on the chest of a black water assassin who was approaching.
The short fork of the assassin's hands had already reached Lin Xi's neck, and it was only less than a foot away from the large artery on his neck in his eyes, but this thorn could not be pierced anymore.
A clear click came from his chest.
Then his body shrank backwards, sat down on the ground fiercely, and was pushed by the force of the blow to the chest, and continued to slide backwards on the ground, hitting the large stone jar behind him, and his body could no longer be lifted.
Seeing this, one of the assassins' body began to tremble uncontrollably slightly, and let out an unusually fierce shout: "Flying claws hook him to death" However, this sound also revealed his identity as the leader of this group of assassins, Lin Xi's feet stomped on the ground violently, two canopies of mist rose from under his feet, and his whole person flew up.
Several short forks and flying claws flew out of their hands, trying to snipe him in the air.
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However, in the face of overwhelming power, these things were as weak as moths, Lin Xi's long sword slashed, and the short forks all flew out, even if two hooks were wrapped around the sword, the two assassins who threw their hooks were instead led to an unstable foothold and fell forward.
"Drink" Facing Lin Xi who was coming across the air, the assassin leader let out the most fierce shout in his life, taking advantage of the moment when the long sword in Lin Xi's right hand was pulled by the hook and claw, he did not retreat but advanced, but also swept out, bullying Lin Xi's middle line, and stabbing Lin Xi's chest with the double forks in his hand at the same time.
This is definitely a desperate way of playing regardless of its own injuries.
The leader of the assassins also knew very well in his heart that when he faced the cultivators, their lives were no longer his own.
Facing the assassin leader's thorn, which had completely ignored his body, Lin Xi frowned slightly.
"You're a soldier" He looked at the leader of the assassins, made a sound, and slapped his left hand forward.
The assassin leader's eyes flashed slightly, his eyes seemed to be happy, and the double prongs in his hands stabbed Lin Xi's hand fiercely.
But his gaze froze again.
With a sound of "dang", the double prongs stabbed on Lin Xi's arm, making a golden and iron sound, and it couldn't be pierced at all, but Lin Xi's palm was already imprinted on his chest, and his whole person suddenly bent back and fell to the wet stone ground.
"Retreat" A muffled voice spurted out of his mouth with a mouthful of blood.
All the remaining black water did not stop for half a minute by the assassins, and all turned around and ran silently towards the river from which they came.
Lin Xi didn't chase these assassins, but just swept towards the leader of the assassins who had fallen to the ground.
A blackwater assassin threw himself into the river like a big fish, making a splash.
These Blackwaters relied on the Assassins to be agile and silent when they came, but they were extremely panicked when they went.
Zhu Siye's clothes were already soaked by the drizzle, he saw that Lin Xi was safe and sound, and saw the fluffy splash, but his hands and feet were even colder, and his face began to turn pale.
Lin Xi is really the same as Second Master Zhang's judgment, he is a cultivator.
But at this moment, when he was here, these assassins happened to appear to assassinate Lin Xi, and the young man who made the umbrella had already seen him clearly.
In this way, no matter from any point of view, Lin Xi would probably think that these assassins were sent by him, and it was he Zhu Siye who instructed this assassination.
Holding an umbrella and watching your opponent being stabbed in the river is, of course, one of the greatest pleasures in life.
But these assassins have nothing to do with him, and how can this time be so coincidental.
After licking blood on the head of the knife on the river for so long, he immediately thought that someone was going to take the opportunity to blame him Who is it Who dared to assassinate and arrest him to blame him?
For a while, he was secretly angry and cold, but he also immediately made an extremely difficult decision, gritted his teeth, directly put away the umbrella, and walked quickly towards Xiaolou and the young man in green shirts who was standing in the rain.
"Fourth brother, you haven't made a mistake now."
A sickly middle-aged man with a sallow face and wearing a sallow robe stood in another rain corridor along the river, looked at Zhu Siye and the small building in the distance, and shook his head with emotion.
He is the second master Zhang who is very sick.
Because he always felt a little uneasy, because he wanted to see the young cultivator with his own eyes, even though he was seriously ill, he still quietly left Sanli Lane and followed.
The night was not peaceful.
He saw that this assassination was not particularly tragic, but it was meaningful.
After shaking his head with emotion, he turned his head slightly.
Among the reeds by the riverside he was looking at was a small boat.
An old fisherman came back late from fishing, with a body of moisture, carrying a bamboo basket on his back to the shore, out of sensitivity to the sound of water, the old fisherman was also looking in the direction of Xiaolou, but because the night was dark, his eyesight was not as good as Zhang Erye, so he couldn't see clearly.
The sick Zhang Erye moved, and between a few taps of his toes, his body soared, flew directly over the old fisherman's head, and landed steadily in the boat.
"I'm sorry, Zhang Long will borrow the boat for the time being."
Smiling apologetically at the old fisherman, he held the penny lightly, and the small boat was like an arrow off the string, breaking a wave on the river surface with unimaginable stability and speed, and galloping towards the small building.
The old fisherman on the river bank behind him almost sat down on the ground, shocked and incredulous, and there seemed to be an indescribable look of worship on his face, "It's the dragon king of the river."
For a while, I chatted with everyone about the persistence and ideas in my heart, and I actually saw so many good book reviews, this feeling is like I am very careful to make a clear soup noodle shop, doing it for many years, everyone comes and goes, silently eating bowls of noodles and leaving, usually don't talk much, but one day I said, the taste of this clear soup noodles is actually okay, but many people came up and patted me on the shoulder, and said, I have been eating your clear soup noodles since a few years ago, it is really good, please continue to work hard, this is a very unique atmosphere.
And many of my friends' book reviews are written at a very high level, so that I have read them for a long time, and I have spent a lot of time laughing and thanking everyone for their complaints, and I am a little cheesy but very sincere to thank every red ticket, the book friends who cheered, and thanked Capoca for a champion.
Capoca is also an old book friend who I often saw before.,Like many book friends who don't show up in the book review area now.,I thought it wasn't much of a book anymore.,But today I saw a lot of familiar old IDs, but they turned out to be hidden dragons, like this penny dragon king: