Just as Ye Qi broke the power of Hong Siyi with his palm and the force of his palm fell on Hong Siyi's hand, a black shadow suddenly appeared on the street. He held the sword in his hand, bent his arms and wrists, and then stabbed the sword out.

Shadow's hand holding the sword was so stable that it didn't even tremble during the extremely rapid stabbing of the sword, so the sword seemed very focused, so it seemed simple and powerful.

A very simple sword seemed to pierce the vast night in Kyoto City. The sword was like wind and thunder, and countless sharp auras overflowed at the blade, and the air was cut and torn and ripped, making a "whimper" cry.

...

The sword was too fast, and the first whistle sound began, and the tip of the sword had reached three feet before Ye Qi's body. At this time, the remaining power generated by Ye Qi and Hong Sixuan's palms was still destroying the pitiful houses.

Facing this sword, the Sigu Jian, who was extremely proud and indifferent, might even frown. How could Ye Qi fall into danger because of Hong Siyang?

He retracted his palm in an instant, like his condensed hands slapped in the darkness.

The space on the street suddenly became silent, and the terrifying sword intent disappeared in an instant, and even the sharp aura that cuts the air was gone. A sword appeared between Ye Qi's palms. The sword was very dark, just like the night.

...

When Hong Siyang sensed the crisis of death, he knew that he could not defeat the man in white. Although he was curious about his origin, he knew that he must return to the palace to report to His Majesty as soon as possible about what happened tonight.

Looking at the two of them in the field that seemed to be in a deadlock, he gritted his teeth, endured the pain from his arms, and ran towards the imperial city.

Ye Qi had no intention of killing Hong Siyang, and the assassin who walked out of the shadow was only Ye Qi. The two of them only looked at each other, as if Hong Siyang's escape had not happened.

"If Sigu Jian knows that someone uses Sigu Jian better than Yun Zhilan, I don't know if he is happy or angry." Ye Qi said in a plain tone assassin looking at the shadow with only a pair of eyes.

The Shadow Assassin wondered why he said so absolutely, so after failing to escape from his sword, he did not abandon his sword, nor did he use his sword to fight with the other party again, but asked, "Why?"

Ye Qi said: "Since you want to kill me, you should know my origin. Sigu Sword. What I practice is actually no worse than Sigu Sword."

Sigu Jian is no worse than Sigu Jian. This is very similar to a joke, but Shadow Assassin believes that this is definitely not a joke.

"I know you are the younger brother who was not killed when Sigu Jian was crazy, so I won't kill you for the sword you stabbed me tonight, but I still want to remind you that it is impossible for you to kill Sigu Jian because you don't have a chance."

After saying that, Ye Qi let go of Shadow's hands, and disappeared on the street.

The shadow stood on the street like a statue, and anger appeared in his eyes that could not be concealed even the night. He was not angry because Ye Qi decided on his life and death in his words, but because the reason why that person did not kill him was because of Sigujian.

...

With the order of the Imperial Commander Yan Xiaoyi, the imperial city became brightly lit in a moment, and countless imperial guards shuttled through the streets of the Imperial City, vowing to capture the assassin who broke into the palace.

The movements in the palace became lively for a while, and the nobles could not fall asleep. They were all scared, fearing that the assassin who broke into the palace would suddenly appear in front of them and solve them with one knife.

The Emperor of Qing was wearing a wide dress and sat outside the bedroom in the hall outside the bedroom and looked at Hong Siyang who had just returned. He was shocked. Who in the world could hurt Eunuch Hong so seriously?

"Someone is here in Qingguo?" Emperor Qing asked in a serious tone.

Hong Siyang knew who the person His Majesty was referring to. Thinking of the two palms that the young man had made before, he shook his head firmly and said, "Your Majesty, it's not those people."

The emperor nodded. Uncle Liuyun Shi could not take action. Ku He was most likely not to set foot in Qingguo. The idiot Sigujian had been being monitored by Qingguo. Could it be Lao Wu? But if Lao Wu took action, how could he leave Eunuch Hong's life?

"Tell me what happened tonight."

After a long time, Hong Siyang said what he had experienced tonight intact.

"There are three waves of people, but they gathered together because of various coincidences." The emperor just heard Hong Siyang's narration for the first time, and then roughly judged the situation tonight.

Hong Siyi bent his body and his arms were hanging weakly on the ground. He knew that he was still enduring the pain from his arms, but the emperor did not say that he had retreated, so he could only endure it.

"Your Majesty, that assassin who took action should be the shadow sponsored by the Sixth Department of the Supervision Bureau."

The emperor said: "As you said, the man in white can defeat you in two moves, but the assassin can hide the perceptions of you and the man in white. The only thing that can do this is the shadow."

As he said that, the emperor frowned and murmured to himself: "Who is that man in white? Why is he fighting with you?"

"Temple?" Hong Siyi asked hoarsely.

A glimmer flashed in Emperor Qing's eyes, and then shook his head and said, "The temple is indeed capable, but it is impossible. Please wait for Chen Pingping to explain this matter."

...

...

Shadow returned to the Supervision Office and then arrived at the dilapidated yard at a very fast speed.

Because of the palace tonight, and the shadow matter, the lame man in the wheelchair did not go to bed

"Not successful?" he asked while hammering his legs covered with blankets.

Shadow stood behind the wheelchair and shook his head and said, "He is too strong."

Too strong, how many people in this world are stronger than shadows?

"Hong Siyang can't walk two moves in his hands, and I, Quansheng, was broken before he even made a sword."

Chen Pingping turned the wheelchair to look at the shadow, and his hands habitually pressed on the armrest of the wheelchair.

"You mean, Hong Siyang is not his opponent? In other words, Hong Siyang's realm..."

Shadow nodded and said, "That person should not be a great master, but he said that he practiced Sigu Sword no worse than Sigu Sword, which I think is true."

Chen Pingping was silent and put her hands on her temples and gently kneaded them. After a long time, a faint light came from outside the wooden window, and he put his hands back on his legs.
Chapter completed!