Three times a month, twenty-seven times a month.

Since living in seclusion in the White Tower in the back mountain, Shen Zhenyi has faced twenty-seven different assassins, and each group of assassins is getting stronger and stronger. The one who took action ten days ago was already a top-notch master in the Nine Netherworld Land. This man has been working hard for at least thirty years with a pair of flesh palms. The power of the splitting palm can be released three feet away, and it is also enough to open a monument and crack a stone. He is definitely not an unknown person.

The identity of an assassin is about to emerge, but it is not worth Shen Zhenyi spending some time and effort to understand.

Because he was still sitting here well, the killers were all turned into nameless corpses and fell from the cliff behind him into the sea.

The question still received no response.

Shen Zhenyi seemed to be muttering to herself: "From your sword intent, you have already obtained the third level of compassionate killing sword technique. That is, Zen Master Liuru did not enter the seventh level of martial arts as early as you did. As long as you restrain your mind and practice hard for ten years, you can compete with the heroes of the world."

"If you turn around and leave now, I can pretend that you have not been here."

Shen Zhenyi paused for a moment and sincerely advised: "You are less than thirty years old and you are really young. It would be a little bit of a pity to die here."

A silent tremor came from the darkness, and the stoic assassin could no longer remain calm.

Shen Zhenyi's every word was right.

His martial arts advancement, his age, and even his identity are as clear as the fire in front of this defunct Master Shen San.

The assassin had goose bumps all over his body, feeling as if he was exposed in broad daylight and could not keep any secrets.

The beastly intuition told him that he should follow Shen Zhenyi's advice, and immediately turned around and escaped, leaving the terrifying existence in front of him, and never set foot in the sword villa again. But reason told him that no matter how strong Mr. Shen was, it was already past. A person who had broken his meridians and could not use his true qi, no matter how skilled his sword technique was, he could not use it.

This is a good opportunity to never come again!

The assassin's ambition burned wildly, and the burning pain from his soul made him unable to wait any longer. He roared and rushed out of his hiding place. He used all his strength to stab Shen Zhenyi's chest with a sword.

——This is the most fierce sword he has ever lived.

Even if it is a mountain, it will be slashed by this sword that has no return!

Shen Zhenyi did not avoid and did not want to take action at all. Instead, he taught patiently as if he was guiding his younger generation: "Your sword has a bit of charm that turns the virtual into the real, but the murderous intent is still too heavy. It should be noted that the sword technique of compassionate killing takes "no intention to kill people". Although you want to "kill people", you must always maintain a "no intention" state..."

The assassin could not hear anything. He only saw the tip of the sword about to pass three feet around Mr. Shen. As long as this sword can achieve success, he can replace Mr. Shen and become a living legend.

At this moment, he was blind because of his ambition, and only thought about the glory he deserved after he was done.

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

He watched in disbelief as the sword in his hand began to decompose, as fragile as the broken dead leaves just now.

This is an amazing wonder.

With the assassin's rush, the long sword made of steel was like a piece of tender tofu, cut evenly by invisible sharp objects. The cut was smooth like a mirror, and the blade trembled and divided into two halves, like an ugly two-headed snake twisted and swung.

——The incision develops from the tip of the sword to the spine, to the hilt of the sword, to his palms, wrists, arms, and even to his body.

laugh!

The wind was brittle, and the assassin's body cracked from the middle of his eyebrows. What was surprising was that even a drop of blood had not sprinkled out. The two remaining bodies had not yet castrated, and they passed by Shen Zhenyi's body, falling into the cliff of death like a moth to the flame.

After a long time, two consecutive plop sounds came.

Splash of waves.

The corpse fell into the deep sea.

Shen Zhenyi frowned slightly, lowered her head and dusted her clothes, brushing away the spring dust stained on her clothes. From beginning to end, he did not have any extra movements.

The young assassin died with his eyes open, and he would never understand how he died.

After a long time, Shen Zhenyi picked up the teacup and sniffed it, and threw the teacups and cups away.

"It's a pity that it's bloody..."

"You'll be fine if you come one day later."

He spoke a little regretful in his tone and pushed the wheelchair down the mountain sideways.

Shen Zhenyi usually lives in the ivory white tower in the back mountain. He walked back into the tower along the winding mountain road. The two copper doors at the bottom of the tower were silently connected. The thick dark clouds covered the moonlight, and the white tower of Qijian Villa, which symbolized the light, became dark and unclear, as if it was about to dissolve in the deep night.

Everything returns to tranquility.

***

Dead people do not affect the weather.

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

Shen Zhenyi arrived at the top of the mountain early in the morning, eating qi and nurturing energy, and nourishing essence. Of course, in the eyes of many people, he was just a fallen young genius in a daze.

The hard bluestone at the highest point was inserted with an iron sword. Shen Zhenyi used his skills to overwhelm the world. However, it was not in the hands of the world's number one swordsman, it was just a standard ordinary green steel sword used by the disciples of the Qijian Villa. It was priced at one or seven cents of silver each, with a wide front and narrow back, two feet, two inches and three cents long, which was slightly shorter and thinner than the sword used by ordinary people in the martial arts world.

Because of the heavy humidity in the mountains, the sword already had dark brown rust and no luster. The sword spikes were originally bright red, but faded into withered yellow after being exposed to sun and rain.

Nine months ago, Shen Zhenyi inserted his sword deeply into the stone slab, and wrote the word "Sword Tomb" in hand, dragging his disabled body to worship him seriously.

The people in Qijian Villa didn't understand the meaning, and their father and brother also asked around the bush, but he just smiled but didn't answer.

Every morning after that, Shen Zhenyi would visit this simple sword tomb after watching the sunrise.

Today is of course no exception.

Shen Zhenyi burned two basins of paper money, sprinkled another glass of water and wine, and was stunned at Jianzhong for a long time.

When he raised his head, he noticed that the grass on the side swayed slightly.

Shen Zhenyi half closed his eyes and said carelessly: "The White Tower in the back mountain is the forbidden area of ​​Qijian Villa. Those who trespassed will be punished to face the wall for three months. Why does Miss Chu always knowingly commit the crime?"

His voice was not loud, but it was enough for the people hiding in the grass to hear it clearly. There was only a rustling sound, and a girl in red, fourteen or fifteen years old crawled out, with dry grass on her head.

The girl in red looked a little embarrassed, and wanted to show her indifferent attitude. Her eyes were dripping from black and white, and she couldn't help asking, "How did you know I'm here?"

Shen Zhenyi glanced at her and said leisurely: "If I were you, I would never have hid in that unlucky place."

The killer last night was exactly the same as the hidden position of this Miss Chu.

His body is now feeding fish under the sea under the cliff.
Chapter completed!