The two windows at the attic were opened, and the fine powdery rain fell on Lin Xi's face and body.
Slightly cool.
At this moment, Lin Xi unconsciously thought of the crystal ice particles floating in the Ten Finger Ridge, and at the same time saw clearly these black shadows emerging from the river.
These dozen or so black figures all wore black suits that even covered their faces, and they all held short harpoon-like weapons in their hands.
The water of the Xizi River slipped from their bodies, like ghosts in the water.
At the same time, these dark figures emerging from the water also saw Lin Xi on the attic platform.
They saw the young man in green shirt standing quietly in the thin rain, with two wooden boxes on his back and one wooden box in his hand.
Walking in front, a black figure had already jumped up to the riverside platform in front of the small building. A cold light flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and a black light flew out of his hand. It made a low whistle in the silent air and hit the eaves of the roof.
, at the same time, the assassin, who was wearing a tight-fitting black watersuit and whose body was not stained by a drop of river water, ran forward wantonly at an astonishing speed.
This black light is clearly a pair of hooks connected to a rope.
The assassin's body was getting faster and faster, and his steps were getting faster and faster. He wanted to use this hook to run up the wall, run against the rainy night sky, go straight to the attic, and stab Lin Xi.
…
Fourth Master Zhu walked out of Sanli Alley holding a black oilcloth umbrella.
Sanli Alley was not far from the Suihan Linjiang Building. Just after walking out of the alley and walking along the stone road along the river for dozens of seconds, he had already clearly seen the small building where Lin Xi was.
Because he was thinking about what to say after the meeting, the hero on the river walked very slowly.
But suddenly, he was shocked and paused, and he even put down the black oilcloth umbrella in his hand.
The night was already dark, but he had been sailing in this river since he was a child, and his eyesight in the night was much better than that of ordinary people. Moreover, in the night, there was a strong murderous aura that he had not felt for a long time.
He raised his head slightly stiffly and looked at the front of the small building intuitively. The drizzle instantly moistened his face.
At this moment, the assassin running at the front was about to take off, and his first step was to step onto 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 in his hand.
In his wooden box, there was a light blue long sword.
Then what made the eyes of many dark figures, especially the eyes of the assassin who rushed forward, freeze, was that he leapt out from the attic and flew into the night.
A faint green light swayed in the rain, and with a "dang" sound, the hook thrown by the first assassin was chopped and flew backwards.
Lin Xi's kick landed directly on the chest of the assassin who had just taken off.
The assassin's hands were raised, and the two forks in his hands were thrust out fiercely, but Lin Xi's kick was a step faster, stepping down between the two forks, and stepping on the assassin's chest.
.
In the eyes of everyone who saw Lin Xi at this moment, this gentle and calm young man in green shirt, carrying two wooden boxes on his back, suddenly became murderous, as if he had become another person, and the raindrops outside him were all gone.
It seemed that he felt something, and all of it was avoided, and not a drop dared to stain the green shirt on his body.
"Bang!"
The assassin wearing a black swimsuit flew upside down, flew over the heads of the other assassins who came ashore behind, and fell heavily into the river with a crash and a large splash of water.
...
Fourth Master Zhu had not seen Lin Xi standing on the top of the attic before.
He just saw a dark shadow coming up from the river and climbed onto the platform. He saw Wang Buping clearly but he didn't know anything about it. He was still making umbrellas in the Langfang outside the small building seriously.
This foreign young man also saw Fourth Master Zhu.
He didn't know that this middle-aged man in coarse cloth was the famous Fourth Master Zhu, but he was a little strange... Now that the rain was getting thicker and thicker, this middle-aged man actually put the umbrella in his hand aside and froze.
Stand.
Wang Buping didn't know about some of Lin Xi's careful arrangements, so he didn't pay attention to the previous sounds. He just thought they were made by Lin Xi. However, the sharp sound of the sword in Lin Xi's hand striking the hook was finally heard.
He realized something was wrong, put down the things in his hands, and ran towards the entrance hall of the small building.
Then he and Fourth Master Zhu saw that the assassin seemed to have been hit by a huge tree, flew out of the platform, and fell heavily into the river outside the platform.
Wang Buping's body froze, and his first reaction was to turn around and shout, but at this moment, he saw that the light blue sword in Lin Xi's hand, which had just landed, had been swung out.
The drizzle falling in the night sky seemed to become extremely slow in an instant.
Because the sword in Lin Xi's hand was too fast.
All the raindrops in front of the sword were shaken into powder.
A faint blue light filled the air, like morning light.
There was a harsh sound of metal friction and a miserable howl that stopped suddenly!
The second assassin who rushed forward had his hands in front of him, but he still couldn't resist Lin Xi's sword. The shorts and his own arms were pressed heavily on his chest.
, flipped over backwards and rolled over on the wet ground like a stone.
Wang Buping opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out for a while.
He hadn't had time to think, but his intuition...Lin Xi was like a tiger running among the sheep in front of these ghostly assassins.
…
The rest of the black water that silently rushed towards Lin Xi was suddenly stopped by the assassins. They also suddenly understood something, their bodies were quickly taken over by fear, and the hands holding the sharp forks became extremely cold.
Lin Xi took another step, and swung out the long sword in his hand again, slashing another Heishui assassin and sending him rolling backwards. At the same time, his left hand also hit a Heishui who was bullying him.
The water rested on the assassin's chest.
The short forks of the assassin's hands with cold light had already reached Lin Xi's neck, less than a foot away from the main artery in his neck that he saw, but this stab could no longer penetrate.
A clear cracking sound came from his chest.
Then his body shrank back, and he sat down hard on the ground. Pushed by the strong force that hit his chest, he continued to slide backwards on the ground, and hit the big stone tank behind him heavily.
, the body can no longer be lifted.
Seeing this scene, one of the assassins began to tremble uncontrollably, and shouted extremely harshly: "Hook him to death with the flying claws!"
However, this sound also revealed his identity as the leader of this group of assassins. Lin Xi's feet violently stamped on the ground, two puffs of water mist rose from his feet, and his whole body flew away.
Several short forks and flying claws flew out of his hands, trying to snipe him in the air.
However, in the face of overwhelming power, these things were as weak as moths. Lin Xi's long sword slashed through it, and all the short forks flew away. Even if there were two hooks wrapped around the sword, the two who threw the hooks
Instead, the assassin was made unstable and fell forward.
"drink!"
Facing Lin Xi who came from the sky, the assassin leader let out the most ferocious roar in his life. At the moment when the long sword in Lin Xi's right hand was pulled slightly by the hook, he did not retreat but advanced, and also violently
He rushed out, bullied Lin Xi's midline, and stabbed Lin Xi's chest fiercely with both forks in his hands.
This is definitely a desperate play that hurts both sides regardless of one's own damage.
The assassin leader also knew very well that when facing practitioners, their lives were no longer his own.
Lin Xi frowned slightly when facing the assassin leader who had completely ignored the stabbing attack on his body.
"you're a soldier?"
He looked at the assassin leader, made a sound, and at the same time shot forward with his left hand.
The assassin leader's eyes flashed slightly, and there seemed to be joy in his eyes. The two forks in his hands stabbed Lin Xi's hand fiercely.
But his eyes instantly froze again.
With a "dang" sound, the two prongs pierced Lin Xi's arm, making a sound of gold and iron. They couldn't penetrate at all, but Lin Xi's palm was already imprinted on his chest, and his whole body suddenly bent back.
, fell to the slippery ground.
"retreat!"
A muffled sound came out tenaciously from his mouth along with a mouthful of blood.
All the remaining black water did not stop for a moment, but the assassin turned around and ran silently towards the river from where they came.
Lin Xi did not chase these assassins, but just rushed towards the assassin leader who fell to the ground.
A famous black water assassin was thrown into the river like a big fish, making a splash of water.
These black waters rely on assassins to arrive swiftly and silently, but to leave in a panic.
…
Fourth Master Zhu's clothes were soaked by the drizzle. He saw that Lin Xi was safe and sound, and saw the panicked water splash. However, his hands and feet became colder and his complexion began to turn pale.
Lin Xi is really a practitioner just as Mr. Zhang judged.
But now that he was here, these assassins happened to appear to kill Lin Xi, and the young man making the umbrella had already seen him clearly.
In this way, no matter from any angle, Lin Xi would probably think that these assassins were sent by him and that he, Fourth Master Zhu, ordered this assassination.
Holding an umbrella and watching your enemy being stabbed in the river is certainly one of the greatest pleasures in life.
But these assassins have nothing to do with him...and how could this timing be so coincidental.
After licking the blood from the sword head on the river for so long, he immediately thought that someone was taking the opportunity to put the blame on him!
who is it?
Who dared to assassinate Tiju and put the blame on him!
For a moment, he was both angry and heartbroken, but he immediately made an extremely difficult decision. He gritted his teeth, closed his umbrella, and headed towards the small building, towards the young man standing in the rain.
The boy in the shirt walked over quickly.
…
"Fourth brother, at least you are not going wrong now."
A sickly middle-aged man with a sallow face and wearing a raincoat stood in another rain corridor along the river, looking at Mr. Zhu and the small building in the distance, and shook his head with emotion.
He is Mr. Zhang who is very ill.
Because he always felt a little uneasy and wanted to see the young practitioner with his own eyes, even though he was seriously ill, he quietly left Sanli Alley and followed him out.
This night was indeed not peaceful.
He saw this assassination, which was not particularly tragic, but had profound meaning.
After shaking his head with emotion, he turned his head slightly.
There was a small boat tied to the reeds on the river bank where he was looking.
An old fisherman came back late from fishing. He was covered in moisture and carried a bamboo basket ashore. Out of sensitivity to the sound of water, the old fisherman was also looking in the direction of the small building, but
Because the night was dark and his eyesight was not as good as Mr. Zhang's, he couldn't see clearly.
The sickly Mr. Zhang moved, and with a few taps of his toes, his body flew into the air, flying directly over the old fisherman's head, and landed steadily in the boat.
"I'm sorry, Zhang Long can borrow the boat for a while."
Smiling apologetically at the old fisherman, he held the pole gently, and the boat was like an arrow leaving the string. It broke through a wave of water on the river with unimaginable stability and speed, and rushed towards the small building.
The old fisherman on the river bank behind him almost fell to the ground. In shock and disbelief, there seemed to be an expression of unspeakable admiration on his face, "Is it the Dragon King of the River? He..."
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(For a while, I wanted to chat with you about my persistence and thoughts, and I actually saw so many good book reviews... It feels like I have been working hard to make a clear noodle soup shop for many years. Come and join us.
Usually, I eat my bowl of noodles in silence and leave without saying much. But one day I said that the taste of this clear noodle soup is actually not bad... As a result, 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 friends’ book reviews are very good...
So much so that I watched it for a long time and spent a lot of time typing...lol...Thank you all for your comments. Also, it’s a bit cheesy but very sincere. I would like to thank every red ticket and book lover who supported me. Thank you Capo.
One of Ka’s classmate’s top picks. Ka Bo Ka is also an old book friend that I often see in the past. Like many book friends who rarely show up in the book review section now, I thought it was because I don’t read much anymore, but I saw a lot of them today.
The familiar old ID... turns out to be hiding like a hidden dragon... just like this pole-holding Dragon King)