Boom! Bang! Boom!

Three explosive symbols exploded in no particular order, resounding throughout the vast night.

puff!

The big bird bled on the spot, mainly because it couldn't hide. The blood and bones were dripping from the explosion. It withstood 80% of the power of the explosive talisman. Each of its flapping wings was blown away, like a kite with a broken string.

Falling from the air.

Looking at the young man in purple on his back, he is not much better. He is a good support player, but his physical body and ability to resist explosions cannot be complimented. The big bird is dripping with blood and bones, and he is also flying with flesh and blood, because the big bird is bleeding.

, he also fell down from the sky, considering everything, he didn't expect that Zhao Yun had an explosive talisman, and the explosion caught him off guard. He was standing too high, and he was also a living target.

Boom! Bang!

With a roar, the big bird landed first, smashing a small hill to pieces, followed by the young man in purple, smashing a huge boulder to pieces.

Amidst the debris flying, they couldn't be seen getting up, and they were afraid they wouldn't be able to get up. They were covered in blood from the explosion. Now that they fell, they were paralyzed on the spot. They were lucky to be able to breathe at this moment.

Zhao Yun arrived shortly afterwards, carrying the bloody Zixiao Sword.

The young man in purple clothes wanted to get up, but he was unable to do so. All the bones in his body were broken, and no meridians were intact anymore. He fell into a cripple on the spot.

"Who sent you here?"

Zhao Yun said calmly, holding his sword and walking forward step by step.

The young man in purple had blood gushing from his mouth, but he showed no fear. Instead, he showed an inexplicable smile to Zhao Yun, with a touch of weirdness and a touch of gratitude. Zhao Yun frowned, wondering what the meaning of this smile was.

As he watched, the blood flowing from the mouth of the young man in purple turned into jet black.

"Damn it." Zhao Yun came over in an instant.

Unfortunately, he arrived too late. The young man in purple had swallowed the poison hidden in his teeth and died on the spot. Before he died, his expression showed no pain at all, but more of relief, like a twilight old man who could walk away.

serene.

"Assassin." Zhao Yun whispered.

When a killer fails a mission or falls into the hands of the enemy, most of the time he commits suicide, perhaps because of professional ethics, or perhaps he will die even more miserably if he returns home.

He searched the young man's body but found no identification tags. Apart from the clothes, bow and arrows, there was nothing else. The same was true for the big man and the old man. He couldn't find anything to prove their identity, let alone anything.

Who sent him here?

Gua! Gua!

The big bird is not dead yet, lying on the gravel and wailing. I don't know if it is for its master or for itself. It is soaring in the sky, but it has never fallen into the ethereal world like this one day.

"Rashomon."

The Moon God's sudden words seemed to be able to understand the cry of the big bird. In the cry, she read such a secret. She didn't know it, but Zhao Yun might know it.

"Rashomon?"

Zhao Yun frowned, how could he not know.

It is a very mysterious killer organization that existed as early as the ancient Warring States Period. There are many masters in the sect and its network spreads all over the world.

It is rumored that all the Rashomon masters in the past generations are genuine Tianwu realm, and no one has really seen it, but when the name of Rashomon is mentioned, everyone is afraid of hearing about it. As long as the money is enough, no matter whether it is the Tianzong or the royal family, they seem to be afraid.

Assassination, this example has been common for thousands of years.

At this moment, Zhao Yun thought a lot.

That night, the person who blew the poisonous mist into his room was probably a Rashomon killer.

He even suspected that the previous evil mage also belonged to Rashomon.

This assassination organization is so mysterious that it lurks in the world under various identities.

"Who is it?"

Zhao Yun murmured to himself, wondering how much the financial backer hated him and actually hired Rashomon assassins. This was not good news.

It is easy to hide from an open gun, but difficult to guard against a hidden arrow.

Being targeted by Rashomon, he would never be able to live in peace again for the rest of his life.

Didn't think much about it.

He took the corpse powder, destroyed the corpses and eliminated traces, collected the weapons and belongings of the three assassins, and disappeared into the darkness. During this period, he coughed up blood more than once.

This battle is dangerous enough.

Facing a killer, death is possible at any moment.

At this point, he still has poison in his body.

Looking at his left arm, it was completely black and had no intuition. It drooped down weakly. It was due to the three True Spirit Realms. If it was the Xuanyang Realm, it would really be possible to kill him with one sword. A killer of that level would have a Explosive Talisman.

They may not all explode.

Late at night, he found a cave.

It took him most of the night to force out the poison, but his face was still pale.

After doing this, he took the weapons of the three people.

The three weapons are indeed impressive, especially the big man's gilded sledgehammer, which is actually made of gold black iron and weighs at least 800 kilograms. The old man's rapier and the young man's bow and arrow are also made of special black iron. Even the true spirit realm assassins

With such equipment, you can imagine how terrifying a higher-level killer would be.

He sacrificed the animal fire and the thunder, and it melted completely.

The essences of the three weapons were all refined into weapon essences, and were refined into the Longyuan Sword. After some polishing, the Longyuan became even heavier, and the buzzing sound was like a dragon's roar.

After taking a sip of spiritual liquid, he looked at the Moon God.

The meaning in his eyes was still obvious: Xiu'er, I've been targeted by a killer organization, so why don't you show your support? For example, teach me the secret technique to save your life.

Moon God didn't say anything, and glanced sideways at Zhao Yun: I haven't taught you enough? Is it difficult to escape from the ground? It's not mysterious enough to walk through the wall? The wind god's step is not fast enough? Or the fighting holy method is not overbearing enough. A small martial arts cultivator can learn so much and use it.

?

"When I get killed that day, you can just have some fun!"

Zhao Yun curled his lips, grasshopper on a rope, how can you be so ignorant!

Luna paid no attention to him again.

You are a master! You have to let your disciples suffer some hardships and endure hardships in life and death before they can transform into Nirvana. What you need is that state of mind, so go through it slowly!

Zhao Yun didn't take it seriously and took the skill of sword control.

This method is not difficult to learn. Just stamp the prohibition on the sword and then use the hand skills. As for how far it can fly and how powerful it can be, it depends on the Taoist conduct of the sword controller. If the foundation is strong enough, an ordinary sword can reach a distance of thousands of feet.

You can chop down mountains and rubble; if you don't have the foundation, you may not even be able to chop down a small sapling.

Under the moon, he lit a bonfire and set up a barbecue.

He, on the other hand, was holding an ancient sword-controlling scroll, engrossed in reading it, and sometimes he would raise his hand to practice some hand techniques, such as performing seal seals.

It has to be a perfect match.

Also, this method also involves mental strength.

The higher the spiritual level, the easier it is to wield a sword. To put it bluntly, it is the foundation.

In his opinion, this sword-controlling skill is incomplete.

In other words, it is an improved version, and it is definitely not the real method of sword control.

Seeing this, he glanced at Luna.

The Moon God knew the meaning of his expression, but did not reply. Zhao Yun thought that was not bad. This method was indeed incomplete. The real skill of sword control was extremely demanding. The mental power must at least transform into a martial spirit before he could barely use his soul.

Control the sword until you surpass the Tianwu, until the martial soul transforms into the Yuan Shen, and can control all things in the world.

Everything here includes flying swords.

The soul is strong enough. With one sword, it can behead people hundreds of miles away.

When he becomes a god, one thought can turn into ten thousand swords, which can destroy the heaven and the earth.

This was also the reason why she didn't teach Zhao Yun his true sword-wielding skills. It would be useless to teach him. He couldn't use it at all, and he didn't even have a martial soul, let alone a soul.

Improved version of sword control, just use it!

In a small true spiritual realm, you can practice great supernatural powers in vain, just for the sake of excitement.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun has taken the Zixiao Sword, thunder and lightning are lingering on his fingertips, and a brand is engraved on it.

Then, a drop of blood was stained on the brand.

At this point, he inserted the sword into the ground, put his fingers together, and recited the method silently. Following the hand-clasping technique, he waved his arms wildly and pointed at the big tree five feet away.

Zheng!

The purple sky stuck on the ground flew with a clang, and the sword pierced the big tree.

He moved his arms and changed his gestures, and Zixiao rushed away into the night.
To be continued...