"When I see chrysanthemums, I miss autumn; when I see virtuous people, I miss Qi; when I see things, I miss people..."

Standing on the bank of the quiet river, Shura muttered to himself quietly.

Although he is the son of a groom, he has followed the owner's son since he was a child. His daughter studied with his husband, and naturally learned a lot about the principles of the world and the meaning of pen and ink.

I should have been sitting in front of the hall, writing poems with my husband, but out of desperation I picked up an iron bow and an iron sword, and walked on the infernal road between life and death.

When he returned from his dream at midnight, although he had already accepted Qingxu as his master and had a younger sister and a sixth senior brother... there would be more senior sisters and senior brothers in the future.

But deep down in his heart, Shura still has a loneliness like a wild dog and an indelible hatred.

This hatred lasts forever.

Thinking of this, Shura raised his head, squinted at the seven altars not far away, and found that the seven priests had stopped waving the incense candles in their hands and started chanting the scriptures for a long time.

As the priests chanted, people on the Youhe River and in the stands on both sides of the river passed by, and thousands of people chanted along with them on the river embankment.

It gives people a sense of mystery and solemnity.

However, this feeling is not the atmosphere Shura likes.

Shaking his head, the young man backed away gently from the crowd. Because the master warned him that as an excellent killer, he should not stay in the same place for two quarters of an hour, preferably not even a quarter of an hour.

Because he was greedy for Yu Kong's fireworks, he had stayed here for more than two quarters of an hour. He had to change places, or simply leave Youhe and go back to the inn alone.

As the son of a groom and a disciple of Qingxu, he reminded himself that he must be awake at all times and not be blinded by any external things.

This is a good habit that a killer should have, and it is also the only way to save one's life when encountering unknown dangers.

The only exception was today, because he knew that less than five feet away from him were his master, senior brother Zhu, and his sister Yueying, so he seemed a little careless.

After waking up, Shura quietly emerged from the crowd like a mouse, planning to send a message to Sixth Senior Brother and go back to the inn to rest alone.

This is someone else’s carnival and has nothing to do with you!

The young man seemed to be walking leisurely. With the bamboo hat on his head, he believed that he had shaken off all those hidden things. In front of millions of people, even the killers would not dare to kill anyone.

Looking at the snowflakes falling from the sky, Shura stretched out and found that there was no shadow of the man in black on the street corners on both sides. A secretly smug smile appeared on his face. This was still the imperial city after all.

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but walk to a small shop on the corner of the street. He planned to choose a few gifts to give to his sister and the two senior sisters he had never met before.

The wind and snow were getting thinner, and there were more and more people on the street. A cold wind blew his black hair through the gaps in the bamboo hats, and occasionally snowflakes fell in the wind and brushed against his cheeks.

Thinking of his sister and his sixth brother, Shura didn't understand. What's so fun about this so-called prosperity? Don't they know that there are unknown dangers hidden deep in the dark night in the snow and wind?

Suddenly, he was a little scared.

On the one hand, it is for myself, and on the other hand, it is for my sister who is standing beside the master.

Occasionally there were pedestrians passing by outside the shop, and parents holding their children came to join in the fun. Because they couldn't squeeze into the crowd by the river, they had to stand on the corner of the street and look at the priest on the altar from a distance.

As Shura was wearing a bamboo hat, pedestrians passing by could not see the frown on his face.

Sensing danger, he slowly left the shop and walked to the side alley.

A carriage slowly approached from behind him, seemingly deliberately walking along the roadside to avoid the pedestrians by the river.

The moment he was about to pass by Shura, Shura, who was wearing a bamboo hat on his head, flipped his wrist, and slashed through An Ye with the dagger he had been holding in his hand!

There was a muffled click, and the dagger passed across the throat of the black-clothed killer dressed as the coachman. A cold light flashed, and the black-clothed killer fell down from the carriage.

Before the killer in the carriage could rush out, Shura had already shot out like a sharp arrow and rushed into the alley on the roadside like a shadow. Killing should not be done in front of others, whether it is a killer or self-defense.

While running, An Ye put away his hand and instantly took out the iron bow and arrows.

While running, he bent his bow and nocked an arrow. In the blink of an eye, several people were chasing after him. Shura, who was running, suddenly turned around, raised his hand and fired three arrows, killing the black-clothed killer who was pursuing him the most.

An arrow pierced the chest.

Whoosh!

The next two iron arrows shot into the bodies of the other two black-clad killers exactly, one into the chest and the other into the thigh.

The one with the arrow in his chest was the same as the previous killer. He struggled for a few times and then died unwillingly.

The last killer with an arrow in his thigh looked at the young man walking up with an iron bow, coldly clenched the iron sword in his hand, and planned to fight for his life.

Shura thought for a while, stopped, looked at him and asked: "I don't want to know who you are, I just want to know who sent you. For this, I can let you live."

Because the killer in black is covered, his specific appearance and age cannot be seen.

However, after listening to Shura's words, the killer held the iron sword in his hand tighter: "Don't think about it, if you just kill me, more brothers will naturally come to you...

....There is no room for you in heaven or on earth.”

Shura sighed softly, flicked his hand and took three more iron arrows in his hand. He looked at him and replied: "So, have a good journey! Don't be a killer in your next life."

There were three whooshes of arrows, like three black lightnings flying towards the black-clothed killer,

The killer in black blocked two iron arrows, but failed to catch the third fatal arrow that shot into his chest.

He stepped forward and put away the weapons and space rings of the three killers. Shura put away his iron bow and took out his dagger An Ye. He covered his face with a bamboo hat and walked slowly towards the alley.

Until the door of the shop, the killer lying on the snow on the roadside did not attract the attention of passers-by.

Because the frightened horses had already pulled the carriage away from here, the man in black on the ground was soon covered by the wind and snow.

He stretched out his hand and took off the space ring of the man in black. This was something that was delivered to the door and should not be wasted.

When I walked into the shop, I discovered that they were selling candied haws and candied pears.

Thinking that his sister was still watching the fun on the shore, Shura bought a pack of candied haws and frozen pears.

Coming out of the small shop, Shura confirmed that no one was following him for the time being. Xin Dao Jiang was indeed still old and hot. The skills his master taught him came in handy tonight.

It is estimated that the killer dressed as a carriage never thought to his death how his identity could be seen through. Moreover, he was killed with one blow, without even a chance to fight back.

You must know that these four killers are all masters in the foundation building stage. If they were to get close, Shura would never have a chance to escape.

After walking out of the shop, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he walked slowly along the street, trying to look like a pedestrian attending the night festival.

At this time, the priest on the altar had finished reading the scriptures and began the third ceremony, blessing everyone and distributing rock candy in his hand.

For a time, the believers by the river rushed to the altar, and the crowd gradually grew. Under the cover of the crowd, Shura lowered his head, holding a bunch of candied haws in one hand, and walked silently among the crowd at the Kamigawa Night Festival.

This was the first time that he faced four black-clothed killers who were much more advanced than him alone. With his cleverness and boldness, he killed the four killers in front of his eyes.

Looking at the lively crowd beside the altar, the young man knew that he should leave now.

Otherwise, once the night festival is over and the crowd becomes even more crowded, his risk factor will also increase several times.

He needs to get out of here safely. He doesn't want to rely on his master anymore. He wants to try it alone.

I bit into a candied haws, feeling the sour and sweet taste in my mouth, and sensing the pedestrians in front and behind me.

No matter how big or small the danger is, others try to discover it.

But after walking for less than a quarter of an hour and before leaving the Youhe Night Festival venue, he once again felt the danger behind him.

He sighed and noticed that several men in black behind him had secretly escaped to a place less than five feet away from him. He frowned slightly, turned his head to the left and looked at the still busy altar, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Suddenly, without any warning, the boy stepped on the snow on the roadside and pretended to slide to the side of the road... But in an instant, an iron arrow flew behind him!

Whoosh!

His man had fallen on the passing snow, and the iron bow in his hand was already in his hand at some point.

The two jet-black iron arrows shot out were like two deadly lightning bolts, piercing straight back.

The arrow was like lightning, buzzing through the air, and in the blink of an eye, three men in black fell heavily to the ground in the snow less than five feet away from him.

Shura, who came down the mountain as fast as a tiger, held a bow in one hand and a night dagger in the other, and rushed towards the black-clad killer like a wild wolf from the snow like lightning!

There was a popping sound, and regardless of whether the assassin who was struck by the arrow was dead or not, Shura rushed forward and cut his throat with the dark night knife of his sword hand, took away the assassin's weapon and ring, and then quickly disappeared into the snowy night.

The four killer guards in black had already secretly occupied a favorable terrain. They thought they were hunters, so they were not nervous.

Unexpectedly, Shura struck preemptively and suddenly launched a sneak attack. Three iron arrows were shot into the chests of the three of them. Then before the three of them could recover, Shura had his throat cut by the cold-blooded boy.

For a time, several blood flowers bloomed on the snowy night, splashing on the snow-covered ground, taking away people's hearts and souls!

With such a rapid offensive and such preparations for action, not to mention the several Foundation Establishment Realm killers in front of us, even if we send out the Golden Core Realm killers, I am afraid that they will be in a state of embarrassment and will either be injured or die!

Shura, who had once again harvested three space rings, quickly fled the scene. He didn't even glance at the priest who was giving the candy, and ran towards the corner of the street without looking back.

As long as he turned the corner, he would be safe.

...

Boom boom!

The running Shura was like a leaf, knocked upside down by a powerful force.

The young man dressed in black was blasted out like a boulder by a man in black. Under the surge of true energy, Shura spit out a mouthful of blood!

The killer who has been hiding around the corner of the street has finally seen such an opportunity, how could he miss it?

In the electric light and flint, Shura and the black-clothed killer collided again. He turned his wrist out, and stabbed the black-clothed killer in the throat with the dark night dagger shining with black light!

The man in black let out a roar, his hands moved very quickly, catching Shura's knife-wielding wrist, and stabbed the young man's chest with the other hand like a dagger inside a poisonous snake.

The two of them didn't stop their momentum and crashed into the snow on the street.

The black-clothed killer took all these forces into account, and the bend of his elbow actually relied on the force of the counter-shock. Although the blade missed the young man's chest, it stabbed his left arm mercilessly.

A blood flower bloomed in the night.

The killer in black looked very scary, and Shura had no intention of retreating.

He knew that he couldn't retreat. If he retreated, he would die at the hands of the killer in front of him.

Amidst the splashing snow and mist, the two people were entangled again. A strange feeling flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed killer, as if he didn't know how the young man with a knife in his left arm could bear this huge pain.
Chapter completed!