Nameless Valley. Silent moonlit night.

It seems to be the fifteenth tonight, and the moon is extraordinarily round. Xiao Se and Lei Wujie are riding horses and walking slowly on the road, looking at the moon in the sky. Xiao Se feels a little cold, and he closes his sleeves and looks at the moon.

Lei Wujie, who was looking up at the moon, glanced at him: "What? Are you homesick?"

Lei Wujie nodded: "I miss my uncle."

"Your uncle?"

"Yes, my uncle, Lei Mengchen. He always liked to drink under the moon, one drink after another. Before I was six years old, before I met my master, I lived with him. When I was eight years old, my uncle died.

, He had just turned thirty at that time, and the master said that he was drunk to death. I regretted it at that time, because I was his only relative, but I didn't talk to him properly." Lei Wujie murmured.

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Suddenly, a flute sound came from the valley. The tune was sad and desolate, echoing in the valley, making people feel empty. Lei Wujie and Xiao Se looked at each other, and Xiao Se pondered for a moment: "Go and have a look.

"The two people continued to walk forward, and saw a large clear pond in front of them, reflecting the moonlight. A woman with long hair in white was sitting by the lake playing the flute, and many paper butterflies slowly flew from her side.

, under the moonlight, shining with silvery white light, looking particularly beautiful.

"Lei Wujie, guess what I'm thinking about now?" Xiao Se folded his clothes.

Lei Wujie thought for a while: "What a female ghost."

"As you said." Xiao Se looked at the woman with long white hair. He lowered his head and couldn't see clearly the expression on her face. He raised his head and wondered if he would see a skull face.

The woman put down the flute, but the sound still lingered. She stretched out her hand slightly, and the paper butterflies flew away in all directions.

"You can actually control the wind and make these paper butterflies fly like living creatures." Xiao Se frowned slightly, "He is a master who is proficient in secret techniques."

The woman looked at the paper butterflies and finally spoke with a cold voice: "These paper butterflies are called Soul Yingdie. They are used to commemorate those who were killed by me. We don't know each other, but we have to meet each other with swords.

This is the helplessness of troubled times. I can't change this fate. I can only let these paper butterflies fly, hoping to guide their souls to find their way back."

"Are you the guide to Huangquan?" Xiao Se turned the horse's head slightly and whispered to Lei Wujie, "Get ready to run."

"What a ghost." Lei Wujie was surprised.

"No." Xiao Se shook his head, "It's scarier than ghosts."

Suddenly, the treetops on the right swayed slightly, as lightly as a fallen leaf hitting it, but Lei Wujie still heard it, and he could tell that it was a man with excellent qinggong skills gently hitting it.

Stepped on it.

It's just a matter of moment.

"Four, five." Lei Wujie counted silently in his heart. Just now he heard at least five people rushing past behind them.

"Xiao Se. Did you hear that?" Lei Wujie lowered his voice and asked.

"There are five. It's too late to run away." Xiao Se sighed.

Lei Wujie grasped the hilt of the sword and tensed his muscles: "If you can't run away, then fight."

Xiao Se whispered: "Lei Wujie, the opponent this time is different from the previous ones. You have to remember clearly that they are really here to kill."

"I, I seem to feel it." Lei Wujie breathed heavily, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead. The paper butterflies floating in the wind flew over the nearby treetops, cutting off the entire branch.

Well, something that was originally meant to commemorate the deceased has once again become a weapon for killing people.

Lei Wujie jumped from his horse and stepped onto the treetop, but found that his feet were empty. To his shock, he found that it was wrapped with extremely thin and almost transparent silver thread. "Knife thread!" Lei Wujie exclaimed in surprise.

, the man had fallen to the ground, but just when he stood up, he felt warmth in his ears, and someone breathed softly into his ears.

"Listen to the rain!" Lei Wujie shouted angrily, and the sword of Tingyu was unsheathed with a sound. The moonlight suddenly appeared, looking particularly wild in the darkness. Lei Wujie turned around and stabbed the sword behind him, but found that there was already nothing there.

One person, Xiao Se, also got off his horse and approached Lei Wujie: "They will hide their aura, you have to be careful."

Lei Wujie nodded and gently closed his eyes. He knew that in such a dark night and in front of such an assassination master, he could only fight with his feelings. What he saw in his eyes might send him to death.

.Distinguish the position by listening to the wind, and kill people by blinding your eyes. This is the first lesson that senior brother Tang Lian once taught him.

The soil under his feet seemed to tremble slightly, and Lei Wujie hurriedly swept up, but a silver long sword also broke out of the ground at that moment, barely grazing the skirt of Lei Wujie's chest, and he heard the rain sword swung.

He fell, but the long sword was actually a soft sword. The two swords collided and entangled Tingyu Sword instantly. Lei Wujie frowned, roared, raised the sword into the air, and held the sword forcefully

He pulled the man out of the earth and kicked the man hard in the chest with his right foot.

Lei Wujie pulled out the Tingyu Sword, took three steps back, touched the ground with the sword, and gasped for air. However, he did not dare to take another step forward, because he found that there were all around him, whether on the ground or in the air.

It was filled with those almost transparent silver threads. He could imagine how his body would be cut into pieces if these silver threads were tightened at the same time.

Lei Wujie moved the Tingyu Sword to his left hand, waved his right hand, held the Killing Sword in his hand, and held out another sword.

A thunder on the ground!

There was a sudden explosion in the silent night, razing the entire road in front of Lei Wujie to the ground. The leaves flew away, the knife wire retreated, but something came through the layers of leaves, among the green.

, it looks particularly enchanting.

A delicate, strange, deadly flower that blooms instantly in the dark night.

The flower has bright red stamens and six leaves. Two flying flowers just burst out of the sky, one flew to Lei Wujie and the other flew to Xiao Se.

Lei Wujie struck the red flower with one strike of his sword, but at the moment when the stamens were split open, the six leaves suddenly spread out and attacked Lei Wujie again. Lei Wujie had no choice but to wave his sword and cut the flower.

All five leaves fell to the ground, and the last leaf barely missed his beard.

Xiao Se, on the other hand, ducked sideways and gently grabbed the flower with his hands, but the flower's power remained unabated. Xiao Se moved to step on the clouds, and his steps changed like flowing clouds and flowing water, and he kept holding the flower around.

After a long circle, it stopped safely.

"Very good, it's worth it that we came thousands of miles to kill you." A strong voice suddenly sounded, which seemed to dilute the tense atmosphere just now. A man carrying a huge sword fell on Lei Wujie and Wu Jie
Chapter completed!