He suddenly opened his eyes, leaned back to avoid the sharp wind, and picked up a chair to block the sword wind.
The chair shattered, and a masked man rushed into the room with the wind. He held a gleaming sword in his hand and stabbed his vital parts. His eyes glared at him, as if he had a blood feud with him.
The dragon king appeared like an elegant roc. His tall body glided and flew flexibly in the limited space. He did not confront the masked man head-on, but he dodged several deadly sword moves in a thrilling way.
The movement in the room caught the attention of the guard next door. He rushed over and knocked on the door, asking urgently: "Master!"
Long Junyin's voice was very calm: "There is an assassination attempt, come in."
Wei Bao broke into the door and saw the scene in front of him. He suddenly felt murderous. He took out his sword and held the sword that was stabbing Long Junyin.
The swords touched each other, lightning flew everywhere, the eyes met, and murderous intent filled the air.
The two were equally skilled, one had deep hatred and the other had deep anger. They were fighting inextricably and the room was almost destroyed.
Long Junyin felt at ease again, so he walked outside the door, clasped his hands behind his back, and quietly watched the spring rain falling like beads under the eaves, as if the fighting behind him had nothing to do with him.
The masked man saw Long Junyin right in front of him, but he couldn't get closer. He looked at the night scene as if nothing happened, and he felt angry and angry. In his impatience, his hands and feet couldn't help but get a little confused.
Wei Bao has been with Long Junyin for many years, and rarely has the opportunity to perform his duties. However, the assassin's martial arts skills are comparable to his, which makes him somewhat unable to hold his head up in front of his master. He is also shocked and angry in his heart, and is very desperate.
Both of them were furious and exposed many flaws.
After a fierce struggle, the masked man’s sword was pressed against Wei Bao’s neck, and Wei Bao’s knife was also placed on the masked man’s neck.
The two stared at each other, motionless
A gust of wind blew in from outside the door. Both of them felt their eyes hurt and squinted slightly.
In the blink of an eye, the knives in their hands fell to the ground with a clang.
Long Jun loomed among them, and the masked man's sword fell into his hands at some point, and was pressed against his neck.
Being saved by his master once again, Wei Bao was so ashamed that he lowered his head and took a few steps back.
The masked man was even more horrified. He knew that he was far behind the Dragon King and could not kill him, but he refused to show weakness and looked like he would risk everything.
These eyes seemed to be more capable of killing people than swords. I don’t know how many holes were pierced in his body. Long Junyin didn’t take it seriously. He stared at him and said: "Xuanyuan Wenshu, the only son of Xuanyuan Ghost, the master of the bunker, is twenty-five years old and is good at using swords."
He disappeared in Qixia Mountain in Jinling half a year ago and could not be found in the bunker.”
He raised the tip of the sword and picked off Wenshu's mask: "You are very courageous. You dare to come and assassinate alone. But before you act, you should consider whether you have the ability."
Wenshu said angrily: "What's the fear of death? If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be here today. I only regret that I couldn't kill you to avenge Ye'er."
Ye? This name is a thorn in the hearts of these men.
"Revenge?" Long Jun showed no emotion or anger, but his eyes flashed: "You assassinated me first, what revenge can you take?"