However, no one noticed that a figure appeared in the attic in front of Situ's house. Under the black robe, his clear eyes were filled with coldness.
Raising his head and looking at the scattered Situ family manors below, Ye Shaohan curled his lips slightly, hinting at a sneer, and murmured softly: "The night is always a stage for killers."
The cold wind blew against Ye Shaohan's martial robe, and the black robe made a hunting sound, and a bloodthirsty brilliance suddenly appeared in Ye Shaohan's eyes...
The night gave me a pair of black eyes, and I searched for the light of prey in the darkness.
Under the dark night sky, Ye Shaohan's dark eyes looked so eye-catching. Ye Shaohan always stood so quietly at the top of the attic. Looking up, Ye Shaohan seemed to be integrated with the scene around the attic.
The cold wind blew, and the loose coat that enveloped Ye Shaohan was blown off by the wind, falling feebly behind him. At this moment, Ye Shaohan was wearing a tight-fitting martial robe, with a black cloth tied around his face, and his head draped over his shoulders.
An ordinary iron sword was tied diagonally behind his back. Looking at the crowded streets below and the magnificent manor of the Situ family, a sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth.
The silver moon rises slowly. Under the cold moonlight, the snowflakes fall feebly on the ground. Looking up from a distance, the ground seems to be covered with a layer of silver gauze.
The cold wind roared crazily, and even though it was early spring, the chill it brought made people shiver.
Situ Gong, as one of the few stewards of the Situ family, his status is no less than that of his direct descendants, but at this moment he is huddled in the big place, walking back and forth, looking at the street in the distance with a slightly anxious look, cold
When the wind blew, Situ Gong shivered and cursed in a low voice: "The weather in the imperial capital is so damn cold. It's already early spring and it's still so cold. Isn't this torture?"
The guards standing in the main place all whispered: "Yes."
One of the guards, who looked more elf-like, took out a hot wine bottle from his arms and handed it to Situ Gong, saying flatteringly: "Mr. Gong, why are you here in person?"
After taking the wine flask, the hot wine went into his stomach and dissipated the chill on his body. Situ Gong's mood also improved. He rarely smiled and said: "The third elder and the fourth young lady rushed back. Do you think I can't greet you personally?"
When the third elder was mentioned, the guard's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but show a hint of admiration. The third elder of the Situ family was a genius that had not appeared in hundreds of years.
Suddenly, a noise came from a distance. Seeing this, Situ Gong suddenly handed the wine bottle to the guard and waved his right hand inwards.
In an instant, dozens of Situ family guards poured out of the palace like water, holding giant swords. The originally noisy streets also became noisy. Those who originally set up stalls on the street were driven away by these guards.
After a few breaths, the streets that were originally full of people seemed extremely empty. Pedestrians were forced to leave one after another. In response, the pedestrians were angry but did not dare to speak, and stood quietly beside the street.
After Situ Gong straightened his clothes, he strode forward with a very respectful smile on his face. After walking a few steps, he stood quietly in the middle of the street and cast his gaze at the end of the street.
On the attic, Ye Shaohan raised his right hand slightly, holding the long sword behind his back, his eyes also fell on the end of the street, waiting for his prey to appear.
The thumping and heavy sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded, and dust filled the sky in the distance. Soon, a grand horn sounded, and the anger on the faces of the pedestrians dissipated.
Under the gaze of everyone, hundreds of sturdy men riding wind horses rushed towards here. The sound of horse hooves came from the wind horses under their crotches. Each of these big men had a strong back and a strong back, especially each of them.
They all exude an extremely powerful aura, and just a few people are imposing. Now the momentum generated by hundreds of people galloping towards them makes those pedestrians almost feel suffocated.
Hundreds of big men rushed over, and one of them raised his long sword. The team immediately divided into two teams and retreated towards the left and right sides of the street. The onlookers had to retreat a few steps back.
The big man's sharp eyes swept around, and when he saw nothing strange, a grand horn sounded again.
A crisp tinkling sound followed, and a luxurious carriage appeared on the empty avenue. Eight wind horses pulled the carriage slowly down the street.
Seeing this, Situ Gong quickly walked forward a few steps, bowed and said: "Steward Situ Gong has met the Third Elder and the Fourth Miss."
The cold wind was still roaring, and a deep but majestic voice came from the carriage: "Why, it's your turn to greet me this time. It seems that your boy has been quite diligent recently."
Hearing this, Situ Gong's face showed a trace of ecstasy and he said more humbly: "It is my honor to be able to welcome the third elder as one of the stewards in the family..."
Suddenly, a cold light fell from the sky. The smile on Situ Gong's face suddenly stopped, and the words in his mouth stopped. The cold light fell as fast as a meteor across the sky, and disappeared in just the blink of an eye. Situ Gong
I couldn't help but shudder, and there was an inexplicable coldness in my heart. What on earth was that?
"Beware of assassins." A steady voice floated out from inside the carriage, and the imposing men leaned towards the carriage one after another.
Situ Gong, who was standing in front of the carriage, was also forced to take a few steps back, with a face full of surprise. Someone in the imperial capital could be so bold as to assassinate the third elder in front of Situ's sword?
Holding the long sword behind his back with his backhand, the long sword suddenly appeared. Before Ye Shaohan's feet even touched the ground, his figure suddenly disappeared. His figure was like a cold wind blowing across the ground, silently approaching the carriage.
A cold air emerged from Situ Gong's feet, and Situ Gong shivered. Suddenly, a cold light enlarged in Situ Gong's dark pupils, and in an instant, the blood lotus bloomed.
A striking sword mark appeared on Situ Gong's neck, and blood came out. Ye Shaohan grabbed Situ Gong's shoulder with his right hand, hid behind Situ Gong, kicked his feet in the air, and Situ Gong's figure suddenly
Heading towards the carriage, at the same time, the wind energy rushed towards Situ Gong's body crazily, and Situ Gong's body actually swelled.
Seeing Situ Gong charging towards him, the big men guarding the surroundings drew out their swords and struck at Situ Gong's body. However, the moment they didn't touch the body, the body suddenly exploded.
Blood came out, but at this moment, every drop of blood was like turning into a killing machine. The blood came out with terrifying force in all directions. Wherever it passed, the air rippled, and the sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded.
The blood broke through the air mask, and screams suddenly rang out from the surroundings. The big men near the explosion site fell to the ground one after another, and the whole scene seemed extremely chaotic.
But Ye Shaohan's figure disappeared from everyone's sight like a ghost. For a moment, all the big men present looked around in panic, trying to find Ye Shaohan's figure.
Different from the panicked big man, the pedestrians who were watching looked at this scene with surprised faces, some were surprised, some were shocked, some were joking...
The outside world obviously aroused the opinions of the owner in the carriage. A middle-aged man with a Chinese character face and a formidable momentum stepped out and hung in the air. He saw the sword-browed people around him frowning slightly.
Situ Guo, as the third elder of the Situ family, his cultivation level is naturally not weak. He is already a second-level Spirit Emperor warrior in his early thirties. In an instant, the momentum of the Spirit Emperor realm warrior exploded and swept the entire place.
After the panicked men saw Situ Guo, their eyes showed a hint of reverence. Their original panic expressions also dissipated and were replaced by calmness.
Suddenly, the sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded, and in Situ Guo's dark eyes, a figure slowly emerged. In response, a sneer appeared on the corner of Situ Guo's mouth, and he said in a deep voice: "How dare someone in the mere spiritual master realm
It would be ridiculous and pathetic to assassinate me."
Before he finished speaking, Situ Guo raised his right hand slightly, with zhenqi surrounding his fingertips, pointing them like a sword, and casually pointed his fingers forward.
Not only that, several sword lights burst out and headed towards Ye Shaohan like a rainbow.
In response, a hint of sarcasm flashed across the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth, but his aura changed in vain. His figure was like a breeze, leaping through the gap between the sword lights in an extremely strange way.
Seeing that Ye Shaohan easily dodged the attacks of those big men and rushed towards him without fear of death, a hint of sarcasm flashed across the corner of Situ Guo's mouth, his figure increased, and his right finger pointed crazily.
A bang sound like metal colliding suddenly sounded. Situ Guo's right hand landed on Ye Shaohan's long sword. The long sword shook violently, and a terrifying force came from the hilt. A rare flash of light flashed in Ye Shaohan's eyes.
In a panic, he kicked his feet suddenly, and his whole body jumped back like an arrow. Wherever he stepped, eye-catching footprints appeared.
Seeing this, Situ Guo's remaining vigilance also dissipated. In his eyes, the spiritual master realm warrior was undoubtedly like an ant. He took a step forward and followed Ye Shaohan.
In just the blink of an eye, Situ Guo's body was about to arrive in front of Ye Shaohan, and Ye Shaohan could very clearly catch the sarcastic look on the corner of Situ Guo's mouth.
With a face full of panic, Ye Shaohan suddenly took out the long sword in his hand and headed towards Situ like a rainbow.
Seeing this, the sarcasm on Situ Guo's lips became even more intense. In his view, as a swordsman, the sword was his fighting partner. Now Ye Shaohan undoubtedly didn't even have the courage to fight if he abandoned his sword.
He casually pointed his right hand forward, and under Situ Guo's finger, the ordinary iron sword suddenly turned into pieces of iron and scattered all over the ground. Situ Guo's figure also came out, and arrived in front of Ye Shaohan in just a blink of an eye.
He raised his right hand slightly and looked at Ye Shaohan's desperate face. A smile flashed in Situ Guo's eyes. What he liked to see most was the desperate look on others' faces.
"Bang" Just when Situ Guo's right finger was about to fall on Ye Shaohan, Ye Shaohan's right hand also pointed at Situ like a sword. Like lightning, it moved toward Situ. In an instant, endless pressure came over him, and Situ Guo's figure suddenly
stagnation.
The level 3 Spirit King Realm warrior's full finger gesture, the power contained in it was simply terrifying. His fingertips touched Situ Guo's chest, and just one finger shattered Situ Guo's heart. In the midst of countless horrified looks,
Situ Guo's figure fell backwards faster than before. Before he landed on the carriage, his whole body exploded in vain, and blood spilled into the sky.