In the dead of night and the cold wind, a luxurious sedan appeared on the street.
Just as the sedan creaked and walked forward, behind the sedan, a black shadow suddenly appeared silently in the night, taking advantage of the darkness of the night to ride on the wind.
The bearer didn't notice anything, and still quietly carried the sedan forward. The ghostly black shadow touched the ground with the tip of the sword in his hand, and the figure rose lightly from the ground, raising the long sword that shone with cold air, and quickly
He stabbed the people in the sedan chair.
The Imperial Master, who was sitting comfortably in the sedan and taking a nap, keenly noticed the danger. The Buddha dust in his hand quickly rolled towards the stabbing sword, and the figure immediately broke out of the sedan with a loud snap.
"There is an assassin." The bearer was so frightened that he threw the sedan and ran away.
"Who are you and why do you want to assassinate Pindao?" The figure of the national master floated in the opposite position to the other party. Against the light, the other party could only vaguely see that the other party's figure was slender and seemed to be a woman.
"Taoist Priest, you are such a noble and forgetful person. Don't you remember who I am so soon?" The cold voice in the cold air made people feel creepy. She slowly turned around and faced the moon.
color.
Under the pale moonlight, a familiar pale face was revealed, with beautiful eyes shining with sharp light, a bloodthirsty taunt on his lips, and strong murderous intent in every move and every move he made.
"It's you. Aren't you already dead? Why are you still alive?" The Imperial Master saw clearly who the person in front of him was, and he immediately took two steps back in fright.
"You killed me, and now I'm here to ask for your life, stinky Taoist priest, give me back my life." The woman raised her long sword, which was like a rainbow and as light as hair, and she stabbed towards him like lightning.
"Hmph, I wasn't afraid of you when you were alive, and I'm even less afraid of you after you die. I'll make you disappear in ashes." The Imperial Master calmed down, and immediately raised Buddha dust and started fighting with her.
Suddenly, the wind and dust were billowing, sand and rocks were flying, and only two figures could be seen vaguely, going back and forth under the dim moonlight, fighting to the death.
I don’t know how long it took, but there was a crisp sound in the air, and the silver-white Buddha dust threads broke and flew everywhere, falling in the air like a goddess scattering flowers, fluttering in the wind. Through the flying silver threads,
Drop after drop of cherry-red blood was seen falling feebly to the ground.
"Are you a human or a ghost?" The ashen-faced Imperial Master reached out to grab the long sword that was inserted into his left chest and asked her calmly.
"If you want to know the answer, go to hell and ask King Yama." As the cold and emotionless voice sounded, the woman used her elbow to pull out the long sword that penetrated his left chest, and blood suddenly sprayed out.
, even though he was unwilling to do so, the Imperial Master's body still fell to the ground weakly. The night wind blew by, blowing up the ink-like black hair, revealing a cold and cruel charming face.
The woman stepped forward and kicked him twice. Seeing that he could no longer move, she was about to add another blow when a rush of footsteps suddenly came to her ears. Apparently, the bearer who had just left had gone to call for reinforcements. She had just
The sword had penetrated his heart and lungs, and it was estimated that he would not survive. A coquettish sneer appeared on the woman's lips, and then she sheathed the sword and entered the misty night.
When the reinforcements arrived, only the dying Imperial Guard was left lying in a pool of blood. In the dead of night, with the cold wind blowing, a luxurious sedan appeared on the street.
Just as the sedan creaked and walked forward, behind the sedan, a black shadow suddenly appeared silently in the night, taking advantage of the darkness of the night to ride on the wind.
The bearer didn't notice anything, and still quietly carried the sedan forward. The ghostly black shadow touched the ground with the tip of the sword in his hand, and the figure rose lightly from the ground, raising the long sword that shone with cold air, and quickly
He stabbed the people in the sedan chair.
The Imperial Master, who was sitting comfortably in the sedan and taking a nap, keenly noticed the danger. The Buddha dust in his hand quickly rolled towards the stabbing sword, and the figure immediately broke out of the sedan with a loud snap.
"There is an assassin." The bearer was so frightened that he threw the sedan and ran away.
"Who are you and why do you want to assassinate Pindao?" The figure of the national master floated in the opposite position to the other party. Against the light, the other party could only vaguely see that the other party's figure was slender and seemed to be a woman.
"Taoist Priest, you are such a noble and forgetful person. Don't you remember who I am so soon?" The cold voice in the cold air made people feel creepy. She slowly turned around and faced the moon.
color.
Under the pale moonlight, a familiar pale face was revealed, with beautiful eyes shining with sharp light, a bloodthirsty taunt on his lips, and strong murderous intent in every move and every move he made.
"It's you. Aren't you already dead? Why are you still alive?" The Imperial Master saw clearly who the person in front of him was, and he immediately took two steps back in fright.
"You killed me, and now I'm here to ask for your life, stinky Taoist priest, give me back my life." The woman raised her long sword, which was like a rainbow and as light as hair, and she stabbed towards him like lightning.
"Hmph, I wasn't afraid of you when you were alive, and I'm even less afraid of you after you die. I'll make you disappear in ashes." The Imperial Master calmed down, and immediately raised Buddha dust and started fighting with her.
Suddenly, the wind and dust were billowing, sand and rocks were flying, and only two figures could be seen vaguely, going back and forth under the dim moonlight, fighting to the death.
I don’t know how long it took, but there was a crisp sound in the air, and the silver-white Buddha dust threads broke and flew everywhere, falling in the air like a goddess scattering flowers, fluttering in the wind. Through the flying silver threads,
Drop after drop of cherry-red blood was seen falling feebly to the ground.
"Are you a human or a ghost?" The ashen-faced Imperial Master reached out to grab the long sword that was inserted into his left chest and asked her calmly.
"If you want to know the answer, go to hell and ask King Yama." As the cold and emotionless voice sounded, the woman used her elbow to pull out the long sword that penetrated his left chest, and blood suddenly sprayed out.
, even though he was unwilling to do so, the Imperial Master's body still fell to the ground weakly. The night wind blew by, blowing up the ink-like black hair, revealing a cold and cruel charming face.
The woman stepped forward and kicked him twice. Seeing that he could no longer move, she was about to add another blow when a rush of footsteps suddenly came to her ears. Apparently, the bearer who had just left had gone to call for reinforcements. She had just
The sword had penetrated his heart and lungs, and it was estimated that he would not survive. A coquettish sneer appeared on the woman's lips, and then she sheathed the sword and entered the misty night.
When the reinforcements arrived, only the dying Imperial Guard was left lying in a pool of blood.
