Xiang Yang's palm was wet, and his clothes were wet with cold sweat. This was a reaction after being greatly stimulated. Almost, maybe he would really die before he could succeed.

The man in front of him turned into a short beggar with a method similar to bone shrinkage, and he chose a seat to beg and wait, and no one would be wary of him.

Xiang Yang suddenly felt pity because of his compassion. He just gave some broken silver at will. He was assassinated when he turned around. Who could have thought that?

"There is a problem. My whereabouts have been controlled by others. Who is it? This person must have been ambushed here for a long time, but he does not seem to be a professional killer. The murderous aura was released too early, which made me notice it, which is somewhat different from the killer of Zoroastrianism."

Xiang Yang was assassinated twice by Zoroastrians. Both times the other party was extremely professional killers, with not very high martial arts skills, but his killing methods were very strong. This person gave him a wrong feeling.

To be honest, if the man just now was really a master of Zoroastrianism and was unprepared for Xiang Yang, then no matter how fast he reacted, he would be stabbed, rather than just a false alarm as he was now.

"Who are you? How dare you assassinate me?"

It was the end of Wu's hour, and the shops on both sides of the street were closed, with few pedestrians. Even if there were some, they were so scared that they turned away from here when they saw the knife, for fear of causing harm to the fish in the pond.

"The reaction is fast and the skills are very good, but do you think you can escape?"

The man ignored the injuries on his hands, snorted coldly, raised his little finger and whistled around his mouth, and four black shadows jumped out of the hidden corner or the roof of a shop.

The four of them were like ghosts, wearing night clothes, melted into the darkness, holding a dark sword in their hands, with similar auras and a harmonious one. They must be warriors who are proficient in formation and have been trained to have a tacit understanding.

"These four people prove that they are not Zoroastrians. So besides Zoroastrians, only Yan Rui and the Lin family are left. Are they one of them?"

Xiang Yang did not expect that these people were so bold and dared to blatantly surround and kill him in Qingjiang Prefecture City. Or was this just a person's own decision in anger?

The strength and aura of these four people gave Xiang Yang the feeling that they were not much different from Peng Xuan of the Divine Captain Sect. However, the four of them joined forces to help each other and live a life of life. If they were proficient in a combo method, it would be very different. Maybe Luo Qi was not an opponent either.

"It's a pity that when I met me, I happened to hold back my hands in the battle with Tu Lei. I didn't do my best. I haven't fully developed the mystery of the Blood Sword. I'll use you to try my best."

The Blood Sword Sutra is an evil sword technique for killing people. It can be practiced with human lives. It is strange, vicious and powerful. It is very flawed when it is changing. Now that the Divine Sword has never been obtained, it can be called Xiang Yang's highest martial arts rank.

When Yan Lingdao was bought, Xiang Yang was indifferent, his face was calm, and he had no expression. Only his eyes were faintly glowing red, and the breath of the blood knife was filled with floating in the meridians, faintly connected with the long sword in his hand.

"Kill him."

The man dressed as a beggar showed a strange look in his eyes. He took a few steps back and said to the four men in black. The four of them rushed towards Xiang Yang, and the long swords in his hand changed a lot, like rain in the sky, splashing down, murderous intent was like ice, frozen in people's hearts.

The four people's long swords intertwined and formed a sword formation, which framed Xiang Yang in it. Four sword tips like poisonous snakes spitting out the core of Xiang Yang's body, almost unavoidable.

"The sword technique is good, the sword formation is good, but compared with Tu Lei's broad sword strike, it is much shallower. How can I hurt me?"

Facing a crisis, if Xiang CCTV ignored it, he would savor it and shook his head. The sword technique of these four people is good. The sword formation is powerful because of tacit understanding, but it is pure and has great flaws.

In simple terms, they practiced swords and became dead swords. Not only did the four people not be called swordsmen, but they were not even considered swordsmen. They did not have the enthusiasm for the swords in their hearts, and the sword moves in their hands became rigid.

Therefore, outsiders think that their sword skills are extremely powerful and murderous intent is everywhere, but for Xiang Yang, it is far less pressure than Tu Lei's sword brought him, let alone that he has no shackles in his heart at this time, and he can't hold back his murderous intentions.

A long sword trembled and buzzed, and the bloody sword shadow flashed, as if blood clouds were floating, the air flow was turbulent, the strong wind dispersed, and the rain of flowers floating all over the sky seemed to be washed away.

Without the sound of swords and swords colliding, there was no sound of hoarseness in the beggar's eyes, and with the light emitted by the red lantern outside a shop door next to the street, he saw four headless corpses standing there.

When he reacted, his nose wings twitched, and there was a smell of blood under his feet. He looked down and saw four blood-soaked heads placed neatly at his feet, stacked in a ball, staring at him with big eyes open, and staring at him with resentment.

"This, this, how is this possible?"

The beggar man couldn't believe everything in front of him. He knew the martial arts of these four people best, but he was actually killed head-on under the urging of the sword formation, and his death was so strange that it was beyond his imagination.

"Nothing is impossible. Tell me your identity and the people behind you, maybe I will consider letting you go."

Xiang Yang's eyes were bright red, and the long sword in his hand pointed to the ground, slowly approaching the man, his tone was warm, but it was even more terrifying than the devil's murmur.

"This, Constable Xiang, the villain is the manager of the Lin family. This is just a misunderstanding. It was the order issued by Mrs. Juan to the villain. I just listened to people's orders and did not mean to offend your divine power."

The beggar man swallowed his saliva and almost spit out his origin and the people behind him. His moral integrity was faster than Xiang Yang thought.

"Madam Juan? Is it Lu Juan? Lu Hu's sister?"

"That's right, Mrs. Juan learned that you killed Lu Hu in Wenyang Town, so she ordered the villain to assassinate Constable Xiang. The youngest one was just a servant. The master had his life and dared not refuse to obey. There were a lot of detective Xiang, so let the villain go."

The man begged and looked extremely flustered. He actually knelt down directly at Xiang Yang and kowtowed a few times. However, at the moment of raising his head, he threw out three sharp iron pieces of hidden weapons from his cuffs.

"The key to hidden weapons is to be unexpected. Although your hidden weapons are average, you have already understood the essence, which is good."

Seeing the beggar man releases a hidden weapon and jumping towards one roof. He wants to leave, Xiang Yang waves his sleeves and rolls up three hidden weapons and shoots them back. He cuts off the man's knees and screams, falling from mid-air, rolling on the ground with pain.

Xiang Yang took back the Yanling Knife and happened to see a few little beggars curled up there and trembled. He smiled and took out another ingot of silver from his arms.

"Go to the God's Capture Gate, please come over there, this is yours, go quickly."

The little beggar walked around the streets and could not read big words, but he was still clear about the God-Slaying Gate. A very clever boy jumped up from the straw mat, looked at the silver in Xiang Yang's hand greedily, and ran in one direction.

Xiang Yang stayed there and waited quietly. The Lin family did not take action. Lu Juan took his own initiative. This time he was arrested and was in a pre-existing situation. I was afraid that Mrs. Juan would be in trouble.

Even the constables from the God-Slaying Sect dare to attack and kill them. If the God-Slaying Sect doesn't need to take action, the Lin family will naturally not spare this woman with long hair and short knowledge.
Chapter completed!