Zhao Ge: 77. Under the mask

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Liu Wuyan knelt on the ground, coughing up blood.

The rain fell from the sky, washing away the blood that was constantly flowing out of her body, and the cold air permeated from the wound to the bone marrow, as if it was still spreading to the soul.

She stubbornly held the broken sword, her hands were as pale as a dead person, her true energy was almost withered, and her veins were almost torn apart. While coughing blood, Liu Wuyan continued to urge Yunshangge’s exercises like nothing else.

She knelt on the ground a few steps in front of Gu Lin, and she could escape in just a little bit more!

However, she had already smelled the blood of those people. They approached slowly, and even the heavy rain could not conceal the smell of blood on them. Liu Wuyan raised his head, looked around, saw the shrinking arc-shaped encirclement, and saw the ghostly black armored guard.

They wore iron armor masks, with no human emotions in their eyes, and the scimitars in their hands were cold and cold.

These guys… these wolf-like inhuman killers… do they think they are hunting? Did they treat her as prey?

Liu Wuyan laughed hysterically.

She is dying! The last person in the Ge Liu family on the cloud will die too! From now on, on the land of the Twelve Dynasty, who will sing on the clouds! What kind of old-fashioned brother is the best disciple of the Liu family! Did he not know that a **** like her couldn’t escape the chase? ! Don’t you know that it is the glory of the Liu family that should survive, not the scum? !

The dark guards in black armor approached. On their blades, the blood on their bodies was also washed away by the blood, but this kind of inhumane fellow, their **** smell is seen from the bones.

The scimitar that claimed the lives of many people in the Liu family was so bright in the dark rainy night, so bright…

It was as bright as the early winter fine moon that my brother had seen with her.

Standing swayingly, Liu Wuyan drew out his sword, and the long sword swept away with despair and anger that burned even his life.

“On the Cloud——Long Song——”

Liu Wuyan walked with the sword, facing the staggered blades.

She has a hoarse voice.

My brother is so smart, how could he not think that his survival is the Liu family’s hope? But such a clever man was silly in the end. He protected her behind him like a long time ago, and turned to face the rain of swords in the sky.

——Like when they walked across the long street, he tilted the umbrella sideways.

No matter how heavy it rains, she will always be clean.

The long sword was hit and flew, and it was spun on the ground, still shaking. Liu Wuyan fell heavily on the muddy ground, feeling embarrassed. The circular encirclement was completely formed, and she had no way to escape.

Liu Wuyan didn’t look at the ghostly black armored guards, she stared blankly at the rain pouring down from the sky. The rain fell on the face, the cold from the soul.

The dark guards wearing black armor and iron masks are swords in the hands of the Jintang imperial family, and swords have no emotions and no mercy. The knives in their hands were endless light and shadow falling from mid-air towards the last person of the Ge Liu family on the cloud.

Liu Wuyan didn’t dodge, she moved her hand and barely opened her palm to catch the freezing rain.

No one will come to hold an umbrella for her now.

She finally burst into tears.

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The continuous web of blade light failed to fall down.

The net broke.

The approaching ghostly black armored guard suddenly retreated and dispersed a little, and suddenly another gap appeared in the shrinking circle.

The mutilated long sword that Liu Wuyan dropped was inserted straight beside her. Just now this sword flew from behind, flew down in mid-air, and passed through the continuous knife net.

Then the continuous web of blades shattered.

The long sword is sticking around, and the sword is as white as moonlight.

Liu Wuyan heard the gentle footsteps in the heavy rain. She raised her head laboriously and saw the black armored guards with their blades facing the other direction. These wolf-like assassins showed an alert posture.

The sword flew through the back of a black armored guard, so a gap appeared in the circular enclosure, and the direction of the gap was the small temple.

A person stepped on the rain dripping on the ground and walked out of the overlapping rain curtains.

Pouring rain washed down from the sky and fell on the person. The man was wearing a white robe, with a faint gleam in the white robe, and the rain fell on him as if separated by an invisible thing, sliding down to the other side.

It’s the silent “little dumb”.

He walked over from the shrine, like a sword to split the heavy rain curtain.

Those fierce and silent black armored guards like hungry wolves gradually approached, and suddenly trembled, and the scimitar in his hand buzzed and whispered unclearly. In the eyes of the black armor guards, what came oncoming was an indescribable existence.

The Jintang dynasty used hatred to cultivate this group of hidden killers, turning them into beast-like ferocious and cunning. They were not afraid of death.

But at this moment, they really felt the endless fear from their instincts.

“Little mute…you didn’t run…”

Liu Wuyan wiped the tears that mixed his face with the rain, and spoke with the flying and relaxed tone of Miss Liu’s family, and said nonchalantly.

The young man walked over in the rain, and he drew the long sword that was inserted next to Liu Wuyan.

Darkness, boundless darkness, like the mountains of the Cangpu dynasty. The shrines and temples hidden in the deep valley are surrounded by dense woods. They are like silent giants in the dark night. Silent.

The young man shook his wrist, shaking away the blood and rain from the sword.

The rain fell and scattered around the young man, his slightly drooping eyes and a cold sword light reflected between his brows. He is indeed very good-looking, so he can see that even holding the sword has a unique sense of beauty.

A kind of beauty mixed with coldness and indifference.

“You can’t kill her.”

The dark guards of the Jintang Dynasty slowly dispersed, forming a semi-arc circle, besieging the young man carrying the sword in it. The boy was very thin and dressed in a white robe. In the pouring rain, he did not seem to have much power.

But he said softly, beyond doubt.

This is not a discussion, but a notice.

This is like a supreme command. It came out of the boy’s mouth, like a doomed fact, even if the sky is broken, the sea and the rocks are broken, it cannot be changed.

The scimitar screamed indefinitely, shivering because of the fear that he felt intuitively. The dark guards in black armor heard the boy’s words clearly in the sound of increasing rain.

The dark armored guard snorted like a ghost, as if it had received some invisible heavy blow.

But they squeezed the scimitars, leaned down slightly, and assumed the posture of the wolf before the attack.

The young man lowered his eyes, his equally pale and bloodless fingertips slowly brushed across the mutilated sword body of the long sword, and there was a faint cold light between his eyebrows and eyes, and there was nothing in his eyes, and the ice was generally not to be peeped.

The dark armored guards of the Jintang Dynasty either pranced, or dived close to the ground, from the sky and the ground from all directions to the white-clothed youth standing next to Liu Wuyan swung a knife. Their figures almost turned into distorted shadows quickly, and the iron mask showed a peculiar murderous intent under the instant light of the knife.

That was the killing intent to regard death as home.

The young man sighed softly and swung the long sword in his hand silently.

The long sword turned into a snow-like sword light, with a general arc shape. It looked so clear and cold and thin, but it had an indescribable sharpness.

The overlapping rain curtains were cut open, and the continuous light of the knife was cut open.

Liu Wuyan’s eyes widened, and everything reflected in his pupils seemed to be a strange dream.

The white sword light cuts the space substantially, the blood of the ghostly black armored warriors splashes in the thick night, the face of the young man in white is illuminated by the cool sword light, and there is no wave in his pupils. , His robe sleeves flew up, like a crane in the dark night.

Liu Wuyan never thought that a person’s sword could be so cold.

No feelings, like ice.

But it is so beautiful, like the light spilt on the northern plateau, like snow falling from the sky in the deep dark night.

Those silent, sword-like guards in black armor fell to the ground one by one, splashing blood mixed in the cold rain. They were the secret killers of the Jintang imperial family, and they remained silent until they died. .

The world suddenly became quiet.

The rain fell endlessly. The young man in white was standing with a long sword. Jin Tang’s dark guard fell into the rain, and Liu Wuyan could smell the **** smell of death on them.

The iron mask on the face of a dark armored guard fell off and rolled to Liu Wuyan’s hand. She stretched out her hand to grab the mask, staggered up, and looked in the direction the mask was rolling. , She saw the owner of the mask.

Under the hideous mask is a very young face.

It was an ordinary young man, and when his eyes were closed, he was no different from an ordinary young man. These people who were loyal to the Jintang imperial family hid themselves in the dark until they died, and no one knew where they came from and what their names were.

Liu Wuyan grabbed the mask and knelt on the ground.

The young man in white looked at the dark armored guards who had been nameless all his life, with a faint, almost sad look on his face.