632 Only Saints Should Use Them (1/2)

The black-clothed yi together After arranging everything with the subordinates of the Overwatch Council, he had disappeared When Fan Xian charged into the Sword Hut, he was not there Fan Xian knehat the head of the Sixth Bureau would do once he saw Sigu Jian

Suddenly, the Shadow appeared in the manor of the Master of the City behind the body of the Master of the City

Sigu Jian had come to ardless of whether people were alive or dead, as long as his body existed, it would always cast a shadow beneath the sunlight The Shadow had hidden within these shadows

The world's greatest assassin had, without question, reached the utmost peak of his cultivation He was able to fool the senses of a Great Grandmaster, abruptly appear in front of the three of theu Jian's hed up blood His entire body trembled and shrunk in on itself His face was deathly pale Striking seven people in one move had ed out his life for another three years, feel a sliver of exhaustion However, what drained his energy the most were Fan Xian's hands behind the wheelchair, which were filled with Tyrannical zhenqi

From the moment he had entered the u Jian's Sigu Jian emanated his power forcefully and suppressed Fan Xian's intentions However, Fan Xian was a ninth-level ace Other than killing, Sigu Jian also had to put his focus on Fan Xian to control his state of , it was inevitable that he would beco Mountain three years ago Ye Liuyun had attacked like a dragon reaching through the clouds The Qing E Way of the Erievous injuries Having hung on until now, he was already at the end of his life

The Shadow had chosen this moment to strike He had chosen the best ht flashed as coldly as autumn waters and lit up the entire manor From one moment to the next, the stone steps seemed to shi+ne like jade

The tip of the Shadow's feet stepped lightly on the jade-like stone steps Each tihten a little A few rando his worriso the sense of desolation

Kill

The ancient sword in the Shadow's hand pierced toward the chest of Sigu Jian This attack was simple There was no trick, no buildup It didn't even treht blade of the sword did not ripple It slid forward smoothly

It was only a bent elbow, a flat wrist, and a stab It was the simplest strike in the world Because it was simple, it was concentrated and powerful The Shadow did not need to accuth for it He had waited more than 20 years He had already accumulated it

It was too fast When the leaves floated up, they discovered with astonishment that they had already fallen behind the black-clothed man It was so fast that after the ancient sword had split apart the air in the e shape Itsound

Because he was so fast, the surroundings did not have tie was the Shadow's position He stepped past the jade step In front of the light on his body was the most brilliant sword

The tip of the sas only a foot away frou Jian's chest It was a thunderous strike

Fan Xian only had tinized the sword in the Shadow's hand When he had atte Temple, the Shadow had held that sword in his hand

Fan Xian even felt fa Te the mountains and wilds of chrysanthemum flowers, the Shadow had once worn a robe of white and juht at the Emperor's face

That day, the Shadow had hite He had been like an iht, he had floated doith the plain ancient sword in his hand

Now, the Shadoore black He still had that plain ancient sword The light frohtly However, it carried a chill froeful spirit that had been trapped for tens of thousands of years was trying to release all of his hatred in one strike

Fan Xian was still holding onto the little Ehtly His body did not have time to move as his heart was filled with shock The strike, which surpassed the leaves approach, was so fast that even he didn't have time to react It seereatest assassin in the world and the closest protector of the night of two consecutive yi, he had long been immersed in the darkness and never walked beneath the sun Even when he was assassinating the Elorious attack was actually careful and cautious When the strike failed, he immediately pulled out

The Shadoas not like the Shadow of the past He seeative emotions This one strike was incoathered within this one strike He left no retreat, no way out for hi forward He had chosen to e and willpower He only wished to deliver this sword into Sigu Jian's chest At this moment, the Shadoas not an assassin He was a swords swordsman worthy of respect and admiration

The thunderous strike was softer than the wind It was even htning andthan thunder It was the ardless of whether it was Fan Xian, Haitang, or anyone else on the wheelchair, probably no one could escape this sudden attack

This was the first strike the Shadow had truly made these 20 years It was a strike he had practiced countless times with the river of time and the hatred of the netherworld

In the last h the air, it faintly reached another level Just like what Sigu Jian taught Fan Xian earlier, only when the intention was aligned, could such a thing happen

Nothing was faster than one's intentions No one's intentions were more determined, sinister, or open-hearted than the Shadow's

All of the htened The Tyrannical zhenqi in his body circulated quickly In the first hts reacted, he wanted to take the little Emperor and escape In front of such a strike, he didn't have tih he was at the end of his life, had been troubled by a heavy injury for three years, ies, he was still a Great Grande a Great Grandu Jian's expression was not like any other tiht The shattered right side of his face seehteousness

Even a Great Grandmaster would not underestimate such an attack, but the Great Grandmaster could not u Jianhis left arer four inches in front of chest and then closed therasp the thunderous attack

His face becahtened even more His expression becaers was still pushi+ng forward

The Shadoas like Sigu Jian's shadow, pressed tightly against the wheelchair With a wild cry, as if crazed andon to the path of escape 20 years ago, holding thefather and mother, he ruthlessly pushed forward

With a puff, the cold ancient sword rubbed against Sigu Jian's index finger andsh Sigu Jian's finger sword and pierced into Sigu Jian's chest

The tip of the sword only penetrated two inches into the Great Grandu Jian's eyes had already brightened to the extre on the Shadow's siers were like twothe Shadow's thunderous strike between the rocks so that it could not move another inch

There was a pause for a rabbed the waist of the little E froh the air and floated toward the trees beside the manor

If he had stayed behind the wheelchair, perhaps he would only be injured The little Emperor would certainly have her heart u Jian and the Shadow's double attack

Floating toward the trees, Fan Xian forcefully turned his pale face around in et that u Jian's face was deathly pale The Shadow's face was also deathly pale After that storain Now, they were pressed together tightly, their icy expressionsIt htly together, but there was a sword between theu Jian's chest, the tip of the sword carried a line of fresh blood, which stubbornly tried to burrow in It was as if this Great Grand He only looked at the Shadoith those bright, terrifying, and old eyes The two fingers on his left hand steadily and scarily grasped the sword

Willpower and intention were only the blink of an eye, an instant Inside the ed It was as if countless wind blades of unknown origin were slicing through the air,from all directions They followed a remarkable track that could not be seen by the naked eye and headed straight for the center, toward the Shadow's body

The Shadoas still wearing the robes specially made for the Overwatch Council The Third Bureau had spentthis before they succeeded Under the onslaught of all this sword qi, it could only resist for aa s, the material flipped out like the mouth of an infant Countless wounds appeared in an instant on the Shadow's body and began to seep blood

Sigu Jian's true counter-attack was not on the outside It was on the inside of the Shadow's body That power and cold blood-devouring sword intent followed his finger and glance It entered the Shadow's body without an to seep out of his body, pouring out from his mouth

On the Shadow's deathly pale face, blood poured endlessly out of his mouth It poured, not flowed It was as if it would never come to an end The Shadow did not feel a sliver of fear On the contrary, he laughed A bitter and strange laugh rose to his deathly pale and cohout the hter

”Ah!”

The Shadow gave a crazed roar like the cry of a mad beast in pain He delivered all of the zhenqi in his body into the sword on his chest He cared not at all about the pain his body was receiving He only cared about the distance between the tip of his sword and Sigu Jian's heart

A powerful qi ripple exploded between the two of the the leaves around the wheelchair into threads until they dissolved into nothing

In the end, a wheelchair was not like a person's legs Following the Shadow's full force explosion, the wheelchair quickly rolled backward, u Jian's fingers was also slowly pushi+ng into his body

Sigu Jian's face becahter The Shadow's face also grew paler More blood poured out froround