Chapter 2 (1/2)
Three times a month, 27 times in nine months.
Since he lived in seclusion in the White Pagoda of Houshan, Shen Zhenyi has faced 27 different groups of assassins, and each group of assassins is becoming stronger and stronger. Ten days ago, the person who made the move was already the first-class master of Jiuyou. This man has worked hard for at least 30 years with a pair of flesh palms. His power of splitting the palm can be extended to the outside by three Zhangs. He can also open steles and crack stones. He is not an unknown person.
The identity of the assassin is ready to emerge, but it is not worth Shen Zhenyi's time and mind to understand.
Because he is still sitting here, the killers are all turned into nameless corpses and fall into the sea from the cliff behind him.
There was still no reply.
Shen Zhenyi seemed to be saying to himself: ”from your sword sense, you have already got the third level of merciful killing, which means that Zen master Liuru didn't step into the seventh level of martial arts as early as you did. As long as you have restrained your mind and practiced hard for ten years, you can compete with the heroes of the world. ”
”If you turn around and leave now, I can treat you as if you didn't come.”
Shen Zhenyi pauses for a moment, and then sincerely advises: ”you are not yet 30 years old. You are really young. It would be a pity to die here. ”
There was a silent shudder in the dark, and the patient assassin could no longer keep calm.
Every word of Shen Zhenyi is right.
His martial arts, his age, and even his identity are in front of this seemingly useless young master Shen.
The assassin had goose bumps all over his body. He felt as if he had been exposed in broad daylight and could not keep any secrets.
Beast like intuition told him that he should listen to Shen Zhenyi's advice, immediately turn around and flee, far away from the terrible existence in front of him, and never set foot in the abandoned sword villa. However, rationality told him that it was the past to be strong again. A man with broken meridians and unable to use true Qi can not use his sword skill.
This is a good opportunity to never come again!
The assassin's ambition burns wildly, and the burning pain from his soul makes him unable to wait. He roared out of his hiding place and stabbed Shen Zhenyi's chest with all his strength.
It was the sharpest sword of his life.
Even the mountain peak will be split by the sword of no return!
Shen Zhenyi didn't avoid it and didn't mean to do it at all. On the contrary, it was like the elder instructing the younger generation with patience: ”your sword has some verve of transforming emptiness into reality and specious, but the intention of killing is still too heavy. It should be noted that merciful killing of life sword technique takes ”unintentional killing” as the main point. Even if you want to kill people, you should always be ”unintentional.”
The assassin couldn't hear anything. He only saw that the tip of the sword was about to reach the third young master Shen's body three feet. As long as this sword can be successful, he can replace the third master Shen and become a living legend.
At this moment, he was blind because of his ambition, and his mind was only thinking about the glory he should enjoy after he finished his work.
However, the next second, the assassin's face showed a strange look.
He watched with disbelief that the sword in his hand began to decompose, as fragile as the fallen leaves just broken.
It's a jaw dropping spectacle.
It's as sharp as a sword. The cut was smooth as a mirror, and the blade shivered in half, like an ugly serpent twisting and swinging.
From the tip to the ridge, to the handle, to the palm, wrist, arm, and even to the body.
Hiss!
In the wind, the assassin's body cracked from the center of his eyebrows. Surprisingly, he didn't even spill a drop of blood. Two pieces of remnant body castration, from Shen Zhenyi's body on both sides respectively, moths fall into the cliff of death.
After a long time, there were two consecutive plops.