above the galaxy

Chapter 169 "Broken Sword Style"!
Crab Island.

Crab Island is not famous for its crab production, but because it looks like a big crab from a high altitude.

Crab Island has not undergone large-scale tourism development, but some early interstellar immigrants chose this beautiful place to settle and live.

It has been reproduced from generation to generation, and branches and leaves have spread, but a lot of people have survived.

Bamboo hut, fenced yard.

Misty and rainy, the scenery is fresh.

The sky is raining, the rain is not heavy, and there are strands of it, like fluffy needles.

Ling Yunxiao likes rain, because this kind of weather will make people lazy, the body is lazy, and even the mind is unwilling to think about unnecessary things.

He was a simple man, and most people who are committed to the way of the sword are simple.

Since the last battle with Tang bandits, Ling Yunxiao has been hiding here.

One is to heal the wounded, and the other is to take refuge.

He didn't expect Bandits Tang to hurt him, and based on the two of them's cultivation levels, it should have been a surefire mission.

In the jargon of the industry, it is: picking up money.

However, he was injured.

Although he also cut Tang Bandit to bloody flesh, the aftermath of Tang Bandit's sword qi still severely damaged his body, displacing his internal organs, and healed Zhou Tiandu for a few days with yin and yang energy. Not straightened out yet.

The second is to take refuge. He knows that if the mission fails, someone will definitely come to the door.Some people want to kill people, and some people want to find out the real culprit from his mouth.

The world has a misunderstanding about the killer industry. They all say that it is a no-cost business.

No, they also need to pay for it.

That is their own fate.

Life for money, life for life.

Ling Yunxiao sat under the eaves of the porch and drank tea. The tea was bitter chrysanthemum grown in Xie Island, which grows wildly and can be found all over the mountains and plains in autumn.The price is cheap, but it is a good medicine to cool down the fire.

There is no cumbersome processing procedure. After picking, wash and dry, then grab a handful and throw it into a cup. The taste is slightly bitter and the aftertaste is sweet.

The golden chrysanthemum slowly unfurls, floating and rolling up and down in the transparent glass, which is really beautiful.

The temperature of the tea is still good, and when I was about to take a sip, I suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

Ling Yunxiao reached out to serve the tea and touched the sword on the table.

A man appears in his yard.

No, it should be said to be a boy in white.

Seventeen or eighteen years old, fresh and handsome, with sword eyebrows and star eyes.The facial features are very delicate and delicate, and it looks like a beautiful girl at a glance.

His hair was long and casually tied into a ponytail with a red ribbon, which made him look carefree and unrestrained.

His eyes were cold, like the ice and snow in the Kunlun Mountains that would not melt for thousands of years.

The whole person is like an unsheathed sword, showing its sharpness and murderous aura.

Ling Yunxiao boasted that he was good-looking, but compared with the young man in front of him, he couldn't help but feel ashamed, as if he was a cloud and mud.

He has seen many beautiful men, but this is the best-looking young man he has ever seen in his life.

Ling Yunxiao suddenly remembered the Bandit Tang who was assassinated a few days ago. He was also a very good-looking boy, but compared with the one in front of him, he had two completely different styles.
There is a kind of wildness in Tang bandits, vicious, treacherous, wild and unruly, which is deeply memorable.

But this one is feminine, handsome, and as cold as ice.

Are today's young people so good?

At such a young age, you come out to do this kind of murder and robbery business?

Ling Yunxiao looked at the young man in front of him, and asked aloud, "Who are you? Who sent you here?"

The boy didn't answer.

After a pause, Ling Yunxiao said again: "You are not a person from the hive. I am familiar with the style of the people from the hive. They seem to be tainted with a sense of nobility, and the smell makes people uncomfortable."

The boy in white still didn't answer.

He just stared at Ling Yunxiao coldly, with a very wordy bored expression.

Ling Yunxiao smiled wryly, and said, "You look more like a killer than me. I always think that a killer should look like a killer, and that's what you look like."

Before he killed, he still wanted to tell others who he was.

Under his sword, the nameless ghost was not cut.

He also hoped that the person who was killed would know in his heart, by whose sword he died
It's fun to chat with dying people.

Because at that time, the prey's emotions will be infinitely magnified, grief, hatred, or crying for mercy
He sometimes even enjoys this type of communication.

Obviously, the boy in front of him didn't have such thoughts and needs.

He's only here to kill.

This kid was born to be a killer.

"It seems that we only have one way to communicate." Ling Yunxiao said aloud.

Unfortunately, he didn't know who sent him, who was trying to take his life.

Ling Yunxiao's body sitting on the chair suddenly soared into the air. He was in midair, and the long sword in his hand had been unsheathed.

With a sword cut out, the cold air hits people.

The raindrops flying all over the sky were suddenly solidified into needles, and thousands of silvery white long needles pierced towards the white-clothed boy in the middle of the yard.

This is also one of the reasons why Ling Yunxiao likes rain.

His swordsmanship is extremely cold, and the rain and snow weather has a natural blessing effect.

He was able to extract the cold air from nature and use it for himself.Under the traction of sword energy, it turns into an ice knife and snow arrow to attack the opponent.

Although the boy in front of him was very young, he felt danger from him.

Therefore, he also gave full play and gave him enough respect.

As a killer, he knows better than anyone else that every strike may be the last.

Before the opponent has really died, he can't relax in the slightest.

The boy looked at the densely packed silver needles flying towards him with a blank face, and then pulled out the long sword in his hand.

A sword cut out.

chap!
There is no natural vision, no sword qi.

Simple, brutal, straight to the point.

If you didn't see him draw his sword, it would be hard for you to find that he moved.

However, something strange happened.

When the silver needle array was about to hurt the boy's body, it suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if swallowed and melted by a huge force.

The sword that Ling Yunxiao slashed out also disappeared, as if it had never appeared at all.

The boy slashed out with a sword, and put the sword back into its sheath.

It seems that this battle is over, and other things have nothing to do with me.

Ling Yunxiao's body was still suspended in mid-air, his pupils swelled, and he stared at the handsome boy in front of him in disbelief.

a long time.

a long time.

"puff……"

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell from the ground in a state of embarrassment.

""Broken Sword Style"?" Ling Yunxiao stared at the boy in white, and shouted excitedly: "You used "Broken Sword Style"?"

"Yes." The boy in white nodded and said aloud, "This is the "Broken Sword Style"."

"Who the hell are you? What do you want to do?" Ling Yunxiao stared at the white-clothed boy like a wounded lone wolf, and roared, "You could have killed me with the sword just now, but you didn't Do"

"You are not a killer, you are not here to kill me, what do you want to do?"

"Someone wants to see you." The boy in white said calmly.
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"My lord, Ling Yunxiao is hiding on the mountain." A big man with muscles all over his body pointed to the top of the mountain and said aloud.

Chen Fenglei looked at the surrounding environment and terrain, and sneered: "As expected, he is a well-known killer on the star list. His assassination skills are not good, but Tibetans are not small."

"My lord, our people have already surrounded this island. There is no way to go to heaven, no way to go to earth, and no way to sea. Even a rabbit can't escape." The big man said with a confident look on his face. : "Please give instructions, sir."

"You stay on the perimeter." Chen Fenglei looked at the middle-aged man standing beside him, and said aloud, "David, lead all the drones up the mountain with me. I want to personally meet these idiots with three knives and three swords." Extreme Cold Sword."

"I want to see if his sword is cold, or my knife is colder."

The organization controlled by Chen Fenglei is called a hive, and the worker bees are responsible for intelligence collection and clearing the surrounding areas.

Drones are responsible for mission execution and spy assassinations.

These drones are all carefully selected masters, and each of them can be counted as hundreds, and they are extremely powerful figures.Among them, there are many practitioners with extremely high cultivation levels.

He learned literary and martial arts and sold them to the emperor's family.

The ultimate goal of many practitioners is to serve the royal family and create a future for themselves and their descendants.

"Yes, my lord." David responded aloud.

Chen Fenglei gave an order, and the group quickly rushed towards the small courtyard on the top of the mountain.

Soon, the small courtyard was surrounded by these drones.

David rushed in with a group of people. After searching for a while, he came back and reported, "My lord, there is no one in the house."

Chen Fenglei walked under the eaves of the corridor, sat down on the old bamboo chair, reached out and touched the glass of chrysanthemum tea on the small bamboo table, and said aloud: "The tea soup is still warm, which proves that he was still there just now." here."

He went to the middle of the courtyard and found a crack on the bluestone floor, stretched out his fingers to touch it lightly, and said, "The sword energy has dissipated, but the sword intent is still there."

Chen Fenglei raised his head, his face was gloomy like water, and he said in a cold voice, "Someone took him away first."

"What?" David's face changed drastically, and he said aloud, "Our people have been guarding outside, and we haven't seen anyone going up the mountain."

"How can someone who can quietly take Ling Yunxiao away be discovered by them?" Chen Fenglei sneered again and again, and said aloud: "Interesting, really interesting, as soon as our people discovered Ling Yunxiao's whereabouts, someone Take him away first."

Chen Fenglei looked at David and asked, "Tell me, what's going on?"

thump!
David knelt down on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "My lord, I am loyal to you, and you treat me with great kindness. I have absolutely no reason to betray you."

Chen Fenglei stared at the top of Daiwei's head for a while, as if trying to discern the authenticity of every word he said.

After a long time, he said gloomyly: "It's not you, it's someone else. Check it out, check it out for me. Find that mouse for me. If the internal troubles are not eliminated, how can we relieve the worries of the king?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Also, search within a radius of five hundred miles. I don't care who that person is, but he has a half-dead person with him. There will always be some clues left behind."

"Yes, my lord, I will arrange it right away." David got up from the ground and ran out quickly to issue orders.

Chen Fenglei looked at the sword mark on the ground that went deep into the cracks in the stone, and fell into deep thought.

What kind of dazzling sword is this?

(End of this chapter)