crescent moon,

Like a hanging tip.

The stars are dark.

The moonlight is bleak.

But during this month, there are still people who are willing to sit down and have a drink with each other and refuse to fall asleep.

This is an old man. He is wearing a not very luxurious blue robe. He is sitting at the entrance of the hall, looking at the moon, raising his glass and drinking alone.

There is no light in the courtyard, only moonlight, no one but him

Under the moonlight, one can clearly see that this hall is astonishingly large and luxurious.

He seemed to be the only one in the huge courtyard, and it was silent except for the sound of him drinking.

The old man is naturally an older person, and he is already very old, but his status is also high, and it is not ordinary high, it is astonishingly high. He has power over the government and the public, ranking lower than the three princes.

More than ten thousand people.

This person is, of course, Cai Jing.

Although he is old, he has an elegant attitude. He drinks a cup with a bit of the elegance of a scholar, and a bit of the uninhibitedness of a madman. His big sleeves are fluttering, and he comes and goes with ease. He is also extremely well-maintained.

, his face is as beautiful as a crown jewel. If he didn't know his identity, no one would be able to tell his age.

When the moonlight falls, I don’t know whether it’s the moon that reflects in my eyes or the moon that reflects in my eyes. Prime Minister Cai, who has sole control of the court and makes countless heroes in the world want to eat his flesh and drink his marrow, now has a cunning and cunning light in his eyes.

, and I don’t know what cruel and dirty tricks he thought of to deal with the person he wanted to deal with.

He has been drinking alone for many years.

Just like a top master in the world, his power has reached its peak when he reaches this stage. There are only a few people in the world who dare to dine and drink with him, and even fewer who are qualified to drink with him. What's more, he has done all kinds of bad things.

, he never committed adultery, and few people drank with him, and he did not dare to drink with others.

For him, everyone in the world is eager to get rid of him quickly, and it is difficult to vent their hatred and anger even if he is cut into pieces with a thousand cuts.

However, he is still alive and well.

It's like talking can only be talking, it can't solve the facts, kill people, or change the facts. Therefore, he never likes to speak loudly; then hatred can only be hatred, and what can he do if he hates him again? Those who dare to come and kill

I don't know how many of his people have died. They can only hate and gnash their teeth in hatred in their hearts, but they can't do anything. In the end, he is still the powerful Prime Minister Cai.

Let them hate, they can only think but not do. This is the sign of a weak person. With his current status, how can he care about what a few weak people think.

Even if they do it, so what?

He must die too.

"hehe!"

He drank wine, looked at the moon, and smiled.

"I'm curious, what are you laughing at?"

But just after he finished laughing, in the quiet courtyard, a hoarse voice, with a golden and iron texture that made people's blood boil, sounded unexpectedly, like extremely sharp ice picks, driving into him

's ears.

Cai Jing stopped holding the cup and stared at the flower garden. There, there was a figure that seemed to have melted into the shadows and darkness, opening a pair of cold eyes that were chilling and full of chills.

She was looking at him lightly, even with a playful and playful smile, like an eagle looking at a rabbit or a wolf looking at a sheep, full of murderous intent.

That kind of condescending look really made Cai Jing so uncomfortable.

After all, it was always him who looked at others like this in the past, but today, he himself would not like it after all.

"Your Excellency is here late at night. What's the point of your visit?"

Cai Jing asked with a smile.

But his current smile is like a cold smile. After all, the capital city is like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, and his Cai Mansion is undoubtedly one of the most dangerous places.

This person dared to come here alone. I don't know whether it's because he's a highly skilled person or because he doesn't know how to live or die.

"That's easy to say, I'll kill you!"

He asked simply, and the man answered simply.

Under the moonlight, most of the man's body has been revealed, with his hair hanging on his shoulders, and a weird and weird face that makes people shudder when looking at it. This is not the face of someone. It is dark and scary, but more like

It was a Yaksha Rakshasa, a man-eating evil spirit. Cai Jing's eyes couldn't help but change when he first saw it, but he soon discovered that it was just a bronze mask.

Moreover, the way this person walks is even weirder.

The legs under the clothes didn't seem to move, the body didn't sway, the shoulders didn't shrug, and even the waist didn't move. It was more like floating than walking. The body was standing upright, but the feet were standing on tiptoes.

The toes slid against the flowers and grass, and looked as light and airy as a paper man, almost like a seducing ghost. He slid and floated, and he was already three or four feet away, without any smoke or smoke, which was creepy.

At a glance, this ghostly figure had fallen from the flower garden onto the stone path outside the hall door.

"Good Qinggong and good body skills."

Cai Jing's eyes suddenly widened and he praised silently.

And this man moved.

In the originally quiet night, dozens of figures appeared one after another from hidden corners.

Cai Jingzai took a careful look at this uninvited guest, but saw that this man was covered in a dark ink robe, standing with his arms folded over his chest, with a pair of four-foot-long sharp weapons slung around his waist.

After looking at it for a long time, I thought about it again and again, but I had never heard of or seen such a person in the world.

"It seems that tonight, not only can I watch the moon and drink, but I can also witness a battle between trapped animals. It will relieve my boredom. Bring me a pot of wine!"

He didn't take it seriously, and didn't even move. He was still sitting, as if he was holding a pearl of wisdom and a winning scroll in his hand.

"Pop!"

Cai Jing touched his palms and said with a smile: "In that case, do you all here want to fight with him, or do you want to work together to capture him in one fell swoop?"

The implication is that this person is regarded as a piece of fish on the chopping board and is ready to be slaughtered.

Of course the person coming was Su Qing. He lowered his voice, and his hoarse and low voice came out from under his mask with a disdainful sneer. "Since Prime Minister Cai is so elegant, I will reluctantly kill you all. There is a long way to go."

, it’s also good to be a companion!”

As soon as he spoke, his eyes suddenly turned sideways.

There, there was a somewhat graceful figure. This person was on the roof. He was resting his arms and crossing his legs, as if he was sleeping. But now, he was rising out of the sky and leaping into the air.

Shadows move.

It's as soft as the breeze and as beautiful as the bright moon.

The movements are clever and light, but the changes in movement have brought out a fierce, sharp energy and edge.

This person's movements are also very graceful.

Beautiful ones can take a person's life and take off a person's head.

Luo sleeps.

Su Qing had already roughly recognized the person's origin after feeling the compelling edge emanating from him, because the opponent had no sword in his hand. A person without a sword could emit sword-like energy that spread all over the world.

Next, apart from Guan Qi, I'm afraid only Luo was left sleeping.

The first of the seven divine swords, Luo sleeps.

There are many people in the world who are famous for their swords, but he is undoubtedly the only one who takes "Sword" as his nickname.

The sword is him.

He is the sword.

Today, this sword has long been unique in the world and has a great reputation, let alone the seventh in the world.

There was no sword in Luo Mianmeng's hand. What he used was his hand. As soon as his hand came out, his hand became a sword. It was like a divine sword. It pierced through the air and stabbed Su Qing's neck. It was like an evil spirit and brought out a terrifying piercing air.

It roars loudly and stings the eardrums.

He attacks aggressively.

Extremely fast, extremely vicious.

The distance between the two quickly shortened, and so quickly, he seemed to be able to see his own figure in those clear eyes like ice crystal.

Moreover, this person hasn't moved or dodge yet. It seems that he has been frightened, stunned, or has no time to react.

He thought this in his mind, but these distracting thoughts were quickly abandoned by him, because he could only have swords in his mind, and only swords.

only.

Just when he was almost less than two feet in front of the opponent.

His face suddenly turned blue and green, and he really saw himself, more clearly than ever before, because suddenly there was a green rainbow in front of him, which was a sword, an unprecedented sword.

, his terrifying and moving face was reflected on the sword.
Chapter completed!