When he sensed the murderous intent, Su Ji's first reaction was that his identity was exposed.

But soon felt that it was not, because Qingwei Cult will not raise such a dead soldier. If his identity is exposed, Qingwei Cult can send people to capture him with integrity and even second the power of the court.

Even if Su Ji entered the realm of Tonggu, he would not have the power to fight back in front of a giant like Qingwei Sect.

People in the martial arts world always think that force can solve everything, but in fact it is not right. Only force that exceeds everything can solve everything. Even the three immortals at the end of the Han Dynasty may not reach that level.

Instead of waiting for death, Su Ji chose to take the initiative.

He picked up the broom from the room, flipped it out of the window, and swept the broom into the heavy rain.

Suddenly, a figure that looked like water appeared in heavy rain.

This is the killer.

I don’t know what martial arts he practiced can actually combine himself with heavy rain.

The water shadow flashed away, and then suddenly appeared again.

Suddenly, the water shadow seemed to be everywhere, and there were figures made of water everywhere in the heavy rain.

This seems to be a change of one person, and it seems to be many people.

The murderous intent is virtual and real, and there is no way to distinguish it.

Su Ji frowned.

The other party's martial arts are very evil.

He raised his broom and smashed a shadow of water that had come from the sky. The water splashed everywhere and melted into the vast rain.

The rain became more and more intense, and Su Ji's vision became more and more blurred.

The sound of rain filled Su Ji's ears.

The actions of the Shuiying were actually combined with the sound of rain, making it difficult to distinguish. One by one, the Shuiying rushed towards Su Ji without fear of death.

He attacked with broom and broom, and no water shadow was his enemy.

Su Ji did not even use Qingwei's martial arts skills.

But he was not happy at all because all the water shadows were false.

Time and again, as if he was venting his strength on the slough, Su Ji felt a little anxious.

When his anxiety appeared, a violent explosion of energy suddenly sounded, the broom head became bare, and the aura in Su Ji's body was shaken.

This time the other party turned the virtual into the real, and grasped the ups and downs of Su Ji's heart.

"It's a terrible assassin." Su Ji made a comment in his heart.

This assassin is good at finding the right time, has a very meticulous mind, and is more experienced than imagined.

Who was it? Send such an assassin to deal with him. The first thing Su Ji thought of was the mysterious force. Could it be that it was because of saving that beautiful woman that day, but why did it take so long to kill him?

In fact, during this period, Su Ji obtained a lot of information in the capital, so he judged that the beautiful woman should be Princess Nankang. It was not difficult to find out with the other party's power, so he would arrange for himself to be the master of Chaoyang Guanguan.

It seemed a little stingy to save Princess Nankang and only repay this, but if he didn't take action at that time, someone else would take action. Moreover, Princess Nankang might not trust Su Ji, and maybe he would treat him as someone with other intentions.

Therefore, Su Ji simply pretended not to know anything and stayed in Chaoyang Temple with peace of mind.

He knew that someone would pay attention to him, so he lived a comfortable life.

But even so, there are still troubles.

The countless water shadows around Su Ji turned into water arrows in an instant, and shot towards him.

Su Ji's robe became swelling, and then all kinds of bumps appeared, blocking the water arrows.

A clear whistle sounded between heaven and earth, and suddenly, the murderous intent disappeared.

The assassin actually left.

Su Ji was particularly puzzled.

But he realized that he had no murderous intention anymore, Su Ji went back to the room.

It's not very comfortable to get wet in the rain.

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"Why did you suddenly ask me to stop?" A few streets across Chaoyangguan, a man with a small braid and a frivolous temperament said to the man riding a tall horse in front of him, but wearing a hat, covering his face.

"You can't kill him, and Wei Lingyun is about to arrive, so he can only stop his actions." The man said, his voice was quite bold.

Xiaobianzi didn't refute and said, "This is your fault. I underestimated that kid's strength. You have to double the money because you have taken more risks."

The man threw a small bag from his arms, and it was filled with pearls.

The little braid carries the bag with his sword, and his eyes shine.

He said with satisfaction: "You are generous enough."

The man said: "There is too much money to let you leave the capital and stay in the south for a while, and don't come out and wander around."

Xiaopizi smiled and said, "I understand."

He put his sword on his shoulder and walked towards the end of the street.

The man looked at the big empty door on the back of the little braid and held the hilt of the sword, as if he wanted to draw the sword.

Suddenly, Xiaopi turned around and said, "Although your voice is very thick, I always feel a little sarcastic when I hear it."

The man said in a deep voice: "You talk less and you will live longer."

This time he lowered his voice, but he couldn't help but feel a little thin.

Little braid laughed, her body turned into rain, and I don’t know where she went.

The man turned his horse's head and left.

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Zhao Zixing's consciousness became increasingly blurred. He could not have expected that a person as arrogant as Feng Xing would even poison the sword.

This is not an ordinary poison, it has the effect of corroding true qi and confusing spirit, and it should be the work of the little poison immortal.

After getting rid of Fengxing, he crossed a total of seven levels before he completely broke through the siege.

With mist and rain around him, his vision became blurry and his energy began to dissipate.

He needs rest and needs to use his energy to heal his wounds.

But if he rests, he will probably catch up with him immediately.

He has to go to a safe place.

To the east is Ciyuan Temple. Although Qingwei Sect and Dachan Temple dislike each other, monks are compassionate and can never save them.

Moreover, if Guanghua saved him, Qingwei Sect would have owed the favor of Dachan Temple. This deal is very cost-effective, and Guanghua would not be unaware of it.

But this way, he would be embarrassed by Qingwei Sect.

It's better to be embarrassed than to die.

Zhao Zixing had no other way, and did not care about the strange poison in his body, but still forced himself to use his skills. He stepped on the water on the street, heading towards Ciyuan Temple like a glimpse of light.

When he was still some distance from Ciyuan Temple, Zhao Zixing suddenly showed a look of joy.

In front of a Taoist temple, someone stood on a horse.

It's Wei Lingyun.

Zhao Zixing said, "It's really time for you to come, otherwise I'll ask for the old bald donkey to survive."

After he finished speaking, he realized that his voice could hardly penetrate the sound of rain.

Wei Lingyun said: "You'd better stop talking. Let's go to Chaoyang Temple to take a break."

She threw out a rope to tie Zhao Zixing, jumped up, and pulled Zhao Zixing into the courtyard.

"Master of the Temple, we will hide from you for rain." Wei Lingyun said, using Tianshan Palm Technique to open the door of the hall and take Zhao Zi in.

She leaned Zhao Zixing against the pillars of the hall and dried her clothes with her palm force.

Zhao Zixing took the injury medicine and began to use his energy to heal his injuries.

At this time, Su Ji came from the quiet room next door.

He was also surprised when he saw Wei Lingyun and Zhao Zixing. After thinking about it, he decided to come over.
Chapter completed!