The Death of Xuan Jian

"Such killing intent! This must be a top assassin of our time!"

Although he hadn't seen the person, Wang Shu guessed the identity of the newcomer with his extraordinary insight.

A Net Assassin, and a Heaven-Rank one at that?

He just didn't understand, five years ago, he had contact with Zhao Gao, the master of Net.

And subdued the master of Net with absolute strength!

Now this Net Assassin is attacking again, obviously with ill intentions. What is this, a complete falling out?

"Be careful," Wang Shu reminded Yan Fei and Flame Spirit Ji.

"Hmph, what's there to fear? It's just right that they came, let these shadows who can't see the light know This King's power," Yan Fei said with a proud look on her face.

"Assassins are different from ordinary Martial World People, they seek an opportunity for a sure kill. Don't relax your vigilance, caution is paramount," Wang Shu said.

Although Yan Fei's martial arts were already not weak compared to the older generation of experts, she still lacked in combat experience.

Especially since the opponent was a powerful assassin, it was even more difficult to defend against, and it was very likely that they would suffer a loss.

"Rustle!"

A faint sound of footsteps came, the person didn't hide their tracks, and was approaching step by step.

The night was even darker, a scene of solemn killing. A black baleful aura condensed from killing intent flowed in the air, icy and bitterly cold.

At the entrance of the broken temple, a slender and straight figure holding twin swords quietly appeared.

This person was wearing a close-fitting gray-blue cloth robe, with a cold but vicissitudinous expression, and a gray cloth strip wrapped around their forehead.

Several strands of messy black hair on the top of their head were casually tied with red cloth strips. If one observed carefully, they would find that the color of these red cloth strips was actually dyed with blood.

The color was bloody bright and cold, making people shudder!

The twin swords in this person's hands, one spewed out black killing intent, and the other overflowed with white light.

Just standing there, surrounded by black and white aura, they appeared extraordinary.

"Eight Swords of King Yue, Black White Xuan Jian!"

Wang Shu said, so it was this person, no wonder they had such a powerful killing intent and strength.

He just couldn't understand, why would Black White Xuan Jian keep chasing them here to intercept and kill them?

"Net!" Yan Fei, as the Lord of the East, had extraordinary knowledge and recognized that the person was a Heaven-Rank assassin of Net.

To be honest, whether it was the Seven Kingdoms or the Hundred Schools of Philosophers. No one was willing to provoke a Heaven-Rank Net Assassin.

Net was ubiquitous, with spies all over the Seven Kingdoms.

From the high-ranking officials and nobles of a country, to the famous and wealthy; down to the servants and foot peddlers, all were possible.

Once someone was on the Net's list, unless the target died, it would be endless.

"Someone wants to buy your lives!"

Xuan Jian said lightly, raising one arm and placing the Black Blade on their shoulder, their eyes indifferent and ruthless.

"Who is it? Do you know our identities?" Yan Fei said.

"People are dead? Then what's the use of even the most illustrious identity!

However, Net never kills useless people. Dying at my hands is not a disgrace to your identities."

Xuan Jian spoke, while raising another white sword, his killing intent erupting like a mountain torrent.

The space suddenly surged with wind and clouds, the atmosphere so oppressive it was suffocating.

Flame Spirit Ji's face was pale, feeling extremely uncomfortable!

A trace of cold sweat trickled down Yan Fei's fair and tender forehead, her gaze solemn.

"The White Blade is a sword of protection, how is it now used to kill people?" Wang Shu ignored Xuan Jian's killing intent, looking down at Xuan Jian with an extremely calm gaze.

Hearing this, Xuan Jian's body froze, a moment of confusion appearing in his expression, but it was immediately replaced by ruthlessness.

"Now, there is no sword of protection, only a vengeful ghost returning from Hell."

As Xuan Jian's words fell, his entire being transformed into a sharp sword light interwoven with black and white, the astonishing killing intent stirring up bursts of intense air currents.

The Black and White Blades, the sword's edge was menacing! The blade aimed straight for Wang Shu's head.

As a top assassin, Xuan Jian's movement technique naturally need not be said.

Shapeless like a ghost, elusive and unpredictable!

In an instant, a fatal blow!

Yan Fei and Flame Spirit Ji were momentarily lost, unable to capture Xuan Jian's movements at all.

However, all of this appeared incredibly slow in Wang Shu's eyes.

With the blessing, analysis, and calculation of 001, no matter how fast Xuan Jian was, he could not escape.

However, what surprised him was the data regarding Xuan Jian detected under Insight Mode.

He actually had no flaws!

That move, that style, that life-threatening sword had no flaws, it could be called a seamless sword.

"Interesting!"

Inner Force circulated, True Qi surged. Wang Shu used the Wood Element Yin Yang Arts "Myriad Leaves Flying Flowers" with one hand.

The soil loosened, and verdant vines broke out of the ground, transforming into a soaring serpent and coiling towards Xuan Jian.

Xuan Jian waved the Black and White Swords in his hands, and a cross-shaped Sword Intent was unleashed, directly shattering the vines.

"Imperial Heaven, Sovereign Earth!"

Wang Shu changed the Yin Yang Arts seal in his hand again, using the Yin Yang School's Earth Element Yin Yang Arts.

Irregular, hard rocks squeezed out from the ground, tiny mud and stones splattering.

The sharpest of the stone peaks pierced towards Xuan Jian's body, seemingly wanting to pierce through him, poking a hole in him.

Xuan Jian did not dare to be careless, with a shift, his toes stepped on the sharp corner of the stone peak, his body rotating three hundred and sixty degrees, and a spiral Sword Qi slashed out.

The broken stone blocks that had emerged from the ground were all shaved of their edges, leaving only smooth platforms.

"This guy's control over Yin Yang Arts is no less than mine!"

Yan Fei thought to herself from behind. She had always thought of herself as the number one extraordinary woman in Yin Yang Arts.

She didn't expect that he was also proficient in the Five Elements, and seemingly even more so than her, which made her feel a little depressed.

He really is a man who makes people love and hate him!

"Master is so amazing!" Flame Spirit Ji's eyes were filled with admiration.

Just now, she was so frightened by this cold-faced assassin that she didn't dare to move.

But Master displayed great power and repeatedly forced him back. He was so brave!

Xuan Jian also didn't expect Wang Shu to be so difficult to deal with, and that he was also a member of the Yin Yang School.

This time, he didn't receive the mission directly from Net, but accepted it through Nightfall's connection.

The Nightfall organization of Han State itself has countless connections and interactions with Net!

The one who issued the "Execution Order" was a prominent and powerful figure in the Han State court.

He was a Heaven-Rank assassin and originally disdained accepting such missions!

But at that time, he happened to be in Han State and met Bai Yi Fei, the Blood Cloak Marquis, and the two reached some kind of transaction.

That's why Xuan Jian appeared in this desolate mountain temple at this time!

"What are you thinking about?"

Xuan Jian was briefly distracted, but suddenly Wang Shu's voice appeared in his ear.

Looking up, Wang Shu had already appeared in front of him!

So he quickly waved his sword to stab, and the Black Blade symbolizing slaughter accurately pierced Wang Shu's heart.

But Xuan Jian clearly felt a burst of pain in his own heart, as if it had been shattered by a force.

Looking down, the Black Blade that had clearly pierced the target appeared in his own chest.

"Why?"

Xuan Jian was puzzled. A large patch of blood quickly stained his chest, and blood even overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

With his heart shattered, even if his martial arts were strong, he would surely die.

He just didn't understand why the final sword strike had such an ending?

"Boom!"

Xuan Jian fell to the ground, his life force rapidly weakening. Blood kept flowing from his chest, and soon his body was completely soaked in bright red blood.

Seeing this, Wang Shu threw a spark, igniting Xuan Jian's body.

Sending this evil ghost, who had just escaped from Hell not long ago, back to Hell again.

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