One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 115: 114: Strange Shadow
Everything around was normal, vendors were selling things, other people were walking or looking at things.

Changes happen right between your elbows and armpits.

Murderous intent suddenly arises.

Apparently, many people think that Zhao Fuyun is proficient in magic and good at long-range combat. Most practitioners at a low level would practice some close-combat swordsmanship to prevent surprise attacks, but Zhao Fuyun did not practice swordsmanship.

The Eighteen Plateaus of Yin and Yang is a method of controlling the enemy. When he further practiced and advanced to the level of Daluo Waving the Sleeves, he was actually no longer afraid of close combat, but that was referring to close combat in the normal sense.

This kind of assassination is a deadly danger to anyone.

An assassin is not restricted by what kind of technique he practices, and not only those who practice swordsmanship can become an assassin, although there are many people who practice swordsmanship who become assassins.

But as long as the spell's explosive power is strong enough in an instant, and the spell is cast quickly and covertly enough, you can accept other people's commissions and become an assassin.

The sudden flash of sword light was stronger and purer than the murderous intent that Meng Yanhu showed during the sword fight.

It condensed into a line and slid towards his ribs.

He has a nickname - Yixianjian, which means that his sword is just a thin line, which also means that life and death are only a thin line apart.

It describes his swordsmanship as fierce and dangerous, not only towards others, but also towards himself.

He had heard of the duel between Zhao Fuyun and Meng Yanhu on the city wall. In his opinion, cultivation is cultivation, magic power is magic power, and magic is magic.

In a killer's world, all those magic powers, spells, and magic weapons can be thrown aside, because when the killer takes action, most people can only use their own magic power. This is an instinct, and they will try to push away the people around them with the surge of magic power.

Of course, if the difference between the two is too great, it would be like waving a fan to blow away a mosquito. But if the difference between the two is not too great, it would be impossible to push it away, let alone block his sword.

Zhao Fuyun is a cultivator who has established his foundation in Fire Evil. He knows very well that the spells of cultivators who have established their foundation in Fire Evil contain fire properties, which can help them achieve twice the result with half the effort when dealing with evil and sinister things.

But fighting with others didn't give him much advantage over the others, in his opinion they were all the same.

Everything depends on your own cultivation.

He built his foundation with Golden Evil and practiced swordsmanship since he was young. He traveled the world with only a sword. His sword energy became a strong force that could cut through both the evil and the flesh.

Therefore, he was confident that he could kill Zhao Fuyun at close range, or in other words, he was confident that he could kill the sect's cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Some people think that monks from big sects are taught by high-level monks, have broad horizons, and a long way to go, so they can go further than ordinary monks. However, in the eyes of some people, they think that monks from big sects lack a direct understanding of the dangers of the world.

Every year, a number of disciples leave the sects and die. Only those sect monks who have experienced the world and stood up again will become the best in the world.

He didn't know what would happen to Zhao Fuyun in the future. In his opinion, he had the potential to become a top cultivator, at least he felt that way. However, since he had accepted the assassination mission, he could only die.

The angle of his sword was extremely tricky. Even if Zhao Fuyun knew the Daluo Sleeve Wave, it would be difficult to resist at such a close distance.

When the sword flashed, everyone around heard the sound of a sword. They turned around in fear and saw that the sword light had already passed through the body of a young man, cutting half of his body in half.

"Hit!" When Yixianjian swung his sword, he was sure that this sword would not miss.

Sure enough!

But before the surprise in his heart had completely dissipated, a sense of absurdity arose again, and a trace of panic arose in his heart.

Because when his sword cut through Zhao Fuyun's body, he didn't feel any resistance, which was impossible.

In his eyes, the upper half of Zhao Fuyun's body was collapsing, and at the same time, that kind of fresh breath was quickly dissipating. It was not a paper man, but he saw that 'Zhao Fuyun' was quickly dimming, his face disappeared, and dissipated into nothingness, as if he fell to the ground and merged with the shadow on the ground.

He couldn't help but look at the shadows on the ground, only to find that every shadow on the ground seemed to be alive, as if they had grown faces and eyes, and they were all looking up at him from another angle.

He turned and walked away, his figure as light as a monkey, agile and swift. His sword skills and body movements were extremely direct. He circled among the crowd without touching anyone.

However, when his eyes fell on the ground, he discovered that wherever he passed, the figures on the ground were moving, as if they had eyes, staring at him as he ran.

A sense of fear rose in his heart.

This feeling of being unable to hide was very bad. He had extremely sharp swordsmanship and a strong will. As a swordsman, he was not easily bewitched or possessed by evil spirits. He also had an excellent vision and few illusions could deceive his eyes.

But this time he was deceived, and he didn't even know when his real body was replaced by an illusion.

He looked at those figures and wanted to get away from them. He saw an alley next to him and rushed into it.

The alley was dark and there were no shadows.

The feeling of being spied on and watched finally disappeared.

But he still felt unwilling, and after calming himself down, he knew he should leave. If the killer missed, he would have to flee a thousand miles away. He was about to leave, but he found a ball of light at the entrance of the alley. In the light, someone was standing there with a lamp. That person was none other than Zhao Fuyun, whom he wanted to kill.

Zhao Fuyun was seen standing at the entrance of the alley with a mysterious lamp in his hand, but he did not come in.

When he first saw Zhao Fuyun, he thought that he was a feminine and delicate person, probably a noble young man from a large family. But when he saw the look in Zhao Fuyun's eyes, he realized that he was definitely not a noble young man who was unaware of the difficulties of the world, but a gloomy person who buried his thoughts deep in his heart.

The light shone on him, casting a long shadow behind him.

"Who asked you to kill me?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"Do you think I will tell you?" Yixianjian didn't plan to run away. He wanted to fight Zhao Fuyun head-on. Although he seldom did such a thing and always made sneak attacks, he was still very confident in his swordsmanship. He felt that Zhao Fuyun was giving him a chance and was close enough.

With just one leap, the sword could cut across Zhao Fuyun's throat or pierce into his forehead.

He was already sure in his mind, and using the phantom footwork, he created three phantom bodies to approach the enemy.

As he made up his mind, Zhao Fuyun said, "Indeed, you won't tell."

When Zhao Fuyun opened his mouth, he felt that his chance had come, and his magic power suddenly burst out. However, the shadow behind him turned over and turned into a living black shadow, hugging him.

His body, which was about to leave the ground, was dragged down. He was shocked and felt a strong binding force.

He swung the sword behind him, and he had already imagined his shadow coming to life.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly lit up with fire, as if a golden-red light fell on his body, and then he felt the burning sensation.

"Burn!" He heard the sound of the spell, and fire surged in his heart, burning through his five internal organs.

Then he saw the flames in his eyes, then his face, and then his whole body. He found that his whole body was burning.

He was extremely frightened and wanted to escape, but was tightly entangled by the shadow on the ground.

The sword in his hand danced, cutting the shadow into pieces, but the flames on his body became more and more intense. Finally, he stopped moving and fell down.

Zhao Fuyun walked in with a lamp in his hand. As he walked in, the light disappeared and darkness seemed to rise in the alley, covering everything.

Zhao Fuyun's figure disappeared into the darkness. Someone chased him into an alley. He felt that the shadows in the alley were thick and strange. The darkness was like water, able to swallow things.

The person who chased in front didn't see anyone, so he went out again. When he came back, there was another person. The other person waved a beam of fire in his hand, and in the fire, the darkness dissipated, and a dead body was revealed.

It turns out that someone was hidden in the darkness.

"What a brilliant illusion." The person who came in later just looked at the darkness with his eyes slightly narrowed, as if thinking about something.

"Seventh Master, someone saw it. That person is Zhao Fuyun, the teacher of Guangyuan Prefecture. He killed someone in this market, which is against the rules of the market. Do we need to arrest him?"

The speaker was a thin young man, who was slightly bent over, and spoke in a flattering tone, with a bit of a desire to do something meritorious.

The Seventh Master looked to be about thirty years old, with two neatly trimmed mustaches on his lips. After hearing what his subordinate said, he turned around and looked at the other person with a scrutinizing look.

"Hu Tian, how many years have you been with me?" asked the Seventh Master.

"Seventh Master, I have been following you ever since I started practicing. It is all because of your care that I can be a street patrolman in this market." said the thin man named Hu Tian.

"Yes, you have followed me since we started practicing, so I shouldn't say anything to you. But it's better not to make some random suggestions. No one is allowed to talk about what happened today. Dig a hole and bury this person." The Seventh Master ordered, and the others responded in unison.

Hu Tian continued, "But many people saw Zhao Fuyun killing people in the market."

"Others saw it, but we didn't. There was no victim, and we are not the judges of the yamen." The Seventh Master looked at Hu Tian deeply again, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and walked outside.

He didn't want to cause trouble for Zhao Fuyun at this time. Everyone knew that Tiandu Mountain was a fierce dragon crossing the river, and everyone was waiting to see what would happen next.

If I jump out to cause trouble for Zhao Fuyun at this time, wouldn’t I be a fool?
Xie Anlan didn't want to be such a fool.

Although the Xie family is not as strong as the Lan family in Guangyuan Prefecture, they are also deeply rooted. The Xie family needs to determine what Tiandu Mountain wants to do and cannot be tied to the chariot of the Lan family.

He walked all the way to the Chiyan Temple which was located in this market town.

The temple door was still open and the priest inside was sitting under the lamp reading a book.

He entered and first bowed to the God, then sat down next to Zhu Ke, poured himself a cup of tea, and said, "Cousin, you have been in contact with Zhao Fuyun these days. What kind of person do you think he is?"

(End of this chapter)