Draw the bow to both left and right

  The sunset has once again engulfed Luoyang City.

  Dusk is when a person is most exhausted, and also the best time to kill.

  The aroma of the baozi shop at the end of the street wafted over along the long street, and the elegant floral scent was also somewhat tired at this moment. All the flavors began to blend together, then slowly settled, covering up that hint of bloodiness that was about to arrive.

  Killing someone is actually very simple.

  As long as the sword is fast and accurate, all martial arts in the world are invincible.

  However, this time the task was very tricky, because the man to be killed was the fastest walker in Jianghu. He walked from Xiong City Chang'an to Xiyu Yuankuan in just five days.

  So they sent him out, the fastest swordsman in the organization. His name was Luo Er, named after his idol's surname and given name.

  That man is the sharpest and fastest sword in the world.

  If it were him, Yan Sanbai would probably have been beheaded by now, Luo Er thought.

  It's my turn this time.

  He was the eighth person sent out by the organization, and the previous seven had failed to kill him, only to be killed themselves. No one saw how Yan Sanbai killed people, but they just died.

  Yan Sanbai always had a gentle and pleasant appearance, but Luo Er knew that people like this were even more terrifying.

  Good people can be even more terrifying.

  Yan Sanbai followed Li Ye into the Yan Yang Building, which was the best wine house in Luoyang City. The dishes served here were even comparable to those of the royal families in Chang'an. Li Ye was obviously a regular customer, and the waiter welcomed them enthusiastically as soon as he saw them. The combination of the king of Luoyang and the detective easily ignited the atmosphere in the building.

  The second floor room by the window was reserved for Li Yan all year round. As the two bid farewell to the enthusiastic villagers and walked in quickly, Xiao Er had just arranged a bottle of freshly picked peach blossoms on the table. Not too many or too few, one branch stood out alone, pale pink and charming.

  Luo Er looked very carefully, the two people beside the table, a flower on the table, were clearly reflected in his eyes.

  But he still didn't make a move, because the time hadn't come yet.

  Xiao Er started serving dishes. Yan Sanbai, because of the last time he ate too much and got stomach problems, didn't dare to eat more even though the food on the table was delicious.

  That appearance fell into Li Yan's eyes, somewhat pitiful - tenderly pitiful.

  Yan Sanbai couldn't help but slightly furrow his brow, rarely complaining - why was the dish so delicious and expensive.

  Li Yan couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth and said something to him before getting up and leaving.

  The door opened and closed again, and at the moment when footsteps sounded, Luo Er knew that his waiting time had arrived.

  It's this moment!

  Swallow Three White was just about to grab the fish on the table, but his ears moved slightly. The vigilance he had cultivated over the past decade or so made him immediately sense danger. He suddenly turned his head towards the window, and a black dot was rapidly approaching.

  It was an arrow, bursting through the sunset, faster than the speed of Yan San's shrinking pupils.

  Life and death are only in the blink of an eye, Yan Sanbai can be faster than that, but he knows he can't dodge now, because behind him, Xiao Er is standing there, serving dishes, still completely unaware of the danger approaching.

  Luo Er is a clever assassin.

  He knew he couldn't be faster than Yan Sanbai, which had been proven on the long street yesterday.

  Since you can't be faster than him, then just make him unable to move.

  Good people may be intimidating, but they have more weaknesses.

  But Luo Er didn't think he could kill Yan Sanbai with this move alone, his killing move was yet to come.

  The sword sent first and the arrow shot later arrived almost at the same time.

  No, the arrow is even faster. Yan Sanbai recognized it as a Shenhou crossbow used for marching troops, suitable for long-range killing, taking heads in the midst of a large army, extremely fast and powerful.

  That black dot in Yan Sanbai's eyes grew bigger and bigger, closer and closer, the breath of death rushed towards him.

  Luo Er could almost foresee the wonderful scene of Yan Sanbai's skull being smashed open and blood splashing everywhere.

  However, he saw Yan Sanbai suddenly stretch out his hand. The arrow came too fast, and he didn't even have time to draw his sword or take Xiao Er away, so he could only bare-handedly grab the arrow.

  Huh.

  Luo Er sneered, actually daring to try and grab the Divine Marquis's bow with his bare hands, how laughable. Moreover, behind the Divine Marquis's bow was still his sword!

  However, Yan Sanbai did so, looking silly, but his eyes were very serious. The seemingly gentle rabbit also had a pair of red eyes, he stretched out his hand, and his white, slender fingers suddenly grasped the arrow shaft, tightening!

  The arrow's momentum has slowed down a bit, but it hasn't stopped yet!

  The arrowhead tore through Yan Sanbai's palm and shot forward, followed by the smooth arrow body. A few drops of blood were brought out by the arrowhead, making the entire arrow body even smoother and more difficult to control due to the lubrication of the blood. However, the force in Yan Sanbai's hand grew stronger and stronger, he pursed his lips, not changing color at all due to the threat of death, but instead staring tightly at the arrowhead, mobilizing the surging internal energy within his body, commanding it - Stop!

  Luo Er's pupils suddenly contracted, impossible!

  Only the arrowhead's tail feathers were firmly grasped in Yan Sanbai's hand, and the white plumes gradually turned red with fresh blood. The arrowhead was only a hair's breadth away from Yan Sanbai's throat! However, due to the excessive force of the arrow, Yan Sanbai was knocked back a step by the impact, and his injured hand failed to grasp firmly, allowing the arrowhead to slightly scratch the skin on his neck.

  But it was just a little bit, and not even a drop of blood came out.

  However, the real danger has not been lifted, and Luo Er's sword is about to reach Yan Sanbai's face at the moment when Shen Hou's bow stopped. All this happened in a flash, Luo Er did not believe that under such circumstances, Yan Sanbai could still retreat unharmed, as long as he killed Yan Sanbai, or even if he just injured him, Luo Er would definitely become the best assassin under that lord!

  Thinking of this, his sword moved even faster, leaving no room for Yan Sanbai to retreat.

  But what about Yan San Bai? Does he want to retreat?

  No, he raised his eyes, and a chill appeared on his calm face. This sudden change in atmosphere made Luo Er's heart flutter. The next second, the arrow in Yan Sanbai's hand became his weapon, and with a 'clang', it struck Luo Er's sword at a critical moment.

  Luo Er hadn't even seen clearly what was happening when the sword tip was twisted by a powerful force, brushing past Yan Sanbai's ear.

  Luo Er's pupils suddenly contracted, and he immediately changed his move, trying to disperse Yan Sanbai's attack, and then quickly retreated to await the next move.

  Yan San Bai still needs to draw his sword, and the time spent on this action is enough for him to pull open a distance.

  However, he did not expect that Yan Sanbai had no intention of drawing his sword at all! His fists were his swords, and with that ghostly movement, Luo Er hadn't even reacted yet when Yan Sanbai had already circled behind him, propped himself up on the table with one hand, and floated up like a weightless person, kicking both legs.

  Luo Er was kicked flying and crashed into a wooden frame with decorations on it. However, before he could even catch his breath, another hand grabbed his collar and a great force flung him out again.

  "Ugh......" Luo Er spat out a mouthful of blood and was greatly shocked in his heart.

  Like everyone else, he thought Yan Sanbai was just a carefree and agile swordsman with exceptional lightness skills, but who could have guessed that he also possessed this shocking and formidable hard qigong!

  On the other hand, Li Yan was just walking out of the wine cellar in Yanyang Building, carrying a jar of fine wine he had personally selected. He was originally walking with quick steps, but as he passed through the main hall and was about to go upstairs, Li Yan suddenly heard some strange noises.

  There was a sound of breaking wind, coming from the elegant room on the second floor.

  He instantly thought of the assassin mentioned by Yan Sanbai and was about to rush upstairs to help. Just as his foot had stepped out, more breaking wind sounds suddenly came from the main entrance of the hall behind him.

  Innumerable flying snowflakes swirled in with the wind and invaded the main hall, where the guests were still chatting and laughing, but few of them noticed this scene, and those who did were stunned.

  They thought - huh? What's that?

  Suddenly, a red shadow jumped down from the railing of the stairs and stepped on the dinner table. The bowls and plates shattered, and before everyone could cry out in surprise, a red flame-like cloud unfolded and quickly rolled up, sweeping away all the flying feathers.

  "Ding ding ding..." The metal flying discs scattered and crashed into pillars, walls, and even embedded themselves in the dinner table. A guest wearing a green robe stared wide-eyed as a thin, leaf-like object brushed against his nose tip and stabbed into his rice bowl, which shattered on impact, spilling grains of rice all over the table.

  He still maintained a bowl-holding posture, with his mouth open wide enough to hold a salted duck egg.

  Grandma Xi! What's going on?! He was furious in his heart, and just then, a low, magnetic voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "Everyone get down!"

  The man in blue clothes was stunned, and one foot directly trampled him under the table without any politeness. It didn't hurt, but could his temper be a bit gentler!

  At this moment, Luoyang Wang doesn't understand gentleness.

  When he raised his eyes, those slender phoenix eyes were already filled with a fierce and murderous aura. Daring to lay hands on his people in his own territory was not just a simple vendetta of slapping him in the face.

  The main thing is, Li Yan is very unhappy now.

  The second wave of flying feathers came very quickly, almost at the moment when the previous wave was intercepted.

  Li Yan's red cloak had been pierced with many holes and was no longer usable, he casually threw it away, and at the fastest speed, he picked up a silly little kid who didn't know how to dodge next to him. At the same time as he jumped down from the table, he kicked one foot under the table leg, the whole table stood up, the tabletop spinning around, 'Puff puff puff!' blocking the second wave of flying feathers.

  "Waaah——!" The frightened child finally burst into tears.

  Li Yan threw him backward with a "Ding!"

  Ling Er hastily stretched out her hand to catch the tardy arrival, while Li Yan took advantage of the third wave of flying feathers not having arrived yet and ran out of the Yang Lou even faster. With a flick of his sleeve, 'Bang!' The large gate closed.

  Li Yan stood proudly in front of the door, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on the direction from which the flying feathers came. The pressure of his superior aura spread out, and he simply stood there, yet it made the people opposite him feel a sudden surge of fear.

  To deal with Yan Sanbai, Luo Er invited a helper, and they also undertook another important task - to probe the depth of Luoyang King Li Yan's martial arts.

  Li Yan received orthodox imperial education from a young age, and was proficient in horseback riding and archery. However, his martial arts skills came from the national teachings. His master was the current Master of the Great Zhou State, Qiū Shìzǐ, who was the uncle of the master of the Huánshān Chūntíng Guàn, Autumn Child.

  Because Li Yan had no shortage of people to protect him, and not many people dared to mess with him, nobody knew whether his martial arts skills were high or low. But judging from his usual carefree and leisurely attitude, it was likely that his martial arts skills weren't particularly impressive.

  However, the people lurking in the shadows had a bad feeling in their hearts. They were very tacit, and without looking at each other, they could sense what their companions were thinking. So, they simultaneously made another move, and the iron-made flying wings poured down on Li Yan like raindrops.

  Li Yan suddenly hooked up the corner of his mouth, and a cold smile flashed in his Danfeng eyes. He jumped up, and after taking off his red outer robe, he wore a black tunic. The black shadow borrowed force from the eaves to jump onto the opposite rooftop, and with a wave of his hand, he tore down the wine flag hanging there. The wine flag fluttered in the wind, just like a military flag on the battlefield, knocking down all the flying feathers that came its way.

  It doesn't matter if they don't fall off either; Li Yan didn't care about these small things.

  It's been a long time since he last took action, but that doesn't mean he didn't love taking action. When a flying feather sliced open a small wound on the back of his hand and a thread of blood seeped out, the fierce look in his eyes intensified even more.

  "Bang——" Li Yan landed on the roof of that house, stepping on a piece of broken tile. However, his movements didn't pause at all, using the pole of the wine flag as a gun, he swept it horizontally, and the broken tiles flew out, forcing the people hiding in the dark to come out.

  Not good! Several people had the same thought in their minds, and they didn't even fight back, immediately turning around and leaving. But how could Li Yan, who was unhappy in his heart, let them off so easily? The smile at the corner of his mouth grew stronger, with a hint of cruelty, and his footsteps quickened, like the bell of the King of Hell summoning souls.

  Ling saw this scene through the broken window and also broke out in a cold sweat - The prince is protecting his beloved, don't bother him, take care, mourn with restraint.

  At this time, a loud noise came from the second floor again. Zero Ding couldn't help but stick his head out and look up. He saw a black shadow flying through the air like it was shot by a catapult, drawing a beautiful arc, "Plop!" It fell into the small pond opposite Yan Yang Lou, startling a pool of white geese.

  A white figure floated down and landed on the banyan tree by the pond, with one hand holding onto the trunk, curiously gazing into the bubbling pond.

  Ling Ding couldn't help but want to applaud for him, he was indeed the great hero he idolized! This demeanor was completely different from a certain prince's!

  He was getting excited, when suddenly many hands reached out and patted him on the shoulder, each one more urgent than the last to look outside.

  "What's wrong?"

  "What's going on?"

  "Is someone fighting? Let me take a look!"

  "Let me see! Let me see! Who won??"

  "You can hit anything but never hit the face! The king's handsome face!"

  Zero turned his head and looked at this group of people who had just been hiding under the table, "......"

  Fighting! Can't stop at all!

  Hum hum ha! Men's mixed doubles!

  Haha, the main storyline is about to unfold!

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