The moon is dark and the wind is high. It is a full moon, and the mist shrouds the bright moonlight.

But people under the moon are not in the mood to appreciate such a full moon.

On the path in the forest, a black shadow was carrying a person and ran quickly. He was dressed in black, and his face was covered with a black cloth. His legs were flying like flying, and he leaped dozens of meters away, passing by like silver arrows.

There was also a boyish figure on his shoulders.

The boy's hands and feet were tied, and the silk and satin clothes all over his body had been pulled out. He was led to run leisurely, but he didn't show the slightest fear.

Ye Xingren said: "You are going to die."

His voice was hoarse, rough as bark. This formed a contrast with his appearance. Of course, his appearance could not be seen by others, but he was tall and thin, with strong footsteps. No matter how you looked at it, he should be a young man.

The boy said: "I have heard this sentence no less than a hundred times."

Nightwalker laughed twice, his laughter was as ugly as a crow, but after he finished laughing, his voice became cold, "Then today is the day when you, Yu Su'an, will die. "

The young man was still very calm, he smiled slightly, "If you wanted to kill me, why did you run with me for so long?"

Yu Suan is in his twenties, not too young to be called a boy, but his face is still childish. When he smiles, his cat-like eyes turn into crescent moons, soft and amiable like the morning mist in the south of the Yangtze River. It is appropriate to say that he is a teenager.

Ye Xingren took a look at his calmness and couldn't help being more vigilant. He said coldly, "Of course it's to find you a good grave."

Yu Su'an said: "I'm afraid that if I go to the cemetery, King Yama doesn't want to take me in either."

Su An burst into tears, "He said he would let me die today."

System: "...It's okay, at worst, let's go to the next world."

Su An cried out in fright, but she kept an expert demeanor on her face. If she showed timidity in front of such an expert, she would really be close to death.

There is a large bodyguard bureau in the martial arts world called Tiandi bodyguard bureau, Yu Su'an is the youngest son of the chief bodyguard of the world bodyguard bureau, he is loved by his family, like a real rich young master. But Yu Su'an was more courageous than the sky. His father was afraid that he would die tragically in the world one day, so he asked him to learn a few martial arts from a hidden master, and he was known as the flying swordsman.

Ye Xingren didn't talk to him any more, but ran all the way to a ruined temple.

In the dark night, the withered grass in the ruined temple was damp, the Buddha statue dropped mud, and half of its stumped arm fell to the ground.

Yu Su'an was placed on the withered grass, his eyes were clear, and he still said with a smile: "This doesn't seem like a place that can be my grave."

Night Walker let out an "oh" and pulled out the cold sword from his waist. His hoarse voice startled Feiyan under the eaves, "Does the hook flower flying swordsman have other skills?"

Yu Suan smiled without saying a word.

But Ye Xingren took a few steps back quickly. He looked at Yu Suan cautiously with sharp eyes, and his five senses were brought to the extreme.

Before him, no less than a hundred people had accepted the task of killing Yu Suan, but Yu Suan had survived until now.

The young master of the Heaven and Earth Bodyguard Agency should have some unknown methods.

Ye Xingren regretted his life, he retreated more quickly, and slid his foot on the dead tree outside the ruined temple, and his words became more polite, "Flying Swordsman, I still have a question to ask you."

"It's hard to ask for advice," Yu Su'an leaned back leisurely, "But I don't know anything."

The Nightwalker hissed twice, "I know you know, it's not up to you. Flying Swordsman, don't you know what your own darts are?"

Yu Suan smiled again.

Nightwalker couldn't help asking: "What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at you for being so stupid," Yu Su'an said, "The dart was in my bag, but you only cared about robbing me, but you missed the dart."

Ye Xingren's face changed, he didn't even care about Yu Su'an anymore, he turned around and walked back.

Su An calmly breathed a sigh of relief.

With a movement of his wrist, a throwing knife ran out of his sleeve, but before he had time to cut the rope, he caught a glimpse of a corner of his clothes entering the ruined temple out of the corner of his eye.

It was a monk with a big man's beard.

Yu Su'an has been getting into trouble constantly since he was a child. In order to save this little life, he has learned a lot of kung fu, and he is even more sensitive in the five senses. When the Night Walker approached him, he had noticed the person coming, but he had just discovered this monk.

The monk's beard blocked most of his face, but his face was pale, and his eyes were like peerless swords that had been forged in the cold pool for seven to forty-nine days. They had no edge, but they were already compelling. He was wearing a thin cassock and whitish shoes, covering his whole body tightly, but just looking at him gave people an extremely dangerous feeling.

The monk didn't look sideways, as if he didn't see Su An, he went to sit in front of the Buddha statue with only one arm left, his eyes were closed, and his murderous aura spread.

Although Su An didn't see the lower half of his face, he said firmly, "What a handsome monk!"

The monk was dangerous, but Yu Suan was never afraid of danger. His clean almond eyes looked at the monk curiously. The monk was very strange. The weapon he held was not a stick or a cane, but a long sword full of blood.

He casually placed the long sword on the haystack, and the withered and yellow haystack was stained with blood from the long sword.

Su An broke free from the rope and was about to stand up, but a blue light came from outside the ruined temple. Su An's expression changed, and the throwing knife came out in an instant, deflecting the tip of the sword one or two times.

The night walker who went back and forth was extremely angry, "Flying swordsman, you are clearly fooling me!"

Su An stepped back, and was struck by two more flying knives. He sighed, "I didn't expect that the famous Swordsman Feng Xue Ye would even believe a word or two of my nonsense."

Yan Shi, a swordsman in a snowy night, is a man of great martial arts and likes to kill people at night. His killing methods were extremely cruel, and the blood he brought out was scattered like snow blown by a violent storm, so he was called the Swordsman on a Snowy Night.

It can be seen from this that those who want to kill Yu Su'an hate him so much.

Yan Shi was so angry that he laughed twice, and quickly stabbed with his sword.

This time it was Yu Su'an's turn to change his expression.

The two of them fought non-stop, and swords and swords flashed under the full moon. But none of this disturbed the monk resting cross-legged. Su An became more and more invincible. He gritted his teeth and glanced at the monk, and suddenly shouted: "Monk!"

The monk remained motionless, but the Swordsman on a Snowy Night suddenly trembled.

Yu Su'an continued to speak bluntly, "That bald donkey!"

The monk finally opened his eyes, and glanced at Su An without joy or anger.

His eyebrows and eyes are really unparalleled in the world, even if the face under the beard is only three points, when these eyes are opened, there is twelve points of incomparable beauty.

Yu Su'an smiled at him. For some reason, when he was talking to the monk, the angry Swordsman on a Snowy Night didn't move at all, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

"Meeting is fate, monk, I stayed with you in this ruined temple for a while, monks pay attention to compassion, why don't you go out and save your predestined person?"

The monk didn't seem to hear, and closed his eyes again.

Yan Shi "Jie Jie" laughed, and the sword in his hand trembled, "Flying Swordsman, I'm right, you are going to die here tonight!"

Before he finished speaking, his offensive became more ferocious. Yu Su'an went from having more than enough to being quite embarrassed, and after another moment, his arm was already dripping with blood.

Yu Su'an gritted his teeth and shouted again: "Monk, I agree to your request! Don't you want to **** me? As long as you cut off this swordsman's arm and pull out his tongue, I will let you do whatever you want!"

Yan Shi's sword was about to reach his face, but he withdrew his attack in shock and fear. He glanced at Yu Su'an in horror, and then at the monk.

Yu Su'an had already shown his defeat, but not only was he not afraid, but instead he smiled coldly and stared fiercely at Swordsman Fengxueye, "It's important to save your life when things come to a head, but I have to ask for something. No, an arm and a tongue It’s not enough, I want his head on his neck!”

Yan Da was shocked.

What Yu Su'an said was right, in the face of a setback, life-saving is the most important thing. If he didn't have the confidence to save his life, how could Yu Su'an speak so convincingly, as if he wasn't worried about dying at his hands?

He looked at Yu Su'an again.

Even if Yu Su'an is covered in blood, it is still difficult to hide his handsome appearance. He looks real and handsome, his eyebrows are like willows in early spring, his eyes are like clear springs, and he has been raised affluent since he was a child. He is not like a martial artist, but like a rich man with delicate skin and tender flesh. He has an appearance that both men and women like!

It is not without reason that the monk takes a fancy to this person, not to mention that the monk is not an ordinary monk, but the demon monk Qiu Xuanyi.

Yan Shi didn't want to die, he always put his life above everything else. He didn't even dare to block any possibility, because as long as Qiu Xuan thought about it, he could cut off his head and arms, and pull out his tongue in just an instant.

Without even thinking about it, he fled out of the ruined temple like a frightened bird.

Su An breathed a sigh of relief.

His breath was very light and shallow, but it seemed that he had disturbed the sitting monk. The monk slightly raised his hand, and the swordsman who was trying his best to escape was hit by the sword and fell to the ground.

Such a brutal swordsman died without a sound. There was only a short one-inch scar where the sword was hit, and only a drop of blood was stained on the sword.

Yu Suan was terrified.

With this kind of sword technique, only one drop of blood will be stained after one death, so how many people need to die before the monk's sword will be full of blood?

He swallowed and turned to look at the monk.

The monk looked at him quietly, and he also looked at the monk quietly.

Finally, the monk said: "Come here."

Yu Suan thought about it, and asked, "What did you do in the past?"

The monk said leisurely: "I **** you."