Lonely City without Frost

Zuo Wushuang always felt that he had a very sensitive sense of danger, and this time was no exception.

Originally, she was only a little thirsty in the middle of the night and was about to get out of bed to drink some water, but she didn't want to hear footsteps outside the door before she even moved.

The footsteps were very light, so light that she would never have heard them if it wasn't for such a quiet night.

Gently holding Han Hai beside her with her hand, she closed her eyes and pretended she was still sleeping.

Sure enough, a strange smell appeared in the house soon after, and she held her breath calmly to prevent being drugged.

Even though Mi Xiang had been let go, the man still moved lightly when he opened the door.

The more nervous she got, the more excited she was, and she could even feel the slight sweat between her right hand and the hilt of the sword, and she was ready to go.

"Ah……"

Not sure what the chuckle meant, she settled down and continued to listen to the person's movements.

But closing her eyes made her lose the initiative after all, and by the time she felt the palm wind, she almost had no time to turn over and escape.

But if Zuo Wushuang really died so easily, it would not be Zuo Wushuang. She has encountered dangerous situations that are a hundred times more dangerous than now.

The man was taken aback when he saw her suddenly open his eyes, but he could do many things in such an instant.

Ding--!

Before she could stand up, Han Hai was already out of her sheath, and she didn't care that she was still lying on the bed at the moment.

Even under such a disadvantage, Zuo Wushuang still didn't have the slightest fear. After turning over, he held the sword with his backhand and stabbed fiercely at the palm of the man.

The masked man in the black costume saw that she was awake and dodged the palm with agility, and her movements froze for a moment.

At this moment, she tore through the gauze curtain and jumped up. The room was still dark, and she who had been completely accustomed to the environment in the past few days obviously had the advantage.

"Your Excellency's palm kung fu doesn't seem to be as crisp and sharp as swordsmanship." She said mockingly, but her movements were merciless, "Why don't you use a sword?"

The man in black didn't speak, but suddenly moved his hand, and he didn't know what to hit, and the candles in the room lit up instantly.

In the dangerous situation just now, she didn't have time to tidy up her clothes at all. Although she was not as good as the average lady who would make a fuss if her clothes were slightly torn, but the current disheveled clothes were a bit too ugly. She lowered her eyes. , the hands are more ruthless.

The man in black's kung fu is definitely not weaker than hers, and it's fine if he couldn't see clearly in the dark before, but she didn't know how dangerous the situation was until the candle was lit.

He doesn't have a sword in his hand, but what he uses is clearly the Long-lost Acacia Palm.

Lovesickness Palm, it is said that the Western Jade Rakshasa once suffered setbacks under this kind of kung fu, and it was so vicious that it almost killed him in one hit.

——If I moved a step slower just now, I might die here.

Zuo Wushuang didn't have time to rejoice, she could even feel the sweat in the palm of her right hand.

When a master fights, the real chapter can often be seen in a few moments. That person probably hasn't mastered Xiangsi Palm, and he retreated a few steps under her merciless offensive.

Just as she was thinking that it might be more beneficial for her to directly break through the roof, a lightning-like sword light struck.

He didn't see exactly when the sword light appeared and disappeared. When he came back to his senses, the left shoulder of the man in black had already been pierced.

——A sword to the west, flying immortals from the sky.

No words can describe this shocking feeling, Zuo Wushuang even froze the movements of his hands.

gap.

This is the gap.

Baiyun City Master's best swordsmanship in the world is absolutely well-deserved.

The back of the clothes was almost drenched in cold sweat, and it didn't feel good to walk through life and death, especially after seeing such a shocking sword move.

"The murderer has been found, take him down."

As soon as the words fell, Dutong outside the door trotted in with a group of people.

"Miss Zuo is shocked, the previous misunderstanding has been resolved." Ye Gucheng nodded to her, but there was no apology in his words.

She originally wanted to say something more, but seeing the soldiers who walked in all staring at her with subtle eyes, she remembered that her clothes were still in a completely messy state, and she fell silent immediately.

Seeing this, Ye Gucheng just said lightly: "...Take him out quickly, he should not be dead yet."

"City Lord! He committed suicide!"

"...Get the corpse out first." Ye Gucheng ordered with a frown.

She only saw the calloused right hand of the man in black when the soldiers carried him out at the end.

"...City Master, you already knew, right?" After finally changing his clothes and coming out of the room where someone died just now, Zuo Wushuang had almost straightened out the whole thing in his mind, and naturally knew what happened tonight's accident. What's the matter.

Ye Gucheng knew long ago that she was not the one who killed the fisherman, so he placed her in this other courtyard under half protection and half house arrest, just to attract people who wanted to blame her early in the morning.

It's just that no one thought that while the man's kung fu was so vicious, he would die so simply.

Zuo Wushuang sighed softly, and looked at the corpse in the courtyard, "Your beauty, you can't help but be a thief. It's a pity that a powerful swordsman is lost."

"He doesn't need to face the sword sincerely, he can only stop here."

Under the silver light of the cold moon, Ye Gucheng's side face seemed to be more indifferent than usual, and he turned his head to look at her again after a long time, "Miss Zuo's sword skills are not weaker than this thief."

She sneered, "It's just that I was framed and blamed. I am indeed not a particularly important person to Baiyun City, so the city lord probably has no scruples in using it."

He didn't speak, and his attitude of neither admitting nor denying just made her angrier.

"Does the city lord think that if you can't believe me, it doesn't necessarily mean that you have been framed?"

"I don't mean that."

"Forget it, just take it as the price for the city lord to take me in these few days."

Only then did he realize that she had put her burden on her back again, and she was holding the saber tightly in her right hand, as if she had made up her mind to go.

"Miss Zuo, wait a minute."

"Anything else?"

"This matter is not as simple as it seems, is it?" Ye Gucheng seems to rarely talk to people in this tone, and his expression is not natural, "Given Miss Zuo's reputation in the world, naturally many people want to It is more famous than you, but it is too strange for this person to commit suicide so resolutely."

As if she had grasped some key point, she rushed over suddenly and tore off the clothes of the man in black without any regard for the difference between men and women.

Just as Du Tong was about to say that she was rude in front of her own city lord, Ye Gucheng stopped her.

After a while, she slowly opened her mouth, "...it should not be the group of people who wanted to assassinate me before, but... what I care more about is that this person's kung fu can be regarded as a rare master in the whole arena. Why? No one knows at all?"

"Maybe it's the disguise technique?" Du Tong interjected.

She immediately denied, "I know a person, if his disguise technique is the second in the world, no one would dare to say that he is the first. He once taught me how to distinguish, but this person is not."

"...Could it be Sikong Zhaixing?"

"You have quite a lot of knowledge." She glanced at Dutong, who had been looking at her unhappy, and then continued, "...I was reminded by the city lord just now, and I suddenly remembered something."

Just as she was about to speak, seven silver needle hidden weapons suddenly flew out of the room.

She had never seen such a fast hidden weapon, and subconsciously blocked it with the sword in her hand.

The crisp sound of the silver needle colliding with the scabbard reverberated in the courtyard, and when everyone felt that it was a thrill, Du Tong who was standing beside Zuo Wushuang suddenly let out a cry of surprise and fell straight down.

——Two of the silver needles she blocked were too fast to fall directly, but instead bounced to Dutong beside him.

The poison on the needle almost explodes when it is touched.

In just a few moments, the person she hated so much was almost killed by herself, even though she didn't feel anything when killing people on weekdays, she still felt a little apologetic at this moment.

Ye Gucheng's reaction was quicker, and the moment Du Tong fell to the ground, he directly sealed his acupoints to prevent the poison from spreading.

"There must be someone else in the room."

"... already left." He looked at the brightly lit room and said calmly, "The speed is too fast. If you still want to hug Lin Dutong for his life, you must not chase him out at that moment."

Zuo Wushuang felt himself covered in cold sweat again.

Although she has seen countless storms, life and death twice in one night is a little bit reluctant for a woman.

"...What did Miss Zuo want to say?"

"My teacher... an old friend of mine once mentioned that there is a kind of people in the Jianghu, their kung fu can completely become famous as a young man, but they can live in seclusion and be an unknown person all their lives. This kind of people..."

"A murderer."

Ye Gucheng immediately understood what she meant, and looked at the few silver needles on the ground, "This can explain everything."

She nodded, "With the skill of the man in black before, if he wants to become famous, his reputation in the world will definitely not be inferior to mine, but he has no reputation. as an identity to kill."

Knowing that someone was going to kill her, and that the first batch of people were still such masters, she felt an inexplicable sense of excitement while being cautious.

——It would be better if the next opponent can also use a sword.

Thinking of the sword wound on the fisherman's throat, she lowered her head slightly and licked the corners of her lips.

A person like her who stops at a master but cannot reach the peak of swordsmanship will only lose confidence in the sword completely compared with Ye Gucheng Ximen Fuxue and others.

The only way to make yourself stronger is to hone your swordsmanship by someone with comparable attainments, keep defeating people who are at your same level, and eventually surpass your original level.

Even if you can't climb to the top, you can get closer to that place.

A little closer.