Above the stars

Crab Island.

Crab Island is not famous for its crabs, but because when viewed from a high altitude, the entire island looks like a big crab.

Crab Island has not yet undergone large-scale tourism development, but some early interstellar immigrants chose this place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to settle down.

After generations of reproduction, the branches and leaves spread, but a large number of people remained.

Bamboo hut, fenced courtyard.

It's misty and rainy, and the scenery is fresh.

It's raining in the sky. It's not raining heavily, and it's like wisps of down and fine needles.

Ling Yunxiao likes rain, because such weather makes people lazy, their bodies are lazy, and their minds are not willing to think about unnecessary things.

He is a simple man, and most people who are loyal to the sword are simple.

Ling Yunxiao has been hiding here since the last battle with the Tang bandits.

One is to recuperate, and the other is to take refuge.

He didn't expect that Tang Bandit could hurt him. Judging from the two people's cultivation level, it should have been a sure-fire mission.

In industry jargon: pick up money.

However, he was injured.

Although he killed Tang Bandit to a bloody pulp, the aftermath of Tang Bandit's sword still severely damaged his body, causing his internal organs to shift. He used the yin and yang energy to regulate several Zhou Tiandu. Not straightened out yet.

The second is to seek refuge. He knows that if the mission fails, someone will definitely come looking for him. Some people want to kill someone and silence him, while others want to find out the real culprit from his mouth.

The world has a misunderstanding about the killer industry. They all say it is a business without capital.

No, they also need to pay for it.

That is their own destiny.

Life for money, life for life.

Ling Yunxiao was sitting under the eaves of the verandah drinking tea. The tea was made from bitter chrysanthemums grown in Crab Island, which grow wild and can be found all over the mountains and plains in autumn. The price is low, but it is a good medicine to cool down the heat.

There is no complicated processing procedure. After picking, wash and dry, then grab a handful and throw it into a cup. It has a slightly bitter taste and a sweet aftertaste.

The golden chrysanthemum slowly unfolds, floating and rolling up and down in the transparent glass, which is really beautiful.

The tea was still warm, and when I was about to pick it up and take a sip, I suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

Ling Yunxiao reached out to serve the tea and touched the sword on the table.

A man appears in his yard.

No, it should be said to be a young man in white.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, he is fresh and handsome, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. Her facial features are very delicate and delicate, and at first glance she looks like a beautiful girl.

His hair was long and casually tied into a ponytail with a red ribbon, which made him look free and uninhibited.

His eyes were cold, looking like the eternal ice and snow of the Kunlun Mountains.

The whole person is like an unsheathed sword, sharp and murderous.

Ling Yunxiao prided himself on his good looks, but compared with the young man in front of him, he couldn't help but feel ashamed, as if he was as different as clouds and mud.

He has seen many handsome men, but this is the most handsome young man he has ever seen in his life.

Ling Yunxiao suddenly remembered the Tang bandit he assassinated some time ago. He was also a very good-looking boy, but compared with the one in front of him, he had a completely different style.

There is a wild nature in the Tang bandits, which is ruthless, cunning, wild and unruly, which makes people remember deeply.

But this one is feminine, handsome, and as cold as ice.

Are today’s young people so good?

At such a young age, he comes out to do this kind of business of killing people and selling goods?

Ling Yunxiao looked at the young man in front of him and asked aloud: "Who are you? Who sent you here?"

The young man didn't answer.

After a pause, Ling Yunxiao said again: "You are not from Beehive. I am familiar with the way people from Beehive work. They all seem to be tainted with a sense of nobility, and the smell makes people uncomfortable."

The boy in white still didn't answer.

He just stared at Ling Yunxiao with cold eyes, a very wordy and bored expression.

Ling Yunxiao smiled bitterly and said: "You look more like a killer than me. I have always felt that a killer should look like a killer, which is what you look like."

Before he killed someone, he thought about telling others who he was.

His sword will not kill nameless ghosts.

He also hoped that the person who was killed would know in his heart the sword of whose sword he died.

It's interesting to talk to dying people.

Because at that time, the prey's emotions will be infinitely magnified, including grief, anger, hatred, or crying and begging for mercy.

He sometimes even enjoys this type of communication.

Obviously, the boy in front of him did not have such thoughts and needs.

He's only here to kill.

This kid was born to be a killer.

"It seems we have only one way of communication." Ling Yunxiao said aloud.

Unfortunately, he didn't know who sent him and who wanted to take his life.

Ling Yunxiao's body sitting on the chair suddenly rose into the air. He was in mid-air, and the long sword in his hand had been unsheathed.

The sword was slashed out, and the cold air hit people.

The raindrops flying in the sky were suddenly solidified into needles, and thousands of silver-white long needles were pierced towards the young man in white in the middle of the yard.

This is one of the reasons why Ling Yunxiao likes rain.

His swordsmanship follows the path of extreme coldness, and the rain and snow weather has a natural blessing effect.

He can extract the cold energy from nature and use it for himself. Under the pull of the sword energy, it turns into ice swords and snow arrows to attack the opponent.

Although the boy in front of him was very young, he felt danger from him.

Therefore, he also exerted himself with all his strength and gave him enough respect.

As a killer, he knows better than anyone that every sword strike may be the last one.

He could not relax at all until his opponent finally took his last breath.

The boy looked at the dense silver needles flying towards him with an expressionless face, and then suddenly pulled out the long sword in his hand.

Cut out with one sword.

Crack!

There is no natural vision, no sword energy.

Simple, fierce, and straight to the point.

If you didn't see him draw his sword, you would hardly notice that he had moved.

However, something strange happened.

Just when the silver needle array was about to hurt the boy's body, it suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if it had been swallowed up and melted by a huge force.

The sword that Ling Yunxiao slashed out also disappeared into the sea, as if it had never appeared at all.

The boy slashed out with his sword and put it into its sheath.

It was as if this battle was over and other things had nothing to do with him.

Ling Yunxiao's body was still suspended in mid-air, his pupils were swollen, and he stared at the handsome young man in front of him with a look of disbelief.

a long time.

a long time.

"puff……"

Only then did he spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell from the ground in a panic.

""Broken Sword Style"?" Ling Yunxiao stared at the boy in white and shouted excitedly: "You used the "Broken Sword Style"?"

"Yes." The boy in white nodded and said loudly: "This is the "Broken Sword Style"."

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Ling Yunxiao stared at the boy in white like a wounded lone wolf, and shouted: "You could kill me with that sword just now, but you didn't do that Do"

"You are not a killer. You are not here to kill me. What do you want to do?"

"Someone wants to see you." The boy in white said calmly.

——

"Master Manager, Ling Yunxiao is hiding on the mountain." A large man with muscles all over his body pointed to the top of the mountain and said.

Chen Fenglei looked at the surrounding environment and terrain, and sneered: "He is indeed a famous killer on the Starry Sky List. His assassination skills are not that good, but his ability to hide people is quite good."

"Master Manager, our people have surrounded this island. There is no way to the sky, no door to the earth, and no sea route. Not even a rabbit can escape." The big man said with a confident look on his face. : "Please give me your instructions, Lord Steward."

"You guys stay on guard outside." Chen Fenglei looked at the middle-aged man standing beside him and said loudly: "David, lead all the drones up the mountain with me. I want to personally meet these three swords, three swords and three idiots. Extreme Cold Sword."

"I want to see if his sword is colder or my knife is colder."

The organization controlled by Chen Fenglei is called the Beehive, and the worker bees are responsible for collecting intelligence and clearing the surrounding area.

Drones are responsible for mission execution and spy assassination.

These drones are all carefully selected masters. Each of them can be counted as a hundred, and they are extremely powerful people. Among them, there are even practitioners with extremely high levels of cultivation.

Learned martial arts and sold them to the emperor's family.

The ultimate goal of many practitioners is to serve the royal family and gain a future for themselves and their family's descendants.

"Yes, Mr. Butler." David responded loudly.

Chen Fenglei gave an order, and the group quickly rushed towards the small courtyard on the top of the mountain.

Soon, the small courtyard was surrounded by these drones.

David rushed in with a group of people. After a while of searching, he came back and reported: "Master Manager, there is no one in the house."

Chen Fenglei walked under the eaves of the corridor and sat down on the old bamboo chair. He reached out and touched the glass cup with chrysanthemum tea on the small bamboo table, and said aloud: "The tea soup is still warm, which proves that he was still there just now." here."

Then he walked to the middle of the yard and found a crack on the bluestone floor. He stretched out his fingers and touched it gently, saying: "The sword energy has dissipated, but the sword intention is still there."

Chen Fenglei raised his head, his face was as gloomy as the weather, and he said in a cold voice: "Someone took him away first."

"What?" David's face changed drastically and he said loudly: "Our people have been standing outside and haven't seen anyone go up the mountain."

"How could someone who could take Ling Yunxiao away quietly be discovered by them?" Chen Fenglei sneered again and again and said: "It's interesting, it's really interesting. Our people just discovered the whereabouts of Ling Yunxiao, and someone Take him away first."

Chen Fenglei looked at David and asked, "What do you think this is?"

thump!

David knelt on the ground and said in a deep voice: "Master Manager, I am loyal to you. You have treated me with great kindness. I have absolutely no reason to betray you."

Chen Fenglei stared at the top of Dai Wei's head for a while, as if trying to discern the authenticity of every word he said.

After a long time, he said gloomily: "If it's not you, then it's someone else. Check it, check it for me. Find that rat out for me. If the internal troubles are not eliminated, how can we relieve the worries of the king?"

"Yes, Mr. Butler."

"Also, search within a radius of five hundred miles. I don't care who that person is, but he brings a half-dead person with him. There will always be some clues left behind."

"Yes, Mr. Butler, I will make arrangements right away." David got up from the ground and ran out quickly to issue the order.

Chen Fenglei looked at the sword mark on the ground that went deep into the cracks in the stone, and fell into deep thought.

What a dazzling sword this must be?