Barrier of Light

The moment Mr. Jin drew his sword.

The young man in white who was sitting cross-legged on the dry stone opened his eyes.

The long knife penetrated and fell.

Thunder roared.

The blazing light emitted by the burning dream of fire was instantly extinguished at Baixiu's forehead and center, and the young man in white wiped a ray of lightning with his finger, directly cutting off Mr. Jin's neck.

All this happened so fast that even Mr. Jin himself did not react.

So the hot head rolled to the ground, with a look of confusion in its eyes... He didn't understand why a meditator in the "enlightenment state" reacted so quickly.

It is impossible for anyone in this world to be able to immerse themselves in a dream and still deal with assassinations in the real world.

unless……

He was not asleep at all.

The burning "dream of fire" slowly dissipated in the snow in the cave. Baixiu's mental power was extremely stable, without any fluctuations. There was neither the joy of succeeding in breaking through the realm nor the loss of failure in understanding.

Baixiu's face was as calm as a mirror.

It seemed that everything that happened here did not exceed his expectations.

After igniting the dream of fire, he did nothing. He just watched calmly as this extremely precious "dream" burned and then dissipated. The whole process was nothing more than that.

His brows were indeed ablaze with dreams.

But in fact, he didn't even enter the dream state for a moment.

From beginning to end, he just closed his eyes, sat quietly, and cooperated with this "good show".

At this moment, the cave was filled with blood, the wind was reverberating, and it was extremely cold.

What's colder than the wind and snow are Baixiu's words.

"Will killing me really make the Bai family better?"

Bai Xiu slowly stood up from the dead stone.

Bai Zesheng's words "Let's do it" were the trigger for his final thunderous move.

The reason why I closed my eyes was to pretend to understand.

In fact, there is still a trace of "hope" left in my heart, or...a trace of luck.

The second elder was the one who brought him out of Jiangbei.

Be a benefactor.

The biggest benefactor!

Even if the other party chooses to regret at the last second... maybe he will choose to forgive, but most things in this world are not worth waiting for.

It was precisely because of the five minutes of silence that Bai Xiu heard the words that made him saddest in twenty years.

Bai Zesheng turned around slowly.

He looked at Bai Xiu, the peerless genius he had cultivated with his own hands, standing in front of him, bathed in lightning, with white clothes unstained by blood... At this moment, Bai Zesheng understood everything.

He set up such a murderous situation.

Baixiu had already seen through it and chose to take advantage of it.

This young guy, faced with himself and the top killer in Central Continent, was so courageous and courageous that he chose to sacrifice a ray of fire dream to see what this killing... would be like.

"You've seen the answer, haven't you?"

Bai Zesheng spoke in a hoarse voice and said: "Killing you will make the Bai family pure...and in my opinion, purity is a good thing."

Baixiu lowered his head silently.

The fishy wind howled and blew in the snow cave.

Mr. Jin's head was still squirming, and the two fingers of the white sleeves that were held together were slashed diagonally.

A ray of lightning flashed down instantly.

The head exploded, blood flew, and was swept into the distance by the wind and snow. This sad and cruel scene was soon swallowed up by the pure white snow. Standing at the entrance of the cave, Bai Zesheng was surrounded by light white Fluorescence, the splash of blood did not stain his robe, but only splashed on the robe, and was instantly bounced away by the white fluorescence, and then disappeared into the snow-capped mountains outside.

"This is a subordinate of the Tower of Source, right?"

Baixiu looked at the broken body of Mr. Jin and whispered: "A year ago, he was the one who attacked me in the tundra and fled to Inta. You didn't kill him..."

"..."

In this regard, Bai Zesheng just remained silent.

"Although I have changed my weapons and my shooting techniques... some things cannot be changed."

Baixiu paused and said, "For example, the smell of blood."

In the previous fight, [Thunder World Walker] hit one of Mr. Jin's forearms, and the blood that spilled out was clearly captured by Bai Xiu.

This year, I have been in retreat in a small courtyard.

Bai Xiu seems to be staying at home and working hard, but this is not the case.

Bai Xiaochi often goes to the yard. Regarding the assassin case in Tundra, there was brief progress after the blood was extracted a year ago... [Zhao Ming] compared the extracted blood with billions of genetic data in the deep sea database. , there is no matching information at all within the five continents.

The Tundra Assassin is an "unidentified person".

His information has not been entered into [Deep Sea]. In fact, there are not many such "unidentified persons" within the scope of the five continents. Many big forces, big figures, and those with high authority will make such arrangements for their dead soldiers. .

It's just that with the authority of the Bai family, there are very few people who can't find out the identity of the other party...

It was this that made Bai Xiaochi cast his doubtful gaze on other continents!

Maybe... the big forces from other continents can do it.

The power of the Tower of Source is too powerful for the Bai family to doubt.

However, no matter how suspicious you are, without evidence, you can only give up.

"Sure enough... we used [Zhao Ming] to investigate the ice lake." Bai Zesheng smiled softly and said, "I thought you couldn't find such a deep place."

Over the past year, Bai Zesheng has spent most of his time "recuperating" due to Inta's injury.

The core affairs of the family were handed over to others.

In fact, through these actions, one can already feel the owner's precautions against him... But Bai Zesheng is not nervous, because he knows very well that if the truth of a year ago is really found out, the situation will not be so simple.

The only outcome for him is to die as an apology.

"Maybe it's deeper than you think."

Baixiu said slowly: "I will never forget the breath of blood of the assassin in Tundra. And the head of the family went to Inta and told me a piece of regrettable news... At the crime scene in Inta, [ Zhao Ming] did not capture the assassin’s blood.”

Bai Zesheng narrowed his eyes.

He remembered that he was seriously injured at that time, and the head of the family arrived and used his power to save his life.

At that time, I thought... this knife stabbed deep enough and helped me get out of danger.

But looking at it now, there is none.

Because the real purpose of Bai Xiaochi rushing to Yinta was not to heal himself, but to extract the "blood stains" from the scene of Yinta's incident... How could he keep that kind of thing?

Bai Zesheng is very aware of the horror of the [Illuminating Ming] ability.

He used the most powerful sealed object on his body, plus a large amount of extraordinary source matter... to burn the fake corpse cleanly, and there would never be a trace of blood left, while the outer defensive shield of Yin Tower floated into the air. After the board was opened in a big way, under the fierce blizzard, it was more difficult to get effective evidence than to find a needle in a haystack.

On the contrary, Mr. Jin once lived in the hiding place and found some evidence, which is enough to prove that the assassin has actually come to Inta.

Then, disappear.

"In the past year, the Bai family has never stopped pursuing the Tundra assassination case... Although the assassin is 'dead', his identity is unknown." Bai Xiu said slowly: "Although this case has been closed, it has become a mystery. It’s an unsolved case and I’ll never know who shot me.”

It doesn't matter who the assassin is.

Who is behind the assassin is very important.

In this small war without gunpowder, in the final analysis, the assassin of the tundra is just a pawn... What he wants to do is to find out the chess player behind the scenes!

"Some things are handled too cleanly, which is not good. There should be blood at Yinta's scene."

Bai Xiu looked at the second elder and said: "This year, I locked myself in the yard because I didn't know how to face this most likely truth..."

A seed of doubt is planted.

Baixiu wanted to persuade herself not to be suspicious.

This is Bole who is kind to me, and he is also a "relative" who thinks about himself in everything.

But, he can't do it.

The flashes of the assassination in the snowfield often echoed in his mind, making him feel shaken.

Some seeds, once planted, will inevitably take root and grow.

Once some gaps are created, they will inevitably become larger and larger until they are broken.

"The assassination in the snowy field has almost become a nightmare... This matter is more important than the realization of the Fire Dream. So this year, I have often thought about how to solve the assassination case."

Baixiu said: "In the end, I chose to leave the seclusion and enter the tomb."

Standing at the entrance of the cave, Bai Zesheng smiled silently.

"Kid...you know, you made a very childish choice."

The long knife slipped from the second elder's sleeve.

He said calmly: "If I were you, who found these clues a year ago, and had doubts about the truth...then I would not choose to enter the tomb, nor would I choose to use this method to verify the truth. Because the investigation The price to pay for discovering the truth is simply too high.”

Baixiu looked blankly at the "teacher" who first taught him how to fight.

The ice wind howled in the snow cave, the sound was sharp!

This is an excellent burial ground.

Killing people, decapitating people, destroying corpses, and destroying traces... no one will notice. The cave is narrow and it is extremely difficult to escape.

I had to put a lot of thought into choosing this place.

"You want to kill me." Bai Xiu spoke in a very soft voice. He had always addressed Bai Zesheng with the honorific "you".

But not anymore.

This is no longer a person worthy of his respect.

And...it has nothing to do with killing yourself or not.

Baixiu has already felt that the power flowing in the body of this assassin lying on the ground is the power of the throne of the Tower of Central Continent... This is also the reason why he was unable to catch up with the opponent before.

If he hadn't been prepared in advance, struck first, completely broke the assassin's expectations, and forcibly cut off his head, then today's battle would have been several times, ten times more difficult.

That token will continuously provide divine power. As long as the host cannot be killed with one blow, the opponent's subsequent combat effectiveness will be greatly improved!

And the same power also appeared in Bai Zesheng's hands.

Between the sleeves and robes, there is a purple glow.

The long sword with a flat sheath that slipped from the cuff was also filled with the divine power of Dionysus.

"I gave you a start."

Bai Zesheng said coldly and ruthlessly: "Logically speaking, I also have the right to end it for you..."

He wiped it with two fingers.

The long sword's scabbard was knocked out instantly.

Bai Xiu tilted his head slightly, and the scabbard was like a bolt of lightning, grazing his cheek and crashing into the darkness deep in the cave. Then, the tall figure blocking the snow mountain cave suddenly attacked, like a big mountain, Occupy the entire field of vision in front of you.

A flash of sword light!

Overflowing the entire cave!

Baixiu's expression remained calm and collected, and he activated [Full Dodge]... countless shadows dodged in the cave.

This technique can be said to be a divine skill among the close-hand combat techniques of extraordinary people of the same level. In the battle where realms are crushed, it is no longer so perfect. The snow-white clothes are inevitably scratched by the light of the knife and sliced. out.

Pieces of white sleeves are like snowflakes, dancing in the cave.

Bai Zesheng is already a quasi-titled powerhouse on the eleventh level of the deep sea.

And Bai Xiu, no matter how talented he is.

A year ago, it was only the ninth level of the deep sea.

Bai Zesheng moved forward with his sword.

His sword skills are wide open and close, extremely rough, but the purple divine light on the blade is extremely delicate, blocking all Baixiu's escape routes... This is not for direct killing, but for Compress the opponent's space for movement.

[Full Flash] No matter how powerful it is, it still requires a certain amount of space to use it!

The cave is extremely narrow.

The bursts of shadows are gradually decreasing.

A "whoosh" sound!

Bai Zesheng raised his hand suddenly, and a light echoing sound suddenly came from the distance. The scabbard that was originally shot suddenly returned, like a sharp arrow shot out quickly. This time, Baixiu groaned, and he was still the first He made a precise dodge action for a moment, but a slight bloodstain was wiped out on one side of his cheek...

Taking the scabbards into his hands, Bai Zesheng held two long-sheathed objects in his hands and said calmly: "If I were you, I would hide in the yard and wait quietly for the storm to end. As long as you hide in that small yard, no one can do anything. I can’t help you, can I?”

Bai Xiu slowly wiped the wound on his cheek with the back of his palm.

He silently looked at the blood stains on the back of his palm, looking a little dazed.

How long has it been... since I didn't bleed in battle?

next moment.

Bai Zesheng drew his sword again, and the blade and scabbard roared, condensing into a hurricane!

There is no way back!

A "台" sound!

An extremely clear sound of impact resounded in the cave. Bai Xiu no longer used [Full Flash]. The moment he raised his head, a humanoid figure condensed with lightning suddenly appeared behind him.

That humanoid shadow was as powerful and domineering as the divine general in ancient legends.

He was wearing heavy armor and a helmet, only revealing a pair of dark eyes. Wherever his eyes passed, darkness shattered and thunder burst out, which was terrifying.

The only regret is that this terrifying phantom only condenses the upper body, while the lower body is covered by lightning, like a mist... A large amount of extraordinary source matter supports the condensed body of this body, even if only half of it is. It is also enough to form a powerful deterrent!

Ancient General Leiying just stretched out one hand and grasped the silver-white blade that shot out like the arc of a full moon.

Baixiu looked at the old man in front of him.

His benefactor, teacher, adoptive father, and enemy.

He said softly: "So, you are not me."

Raikage Gu will punch out!

What kind of monster is this?

Is it the concentration of spiritual power?

Or a bloodline power like [Garuda]?

Bai Zesheng's pupils shrank, and he felt an unprecedented crisis. At this moment, the majestic divine power of the Dionysus shook out, and the purple glow on the sword burst out with extraordinary power beyond the current stage. However, the phantom of the god also exploded. Terrifying divine power.

There was a click.

The palm of the ancient Raikage general was broken first!

The blade also shattered!

Before the two forces could distinguish their strength, Baixiu's punch... hit the old man's abdomen firmly, causing Bai Zesheng to cough up a large mouthful of blood and fly backwards.

In the cave, pieces of white sleeves were flying.

Each piece was like a blade, like blazing thunder, suspended in the air, slicing open his shoulders, calves, and chest.

The old man finally flew out of the cave.

He fell on the snow and became a bloody man. This old body was cut with countless small wounds, none of which were fatal, but when they were gathered together, a heart-breaking pain broke out.

Bai Zesheng struggled to sit up.

He looked at the scene in front of him in confusion.

His long knife was broken into millions of pieces and stuck in the snow. The blade was like a mirror, reflecting thousands of pieces of falling snow.

And millions of white sleeves stained with blood.