Chapter 143 A Sword of Terror!

The three of them were so fast that they almost came to the place where the accident happened in the blink of an eye. Outside the room, all the masters of the three holy places have gathered here, and everyone's faces are full of endless grief and indignation!

Any of these people has reached the realm of the world's first-class strength, and the reaction is natural and fast. In addition, they basically live together. Only at the beginning of the scream, they have arrived together.

"What's going on?" Hai Wuya asked with a calm face.

"It's Xia Dongting... Xia Dongting is over..." In the crowd, a middle-aged man in purple robe looked at Hai Wuya with a pale face and whispered.

"Fear out of the way!" Hai Wuya's face changed again and he stepped forward. Everyone quickly gave up a road and went straight to the door.

The sea rolled up to the door like a whirlwind, and suddenly his whole body shook, just like a clay carving and wood sculpture. He stood there in a daze, with his eyes shining an unbelievable light.

Under the ground in the room facing the door, most of Xia Dongting's face turned to the sky, with a very twisted strange look on his face. His eyes were open, and the frozen pupils were full of despair and anger, and some strange colors. The two hands formed an unusually strange posture. The left hand stretched forward, the hand was claw-shaped, and the right hand bent in an arc towards the position of the shoulder behind him.

His shoulder, his sword is still quietly left in the sheath, and he hasn't come out of the sheath at all! His body was extremely twisted, and his mouth was wide open, and blood slowly gushed out from the inside until now... A drop fell to the ground...

Hai Wuya's body trembled suddenly, slowly raised his head and closed his eyes. After a little leaning, he slowly asked, "Who was the first to come here?" Come out and answer!"

A man in purple with an unusually sad expression slowly came out of the crowd.

"What did you look like when you came?" Hai Wuya's voice was very heavy, and there seemed to be uncontrollable anger in it: "What did you find?"

"This is a perfect assassination!" The man in purple looked heavy, sad and angry, but with a faint trace of indescribable shock and fear: "Lord Hai, my residence and Brother Xia are only separated by a wall, but for the sudden assassination process, I didn't hear any sound at all, let alone find any abnormality! The only movement was just the scream made by Brother Xia; when I arrived here, it was never more than half a breath away from the incident; but Brother Xia was already like this.

The muscles in the corners of the eyes of the middle-aged man in purple robe couldn't help shaking. Obviously, he was scared by his own words!

It's not just him. In fact, all the people who heard his words couldn't help trembling. This sentence seems ordinary, but what deep meaning it contains is enough to make every saint present in danger, and his heart is extremely shocked!

There was only a wall to kill a holy strong man, and the other saint didn't hear anything at all, and he didn't even notice all the strangeness... Isn't this saying that if the person who did it is willing, he can assassinate any saint at will? And there is absolutely no possibility of failure? What kind of horrible strength does that assassin have?!

Shocked? Not yet!

Because the next words of the man in purple robe were even more surprising, even shocking.

"Just now, to be more precise, just a quarter of an hour ago, I had a long talk with him in Brother Xia's room. Brother Xia once said that the situation in front of us is that the mountain rain is coming, and the enemy's strength is unpredictable. Even if we are stronger, we have not been able to suppress the other party and have no power to fight back. Therefore, any of us should not relax our vigilance at all times. We should always put our weapons within reach and be ready to respond to the enemy at any time. Because we are stronger, the other party will definitely adopt some ghost town tricks to consume our living strength. We must be careful! But now....."

Everyone present took a deep breath and looked at Xia Dongting's body on the ground and the unmoving scabbard sword on his back. In everyone's eyes, it was strange!

That's what Xia Dongting said, and I believe he himself must have done the same; but in such a high state of vigilance, under the assassination attack of the assassin in the dark, his small and careful guard did not play any role!

Even such a cautious person can't be spared, and others can't live?!

Kill with one blow, a generation of saints don't even have a chance to draw their sword out of the sheath! This is a real holy strongman! The long sword is carried on his body, which is exactly the position he can take advantage of. As long as he moves his mind, he can draw his sword out of the sheath and attack in an instant!

However, this sword has lost the opportunity to get out of its sheath!

So, how fast should the assassin's action be!?

"When I heard the cry and immediately came, Brother Xia still had his last breath, but at that time he couldn't say anything at all!" The man in purple robe took a deep breath and said, "The most unbelievable thing is... The wound is in... In the chest position! Unbiased, a sword is right in the heart!"

There was an uproar, and then there was a lot of discussion!

The wound is on the front chest, that is to say, this arrogant assassin was assassinated face to face!?

A saint, even in the face of the Holy Emperor's frontal sniper, no matter how afraid he is, even knowing that he is not an opponent, he will never be so cowardly that he has no time to pull out the sword!

However, such an incredible fact appeared in front of us... What the hell is going on?

"This scar is a fright, and the fatal scar can never be the scar in the heart!" The speaker was Zhan Mubai, who came in later. His eyes flashed with light, and he said slowly, "If the sword really hits the heart, then even if we are the holy emperors, we will not have the opportunity to make the previous sad screams!" It will only kill you immediately! If so, it is a perfect assassination in the true sense!"

Everyone present was a master of martial arts. He was deeply aware of the mystery of the human body, but Zhan Mubai's words were like Ether Hu's enlightenment, which made everyone present instantly wake up, and everyone's eyes. The next moment, he focused on the body of Xia Dongting on the ground.

Hai Wuya took a deep breath, squatted down, flattened Xia Dongting's body on the ground, and whispered, "Brother Xia, please forgive me. In order to catch the murderer as soon as possible, avoid the appearance of other victims, and also to hate Brother Xia as soon as possible! We... I have to offend."

All the onlookers felt a numbness in their hearts, and the words showed that he was about to take to dissect the body and check the wound! Only in this way can we really solve the mystery and understand the real cause of death of the deceased.

Hai Wuya stretched out his right hand, and the long sword on Xia Dongting's back came out of its sheath, and the light flashed. This sword finally came out of its sheath, but its function was not to kill the enemy, but to dissect the body of its master!

What an irony for the saints! But now, they can only watch and suffer! I'm even looking forward to...

With a flash of sword light, Xia Dongting's upper body clothes separated from it, ** out of the muscles of the chest, hidden an extremely small red mark in the position of the heart. If you don't identify it carefully, you will only think that it was just an inadvertent scratch by a branch. Who would believe that such a subtle trace is enough to kill the lady's scar?

Hai Wuya's fingers gently pulled both sides of the red mark, and suddenly pulled it slightly; a blood arrow suddenly shot out, and the force was unusually strong. The sound of "brush" splashed straight onto the roof and splashed a brilliant red cuckoo.

Hai Wuya turned his head and let the blood arrow pass by his ear. His eyes became deeper. Seeing the wound broken by himself, his pupil tightened and muttered, "What a fast sword! What a fierce sword! What a great sword!"

Zhan Mubai looked equally solemn and nodded slowly.

Only the fastest sword, the extremely fast sword, can be pierced in the place where the blood flow is most concentrated in the chest, and then quickly pulled out, leaving no trace at all. Even the liquid blood can only be collected in the abdominal cavity, blocked, and there is no room for venting at all!

Everyone present understands this truth, and everyone can do it by asking themselves, and even most people have had similar action! However, if such swordsmanship is used against a saint and this effect can be achieved, no one present can do it!

This kind of swordsmanship application has always been a special swordsmanship for bullying the weak. Only when it is used for enemies who are more than a lower level than themselves can they swing freely and win with one blow! Using this means to fight against the enemy is as strong as your own, or even higher, it is simply an act of looking for death!

The saint is almost equivalent to having a second life, the strength of the body, which is unknown. Even if an ordinary Tianxuan master holds a magic weapon and cuts thousands of times in a row, he may not be able to break through the saint's Xuangong defense!

In addition, the reaction of the saint is also amazingly fast. Once the sword brocade enters the body, it can completely tighten the muscle joint force at the same time, and transfer the original position of the heart at the same time, so that the enemy's sword facing the heart can be stabbed into the air, and the enemy can take advantage of the opportunity to quickly counterattack in an instant!

But this sword neatly destroyed all the defensive forces of a saint! All due reactions have not been sent out! There was only time to make an almost instinctive scream!

"I believe everyone has seen it clearly. This is the real fatal injury! And it's such a sword! Unexpectedly, even the saint has no choice but to do nothing! This also proves Brother Xia's judgment. The enemy's strength is really unpredictable. Around us, there is an ultimate killer who is strong enough to be earth-shaking! From now on, all saints should keep a room for three people and be on guard! As soon as there is a warning, warn immediately! Don't be careless anymore. The sea is boundless and sinking.

Everyone present agreed with one voice. Everyone understood that Hai Wuya's words were by no means alarmist. With a little carelessness, he was likely to be another Xia Dongting.

"Slow down! I'm afraid it's not that simple!" Zhan Mubai snorted and said, "I'm afraid the true meaning of this sword is much more than that. In this, there is the meaning that the murderer is demonstrating to us.

"Demonstration?" Everyone is puzzled. Y