If asked what was the most mysterious organization in Chaotian, many people would say the Curtain Rollers.
If asked what was the most formidable place in Chaotian, many people would say the Underworld.
But if asked what was the most formidable and mysterious organization in Chaotian? There was only one answer.
Bulao Lin.
Bulao Lin was a group of assassins. Bulao Lin would dare to kill anyone, regardless of whether they were the peddlers or the members of the royal family, the treacherous ministers or the loyal human heroes. Bulao Lin would even try to kill a swordsman in the Broken Sea State, and it was said that they had succeeded in doing so.
Nobody knew who founded Bulao Lin, where it was located, or how many members it had.
All the people knew was that the targets targeted by the Old Ones would soon lose their lives, and they would stay at their original age, never growing old again.
The man in black didn't deny it.
For an orthodox Cultivation sect like Aoyama Sect, Bulao Lin was of course an evil deviant who had to be eliminated.
Zhao Layue lowered her head slightly, and the conical hat covered more of her face.
The man in black didn't feel surprised. He had seen many so-called evildoers, and those evildoers would behave unnaturally when they learned he was from Bulao Lin for the first time.
The unnaturalness came from the fear or inferiority when they saw the evildoers.
"As long as you are willing to join Bulao Lin, you can have anything."
He said this to Zhao Layue with a smile, his voice hoarser and more alluring.
"Crystals? Yes. Precious medicines? You can have them too. Even if you want to have a reputation and status in the Cultivation circle, we can help you. "
Zhao Layue said, "You can't give me what I want."
The man in black stopped laughing, and said icily, "I appreciate what you have done over the last two years, so I came out to meet you. It looks like you still lack the courage to step into the real world that not everybody is qualified to see. Maybe, I should come back to meet you when you are captured by the Pure Heaven Bureau and can't stand the torture."
Zhao Layue said, "I don't accept threats."
The man in black said, "You really have the demeanor of a disciple of a big sect. But no matter which sect you are from, you have offended the Imperial Concubine in the palace this time. It is already impossible for you to return to the sect. Don't expect to return to the cultivation world and have a good future."
Jing Jiu had been listening in silence. He was sure that the other party was just an ordinary deacon in Bulao Lin. He did not want to listen anymore and said to Zhao Layue, "Hurry up."
In the past two years, he often accompanied Zhao Layue to slay demons and kill people. At first, it was a bit of a novelty, but later, it became boring and he often urged her to hurry up.
At that time, he would often say these two words.
This kind of thing had happened too many times, and she had heard these two words too many times. Zhao Layue didn't even think about it and subconsciously moved.
The sea breeze poured into the ruined temple, ruffling her black hair. The swift and fierce sword will was about to leave her body.
As an assassin in Bulao Lin, the man in black had always been the one who sneak-attacked his opponents. When had he ever been sneak-attacked by others?
In shock and anger, he summoned seventeen small black flags as fast as he could and placed them around him.
Those black flags were cold and gloomy, as if there were countless resentful souls in them. They were extraordinary. They were the best treasures of the Mysterious Dark Sect to deal with those sword sects — the Banner of Fallen Swords.
The Banner of Fallen Swords was made of seventeen rare materials, so it was very sensitive to fairy swords. No matter how profound the opponent's swordsmanship was, as long as the flying sword left the hand of the opponent, the Banner of Fallen Swords would determine its position and affect it, disrupting the flying sword's trajectory in the shortest time possible.
If there was a big gap between the two parties' states, the holder of the banner could even directly cut off the connection between the flying sword and its master.
The man in black was sure that even if his Banner of Fallen Swords couldn't knock down the opponent's flying sword, it could definitely block the opponent's flying sword. He would take advantage of this opportunity to sneak into the underground of the Sea God Temple, activate the formation that he had prepared beforehand, and kill the opponent with one strike.
He was indeed an assassin in Bulao Lin. In such a sudden attack, he could come up with a way to deal with it in such a short time, and it could be said to be flawless.
But he still underestimated his opponent.
He didn't know that he was facing the youngest peak master in the history of Aoyama Sect in decades.
More importantly, in the past two years, Zhao Layue had repeatedly tested her swordsmanship, and her sword fighting awareness was at its peak.
She didn't draw her sword, but turned herself into a sword.
Her short hair moved with the wind, becoming messy again. She disappeared from where she was.
When she reappeared, she was already in front of the man in black.
In an instant, she had crossed the distance of dozens of feet and passed through those black flags.
Two clear wounds appeared on her shoulder and earlobe, and black dirty blood was seeping out.
She didn't care about this at all, and directly slammed her palm towards the man in black's chest.
The man in black didn't have time to recall his black flags, and with a strange cry, his right hand flipped upwards to meet her palm.
His palm was extremely thin, and didn't look like it belonged to a living person. The edge of his palm was emitting a dark glow, and it was unknown what kind of demonic art it contained.
A light clap.
The two palms met.
A bright red sword appeared from Zhao Layue's palm.
Cha!
The sword easily pierced through the man in black's palm, then continued forward and pierced through his chest.
A bright red sword tip appeared from behind the man in black's back.
Not sure if it was its original color, or if it was dyed red by the man in black's blood.
Drip.
Blood dripped onto the ground of the ruined temple.
The man in black slowly knelt down, and died.
His eyes were filled with disbelief and despair.
The sea breeze suddenly became violent.
The peeling walls of the ruined temple were blown into powder, flying everywhere.
The powerful pressure in the night sky felt like it was getting closer and closer to the ground.
Zhao Layue raised her head to look at the sky above the ruined temple.
The distinct black and white eyes under the conical hat were filled with a piercing sword will and a boundless desire to fight.
"I can't beat him."
Jing Jiu said to her, "Maybe in ten years."
Xiao He opened her eyes innocently, her face blank.
She couldn't understand what she was seeing.
They were in the middle of a negotiation, so why did Zhao Layue suddenly kill someone?
It didn't make sense.
As she was thinking about this, she suddenly felt a slight coldness in a part of her body.
She looked down and found an iron sword pierced through her right shoulder.
The iron sword had pierced through her body and nailed her to the wall of the ruined temple.
Blood gushed out of her body and flowed along the iron sword.
Xiao He felt her body getting colder and colder, and then she felt extreme pain, and her face became very pale.
She raised her head to look at Jing Jiu, shocked and speechless.
The iron sword was in Jing Jiu's hand.
She had been guarding against Zhao Layue, because she was afraid of her.
Bulao Lin knew better than the Pure Heaven Bureau how many people Zhao Layue had killed over the last two years and how she had killed them.
She couldn't figure out Zhao Layue's true strength when they met at the hotpot restaurant.
But she had never expected Jing Jiu to be so formidable.
She didn't even notice that Jing Jiu had already wielded his sword until the iron sword pierced through her right shoulder.
The iron sword was very wide, and Xiao He was very small, looking even more pitiful.
The expression in Jing Jiu's eyes was very calm, devoid of any pity, and not deliberately cold.
Jing Jiu looked at her like he was looking at a regular stone or a fleeting wave in the West Ocean.
Xiao He knew that his true Cultivation state was not higher than hers, and he wouldn't be able to subdue her if he hadn't sneak-attacked her.
Yet, she felt an extreme fear when she saw his expression, and couldn't think of doing the right thing anymore.
It was because she knew that this was the true ruthlessness.
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