nycdaug Chapter 283 Familiar Silver Masked Man
Chapter 283 Familiar Silver Masked Man
However, the truth is so cruel that these so-called gangs pale in comparison to the death squads of the Hundred Ghosts Gate.
It can be seen that the assassins brought by the leader of Baiguimen tonight must be the elite force in his organization.
As expected, before long, the fierce battle became one-sided - the unknown gang lost nearly half of its members in the blink of an eye!
It's too late, it's faster than that!
Suddenly, there seemed to be a crack in the sky, and a figure fell down rapidly like a bird.
The man was dressed in a crescent-shaped white brocade robe, holding a long sword in his hand, with his sleeves fluttering in the wind, like an immortal descending to earth.
He was tall and thin, like a breeze blowing through the bamboo forest.
Her long, shiny black hair was tied up high with a warm white jade hairpin and fell neatly behind her.
He had a half-mask on his face that was gleaming with silver light, just enough to cover his nose and cheeks, leaving only a pair of cold and deep eyes that looked like cold stars.
He stared closely at the man in black who was slowly walking out of the dilapidated temple and Feng Si Niang who was dressed in snow-white clothes.
Jiang Yimo stared at the silver-masked man who suddenly fell from the sky not far away and felt very familiar. However, no matter how hard she thought, she could not remember having dealt with such a man before.
"Hey, who is this? Could it be that people who rush here to die have become so enthusiastic these days?"
Feng Siniang walked out of the ruined temple, folded her arms across her chest, and looked up and down at the mysterious silver-masked man standing not far from the ruined temple with sharp eyes.
"Tonight is the day you die!" The man in the silver mask spoke in a cold voice, revealing a hint of murderous intent.
"Hahahaha..." Feng Siniang heard this and laughed as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world. She laughed so hard that her body shook.
"There are countless people who want to kill us. But who are you to dare to speak so arrogantly?"
Feng Siniang spoke in a very arrogant tone.
"It's not your turn to ask this question yet, so take it!"
The man in the silver mask snorted coldly, and before he finished speaking, he suddenly drew out the long sword from his waist, let out an angry roar, and soared into the air like lightning, instantly arriving in mid-air.
He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and spiritual energy surged throughout his body, continuously gathering on the sword body. In an instant, the sword light shone in all directions with astonishing momentum.
Then, he swung his arm, and the long sword with an extremely sharp sword energy rushed towards Feng Siniang and the leader of the Baiguimen at the gate of the ruined temple.
However, the blow did not hit the two of them, but struck the ground with a devastating force. There was a loud "boom" and the entire ruined temple collapsed, filled with smoke and dust, and was a mess.
The Hundred Ghosts Sect hid on a tall sycamore tree in front of the ruined temple and watched the fight on the ground coldly.
However, Feng Siniang flew onto the collapsed roof of the dilapidated temple. She also took the long sword from the assassin beside her and soon started fighting with the man with the silver mask. The swords in their hands collided violently with each other.
However, Feng Siniang's swordsmanship seemed not as good as that of the man with the silver mask. When the two fought, Feng Siniang quickly fell into a disadvantage and had a lot of bruises on her body.
"You actually know how to use the Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers Sword Technique. There are not many people alive in this world who can use this Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers Sword Technique. Who are you?"
Feng Si Niang stared at the man in the silver mask with her eyes wide open.
The man in the silver mask didn't take him seriously at all and didn't even bother to say a word to him. He then launched a fierce attack on him again.
However, at this moment, Feng Wuhen and the leader of Baiguimen noticed that the mysterious man with the silver mask actually used the legendary Tiannv Scattering Flowers sword technique!
The two of them immediately looked at each other, and they knew in their hearts who the person in front of them was!
In an instant, the originally cold eyes of the leader of the Hundred Ghosts Sect became even colder than ice; and the light in Feng Wuhen's eyes also became deep and dark, and he cursed inwardly: "Damn Xie Hefan, how could this guy suddenly appear in the imperial city?"
Seeing Xie Hefan's figure, Feng Wuhen felt a strong sense of crisis. His mind kept replaying the scene in Baihua City when Xie Hefan often showed great courtesy to his own Momo.
When he thought of this, the chill emanating from Feng Wuhen's body involuntarily spread.
Jiang Yimo keenly sensed the coldness that suddenly emanated from Feng Wuhen. She couldn't help but frown slightly and asked softly, "Your Highness, what's wrong with you? Did you recognize the man wearing the silver mask?"
As she spoke, she lowered her voice to a level that only the two of them could hear.
Jiang Yimo stared at Feng Wuhen closely, her eyes full of curiosity, as if she wanted to find some clues from his expression.
Feng Wuhen quickly shook his head and replied firmly, "I don't know who he is."
After saying this, he looked back at the fight in front of him, as if he was thinking about something.
At this moment, Jiang Yimo was half-believing and half-doubting Feng Wuhen's words.
With a woman's unique intuition, she could almost conclude that Feng Wuhen must have recognized the man wearing the silver mask.
But for some reason, he seemed unwilling to tell the identity of the man in the silver mask.
However, since Feng Wuhen chose to remain silent, Jiang Yimo was unwilling to ask too many questions.
After all, everyone has their own privacy and difficulties. She thought that maybe the time has not come yet, and when the time is right, everything will come to light.
Despite this, Jiang Yimo still felt that the man wearing the silver mask always gave her an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if they had met him somewhere before.
This feeling became stronger and stronger, surging into her heart like a tide, making her feel confused and uneasy.
However, no matter how hard she tried to recall, the fragments of memory in her mind could not be pieced together into a complete picture, making it difficult for her to determine who the mysterious man with the silver mask was.
At the same time, Feng Siniang and the silver-faced man were fighting fiercely.
Feng Siniang held on tightly, even though the white clothes she was wearing were stained with blood, and it was obvious that Feng Siniang had many scars on her body and was gradually losing strength.
If the man with the silver mask took advantage of the situation to launch a fierce attack, Feng Siniang would probably be unable to withstand it, and defeat would only be a matter of time.
But what was surprising was that the leader of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, who was standing high on the top of the paulownia tree, was watching the fighting below with indifference and seemed to have no intention of helping at all.
His cold eyes were still fixed on the battle situation. He never cared about the lives of the weak, even though Feng Si Niang had been with him for so many years.