Martial Arts Assassin Master

Chapter 85 The Killing Knife
The shopkeeper of the inn is a middle-aged man with a mustache, smiling all over his face: "Guest officer, do you want to stay in the inn?"

Zhao Fanxing nodded: "That's right, we want some rooms."

With that said, the two discussed the price and paid the money.

The shopkeeper said respectfully: "Guest officer, here is the key, the room is above, please go in by yourself."

Zhao Fanxing glanced around and asked, "You are the only shopkeeper in the entire inn?"

The shopkeeper nodded: "Yes, business is not doing well now, so I will fire the guy to save some wages."

Zhao Fanxing expressed understanding: "I understand."

After speaking, everyone came to their respective rooms.

The room was fairly clean and the beds were neatly made.

Running all the way, Zhao Fanxing wanted to take a bath and relax.

But just when he was about to take off his clothes, relying on his deep internal strength, he sensed someone nearby.

Zhao Fanxing immediately became alert, instead of undressing and resting, he closed his eyes and listened to the sound to identify his position.

"Xiao Li Flying Knife!" Soon, he judged the direction, and a flying knife came out of his hand like an arrow leaving the string.

"Ah!" A scream came, and a man in black fell into the house from the window, with a throwing knife stuck in his throat, his eyeballs protruding, and he died of exhaustion.

The rest of the men in black also jumped over from all around at this time, and surrounded Zhao Fanxing.

They all held short knives tightly in their hands, and their eyes were full of hostility.

Zhao Fanxing asked: "Are you from Shenying Palace?"

The killers sneered: "Zhao Shaoxia, since you know our identities, why don't you just arrest us?"

Zhao Fanxing asked back: "Then you can do it, and I will wait for you."

Seeing this, a killer immediately swung a dagger and slashed at his back.

Zhao Fanxing did not turn around, but took out the throwing knife and threw it behind him.

"Whoosh!" The cold light flashed, and a small blood hole appeared in the killer's chest, and blood kept gushing out.

His eyes were full of horror, and he collapsed to the ground, and soon died of exhaustion.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding assassins felt heavy in their legs and did not dare to move a step forward.

Zhao Fanxing asked: "What? Aren't you here to kill me? Why don't you dare to move all of a sudden?"

The killers pointed their knives at him: "Your hidden weapons are too powerful, we are no match at all."

Zhao Fanxing said: "Since you know you are not your opponent, why don't you run away? Wait until I kill you all?"

The killer had a fierce look in his eyes: "Hmph, we can't kill you, but others may not."

Before the words were finished, the tiles on the roof suddenly scattered and fell, and a figure also came from the air, hitting Zhao Fanxing's vitals directly on the top of his head.

He didn't look up, but took out the throwing knife and threw it upwards.

"Whoosh!" Seeing that the situation was not good, the enemy hurriedly flipped back to avoid the attack.

But he was still a step too slow, his right shoulder was cut by a flying knife, dripping with blood.

Then, a short-haired man wearing a red shorts and covering his face appeared in front of Zhao Fanxing.

He also held a green scimitar in his hand, which seemed to be poisonous.

Zhao Fanxing asked; "Does your shoulder hurt?"

The short-haired man said: "Young Xia Zhao, your concealed weapon skills are really superb. I wanted to sneak attack, but I was wounded by you instead."

Zhao Fanxing looked at his opponent: "If you are not afraid of death, I can fulfill you right now."

The short-haired man smiled wryly: "Of course I am afraid of death, but if I don't kill you, I will be killed by the master when I return to Shenying Palace."

Zhao Fanxing asked: "Then why don't you abandon the dark and turn to the bright?"

Short-haired man: "Haven't you heard the saying that people can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes?"

"Lengyue Saber Technique!" Before the words finished, the short-haired man flew towards him, and the scimitar in his hand slashed his chest and throat with a backhand.

The same is true for the surrounding Shenying Palace killers. They all brandished short knives and attacked from behind, trying to take advantage of their numbers to kill Zhao Fanxing in one fell swoop.

"Death-killing fan of knives!" Zhao Fanxing stood on the spot without moving an inch, raised his right hand, and seven flying knives flew towards him in seven directions, forming a fan of knives.

"Whoosh, whoosh!" Seeing this, the killer rushing to the front hastily jumped sideways to dodge.

But they were still a step too slow, and were hit in the throat by the flying knife.

After piercing the throat of one person, the throwing knife continued to fly backwards, piercing the body of the second person, and so on, until it shot into the wall at the end.

Most of the enemies didn't even have time to scream, they fell into a pool of blood and died completely.

The short-haired man was also forced to retreat by Zhao Fanxing's move, and had to wave a machete to resist.

"Dang!" His martial arts were higher and he successfully blocked Zhao Fanxing's throwing knife.

But the flying knife continued to fly forward, brushed against his scimitar, and cut the back of his hand holding the knife.

"Oh!" The short-haired man jumped back with fear in his eyes.

Zhao Fanxing smiled: "It seems that if the Divine Shadow Palace wants to deal with me, it will have to send stronger experts."

The short-haired man exclaimed: "Your throwing knife is too scary."

Zhao Fanxing cupped his hands and said: "Your Excellency, I only used part of my strength. I hope you will retreat in spite of difficulties."

The short-haired man shouted: "I don't believe you have no flaws!"

Before the words fell, he rushed over.

"Lengyue strikes again!" The enemy jumped up high, and the green scimitar in his hand also descended from top to bottom, and slashed at the top of Zhao Fanxing's head.

He immediately drew his sword out of its sheath and blocked it with his backhand.

"Dang!" After a crisp sound, he blocked the enemy's scimitar.

At the same time, Zhao Fanxing raised his left hand, and a flying knife flew out from his fingertips, attacking the enemy's throat.

The short-haired man immediately spun around in the air to avoid the attack.

"Shua..." The flying knife brushed across his left shoulder and shot into the tiles.

The left shoulder of the short-haired man was also dripping with blood.

He fell to the ground with despair in his eyes.

Zhao Fanxing said: "Admit defeat, tell me about the Shenying Palace, and I can spare you."

The short-haired man roared: "Hmph, I would never say that."

Before he finished speaking, he waved the scimitar in his hand and released hundreds of sword energy, flying towards Zhao Fanxing's chest and lower abdomen.

Zhao Fanxing immediately used the "Six Meridians Excalibur", waved his fingers, and used the "Shaoze Sword", "Shaochong Sword" and "Shangyang Sword" to resist with three flexible sword qi.

"Bang bang bang!" The three sword qi flew back and forth in the air, dispelling all the enemy's sword qi.

The short-haired man also flew over at this moment, wielding the scimitar with his backhand, and struck hundreds of blows from bottom to top.

Every knife is aimed at Zhao Fanxing's lower abdomen, trying to cut him open.

"Strong Vajra Finger!" But he did not dodge, but stretched out five fingers of his right hand, grabbed the enemy's blade and held it in the palm of his hand.

The attack of the short-haired man was completely blocked and he could not continue to attack.

Then, Zhao Fanxing raised his left hand, and a flying knife flew out of his hand and flew towards the enemy.

"Whoosh!" The short-haired man couldn't dodge, but was pierced through the heart by this knife.

(End of this chapter)