“Nice knife!”

Looking at the Embroidered Spring Sword which still shone with its cold light and showed no sign of damage at all, Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The reason why he chose to climb into this attic, besides because he was annoyed with the fat man who was planning to smelt copper, was mainly because he found an acquaintance in the next room.

He is the protagonist of the "Embroidered Spring Knife" series of films, Jinyiwei General Shen Lian.

Looking at Shen Lian who was holding a long sword and ready for battle in front of him, Lin Zhongtian smiled, stood up slowly, placed his right hand lightly on the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled out the long sword from the table.

“Zheng——”

The friction sound between the sword blade and the scabbard slowly sounded.

While looking at himself on the sword's edge, Lin Zhongtian said slowly, "Master Shen, why are you so anxious? Don't you want to know how I know your name?"

"Humph, how else can I know that? I must have overheard it in the Music Bureau!"

"Then Lord Shen, you think highly of yourself!" Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but laugh and shook his head, saying calmly, "I'm not bragging, a mere Jinyiwei general flag is not worthy of my attention."

Faced with such contemptuous words, Shen Lian didn't care at all.

His expression remained calm, showing no signs of emotion.

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to answer, Lin Zhongtian smiled and continued, "Sir Shen, I have a friend who is an old acquaintance of yours. He often boasts about your martial arts to me, saying that your martial arts are amazing and not inferior to his. Staying in this Jinyiwei as a general flag is really a bit of a waste of talent..."

"Oh? Why didn't Shen remember having such an old acquaintance?"

"Haha, Lord Shen is very busy, so it's normal that he doesn't remember my friend."

"You are joking, my Lord. I am only a general flag officer. In this huge capital city, I am just a--"

“Woo woo woo!”

Before he finished speaking, a vague sound suddenly came from the corner.

It turned out to be the fat official who was tied up. Seeing that the person he thought was his savior was actually chatting with the murderer, he couldn't help but get anxious and made some noise in an attempt to remind Shen Lian.

Shen Lian glanced at him and immediately changed the subject, no longer chatting with Lin Zhongtian.

"Don't panic, sir. Shen Lian will rescue you now."

Shen Lian said in a deep voice, while slowly stepping forward with the Embroidered Spring Knife in hand.

“Woo woo!”

The tied-up official nodded quickly with a hopeful look on his face.

Lin Zhongtian sneered and subconsciously glanced at the official in the corner.

The time is now!

A cold light flashed in Shen Lian's eyes. Taking advantage of the moment when Lin Zhongtian's attention was distracted, he quickened his pace and swung his sword forward.

The sharp blade light cut through the air and came towards him with a whistling wind.

Lin Zhongtian came back to his senses instantly, and raised the sword in his hand, directly colliding with the sharp Xiuchun Knife.

“Sizzle—”

The blade and the sword collided with each other, splashing a series of sparks.

After missing the first strike, Shen Lian quickly drew his sword, using the force of the rebound to raise the Xiuchun Sword in his hand high. At the same time, he lowered his waist, straddled his horse, shouted loudly, and chopped at Lin Zhongtian's head with the force of splitting Mount Hua.

In the "Blade of the Assassin" series of films, although the protagonist Shen Lian is not the one with the strongest martial arts skills, he is the most adaptable one.

This is due to his many years of battlefield career, in which he has accumulated a lot of combat experience, which has made his perception of danger and sense of battle extremely keen.

In this regard, no other character in "The Blade of the Assassin" can compare to him.

Even Ding Xiu, the ceiling of combat power, is slightly inferior.

Therefore, when he swung this fierce, powerful, and unstoppable sword, he had naturally already taken into account Lin Zhongtian's possible responses.

At this time, in front of Lin Zhongtian was a desk with a guqin placed on it, and behind him was a wall. There was a brass warm lamp on each side. There was no space to move at all, so he could only choose to endure it.

When the single-edged Xiuchun Knife collides with the double-edged long sword, the latter is usually the one that suffers.

Not to mention that Shen Lian used the force to split Huashan style, and Lin Zhongtian could only resist by lifting his head.

The combination of various factors gave Shen Lian's sword an advantage.

It’s a pity that although Shen Lian had calculated the timing and location, he never expected that the other party actually had someone else to help him.

Lin Zhongtian really had no intention of dodging. He just sneered, and the long sword in his hand collided fiercely from bottom to top in an extremely awkward posture with the Embroidered Spring Knife that was chopped down with all its strength.

“clang——”

A teeth-grinding sound of metal collision was heard, and terrifying power instantly erupted from the sword edge.

Shen Lian was unable to defend himself, the Embroidered Spring Sword in his hand bounced high up, and he kept backing away.

But after taking only a few steps back, Shen Lian pushed forward with his right foot and steadied his body.

Then, Shen Lian looked down and was horrified.

He saw a crescent-shaped gap suddenly appear on the Xiuchun sword that had accompanied him for many years. The right hand holding the handle began to tremble because of the terrifying force and he could hardly hold the sword.

“What a pity.”

Lin Zhongtian's voice, tinged with regret, came from the front.

Shen Lian immediately raised his head and found that the situation of the sword in the opponent's hand was even more serious.

Not only was there a piece missing from the blade, but there were also several clear cracks on the sword.

Seeing this scene, Shen Lian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He gritted his teeth, took out a handkerchief from his arms, and used his left hand to tightly tie the knife handle and his trembling right hand together.

Lin Zhongtian curled his lips, sheathed his sword, then put his left hand behind his back, leaving only his right hand, which was as white as bone, extended.

"Come on!" Lin Zhongtian said with a chuckle.

Shen Lian did not dare to be careless. He gritted his teeth and was about to continue fighting when he suddenly paused, his face looking a little gloomy and he froze in place.

Lin Zhongtian also raised his eyebrows and turned to look at the door.

Suddenly, there were bursts of hurried footsteps outside the door, and it sounded like there were at least dozens of people.

Then, the doors of the rooms on the same floor were kicked open one by one. Screams of women and shouts of men were heard in the corridor, as if someone was searching each room one by one.

Soon, the same sound was heard from the next room.

Shen Lian's face changed and he couldn't help but look up at Lin Zhongtian.

Lin Zhongtian knew what he was worried about, smiled, raised his hand and said, "Please do as you please, sir."

Shen Lian no longer hesitated, gritted his teeth, turned around and quickly left the room.

But before he could walk out of the room, Shen Lian stopped at the door, holding a long knife, and slowly retreated step by step.

When he retreated into the room, a middle-aged man with black hair and graying temples slowly appeared at the door, holding a knife in his hand. He glanced at him indifferently, then looked past Shen Lian and into the room.

Looking at the familiar face in the room that he had been thinking about day and night, the middle-aged man couldn't help but smile.

"I finally caught you!"

"Do you know how long I have been looking for you, Fu Qingyun?"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man's face changed, he waved his right hand, and shouted: "Catch him for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of officers and soldiers suddenly rushed out from behind the middle-aged man.

Half of the officers and soldiers rushed into the room with swords in hand, while the rest, armed with bows and crossbows, spread out in the corridor outside the door, aiming the powerful crossbows in their hands at Lin Zhongtian in the room through the thin wooden wall.