The black feathered arrow was like a hidden death in the dark night, and it suddenly appeared, and the scythe in his hand was waved. Blood splashes, and the music of harvesting life is played.

The He family's secret guard was worthy of daring to underestimate the existence of the Guoyi Battalion, although he did not have a perverted spiritual sense as powerful as Su Mo, but finally reacted as soon as possible after Su Mo's warning.

Among the four secret guards, two of them rushed towards Su Mo and He Yan without hesitation, trying to protect them closely

The remaining two reached out and pulled He Ying behind his back, using his body as a meat shield. The other man's feet flashed, and as he moved, he drew his sword and slashed at the arrow.

Ding!

The sound of the clash of gold and iron resounded through the night, and a field of sparks burst out at the same time. But just as he blocked this feathered arrow, several sharp whistlings sounded in the black shadow. This time, the guards finally changed their faces and showed despair in their eyes.

The arrow was like a clarion call, just a guide. And then it's the real killing, which is the simultaneous shooting of countless arrows!

Poof, poof

The muffled sound of a series of sharp weapons penetrating erupted, and the secret guard who first shot to block the feather arrows let out a terrible howl, and his body flew backwards violently, and a puff of blood mist also pulled out a blood mark.

With that moment, he was covered with feathered arrows from top to bottom, like a hedgehog. Accompanied by the tragic death of the first person, followed by the two people who ran out, almost at the same time, screamed, and fell down with blood all over their bodies.

He Ying was a little confused, how could she have experienced such a scene? It was during the battle of Xingxian before, at that time, because she was first smashed by a mountain rock, there was dust and fog everywhere, and she couldn't see the situation clearly. Even if I know that many people have died tragically, I haven't really seen it in the end.

Even if she rushed to kill all the way later, she had already been prepared, and she put all her mind on breaking through and escaping, how could she care to see who died or how she died? At that time, she was actually focused on Su Mo, only caring about fighting for her life, for fear that Su Mo would be hurt even a little.

And now, suddenly, in this quiet night, she saw with her own eyes that the person who had just been talking and laughing with her suddenly turned into a corpse, and this sudden and huge impact under the unpreparedness made her completely lose her mind.

The body staggered into a corner dragged by the secret guard, and suddenly the hand holding him trembled violently, and the next moment there was a strong force, pushing himself completely into the shadows.

"Xiao Gong!" she came back to her senses in an instant and shouted in horror. saw that the secret guard named Xiao Gong was whirling and fell. The young secret guard, until the last moment of his life, did not forget his duty, and tried to keep his broken body in front of her.

"Su Mo! Big brother!" He Ying burst into tears, pulled out her short sword with her backhand, and shouted in a hissed voice. It's just that in the blur of tears, everything is blurred by the night, where is there any Yan and Su Mo's shadow?

This is the side stopper, the desert pass that she had been looking forward to infinitely a moment ago. But the desert is lonely, and the magnificence of the sunset over the long river has not yet been seen, but I have first tasted the slaughter and cruelty of the desert.

At this moment, the place where they are located is the famous three-tree area in Yangjiacheng, and the area is open, which is the most suitable for viewing.

But it is precisely the case that it is also the most suitable place for ambush and killing. Because not only is the terrain open, except for a few broken walls, it is almost unobstructed.

Legend has it that this is the original old residence of the Yang family in the past, in order to commemorate those famous heroes, so no one dares to live in it.

Sparsely populated, but with an open terrain, isn't it a natural place for assassination?

He Ying's heart was about to jump out of her throat, and a great fear and sadness rose from the bottom of her heart. If something happens to the eldest brother, if something happens to Su Mo, then what's the point of her life?

Thinking of the haggard face of the old father at home, and then thinking of the loneliness and coldness of the person without his beloved, and Han Xing'er's sad and lifeless delicate......

Suddenly, He Ying's whole body was as if all the spirit and spirit had left her body, and her whole body withered like a walking corpse.

Let's die, if you want to die, let's die together. When he arrived on Huangquan Road, at least he could be by his side, as well as the care of his brother, and it was always good to face the grief of his relatives in the past. She didn't have the face to meet them, and she didn't dare to meet them.

Slowly stood up, didn't even notice that the short sword he was carrying fell off, and was about to walk out step by step. The heart is dead, so why should she care if the body dies?

The black feathered arrow did not appear again, and the silence around them returned to the place, as if it had been a nightmare for a moment before. If, if it weren't for the black-clothed men with hoods and hijabs that appeared silently all around.

The sword light suddenly rose, and among these people who seemed to be impermanence in the dark night, the closest one to her suddenly moved. The figure elongated strangely on the ground, drifting towards her like a distorted black smoke.

The scimitar, like a waning moon, suddenly appeared, with a mournful and enchanting light and shadow in the moonlight, slashing at her white neck without stopping.

Her dark eyes reflected a little light, and at this moment she calmed down, so much so that she could clearly distinguish that the scimitar was as thin as paper, as if it were illusory rather than real. But the sharpness of the cold and the murderous aura of the piercing skull made her know that it was not an illusion! It was really a sharp weapon that was extremely sharp, and it would take her life away after a breath.

"Be careful!"

"Little sister!

Suddenly, two terrible screams came from behind him. With the second shout, two figures rushed out of the shadows one after the other.

He Ying's delicate body was shocked, and her dead eyes flashed suddenly, and they lit up instantly. The whole person suddenly regained his vitality in an instant.

Trying hard to make a backward posture, ten years of hard work finally showed effect at this moment. In the last moment, the danger was able to avoid a flashing blade, but it was still left a slight blood mark on the pink neck by the cold knife qi.

The whole world suddenly changed from extremely static to extremely moving, and at the same time as the two figures behind him rushed out, the black-clothed people who looked like dead corpses in all directions instantly moved in unison, and in an instant, the three of them were surrounded in the middle.

And the man in black who attacked He Ying first, after a knife missed, a sneering light flashed in his eyes under the hood. The scimitar that slashed through the air suddenly flicked, and then the wrist flipped over, and the blade slashed straight down like lightning.

This knife was so fast that He Ying didn't even have a chance to stand up straight, and it was the end of disembowelment.

"Roar"

A thunderous roar suddenly erupted, and although it was low, it had a certain mysterious aura, so that all who heard it could not help but tremble, as if the low roar had not been heard from the ears, but suddenly burst out from the depths of their minds.

The sword light stopped so abruptly, no, not just the sword light, but everything around him, including the air, seemed to have stagnated for a moment.

This feeling is mysterious and mysterious, and it also makes people feel a kind of intense discomfort that is difficult to explain. It seemed to be a car that was running forward, and suddenly it stopped abruptly without warning, completely violating all theorems and cognitions.

And before this strange sense of stagnation dissipated, a figure appeared next to He Ying who was still leaning back as if out of thin air.

Then, a white fist slammed into the slashing blade.

Boom!

A crisp sound sounded, and at the same time as this sound, an even more incredible scene made everyone stunned, and they stopped all their movements unconsciously.

It was a puff of light, a puff of black light.

Yes, it's black, intense to the extreme, and pure to the extreme. Although the night is a black world, it shouldn't be more black, but the strange thing is that this black is so vivid in front of you, and it is so clear.

The source of the burst of light was the place where the fist and the scimitar struck. It was only a brief moment, not even a hundredth of a second, but it was very clear to everyone.

Su Mo grabbed He Ying's slender waist with one hand, and raised his fist with the other, still maintaining the posture of striking out. His face was pale and terrifying, and his chest was rising and falling sharply, showing how much the blow had taken on him. But only his eyes are unusually bright and abnormal, making people unconsciously feel a burning sensation between looking at each other, as if they are not seeing a pair of eyes, but two rounds of blazing sun.

At the most critical moment just now, he suddenly burst out all the power of his abilities in a hurry, and finally rushed to He Ying's side. Just rushing over couldn't stop that deadly scimitar.

Forgetful, he almost didn't want to throw a punch. As for whether it could withstand steel, at that moment, he completely forgot to think about it. All he wanted was to block it, as long as he could...

Maybe God really heard his thoughts, or maybe it was some kind of coincidence in the dark. The ring, the ring that Dad handed him through Zhang Yue, actually hit the blade first at this juncture.

As a result, the falling scimitar was dumb, and although it still hurt the fist under the ring, it was finally blocked. Even under the traction of an indescribable qi machine, the owner of the scimitar could no longer hold it, and in the eyes full of horror, he flew away, and after a bright color was slashed in the air, he did not know where it fell.

Suddenly there was a cry of surprise in the darkness, followed by a dull whistle of several syllables of varying lengths. The next moment, the black-clothed men around him turned around without hesitation, and there was no sound at all, but after two or three breaths, they disappeared into the night and were never seen again.

He Yan gasped for breath, walked over and stood with the two, turned his head to look around, opened his mouth to say something, but his body stiffened, and he looked forward tensively.

There, a man in black stood quietly, only a pair of glowing eyes shining under the hood, just watching quietly.

Looking at Su Mo, to be exact......