On the night of the full moon, two figures ran fast against the surface of the lake, and after half burning incense, they jumped into the woods on the shore of the canal......

Mu Qianjun walked on the surface of the lake with the wind feather in one hand, allowing him to experience the peerless light skill of treading water without a trace......

Feng Jueyu had long seen that Mu Qianjun's skills were not low, but he still didn't expect him to be so much stronger than himself, not to mention that Mu Qianjun's body was comparable to Bodhidharma's ancestor crossing the river with a reed, and when he entered the woods along the lake and climbed to the top of Lianlang Mountain with Feng Jueyu, the faint blue light on his body was even more illustrative. net

This guy is actually a master of the Heavenly Martial Realm, although the blue light is slightly dim, showing his beginner level, after all, he is also a master of the Heavenly Martial Realm. This girl is really not an ordinary person.

Along the way, Feng Jueyu was carried in Mu Qianjun's hand like a chicken, feeling the awe-inspiring cold wind blowing on the lake, and couldn't help but secretly speak, this guy is in his early 20s and less than 30, and he has actually reached the sixth realm of the seven realms of martial arts, and he is really strong enough.

Flying to the top, Mu Qianjun didn't speak, looked around for a relatively hidden position and stopped, settled Feng Jueyu, and said: "Brother, you wait here for a while, and when Mu Mou has cleaned up the opponent, he will send you away......"

Feng Jueyu looked around and nodded slightly: "The moon is dark and the wind is high on the night of killing, and it is a good place for a duel......"

"Good eye. Mu Qianjun smiled, his expression was not nervous and restrained on the eve of the war, but faintly filled with excitement and excitement, thinking that this guy was also a brave and ruthless master, and no matter how big the scene was, he had experienced many times.

Mu Qianjun pointed to Lian Lang and Wu and said: "The water of the canal here flows from the upstream to the place where Xilin must pass, on the other side of the mountain, that is, behind us, there is a diversion, which is the main river of Tiannan, and the cargo ships of the merchants and the warships of the military department must go up the river and turn to the west. ”

Feng Jueyu also saw it, the mouth of the two mountains, the terrain is dangerous, the other river tributary is blocked because there is no mountain, the terrain is sloping, the water of the countercurrent is extremely turbulent, if you go west, to the branch here, no matter how big the ship is not an inch, no matter what things are transported on the ship, as long as someone sets up an ambush, even if there are more garrisons, the chance of being broken is also very large.

Feng Jueyu nodded again and again and asked, "Brother Mu, you will choose a place when you arrive." ”

Mu Qianjun shook his head and smiled: "This is wrong, the place was not chosen by me, and I can't help it......"

It's not you who choose, it's your opponent who chooses, Feng Jueyu nodded secretly, and hid in the grass without making a sound, looking at the stars and moon.

As the Evil Emperor and the King of Killers, Feng Jueyu knew that this was a critical moment for Mu Qianjun, and with the big war coming, a master needed to adjust his mentality and adjust his psychology to the best degree in order to give full play to his own strength.

He didn't want to disturb Mu Qianjun, so he directly chose to be silent.

Mu Qianjun glanced at Feng Jueyu with a sharp heart, nodded silently, and in an instant, the lazy posture on his body disappeared completely, replaced by a mighty and iron-blooded heroic meaning.

Mu Qianjun, who is like a javelin, is full of blood, with long hair flying and a straight posture, as if he is in harmony with heaven and earth.

There was a surging sound of the water of the canal at the top of Lianlang, and it seemed that thousands of troops and horses were galloping on the battlefield, and Mu Qianjun was the iron-blooded general and the vanguard in front of the battlefield on this battlefield, which was unmatched.

At this moment, the grass not far away was the sound of "whooshing" sharp air cutting through the air, and Feng Jieyu turned his head slightly, and saw more than fifty people suddenly appearing behind him.

These people are all fierce and energetic, rushing from all directions, stepping on a rhythmic, almost uniform pace,

Their breathing was steady, and they sped on the grass without leaving a trace, like a swift wind, extremely fast......

Feng Jueyu, the hiding place of these fifty people, had already discovered it, but he pretended not to know, but after using his powerful insight and sensing ability to distinguish it, he actually found the same incomparably thick blood qi on them as Mu Qianjun.

Unlike the killers, the blood on their bodies is full of masculinity and domineering, which makes people shudder, no need to ask, these people must have been brought by Mu Qianjun, and they are all from the army, real iron-blooded soldiers.

Fifty people quickly stood behind Mu Qianjun, like a monument that could not be destroyed by wind and rain, standing still......

After calming down for a while, Mu Qianjun spoke: "All the soldiers listen to the order, the Tiannan tributary canal is five miles away, and once you find a suspicious person, you will be killed." Ensure that the Shangguanjia cargo ship goes retrograde for thirty miles, and there is no one who misses the ......"

"Yes......"

There was only one person who responded, but it seemed to descend to everyone's heart, they had no expression, and disappeared without a trace like a ghost.

The one who walked was the one standing at the front, his hand holding a thick long blade wrapped in coarse cloth, looking at the shape of a spear or a spear, and respectfully lifting his hands to Mu Qianjun's hand, and then Zuihou left.

Listening to Mu Qianjun's order, Feng Jueyu's heart was shocked, to ensure that the cargo ship of Shangguanfu was safe? They are here to pick up the goods? What kind of goods do they need to be escorted by a group of iron-clad soldiers?

The Mu family has heard of it, and the first military god of the Tiannan Empire is surnamed Mu, the emperor's town is far away, the hussar general, and Mu Zhong's soul. The famous No. 1 general in Tiannan.

Mu Qianjun, could it be that he is a member of the Mu family?

In shock, Feng Jueyu had almost determined Mu Qianjun's identity, if it weren't for the Mu family's iron army and the Mu family's son, how could they train such elite soldiers, Mu Qianjun, Mu family, didn't run away.

At the same time, Feng Jueyu even linked Xiao Yuanshan's discovery to tonight's events, Shangguan Mansion had a batch of important goods to be shipped out, so he set off tonight, and someone from the Mu Family Iron Army, who was far away in the western Xinjiang to resist Dayu, actually ran back to Tiannan, if these two things were not related, he would not believe it in killing the Wind Killer.

"It seems like it's been a bad night. Feng Jueyu's pupils shrank.

At this moment, a strange figure was refracted under the bright silver moon in the distant sky, and it quickly fell on the top of Wupan Mountain.

Same as Mu Qianjun, at the moment that person appeared, Feng Jueyu smelled a surge of blood, but this person's blood was different, contrary to Mu Qianjun's masculine and domineering blood, this person's blood was extraordinarily cold and vicious.

If Mu Qianjun is a tiger, then man is a poisonous snake,

If Mu Qianjun is a javelin, he is a cold arrow,

For this smell, Feng Jueyu is all too familiar, the person who came is not an iron-blooded soldier, but a peer through and through, a typical killer......

This is the first peer Feng Jueyu has seen in the Taixuan Continent, and the first time he has met a peer with good strength.

The killer who can make an appointment with Mu Qianjun is definitely not low in cultivation, Feng Jueyu unconsciously pursed his mouth, he wanted to see how far the killers in the Taixuan Continent were compared to himself.

As a killer, Feng Jueyu is proficient in all the methods used to make assassination and mission successful, and can literally make every discipline artistic.

Killing is an art, not like a beast that only shows its hideous fangs, it contains an understanding of everything in the world, and it is meticulous enough to use the existence of everything around you to help you complete the task of killing.

Even a single piece of grass on the ground has a place to play......

"Mu Qianjun. The killer on the other side was the first to speak, his tone leaning towards femininity, revealing the aura that only a poisonous snake can exude.

Undoubtedly, this kind of person is indeed suitable to be a killer, because he does not have any emotions related to human beings, but it is precisely because of this that he will never be a peak killer, let alone the king of killers.

Sitting in the grass, Feng Jueyu adjusted his breath to the lowest point, although the impermanence of life and death divine skill he cultivated was operating in the body, this kung fu was still different from the exercises on the Taixuan Continent, and the purple platinum blue orange blue green of the Seven Realms of the martial arts was not suitable for the impermanence of life and death divine skill at all.

Coupled with Feng Jueyu's more than twenty years of experience as the King of Killers, as long as he doesn't want to, few people will find out about his existence, even Mu Qianjun and that feminine man.

Feeling the snake-like temperament of the feminine man, as well as the contempt emanating from the shallow tone of his tone, Feng Jueyu knew that although this person was a killer, he was by no means a master among the killers.

A real killer will not underestimate any opponent, even if there is a difference between the two, as a killer, he must be like a lion pounced on the opponent in the simplest, fastest and most labor-saving way, which is the most basic essence of a killer.

And the person on the other side completely ignored this most important point.

So, he can't......

Rational analysis allowed Feng Jueyu to assert this person's ability, but again, he would not ignore the foundation of this Shijie killer, which was the realm of martial arts.

Maybe they are arrogant because they have mastery in their bodies, which is fundamentally different from the environment in which they lived in their previous lives.

So for the time being, Feng Jieyu couldn't determine who was stronger and weaker between him and Mu Qianjun, so that he could deduce the outcome of this duel.

The feminine man let out a creepy hoarse laugh: "Mu Qianjun, I knew that the opponent would be you when I came, you really didn't disappoint me, you came all the way from Yuecheng to intercept me, it seems that this batch of materials from Shangguan Mansion is really important to Mu Jiajun." ”

Mu Qianjun looked at the other party coldly, and replied in a low and thick voice: "Words are lifeless, less nonsense, if you want to move my army's supplies, first ask me about the silver gun in my hand." ”

"Choke!"

As soon as the words fell, Mu Qianjun took off the coarse cloth tightly wrapped around the blade in his hand, revealing a silver spear that shone brightly.

Through the moonlight, the shining head of the silver spear refracted an intoxicating luster, and the sharpness of the tip of the spear seemed to stir up layers of indestructible sharpness, rushing into the sky.

Feng Jieyu instantly remembered that this gun had a very attractive name.

Iron and Silver Gun!

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