"Wait, grab the blade. Nanfeng turned and went back to his room.

The fat man entered the house and took a double hammer and urged, "What kind of baggage to take, it's important to save people, go quickly." ”

"Someone stole it, will you compensate me?" Nanfeng said casually.

"There's no one here. The fat man said.

"You go first, I'll be there right away. "Nanfeng is tied to the burden, it is okay to help others, but the premise of helping others is that you can't do it, you can't do it, there are important things such as the law seal in the baggage, it is all his net worth, those people in the barracks except Lu Pingchuan, no one is worthy of him to save at the cost of losing the burden, and the other party is obviously not going to Lu Pingchuan, because Lu Pingchuan is just a captain, not a general who the soldiers are shouting to protect.

The fat man ran slowly, the south wind was fast, and he jumped up outside the door, swept over, and landed on the city tower to look around.

The Liang army was stationed outside the south gate of the city, where it was hot and humid, most of the soldiers were sleeping on the ground, there were not many tents in the camp, and the chaos occurred in the middle of the camp in the northerly area, where the military tents were more concentrated, and the generals and officers lived.

At this time, a large number of soldiers had already rushed over from everywhere, bustling and crowded, and they couldn't see the specific situation clearly, only the approximate location of the purple qi of the cave abyss.

According to the location of the aura, the assassins were heading for the commander's camp, and some of the generals and colonels in the army were martial artists who practiced martial arts, and they also had a little spiritual energy cultivation, and those red auras around the purple qi should be them.

The fat man didn't notice that Nanfeng was standing on the city tower, and ran out of the city gate in a hurry.

The south wind shouted, but the fat man didn't hear it.

Nanfeng wanted to shout again, but after thinking about it, let him go, he has seen the ability of the fat man, the fifth weight of the eight golden bodies, and it is not so easy to die.

The fat man screamed and rushed into the crowd, like a hound rushing into a flock of chickens, the assassin was already killing in the crowd, and as soon as the fat man arrived, he was immediately driven out.

When the assassin jumped in the air, Nanfeng saw part of the situation of this person, the reason why it was part but not all of it, was because this person was wearing metal armor, protecting his body and head and face, this person was not tall, not very strong, but he used a heavy weapon, and a ghost-headed broadsword was at least sixty pounds.

Seeing that the Assassin was raising his spirit, the fat man immediately stepped on the ground and chased after him, but as soon as he jumped up, he was kicked down by the Assassin who turned around and kicked back.

After kicking the fat man away, the Assassin was energized and rushed towards the Shuai camp in a volley.

The fat man was beaten, but the Assassin's kick did not hurt him, and he eagerly got up and threw the Darkiron Female Hammer at the Assassin who was in mid-air.

Although the Assassin wore a heavy bronze helmet on his head, his eyes and ears were very sharp, and when he sensed the hammer flying, he raised his left arm and swung it outward, smashing the flying hammer back.

The fat man had eaten the tiger skin cicada, and the Assassin was obviously unaware of this, and although he struck the hammer back, he himself was slanted to the north by the powerful force.

The fat man withdrew the hammer and jumped to the front of the camp, waiting for the assassin to attack for the second time, and threw the hammer again.

Having learned from the previous experience, the Assassin no longer resisted the block, but instead volleyed sideways, dodging the hammer.

The fat man has been fighting with the south wind for a long time in the past few years, and his experience in the enemy has grown greatly, and he knows that the volley position cannot be very fast, so he turned around to help and threw the hammer out.

The assassin had just dodged the female hammer, and the male hammer was already close, and it was too late to dodge at this time, but this person reacted really quickly, and immediately returned to the chest of the knife, holding the handle of the knife in his right hand, and grasping the back of the knife in his left, and resisting the male hammer with the ghost-headed broadsword.

Although the blade of the ghost-headed broadsword was heavy, it could withstand the heavy hammer of the dark iron, and when the hand-to-hand combat was met, the broadsword immediately broke, and the hammer continued to die, hitting the assassin in the chest.

Although the assassin was hit, he did not panic, but volleyed backwards in the air to reduce the impact of the Darkiron Hammer.

Seeing that the fat man had the upper hand, Nanfeng didn't rush to make a move, for some reason, he felt a little familiar with the assassin's body and offensive and defensive moves, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while, but he was sure of one thing, that is, although the helmet this person was wearing was cast with the ornaments commonly used by barbarians, this person was by no means a barbarian rebel, this person should be a Han Chinese.

Moreover, the armor on this person's body was golden and shiny, and when it was brass casting, the time of melting and casting should not be too long.

The fat man lost his blade and rushed out to pick it up while the assassin was flipping back, and the assassin saw this, flipped his hand and threw out the broken tip of the knife.

The fat man just pushed away a few soldiers who were blocking the way, and the broken knife had arrived in front of him, and the fat man wanted to pick up the hammer as soon as possible, so he did not dodge and dodge, but shrugged his shoulders and raised his arms, and recited Sanskrit urgently.

While the fat man was reciting Sanskrit, he stabbed him in the chest with a broken knife, and it was not certain whether the fat man had finished reciting the Sanskrit mantra first or had stabbed him first.

After the broken knife stabbed the fat man, he immediately fell to the ground, and he didn't know if he broke the skin, at least he didn't get into the flesh.

However, looking at the fat man's distorted face, the taste should not be very pleasant, but at this time, there are all people around, the fat man has a good face, and he can't touch it, so he rushes forward a few steps, and picks up the Xuantie double hammer that has automatically gathered in one place from the crowd.

"Have you ever been injured?" The person who shouted was naturally Lu Pingchuan.

"No," shouted the fat man in response, "where's the skinny monkey?"

Lu Pingchuan didn't hear what the south wind said, only to see the fat man wielding a double hammer and rushing towards the assassin who rushed back.

Seeing that the fat man can withstand the other party's attack, Nanfeng is not in a hurry to make a move, the fat man's temper He knows that what he can do is the most annoying for others to interfere, to put it bluntly, he hates others to steal the credit, let him fight for a while, and wait for him to shout for help.

Seeing the fat man rushing forward, the assassin did not fight him head-on, but quickly dodged him before the fat man made a move, grabbed a spear that stabbed at him, dragged his foot, kicked the owner of the spear away, and rushed to the big tent with the spear from behind him.

At this time, a large number of soldiers and lieutenants had gathered around the big tent, and when they saw the arrival of the assassins, they waved their weapons and resisted indiscriminately.

The assassin didn't seem to be used to using a spear, so he stabbed a captain with a sword to death with a spear, gave up the spear, snatched the man's long sword in his hand, and angrily left the Lao Palace, swinging out a Xuanzi sword qi, and the sword qi came, killing the soldiers.

Seeing this person with a sword, Nanfeng felt more and more familiar, he must have seen this person before, as long as this person made a few more moves, he would be sure to distinguish what sect this person belonged to.

In fact, it doesn't take a few moves, half a move is enough, and the assassin leaned out of his right leg after forcing out the sword qi, leaning over to press the sword, this move is to close the momentum as soon as possible so that he can make another move, this is the move of Taiqing swordsmanship.

There is no doubt that this person is too Qingdao.

He had been in the Taiqing Sect before, except for those side branch sects, he knew almost all the purple qi real people of the Taiqing Sect, he had left the Taiqing Sect for more than five years, and those people who lived in the mountains and Daoists back then may have advanced to the cave abyss at this time, just based on cultivation, it is difficult to judge who this person is.

According to the body shape, firstly, this person is wearing heavy armor, which is not real, and secondly, the Han people are not tall, there were thirty-seven purple qi masters in Yuqingzong back then, only a few of them are more special, and the rest of the figures are almost the same.

As soon as the assassin succeeded, he immediately let go of his hand and buckled, corrected his sword to a backhand grip, and killed several more people when he returned to his sword.

The fat man pounced, and when he turned around to see the assassin wantonly killing, he threw the Darkiron Hammer again.

Throw it away, for fear of carrying the notoriety of sneak attacks, and shouting at the same time as throwing the hammer.

The assassin's cultivation is much higher than that of the fat man, that is, the fat man does not warn, and people can avoid it, but this time he avoids it more calmly.

The fat man took the opportunity to rush forward, retracted the hammer, and fought with the assassin in one place, the eight golden bodies were really a good kung fu, no need to defend at all, blindly attacking, the assassin found his flaws and kicked him one after another, and cut him two swords, but he couldn't help it.

In addition to the identity of this person, Nanfeng also has another question at this time, that is, what is the purpose of this person's assassination late at night, he came to the Shuai camp, naturally he wanted to kill the boss, that is, Yang Xuan, it can be seen that this person does not know who the real Chong Sun Qinglong is, or it may be that this person did not come to Chong Sun Qinglong this time, but just to kill the commander of the Liang army.

If this is the case, it doesn't make sense, just killing the commander of the Liang army, only benefiting the rebels, Taiqingzong and Yuqingzong teamed up to lay down the aura barrier, just to trap and kill the Chong Sun Qinglong, not to help the rebels.

However, there is another possibility, that is, Taiqing and Yuqing noticed that the aura barrier was destroyed, and when they couldn't determine who Chong Sun Qinglong was, they could only try their luck and kill the commander first, then the deputy marshal, and then a general.

But if this is the case, there shouldn't be only one person sent over, and it doesn't take sixty-four to come back, even if there are ten or eight, not to mention the commander and captain, even the captain of the building can kill not a single one.

Moreover, those who can advance to the cave abyss are all pivotal masters, but they don't care about face, and they won't do this kind of thing to hide their heads and tails, and they also wear armor, if this is spread out, they will be laughed at.

The fat man has rough skin and thick meat, and the assassin seems to have never encountered this kind of opponent who can't be killed and chopped, not afraid of fists and feet, not afraid of swords, and even sealing holes doesn't work, it's really a tiger eating the sky, and I don't know how to bite it.

The Dongyuan master was tired of coping, the fat man was so unhappy, he was haha, hey, jumping up and down, and the more he fought, the more brave he became.

Getting carried away is a common problem in the world, nine out of ten have this problem, and the fat man is no exception, lest others do not know that his hammer can fly back on its own, and frequently throws the hammer to attack the assassin with the sword.

Once he had figured out his routine, the Assassin found a way to restrain himself, and when he threw the hammer again, he spun around and struck the female hammer at the camp due south.

The tent was sewn from cowhide, and the hammer flew quickly, and the huge tent was lifted in one fell swoop.

In addition to Yang Yan, dozens of guards were also crowded in the tent, and when the tent cloth was lost, everyone was like a nest of rats that saw the light, panicked, and panicked.

The momentum of the hammer's forward charge waned, and she immediately flew backwards, and even the huge tent cloth was pulled back with her.

The fat man had already opened his posture and was ready to take the female hammer, but he never thought that the female hammer was dragging the tent back, and he was caught off guard and was covered.

Seeing this, Nanfeng immediately jumped out to the rescue, the cowhide was tough, it was covered by it as if it was stuffed into a sackcloth bag, the fat man had no sharp weapons, it was difficult to get out of trouble.

At the same time as the south wind jumped out, the assassin also moved, jumped towards the handsome camp that had lost the tent, kicked the illuminated brazier at the fat man, and then landed, swinging his sword at Yang Yan.

There was lamp oil in the brazier, and the fire broke out after it was sprinkled, the fat man helped others, but people didn't help him, and the surrounding soldiers were afraid of being burned by the fire, so they retreated and dodged, only Lu Pingchuan rushed forward to struggle and drag, trying to drag the burning cowhide tent from the fat man.

In fact, the fat man's eight-part golden body was already on fire, and the ordinary flames could not hurt him in a short time, but he was trapped in it, cramped and dim, and his breathing was not smooth, so as not to panic, and he struggled indiscriminately under the tension, but became tighter and tighter.

Nanfeng landed his sword and opened a few gaps in the tent, and when the fat man saw the light, he crawled out and looked around angrily, "Fuck." ”

As soon as the fat man's words fell, the guards had already begun to howl and mourn, and without asking, the coach Yang Yu had already been killed by the assassin.

Nanfeng helped Lu Pingchuan extinguish the flames on his body, tilted his head sideways, and saw that the assassin had already jumped up in the air and was throwing something into the air.

The Assassin threw what was like a firearm, which exploded high in the air and shone brightly.

As soon as the light flashed, the horns of urging troops sounded in the southwest and southeast directions.

By this time, the true purpose of the Assassin had been revealed, and this person had nothing to do with the Rushing Sun, but only to kill the commander and help the rebels against the Liang army.

The horn sounded five miles away, the horn sounded, and someone in the Liang army immediately shouted an order, "General Qingche led his troops to reject the left, General Pingnan led his troops to reject the right, and Zhenyuan and Anyuan responded in the center with the marshal." ”

The person who spoke out should be Deputy Marshal Chen Baxian, and the generals listened to the order, immediately obeyed it, reorganized their own departments, and lined up their troops.

The assassin threw out the firearm and did not flee immediately, but hovered in the air, frozen.

The fat man came back to his senses, scolded, and jumped up and threw the hammer.

The Assassin sensed the hammer coming, moved sideways, and swooped down to attack the fat man.

The south wind was on guard, waiting for the assassin to arrive, and he was about to strike.

At this moment, a rapid bell rang from the southwest.

The bell rang from the southwest woods, a hundred feet away, and when the bell rang, the assassin suddenly retracted, and his left palm sent out an aura to strike down and return to the air.

Nanfeng was already ready to attack, and when he saw that the assassin was attacking and borrowing strength, he knew that he was going to retreat, so he jumped up first, and swung his sword qi to force the assassin down, "Entangle him." ”

When the fat man heard this, he wielded a heavy hammer to fight the assassin, tilted his head, and found that Nanfeng did not come down to help, but swept southwest, "What are you doing?"

Nanfeng didn't answer, the fat man was not a person from the Daomen, and he was not familiar with the Daomen spells, but he was, if he hadn't heard it wrong, the bell that sounded in the forest just now should be the sound of the soul-attracting bell.

Soul bells are usually used to chase away corpses, but they can also be used to control lost souls, and it is unknown whether the Assassin is dead or alive, but one thing is certain, and that is that the person is controlled by someone else.

The fat man had suffered a loss before, shouting and fighting with the assassin, seeing him like this, Nanfeng eagerly turned around, "Don't hurt him." ”

"Ah!" the fat man grinned, "Why?"

"He may well be an old man who has been kind to me......"