Faced with Ying Ziyu's question, the man in black was unmoved. Its body was nimble like that of an ape, and the dagger in his hand was once again aimed at the fish stinging of Yingzi.

Ying Ziyu, who fought with people for the first time, realized that he needed a weapon very much.

Ying Ziyu used his dexterity to pull the black-clothed arm away when the dagger was approaching, and the black-clothed man's body was also tilted to the side.

Ying Ziyu would not miss the opportunity, his body instantly approached the man in black, and his fingers and claws locked his throat, and pushed his body forward with force until his whole body was pressed against the wall.

The black cloth raised the dagger and was about to stab Ying Ziyu in the back, but he heard the young man with clear eyebrows in front of him say coldly: "You want to see who moves fast?"

Then Heiyi only felt that the cold palm that locked his throat was instantly forced, and the sharp pain and suffocation sensation instantly spread throughout his body, causing his hand holding the dagger to freeze in mid-air.

Ying Ziyu tore off the man's face covering, revealing a shriveled middle-aged man's face.

"I'll only ask you once for each question, and every time you answer you, you only have one breath to organize the language, otherwise I'll send you on your way!" Ying Ziyu said viciously.

The middle-aged man nodded, looking scared of death.

"How many of you are there?"

"Twelve!"

"Is everyone's strength as bad as yours?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he scolded his mother in his heart, but he still replied within the specified time: "Six third-grade martial arts cultivators, and the other six are first-grade martial arts cultivators like me." ”

"What are you here for?"

"Ordered to rob the city lord's daughter!"

"What are you doing with her?"

"The family hopes to use her to force Wenyu to hand over the management of the twelve mountains that began with Shangqian and ended in Shangkun. ”

"Then why don't you do it before they get to Crescent City?"

"The family only found out that the city lord's daughter would arrive in Crescent City from outside the city today, but they did not find out their whereabouts, so they could only set up an eyeliner at the city gate to determine the route of the target after entering the city. ”

"There is a huge risk of robbing people in the city, why do you only send this little manpower and the strength is low?"

"The high-level of the family got the news that the city lord Wen Yu himself was a powerful cultivator, and the family was worried that the violent Xuanyuan fluctuations when the two sides fought would be noticed by Wen Yu and his previous efforts would be lost, so he only sent Wu Xiu to act. And the people in the clan are majoring in spirits, and there are few people who have made achievements in martial arts......"

Ying Ziyu interrupted the man's unfinished words, and his eyes narrowed in a dangerous arc: "Last question, you are just a first-grade martial arts cultivator, and you should be an insignificant figure in the family clan whose strength is so hard that you dare to argue with the lord of a city, so why do you know so much?"

The middle-aged man saw that Ying Ziyu's face was not good, and his voice gradually became cold, and he suddenly became frightened: "This... I don't know, but one of the elders of the clan is in action to inform all of us involved about this, and that if you are captured, you can tell the truth to save your life!"

"Which family are you from?" Ying Ziyu looked directly at the helpless poor worm, and was already thinking about letting him go safely later.

It's just that Ying Ziyu didn't wait to hear the answer, but saw the middle-aged man's pupils suddenly widen.

Immediately afterwards, Ying Ziyu only heard the sound of breaking wind behind him, and his back was numb.

Ying Ziyu immediately made a decision, let go of the middle-aged man and dodged to the side.

I only heard a pop, and when Ying Ziyu looked back at the middle-aged man, the latter's throat had been pierced by a sharp arrow made of black iron.

The man who shot the arrow thought that his arm was extremely strong, and the strength of the bow in his hand was also extremely domineering, and this arrow was not only accurate, but also fierce, and the arrow pierced the wall after penetrating the middle-aged man's throat, and now only the feather part of the arrow was left outside, and it was dripping with sticky blood.

Ying Ziyu turned his head to look in the direction where the arrow was fired.

I saw that on top of a high wall, a tall black-clothed masked man was looking at Ying Ziyu with sharp eyes, holding a bow in his left hand and touching the arrow box with his right hand.

"I'll just say, in addition to scouts and assassins, there are so few archers in the sneak attack!"

Ying Ziyu said as he quickly snatched the dagger from the dead man's hand, and pulled out the iron arrow by the way.

After the iron arrow was drawn, the corpse fell limply to the ground.

Ying Ziyu didn't have time to pay more attention, and another piercing whistling sound sounded.

Ying Ziyu directly threw the blood-stained iron arrow in his hand towards the arrow that shot at him like black lightning.

The two arrows collided together in mid-air with unmistakable accuracy, flashing countless sparks and making a crisp clanging sound.

Then, Ying Ziyu's arrow was directly bounced away, and the direction of the iron arrow shot by the archer shifted slightly, but it was still shot towards Ying Ziyu.

In the desperate situation, Ying Ziyu could only rely on instinct to dodge to the side as much as possible.

Then, the three-foot-long iron arrow grazed the shoulders of Ying Ziyu and shot more than a foot into the wall.

With that iron arrow as the center, a bowl-sized gap was blown into the wall.

Ying Ziyu only felt a burning pain in his left shoulder, but he didn't have time to check the injury.

Seeing that the archer, who was thirty meters away from him, bent his bow and arrows again, Ying Ziyu hurriedly rushed towards it.

"I'm not proficient in the Wind Curse though!"

Running at full speed, Ying Ziyu gritted his teeth and said, stretching out two fingers of his right hand to wipe the wound on his left shoulder, stained with his own blood.

"But now I can't take care of it so much!"

Ying Ziyu approached within ten meters of the archer at this time, and his steps began to become tortuous, not to approach, but to dodge.

The archers are constantly trying to lock onto their targets, but find it difficult to do so for a while.

The footsteps did not stop, and Ying Ziyu's blood-stained fingers quickly drew in front of him.

"Ten thousand beginnings flow, the wind becomes the wind, the wind curse!"

As soon as Ying Ziyu's shouting fell, the sketching action on his hand also stopped.

At this time, in front of Ying Ziyu, a huge cyan ancient wind character was quietly suspended.

"It's done!" Ying Ziyu was overjoyed.

The archer took advantage of Ying Ziyu's sluggish movements at this time to complete the lock, and his right hand suddenly released, and the arrow shot out of the string.

The sharp whistling sound started again, and the scalp of Yingzi fish instantly went numb. But he had no other way at this time, facing the direction from which the arrow was fired, and his body passed directly through the wind word without dodging or dodging.

As soon as it came into contact with Yingziyu's body, the cyan ancient style character disappeared in an instant. On the other hand, there is an extra cyan pattern on the limbs and face of the Yingziyu.

And the arrow was only one step away from Ying Ziyu.

"You're done!" said the archer, so indifferently.

Then, the next moment, he saw the body of Ying Ziyu, who was dressed in red, turn into a red afterimage. And the iron arrow he shot only grazed the incomparably illusory edge of the red afterimage and passed through without any obstacles, and did not hit any target.

On the other hand, the red shadow, after avoiding the arrows, did not slow down, and came directly towards itself.

The archers scrambled to draw three arrows from their receivers at the same time, not having time to aim accurately, and shooting arrows as soon as they caught the direction of the red shadow.

Then, he saw that none of the three arrows had missed their target.

"Haven't you heard of the Wind Curse?"

A cold voice rang in the archer's ears, causing him to stiffen his head to look to his side.

At this time, the young man in red was already standing by his side, and a dagger was held against his neck by his backhand.

"What is the Wind Curse?" the archer spoke stiffly, his voice hoarse.

"One of the Qimen techniques I have practiced is transformed into the wind and goes with the flow!" Ying Ziyu said calmly, the dagger lightly brushed the neck of the third-rank martial artist, and a fountain of blood suddenly gushed out, taking away his life.

The last words that this third-rank martial artist heard when he was about to leave this world was Ying Ziyu's sigh: "The crossbow soldier is more important than speed, not strength. As an earth-type warrior, you are strong in flesh and good at strength, so you should choose a heavy weapon that matches your characteristics, so you will not be planted in my hands. Remember it for the rest of my life!"

Looking at the lifeless archer who fell in a pool of blood under the wall, Ying Ziyu shook his head and did not feel senseless pity, leaning over to pick up the black iron longbow.

"It's heavy!"

The longbow is heavy in the hand, cold in the hand, and although there is no gorgeous decoration on the bow, Ying Ziyu can't put it down after weighing it a few times.

Then Ying Ziyu unloaded the arrow box from the dead body again, and turned it on his back, feeling comfortable.

"It's good, it's fun!"

Ying Ziyu was beautiful, but he saw that there seemed to be something shining in the corpse's clothes, so he leaned over and touched it. And after discovering that there was also a bulging money bag, Ying Ziyu also unceremoniously took it together.

It was a small piece of jade, and there were many runes carved on it.

"Summoning jade?"

Ying Ziyu was puzzled, but he heard a deep old voice from the jade: The target is approaching, and it will pass through the alley No. 6 that I am guarding. Let's all take action!"

Ying Ziyu listened with bated breath, and said secretly in his heart: If they divide the alleys into order and exist in Alley No. 6, then what Yipin Wuxiu said is true. Every alley is guarded by two martial cultivators, one strong and one weak. In addition to this archer, there are also five third-rank martial artists. If the strength of the four moon guards is orange, the strength is comparable. Anyway, I'll just wait and see what happens when they do it.

Ying Ziyu was thinking about it when he suddenly felt a softness all over his body, and the five cyan prints on his body turned into a few wisps of cyan air and disappeared.

"Although you can increase your speed by ten times after using the Wind Spell, the time limit is extremely high, which is really a fly in the ointment!"

Ying Ziyu said as he tried to depict the Wind Spell again, but he couldn't successfully draw a complete Wind Character.

"Forget it!"

Ying Ziyu sighed and had no choice but to give up.

After thinking about it for a while, Ying Ziyu dragged the archer's corpse to the side of that Yipin Wuxiu and put it together. Then by the way, I took the things on the body of the first-class martial artist, only one money bag.

At this moment, the sound of fighting was heard in the distance through the houses.

"So fast?" Ying Ziyu was surprised for a moment, and then rushed over with the sound of a fight.

When Ying Ziyu came out of the alley, he was about to fly to the wall again, but he saw a little girl in white with skin as white as snow and picturesque eyebrows walking out of the corner, and then walked towards the alley behind him with her head slightly lowered.

Ying Ziyu's movements stiffened, and his body tensed instantly.

What should I do? There were still two corpses lying in the alley behind him.

This little girl was born delicately at first sight, and the dead man must not have seen it. It's okay if she is directly stunned when she sees the corpse, but if she is so frightened that she yells, alarms her neighbors, surrounds herself and then ties up and sends her to the official.

And just as he was thinking, the little girl had come to him.

To be continued