The wind is Ling and the horse is Xiaoxiao, and the pedestrians have bows and arrows at their waists.

The world of slaughter is full of the smell of slaughter, and the slums of Dingyang City on the border of Lu are filled with the smell of depression.

Heavy rain, thunder, neighing horses, and the clashing of swords from their sheaths indicate that tonight is not a quiet and peaceful night, although for those richly dressed princes, the slums are ominous places of meanness, killing, and death.

Fengxingwei belongs to the dark department of Lu State, founded by the first generation of King Lu, for more than 1,000 years, assassination, exploration, torture, infiltration, that is a group of people with only code names and no names, no name represents no future, no future indicates only darkness, and in this world, only the dead belong to the darkness, and Feng Xingwei is a group of dead people who can breathe.

Fengxingwei is divided into capital, department, sa, order, Team five levels, the lowest team is equivalent to the five-grade official rank of the court, Feng Xingwei does not have the main and deputy envoys, and there is no upper and lower grades in the court, because Feng Xingwei is the first rank in the court, and the ministry is the second rank of the feudal officials, the first King Lu has made an order in order to consolidate the imperial power, Feng Xingwei regardless of the height, see the official half a level, so Feng Xingwei has become the most powerful force since the opening of the Lu Dynasty and continues to this day, such as Dingyang City, most of the people stationed in the Feng Xingwei are a formal guard, and the top of the sky is the team level, but now what appears here is equivalent to the junior leader of the third grade。

It is a rare thing for a county lieutenant with the highest sixth-grade rank to come to a third-rank officer, but Fengxing Wei Zuoling Thunderstorm does not think so.

Fengxingwei has no name only a code name, the thunder of the thunderstorm indicates that this person is like thunder and lightning, and the thunderstorm is the storm knife on his waist, thunder with a storm knife, even a mortal should become a killing god, thunderstorm is this kind of person, even far more terrible than killing gods, because he comes from the wind walker who does not compromise means.

Thunderstorm pulled out the knife and pointed forward, and said lightly: "Demolish." ”

After a moment of effort, four guards walked out of the team of Feng Xingwei, and the guards rode around the cave, four ropes were wrapped, and four lows were drunk, and the cave immediately fell apart, revealing the stable land and scattered wreckage inside, and in a few breaths, the guards returned to the team.

When the last guard returned, the thunderstorm's knife was unsheathed, and with a slight slash in the void, a severed arm swirled and fell to the ground, and the severed arm guard fell off the horse with a pale face, covering his right arm, and looked at the thunderstorm with resentment.

"Your Excellency. ”

The captain stepped forward and looked at the guard in front of him coldly, but dense beads of sweat oozed from his face.

Thunderstorm looked indifferently at an officer hidden in the guard team and said slowly: "The water of Canghai Country is full of nine heavens, although it has the ability to simulate any exercise in the world, but it is a little bit worse, Violent Tiger, you are not strict in your governance, you will be punished to be demoted to captain, and you will be renamed Milk Tiger, you can be convinced." ”

In front of the tyrannical tiger and the prancing horse, the commander looked coldly at the guard who was about to call for help with a broken arm, and made a knife to cut off the person's way of life, and then jumped off the horse with his head down, tore off the silver wind word on his chest, revealing the blue wind word inside, and then got on the horse and returned to the team in a dull manner.

Thunderstorm smiled playfully: "It's a little interesting, search for me." ”

Silent and silent, cold and unpopular, Feng Xingwei poured into the cave and began to search for the secret passages of the mechanism, and the violent tiger who changed his name to Milk Tiger was also among them.

The captain couldn't see the strange appearance of the corpse, and asked suspiciously, "My lord, is it really the Hanhaiwei of the sea?"

Thunderstorm indifferently looked at the tunnel opening that had been dug up in front of him, and said, "I said yes, the name of storm has always belonged only to the strong, and he deserves it?"

The captain shuddered, lowered his head and quickly lifted the body aside to dispose of it.

In the midst of the lightning and thunder, the thunderstorm whispered and sneered: "King Qi, Hurricane, your hands are too long, haha." ”

The entrance of the tunnel was violently broken by the wind guard, and the thunderstorm took the wind walker into the tunnel, at this time in the room of the tunnel, there was a piercing knocking sound, Fu Yuan tightened the body of Hongyi in his hand, and silently poured fuel oil with tears, lit the flames, burned the tombstone and the corpse, and opened another secret passage in the fire, and escaped.

The heavy rain is like a waterfall, falling from tens of thousands of feet in the sky, although it can't kill people, but it also hurts, but in Fu Yuancai's view, everything is not important to life.

He didn't know about the appearance of Feng Xingwei, but he understood that the organ set up by Hongyi was by no means something that the poor people in the slums could crack, and Lu Ban's testament was also a first-class organ in contemporary times, and Fu Yuan was quite clear that no matter who came to crack the mechanism, he must have formed a mortal enmity with this force, and sometimes the organ can not only save lives but also kill people, and the people who are killed are no less than the people who have been poisoned in this world.

The vast heavy rain permeated the world on the outskirts of Dingyang City, a haze, the killing machine slowly came towards Fu Yuancai, Fu Yuancai stopped and looked at the dark wilderness, a thunder flashed, the thunderstorm leaned against the tree with a knife, and the bloodthirsty eyes looked directly at Fu Yuancai, behind him, there was a layer of corpses of Feng Xingwei, most of those corpses were incomplete, there were fire or poison marks on the body or smoke or arrow wounds, the way of death was different, but there was a fatal wound in the heart.

The thunderstorm slowly walked towards Fu Yuancai, and said while weighing the knife in his hand: "One hundred and thirty guards, three captains, and one commander, I heard the remnants of the people, how should I kill you, the oil pot, the fire burns, it almost tastes, Ling Chi, the car cracks, it's a little interesting." ”

Fu Yuancai's hand quietly shrank into his sleeve, and replied indifferently: "I didn't kill the person." ”

Thunderstorm continued to approach with the long knife in his hand, and sneered: "I know, because I killed it, just like this, kill with one sword." ”

As he spoke, Thunderstorm's knife was lightly handed forward and then retracted.

Fu Yuancai said: "Then you shouldn't blame me, you should blame yourself, you were the one who killed them." ”

Thunderstorm squinted and said: "It's you who abolished them, Fengxingwei are all living dead people, either ready to be dead or dead, more than a thousand years so far, Fengxingwei has never been a dead person, and I am no exception, you know, I have a habit, the more people die, the more I want to speak, I've finished talking this month, so you should also go on the road." ”

The thunderstorm man is as his name, the knife is also as his name, the power of the five-grade master with the wind and thunder of the wind and the guard, in the move to open and close but has a lethal force, the knife is shrouded in Fu Yuancai's square inches, the knife does not leave Fu Yuancai's chest, but because of Fu Yuancai's strange pace, there is a slight difference in the middle of the line, giving Fu Yuancai hope to live.

Hongyi's tricks, Wenren Yongyuan's martial arts in the army, and the wonderful footwork of the three princesses have created Fu Yuancai's freak-like kung fu now, the moves that open and close hard against the thunderstorm, Liu Ruo's boneless steps dodge the blade, and from time to time the Dao sleeve arrows, mechanisms, and dark crossbows that fly out of the cuffs are scattered in a crisis or block the violent wind and thunder that permeates the violent knife, and after a moment of effort, Fu Yuancai's clothes all over his body became tattered, and there were Dao wounds on his white and tender arms.

"Prison Suppression!"

Fu Yuancai shouted angrily, punched him in the heart, his face immediately became blood-red, the blood of his whole body seemed to be poured into hot oil, boiling out of boiling hot gas, turning into white mist and fascinating the eyes of Thunderstorm, his body was close to pressing the knife to his side, two blood-red arms poked out of the fog and locked Thunderstorm's body, and the peculiar blood-red gas veins sealed Thunderstorm's martial arts, and then a shocking roar went straight to Thunderstorm's life.

"Don't do it yet!"

A person, a knife jumped up from the pile of corpses, and the blade and the figure became a light that shattered the darkness, slashing through the outskirts of Dingyang City, shattering the pitch-black wilderness, and stabbing into the body of the thunderstorm with the power of wind and thunder.

Thunderstorm turned his head with difficulty, and roared with tears in his eyes, "You, how dare you... Kill me......"