If Wakasa's light skills can be said to be at the peak and elusive, then Mo San's light skills have been perfected and no one can stop them.

Mo Sang held a Tang Mu and shuttled through the various eaves and pavilions of the palace, as if entering a no-man's land. A group of patrolmen walked forward, and when they reached the corner, Mo Shan kicked lightly on his hind legs, and the whole person flew into the corner on the other side.

Some soldiers felt that there was only a shadow passing by, and hurriedly looked back, but they didn't see anything, so they had to shrug their shoulders and continue to walk forward. Only a rapid cold wind poured into his collar, freezing his whole body and shivering.

Mo Sang's face did not change color, from the high platform to the low wall, and from the eaves to the high pavilion, without panting at all. On the contrary, Tang Mu was still a little excited and curious at first, but the more he went on, the more scared he became. Finally Moisan stopped in one place, put him down, and asked him which way he was going next.

Tang Mu cautiously raised his face from Mo Sang's arms, looked at his feet, and found that the two of them were standing on the top floor of an attic building that was seven or eight stories high.

The climate in Linzhao is extremely harsh, and there is rarely such a high attic, standing here and looking at it, the scenery around the attic can be seen at a glance. The snow is vast, covered with red walls and golden tiles, covered in the distant mountains, the whole world is covered with a layer of faint gray, a large army is stationed on the camp outside the Linzhao Palace, white tents, iron gray guns and swords and silver armor, the number of people is so large that they can't see the edge, they are practicing in a uniform manner, so not spectacular.

Tang Mu was able to roughly guess the layout of the Linzhao Palace, they came from the west, the palace was in the east, Tang Mu walked around the attic, and finally pointed to a large courtyard in the northwest of the palace, and said, "That's it!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Mo Sang grabbed his waist, took him into his arms, and said hurriedly: "Hold it tight!" Then I only heard a "whirring", and the whole person flew down like an arrow off the string.

Tang Mu was not mentally prepared, and the whole person suddenly flew into the air, which scared him so much that his heart palpitated, and he hurriedly hugged Mo Sang's waist. The wind blew on his face, cutting it painfully, which shows how fast Mo Sang flies.

Moissans landed on a relatively low eaves and then jumped onto the roof of another palace. In the blink of an eye, the two of them stopped outside the courtyard that Tang Mu had just pointed to. Mo Sang stood in the dark and looked inside, the courtyard was very large, not too much decoration, only one room, one side of the iron prison, the other side of the sealed iron wall. It doesn't look like a house in the palace at all, but it's really a prison. There were eight guards standing outside the courtyard and four standing inside the courtyard, all armed with spears, five of them carrying bows and arrows, and three of them wearing snakeskin whips, all of whom looked like ordinary guards.

Tang Mu had never seen Mo Sang kill people, he was standing beside Mo Sang and carefully poked his head into the courtyard, and suddenly felt a cool air rushing to his face, so cold that his bones were trembling. Tang Mu hurriedly looked at Mo Sang, only to see that his eyebrows and eyes were cold and sharp, and his black pupils were like a pool of lifeless stagnant water, unconcealing his murderous aura.

Suddenly, his whole person rushed forward, jumped in the air and pounced forward, the guards noticed something was wrong, and then raised their eyes to look at him, but before they could figure out who was coming, they saw his wrist flip, and out of nowhere shot six darts, three in the left hand and three in the right hand, and shot forward, and suddenly the six people fell to the ground, each with a dart stuck in their foreheads, and the blood flowed to death, and they didn't even have time to let out a mournful sound.

The remaining two were stunned for a moment, and hurriedly raised their spears to meet them, as soon as Mo Sang landed, he pulled out the daggers tied to his ankles with both hands, and as soon as the two guards got close, he bent down and turned around, and the dagger pierced the abdomen of the two guards fiercely, and in an instant blood splashed everywhere, staining the snow red. The four remaining guards in the courtyard rushed to the door, and when they saw this scene, they were immediately angry and afraid, and gritted their teeth and drew the long arrow from their back and shot it at him. Mo Sang frowned, heard the sound of the wind in his ears, and hurriedly rolled on his side, and the two daggers in his hands shot at the four people unceremoniously, right in the chest of two of them.

The remaining two panicked suddenly, but they couldn't afford to retreat, and hurriedly set up their bows and arrows to shoot at him. This kind of small bow and arrow is not far away, but the speed of changing arrows is very fast, Mo Sang avoided them one by one in a hurry, and glanced coldly at the two corpses at his feet, one of them was holding a spear in his hand, and at the moment his eyes were quick, he drew the spear and threw it away, piercing the heart of one person. The remaining one was stunned when he saw that his last companion had been killed, and his movements stopped.

Mo Sang took the opportunity to fly forward, and was about to slap his Tianling Gai with a palm. At this time, I only heard a clear female voice from the courtyard, and said loudly: "Mo Sang, stop, leave him alive!" ”

Hearing this, Mo Sang paused and looked at the man, his palm was only a finger away from the guard's head, and before it hit his head, the man already felt a faint pain, and suddenly couldn't help but gasp.

Wakasa stood in the iron prison and looked at this side and smiled lightly, and said lightly: "I still want to keep him." ”

Wakasa has been arrested for a total of five days, and now his hair is disheveled, his robe is wide and loose hanging on his body, and his wrists are full of blood. Only her posture was still so tall and proud, and her eyes were still bright and bright, not at all like a prisoner's captive.

Mo Sang's gaze stayed on her wrist for a moment, then his brows furrowed slightly, and he bent down and clenched his fists and said, "The master has suffered!" ”

Wakasa shook his head, saying only that he was not to blame for this.

Tang Mu was secretly speechless on the side, remembering that in just a few seconds, Mo Sang had killed seven people effortlessly, which was really terrifying. I don't know why Fu Ruosan left one person, but it is important to escape now, thinking of this, Tang Mu hurriedly ran over, took out the key in his arms and opened the door for Fu Ruoshuang.

Ruosa straightened out the wide robe on his body, walked straight to the last surviving guard, and smiled: "Kuror, we have fate." ”

After meeting Wakasa, the little guard, who was really unlucky, suddenly had red eyes, grabbed the corner of Wakasa's clothes and knelt down, sobbing and his voice trembled: "Master Fu! Please don't kill me, please" He must be destined to commit Tai Sui, if he can survive today, he will immediately go back to worship his ancestors and gods, and burn high incense and paper money every day!

This time, Wakasa showed a surprised expression, looked at him with his mouth wide open, and said, "Hey, I didn't say I was going to kill you, you and I are about the same size, quickly take off your clothes and pants for me, this wide rag is about to freeze to death." ”