The darkness became thicker and thicker, and the starlight was gone, and the two fell to the ground side by side, but in front of them, there was a red sky, and in this square inch, the firelight dispelled the darkness and dyed it as red as blood!

Between the tongues of fire, a thick smoke rose from it, and Shao Siming couldn't help but wrinkle his nose slightly, after all, a woman like her who loves cleanliness is extremely disgusted with such an environment as she is now.

"If you feel uncomfortable, then avoid it first, there is me here, there will be no major problems." With his hand on Shao Siming's shoulder, Yan Hong's eyes were full of care.

Shao Si Ming turned to the side and looked at him, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, but then he shook his head again, and in an instant, Shao Si Ming's body was covered with light cyan internal force, enveloping her whole person, like a crystal clear blue cloak, adding a bit of beauty to her.

Yan Hong couldn't help but look at the woman in front of him with some surprise, it was really ...... to squander her internal strength like this

But he didn't say anything anymore, after all, between the two eyes just now, he clearly saw the worried look in Shao Siming's eyes, a woman thinks about herself so much, how can she excuse herself, but ruin people's hearts.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and when they stepped into the place of flames in front of them, they saw corpses and blood everywhere.

Some are palace guards, some are masked and fiercely dressed assassins, and even the servants and maidservants serving in the palace are really bloodstained and miserable.

Yan Hong couldn't help but look cold, "It seems that Zhang Xu is red-eyed today, I don't know if he himself is also among them, if he is also thinking that this kid has been robbed of his mind by hatred, if he himself is not there, it will be easy to do, and all those who have nothing to do will be wiped out." ’

Although he pondered so much in his heart, Yan Hong didn't dare to pause at his feet, Shao Siming was originally a delicate-minded woman, if she was allowed to see some clues, then if she wanted to justify, she would have another headache.

Further down, the firelight was much smaller, but the noise grew louder.

The shouts of the servants, the noise of the sergeants, and even the fierce collision between the blades all continued to reach the ears of the two of them.

During this period, I don't know how many assassins died in the hands of the two, or the sentence [into the subtle] against [Qitian], such a gap is like a cloud and mud, and the two can kill the moment between the two of them.

Yan Hong, with long sleeves flying, the delicate long sword, but it is still as bright as new, the dark clouds gradually disperse, and under the faint moonlight, the blade reflects the look of surprise and unwillingness at this moment.

Shao Siming is more like a dancer, every step is so graceful, so elegant, so pleasing to Yan Hong's eyes, the jade hand dances, and the green leaves of different sizes turn into elves in the palm of her hand, and every time she protects herself without leaking.

The chest, throat, and eyebrows of Shao Si Ming would only attack these three places, all of which were thin and soft green leaves, and then the powerful assassin was silent.

Originally, Yan Hong thought that with such a top master joining, the assassin would be terrified, and the so-called 'wind tightening' was nothing more than that.

However, these Assassins, who never seemed to care about the death of their comrades, even as if they were unaware of it, continued to carry out their work as they were.

Gradually, Yan Hong stopped the movements in his hand, just stood quietly in the crowd, and then exerted force under his feet, took the young master with his left hand, and jumped up and landed on the treetops again.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a serious look at the formation of these assassins in front of him.

It was only at this time that Yan Hong discovered that the formation of these assassins at this time was like a ring, blocking all the soldiers who came to the rescue out of the ring, although there were many casualties, but they still preferred to die and not retreat, closing his eyes, Yan Hong's hands were sealed, and a trace of internal force seeped into the cold air, like a spider's web, with this tree as the center, towards the center of the 'ring'.

There, Yan Hong could already feel a very familiar internal force fluctuation, Yuyang, Jiang Yu, and even Zhang Xu!

That kid who didn't want to die, sure enough, came in person!

Yan Hong was annoyed for a while, "It's really a kid who doesn't know the height of the sky, you actually come to this kind of place in person, and your subordinates come, even if it doesn't work this time, as long as the person in charge is still there, then there must be another chance, and now you, the person in charge, are all coming to make peace, in case you miss and are captured, or even killed, it's not like there is nothing; What's more, it is now in the palace of Princess Yuyang in Chengdu, and later the Yamen of the Qin State, and even the future of the military camp will react and bring reinforcements, I am afraid that you will really be a ghost! ’

The more he thought about it, the more anxious Yan Hong became, and without hesitation, he made a fierce effort under his feet and jumped forward.

Shao Siming even looked stunned, but then he still followed.

………………

Not far away, at this moment, the sword light was already flickering, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal.

The night wind whistled fiercely, rolling up the fallen leaves and dead branches in the sky.

The sword aura struck people, and the heavens and the earth were full of desolation and murderous intent.

Jiang Yu drew his sword with his backhand, raised it flat on his chest, and never left Zhang Xu's hand.

He already knew the speed of that hand, and it was the speed that was extremely fast that made Yuyang defeat his sword that day.

Zhang Xu seems to have changed at this moment, although his long hair is still neatly combed, it has long been scattered, and although his clothes are a little messy, they are still as silent as a ball of ice.

Although there was a veil on his face, Jiang Yu recognized those eyes, such awe-inspiring eyes as sharp as a sword, Jiang Yu never forgot it, and he didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

He hadn't really been angry for many years, and he hadn't fought to the death for many years, this new sect master of Bright Moon City was like a sharp blade hidden in the scabbard, and his light was obscure, and his edge was not revealed, so he couldn't see the brilliance it should have.

Now the sword is out of its sheath!

His hand was stretched out, and there was a sharp sword in his hand.

Under the cover of darkness, it seems so cold.

Jiang Yu's long sword came out in the wind, and a jet-black cold light went straight to Zhang Xu's throat.

Before the sword could be heard, Sen Han's sword qi shattered the west wind.

Zhang Xu slipped his footsteps and stepped back seven feet, and his back was already attached to a tree trunk.

Jiang Yu's long sword immediately changed its move and stabbed straight out.

Zhang Xu couldn't retreat, but his body suddenly slid up along the trunk.

Jiang Yu let out a long roar, his legs suddenly rose into the sky, and the long sword turned into a streamer.

In an instant, his whole person seemed to become one with the sword in his hand.

The sword aura was pressing, and the dead leaves of the destroyed branches fell one after another.

It's a terrible sight! It's also gorgeous!

Zhang Xu's arms shook, like a big peng across the sky, and the long sword waved violently.

Jiang Yu roared endlessly, flipped upside down in the air, and the long sword broke through the air and flashed countless lights and shadows, sprinkled towards Zhang Xu's head.

The power of this sword is enough to breathe people's hearts.

Within a radius of three zhang around Zhang Xu's body, he was already shrouded in sword qi, and no matter what direction he flickered and dodged, he couldn't open it.

I only heard the sound of a 'bell', and sparks splashed everywhere.

The sword in Zhang Xu's hand was actually impartially against the blade of the sword at this critical moment.

At this moment, Jiang Yu's sword aura suddenly disappeared without a trace, but the dead leaves scattered like blood had not yet fallen.

Jiang Yumu stood on the spot, his sword still held flat on his chest.

Yan Hong's sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and the blade broke Jiang Yu's blade.

Zhang Xu looked at Jiang Yu quietly, and Jiang Yu also looked at him quietly.

There was no expression on their faces.

But both of them knew that Zhang Xu didn't need to move his sword.

A little bit of bright red marks fell on the cold green bricks, it was Jiang Yu's blood, still glistening with warm blood.

At this moment, the audience was silent, deathly silent.