In Duan Chong's view, a person's strength can never represent anything, because in the face of the power of the masses, these are floating clouds. Of course, there are exceptions, and if you are a master at the level of a grandmaster, it is a different matter. Even if you are a peak martial arts powerhouse in the first stage, in the face of thousands of soldiers, you will only be greeted with death. In Duan Chong's words, this kind of large-area, high-density, and covering ejection, unless you shrink your bones and shrink yourself to the size of dust, there is only one consequence, and that is death.

Duan Zhong pursued this concept into the training of "poisonous fangs", and the cooperation of small groups in combat is the most trained course on weekdays. So if you have a pair of eyes that can pierce through the darkness, you can find countless classic fight scenes in the night.

Three "fangs" faced off against a second-stage master. Maybe in normal times, this second-stage master only needs three moves to solve these three unpopular martial artists, but now the situation is a little different. As soon as the arrow in the hand of the second-stage master was shot, it was greeted by three arrows that were quickly fired in the dark, and when he dodged away, several poison marks were shot next. Turned over again and dodged the poison mark, and the first dagger came to him, picking it open, it was the second, and then it was the third. When I finally felt that I could fight back, I found that my body was already a little weak, and I couldn't exert my strength. This is poisonous smoke. Therefore, this second-stage martial arts master fought with all his strength before losing his strength, and the sword light flashed in his hand, and finally cut off the heads of the two "poisonous fangs", and after the third "poisonous fang" rushed over, the feeling of powerlessness had already dispersed, and then the feeling of neck separation. This is a feeling that ordinary people don't necessarily have even in their entire lives.

However, there were only a handful of two second-stage masters in this group, and the rest were third-stage masters or even lower. In the case of not having an advantage in numbers, there is no advantage at all in small-scale operations, and in the face of well-equipped "poisonous fangs," a sense of powerlessness even rises in my heart. And the concept of respecting the power of martial arts, which has always been firmly erected in my heart, finally began to loosen, and I didn't expect to be able to fight like this. However, they didn't have a chance to continue to shake their thoughts, maybe on the way across the Nai He Bridge, they would see Duan Zhong sticking his waist and pointing to his nose and saying, "Now you know what the art of group fighting is, right?" ”

However, the fierce killing is still going on, and not all "fangs" can make every coordination flawless, so this is the time for the master's strength to play. And the only fact that can be known now is that the manpower on both sides is declining sharply.

It was a tough battle, and it was completely expected by Duan Zhong. However, the reason why Duan Zhong chose to fight head-on was not because of impulse. The opponent's group of black-clothed people are the minions of the second prince, whether it is the people of Daliang or Dongyi, they are all enemies, this is an undoubted thing. And if you want to annihilate the opponent's main force, Duan Chong doesn't have many chances, but this force will definitely bring great trouble to Duan Chong in the future, so Duan Chong would rather choose such a hard-fought battle, and the opponent can't raise his head.

The "poisonous fangs" are all elites cultivated in the Yusheng Hall, and they are Duan Chong's own forces, and if they die, any of them will suffocate Duan Chong's breath, but at the moment there is no choice but to kill.

And in the darkness, the hidden master did not move, because Jiang Mingchen coveted it for a long time. But the cruel reality shows that the number of elite masters he brings is constantly decreasing, which is completely opposite to the effect of the unilateral slaughter that he expected. So this master of a section couldn't sit still. The silver light in his hand flashed, and his body was a few feet away in an instant, and the three "fangs" who were originally hiding behind the tree had fallen to the ground silently. This is the doomed result of the difference in strength, and there is not the slightest suspense.

Jiang Mingchen moved, the three of them were already the limit of what they could bear to lose. In exchange for the lives of the three of his subordinates, it was just a chance to take the lead. The dagger in his hand instantly drew out thousands of silver lights, enveloping this martial arts master in a certain stage, there was no way to avoid it, there was no way to hide. Jiang Mingchen is like a killing god in the dark night at this moment, and his whole body exudes a momentum of killing gods and killing Buddhas when encountering Buddhas, even if you are a martial arts master, you can't do it. And this momentum against the sky was obtained by sacrificing three "poisonous fangs", so Jiang Mingchen chose to hit with one blow.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of a master, and he did not show the slightest comfort, and he shouted in the dark night, like a sleeping lion awakening in an instant, this is the momentum of a martial arts peak powerhouse

There was a crunch. A dagger with a silver light and a dagger were crossed.

There were two muffled grunts in the night. Jiang Mingchen flipped a somersault backwards, the soles of his feet scratched a three-foot-long mark on the ground, and the dagger in his hand was dripping with blood. This blood, there are other parties' and their own. There was a piercing sensation in the right hand holding the dagger, the blood continued to flow, and the little finger of his right hand had been cut off by the opponent's sword, which was the gap between the strength of a master and a second-stage martial artist, even if he took the lead, he couldn't retreat with his whole body.

And in the same way, this martial arts master of the first stage was also uncomfortable, a big hole was cut by Jiang Mingchen's dagger on his arm, and the blood flowed out without stopping. However, the most important thing is that Jiang Mingchen's dagger is smeared with poison, which is still a very domineering poison.

Once the martial arts reach a certain height, even the third-stage martial arts masters will not bother to apply poison to their blades. But Jiang Mingchen is different, he is an assassin, a shadow in the dark, and the only meaning of existence is to completely erase the other party from this world, unscrupulous means.

Therefore, this martial arts Gaozhou had no choice but to evacuate, and with a long roar, the entire forest trembled in the dark. And the more than thirty black-clothed people brought at this moment, the number of them is less than ten at the moment, and they all evacuated with this master of the first stage. Of course, the well-trained "fangs" did not forget to give their final gifts before parting, and countless arrows and crossbows were shot out, leaving two more corpses in the dark.

The real fight began with Jiang Mingchen's confrontation with a master, and ended with the two losing both. When the sense of crisis in his mind disappeared, Jiang Mingchen finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body suddenly relaxed. In pain, he tore off a strip of cloth from his body, wrapped it around the little finger of his severed right hand, and stopped the bleeding, and then collapsed and leaned against a big tree.

The manpower of the "poisonous fangs" had also slowly gathered and came to Jiang Mingchen's side. Jiang Mingchen counted the number of people, and there were still twenty-nine people left. And when he went out of the city, he brought a total of eighty-seven "fangs", that is, a total of fifty-eight elites were lost in this dark battle. This was a huge loss, and it was also the most tragic battle since the establishment of the "fangs". Among the remaining twenty-nine elites, there are still many people with varying degrees of injuries.

Of course, this time the battle cannot be said to be without the slightest result. The total number of people who injured the opponent's leader was a first-stage master, killed two second-stage masters, five third-stage masters, and the worst one left to kill was probably a fifth-stage master, which was already a very amazing strength compared to the level of the "fangs" general fourth-stage.

As Duan Zhong expected, the strength of the opponent's master was extremely terrifying, and even reached an unexpected level, such a powerful force, so many masters, I am afraid that only in the palace of Nanliang can be found. But Jiang Mingchen knew, and Duan Chong also knew, that this couldn't be the power in the palace. Because Xiao Beiping said that all the power in the palace is in the hands of his seemingly weak emperor Lao Tzu. So where did this force come from, Duan Zhong has always guessed that this is the Dongyi force raised by the second prince with silver, and fortunately, Duan Zhong guessed correctly.

Jiang Mingchen instructed his subordinates to treat the wounds, then ordered people to gather all the corpses, and then lit a fire. All traces will be lost in this fire. After doing this, Jiang Mingchen gave an order regardless of the pain on his body: Keep going!

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Every night is wonderful, but not every good night is a good night's sleep. Duan Zhong was holding a glass of sake at the moment, standing in front of his window thinking about things.

What he lacks most at the moment is a master, so what will happen to Jiang Mingchen's side tonight, Duan Zhong is not clear. This time, Duan Zhong is making a big gamble, if he wins the bet, his trip to Jiangnan will be unimpeded, and the life of Lord Liao, the governor of Jiangnan, will not be so easy, because the second prince is missing a hand, and this arm must not be too long. But if you lose the gamble, the power of the "fangs" will be greatly reduced. Although half of the forces were left in Hangzhou by Jiang Mingchen, the other half left in Nanjing was indeed the elite of the fangs.

Of course, Duan Zhong didn't mean that he couldn't afford to lose, so Duan Zhong gave Jiang Mingchen a bottom line: he would definitely survive. Duan Zhong didn't know how high Jiang Mingchen's strength was, but Duan Zhong knew that Jiang Mingchen was the third assassin in the world, and this was enough.

Of course, Duan Chong's gamble is not entirely based on luck, but more on Duan Chong's brain: reasonable speculation and means.

First, the fangs are extremely well equipped. After their own modification, the crossbow can fire three arrows in a row, and each person is equipped with thirty dark arrow darts at the same time, smoke bombs, poison gas bombs are one per person, and the body is wearing a blade armor with heavy characteristics, not only the defense is extremely high, but the outer layer is also covered with iron thorns, I am afraid that anyone will not feel good if they slap it with one palm.

And, of course, the most important point. Duan Zhong himself contained one of the most important masters of the other party. So Duan Zhong just pushed open the window and said lightly to the window: "It's so tiring to guard outside, you might as well have a drink together!" ”