Compared with the bright moon in Nanjing and Hangzhou, Jiang Mingchen has always thought that the bright moon in Nanjing is better. Because Nanjing has its own little masters, but Hangzhou is a pool of muddy waters. And at this moment, he is going to wade into this muddy water.

Dozens of black shadows walked through the night, and there was not the slightest sound on the ground they walked on. It's a shadow in the night, so you don't need a horse or something like to keep it moving. And if you ride a horse, it is tantamount to exposing the shadow to the light.

Jiang Mingchen squinted his eyes, the night enveloped him, and he seemed to be one with the night. It's a sense of unity between man and nature, and only the world's top assassins can have it. The chirping of crickets and the blowing of the night breeze did not make Jiang Mingchen's thoughts a little messy. However, Jiang Mingchen kept thinking of a poem at the moment, which was a poem recited by the little master, but in a sense, it was not even a poem. Because there is no rhyme and no peace at all.

The night gave me black eyes, but I used him to find the light.

Jiang Mingchen read a lot of meaning from this poem, but he couldn't express it. But at least one thing is clear, I am a person who looks for the light, but I use the means in the night. Sometimes, a person's beliefs are enough to affect a person's life. And Jiang Mingchen's view of the world has finally changed completely since he followed Duan Chong.

How many people he killed in the first half of his life, Jiang Mingchen didn't know. It's just that the title of the third killer in the world is not made in a fight, but by a pile of heads. Among them, those who should be killed and those who should not be killed are killed. It was just a chance that on the way to the mission, he met a wandering monk from Tianzhu, stopped his last killing operation, and completely subdued himself with only one move.

Before this, Jiang Mingchen had never believed in Buddhism, and he would not believe in any nonsense such as boundless mana. The martial arts level at the peak of his own year, standing firmly at the peak of the second stage, is that the master of the first stage wants to subdue himself, and it is impossible to do it within thirty or fifty moves. And this old monk only used one trick. And now, if you measure your level by the royal guards, there are only three stages at most. Only when he returns to the dark night is he a demonstration of his true strength.

For the rest of the day, the old monk took himself with him, chanted sutras and recited Buddha, and begged for good deeds. Jiang Mingchen couldn't imagine that such an old monk who had already exceeded the scope of a master would still live by begging every day, and every day he would send a piece of steamed bun to the beggar on the corner of the street.

The old monk said to Jiang Mingchen the most on weekdays, that is, the Buddha sea is boundless, and the shore is the back. And it wasn't until he followed the old monk for a month and traveled thousands of miles that Jiang Mingchen deeply realized that in fact, he still had a good heart. So he began to feel guilty about the mistakes he had made before, began to repent, and began to burst into tears in front of the old monk, who was always just smiling and nodding, and handed over a piece of steamed buns that had just been turned into a relationship.

After that, Jiang Mingchen came to Dali, a country where the Buddha is re-worshipped, and by coincidence he became the royal guard of Dali, so he has been living quietly and decided not to kill anyone in this life. This is Jiang Mingchen's belief.

However, this belief was broken by Duan Chong. Because Duan Chong used enough means and methods to prove to himself that the means of the night can be used to welcome the light. When Duan Chong first revealed Jiang Mingchen's identity, Duan Chong once said: The darkness before dawn is the darkest time of the day, but without this period of darkness, the dawn will never come, and I need you to help me meet the dawn.

Jiang Mingchen has seen many people in his life, but his little master, Duan Chong, has never been able to see through it. When Duan Zhong is kind, he is like a living Buddha coming down from the sky, in Dali City, no one does not know that the second prince of Dali is kind to people, he upholds justice for the people, and treats his subordinates is also humble and polite, it can be said that Jiang Mingchen has seen the best master in his life. However, when it comes to the means of conspiracy and trickery, I am afraid that there are few people in the world who can compare with this little master of his own. It is never soft to kill people, but it is the people who should be killed, and they will never do anything to achieve their goals. For example, the Shen family in Jiangnan.

So Jiang Mingchen decided to go out of the mountain to help Duan Chong, although this decision may make him regret it, but Jiang Mingchen knows that if he doesn't make this decision, he will regret it even more. So Jiang Mingchen did it without hesitation.

And at this moment, there was a rustling of footsteps behind him, which was Jiang Mingchen's best reward for Duan Zhong during these days. Under Fu Yousu's **, these disciples of the Yusheng Hall have a very solid kung fu foundation. And what I taught during the days when I came to Nanliang was to tell them how to survive in the dark.

Jiang Mingchen squinted his eyes, and a faint uneasiness rose in his heart. In the morning, Duan Chong had already instructed himself to die fewer people, because these were all forces that Duan Chong had worked so hard to cultivate. Therefore, Jiang Mingchen's greatest hope is naturally that a person will not die. But at the moment it is obviously unrealistic, because the enemy has appeared, and it is a very terrifying group of enemies.

Jiang Mingchen had a sense of déjà vu, and he could clearly feel that the group in front of him was the same group of people who had failed to snipe Duan Chong, but the group in front of him was more powerful and more fearful.

There were only thirty enemies in front of him, all lurking in the darkness, but the killer's keen instincts told him all the whereabouts of these enemies. So Jiang Mingchen just stopped, waved his hand, and nearly a hundred "fangs" behind him immediately stopped advancing and lurked in the night.

And Jiang Mingchen also smelled a hint of danger, because among the other party's group of people, there was a very strong opponent. As for how powerful it is, Jiang Mingchen can't be sure, but at least, he is a master of the first stage.

Therefore, Jiang Mingchen estimated his strength, dragged this master, and with the advantage of the night, there was still this possibility, but it was almost impossible to win. And the other 30 or so masters are definitely not easy to follow, including the masters of the second and third stages. Therefore, in today's battle, the casualties will be very heavy.

Therefore, Jiang Mingchen has only one belief in his heart at the moment: no matter how many people will die tonight, he will always win this killing.

Jiang Mingchen's body disappeared into the night, which also heralded the beginning of the killing.

"Whoosh", "Whoosh", "Whoosh" countless breaking sounds sounded, which was the sound of the crossbows equipped with all the "fangs". As a force carefully built by Duan Chong, the biggest advantage of "Poison Fang" is equipment, and in this first round of confrontation, the huge advantage of equipment is revealed.

A few screams came out of the darkness, indicating that at least five or six people had died. But how could the masters of the second and third stages of the opponent be injured by these crossbow arrows, so in the blink of an eye, the masters of the other side had already burst in, which indicated the beginning of a new round of killing.

"Poisonous Fangs" are better than many people, and they have been running-in for a long time, and they cooperate seamlessly, so a group of three or four people, with continuous hidden weapons and equipment, is enough to deal with a master of the second and third stages. Being able to use everything in the dark night to snipe is an extremely important means that Jiang Mingchen handed over to the "poisonous fangs", and at this time, the power of this sentence has also been fully realized.

A flying stone naturally can't hit a second- or third-stage master, but the flying stones in the sky are enough to make people avoid it? And when these masters dodged the flying stones, there were already three or more crossbow arrows aimed at the vital point of their bodies, which was a fatal thing. Of course, when the life of a martial arts master is threatened, the potential that can burst out is also huge, so the loss of "poisonous fangs" is still very heavy.

After all, the Yusheng Hall has only been open for less than five years, and the members of these "fangs" have only practiced martial arts with Fu Yousu for at least two years, how can they be compared with these black-clothed masters in front of them? So the number of people on both sides is declining sharply.

The power of the "fangs" greatly exceeded the expectations of the black-clothed organization, because in the eyes of these black-clothed people, the strength of these thirty-odd people was enough to easily destroy the nearly 100 good people in front of them, but it turned out that the black-clothed organization's inference was extremely wrong.

However, no matter how fierce the battle on the battlefield was, Jiang Mingchen only quietly lurked on the branches of a giant tree, motionless. It's not that Jiang Mingchen doesn't want to move, but he can't move. Because Jiang Mingchen noticed that the master on the other side was observing him in the dark, and he was also observing him. If anyone moves first, they lose the opportunity. The master duel, the difference is a fraction, and the error is thousands of miles, not to mention that Jiang Mingchen's strength is not as good as the other party, which makes it even more necessary to deal with it carefully. So, can't move!

Finally, the opponent's master couldn't hold it back. The people I brought were really badly damaged, and if I didn't make a move, I might be able to complete the task today, but my vitality would also be greatly damaged, which was an unacceptable loss. So the leader of the man in black, a martial arts master of a section, chose to make a move. A flash of silver light flashed, and a muffled snort was heard from one of the "fangs", and there was no sound again.

And at this moment, Jiang Mingchen finally moved, this is the best time to sell, Jiang Mingchen did not have the slightest melancholy, holding a dagger in each of his left and right hands, and his whole body turned into a phantom, stabbing at the man in black. The silver light of the two daggers was extremely dazzling, almost igniting the sky, and Jiang Mingchen was precisely incarnated into this fire.