Shengsheng bent out a half-crescent moon that surrounded the enemy with the advantage of numbers. In a short moment, the cavalry that galloped to help was already approaching, and they rushed into the light cavalry of Guiki's subordinates. Bimogan also led the squad of house slaves to rush in from the front. The Tiger and Leopard Cavalry is by no means comparable to ordinary samurai, and it is better than Mo Gan to see the strength of this strong army with his own eyes. Completely unreliant on torches, the hoplites quickly dodged their horses through the darkness, striking the light rider's helmet with the hilt of their swords with agility and force, or striking their horses in the legs with the back of their swords. It was only a matter of moments, and the strong light cavalry was crushed. A samurai galloped close to him in the darkness, heavily armored and with an iron curtain of iron rings covering his face, seemingly the leading figure. "You're good!" Bimogan put away the knife, "What's your name?" He didn't hear any answer. The black armored warrior did not have the slightest intention of stopping his horse, and rushed up diagonally, the heavy sword in his hand was raised, and one of Mogan's companions had no time to resist at all, and was hit on the helmet by the other party with the sword side, and the helmet flew out, and the companion was full of blood and fell crookedly from the horse.

"Crazy?" Tetsuyuda shouted, "This is the Great Prince!" The other party didn't seem to hear it at all, and rushed straight towards Bimogan with his war horse. Behind him, more heavy cavalry also turned to the house slaves after defeating the light cavalry. In an instant, it was Bimogan's turn to face that terrible pressure. Bi Mogan didn't think about it anymore, and swung his sword to intercept the cavalry leader himself. It is stronger than Mo Gan's sword skills, but the opponent's heavy sword is not inferior, and every blow has the power of domineering, and he does not use the blade, but smashes it with the sword body, so that Bi Mogan's waist knife is almost out of his hand. Almost at the same time, Guimu, who was fighting to the death with the last squad of light horsemen, was also shocked by a fierce cavalryman on the black horse in front of him. The man waved back everyone around him, and single-handedly blocked in front of Lu He, he was not tall, but his body was full of leopard-like agility, and he did not raise a torch, blocking Guimu's way. "Nine Kings?" Kiki didn't care about life or death at all, and he wiped the blood from his face fiercely. "Give me death!" He roared and led his horse up with his sword. The other party also led the horse straight at the same moment. At the moment when the two horses staggered, Guimu roared violently, accompanied by horsepower, half of his body twisted, and the "Turning Wolf Blade" slashed out without reservation. There was a "click" in the dark, he couldn't see anything, only felt a light hand and a slight chill on his neck, and the opponent had already flashed with his horse and stood quietly behind him. Guimu raised his knife with a shudder, only half of the long knife in his hand remained, and his mind went blank. His opponent was immediately behind him, his long knife resting diagonally on the back of his neck. "Wooden ...... General Wooden Plow! He saddled and dismounted, and fell to his knees. There will be no second person on the steppe who can break his wolf's blade like this. He came to his senses in an instant, the blow was wolf blade against wolf blade, and they all sent out a slashing force with all their might, whoever has weak strength and whose knife is poor will be broken. This person can only be his teacher. The wooden plough sat quietly on the warhorse, and the saber "chopping" carried a bleak cold glow on the side of the horse. The voices on the battlefield became lower and lower, and there was no sound at the moment when Fang Cai Guimu was still fighting to the death, and Bi Mogan was uneasy and wanted to get out and leave. In his panic, he struck the wrong sword, and the blade was raised, and he tried to let the man's sword hit the shoulder, and he was about to stab him diagonally. This style of knife technique is treacherous, and he is about to succeed, but a person suddenly rushes over next to him, hits Bimogan's shoulder, and planted the war horse with him. Bimogan struggled to get up, only to find that the person who hit him turned out to be his younger brother Tieyu. "Do you betray me too?" Bimogan yelled. "No...... It's not ......" Tetsuyu pointed at the cavalry with a shudder, "That's ......" The Iron Cavalry around him gathered around him with torches. The opponent placed his heavy sword horizontally on the saddle and slowly lifted the iron curtain woven by thin iron rings. His eyes were cold, and the white flakes in his eyes carried a terrifying domineering and gloomy look, and the moment he saw his face, there was silence around him, as if they were all frozen. "Father...... Father! Bimogan's heart was cold, and he let out a long sigh and threw down his sword. The sound of horses' hooves came from behind, and two horses hugged the Maharaja, each throwing a man from his horse. The Nine Kings threw down Xudahan, and the wooden plough threw down Guimu. The princes knelt there, their torches crackling and burning. "I really want to kill you!" The Maharaja gritted his teeth and looked up at the sky. Anyone could hear the hatred in his words, and the plough took a slight step forward, fearing that he would slay the princes in a fit of rage. But the Maharaja didn't say any more, he just looked at the sky like a sculpture. "But can I kill you?" He said softly, "I don't know if your brother is dead or alive, and if I kill you again, I won't have a son...... "Take it away!" He waved his hand violently. Father! I have something more to say! "Xu Dahan was dragged by a tiger and a leopard, and he still shouted loudly." What else to say? "We don't just suspect that the eldest brother really received the news from the scouts that the eldest brother hid the secret envoy of the Eastern Continent in his tent! Azul disappeared suddenly, could it be someone from outside? Father only needs to check the eldest brother's tent to understand! "Oh?" The Maharaja lowered his head to look at him, "So you brought troops to fight your brother's stockade late at night?" "Yes!" The Maharaja was silent for a moment and nodded: "Okay!" So I searched all the tents of Bimogan. If there is anyone, I will condemn him to the crime of Mogan, but if there is no suspicious person, I will drive you out of the northern capital, and never return. Xu Dahan, do you have the guts? "The son is willing to be punished!" Xu Dahan roared, and Tieyu's face turned pale. The Maharaja waved his hand: "Wooden plow, search every tent and every inch of this place for me carefully!" "The tiger and leopard rider broke through the door of the stockade and stormed into Bimogan's tent. Countless torches lit up the grassland, the firelight was messy, people shuttled, women cried and dodged, and some people stepped on braziers. Looking back from afar, Bi Mogan remembered that when he and the army of the Nine Kings attacked and destroyed the True Yan Tribe, they also rushed into the tents of women and children in this way, and everything in heaven and earth suddenly became so desolate, and heaven and earth hung upside down, like hell. Xu Dahan beside him was also looking back, but there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth. "Xu Dahan, you look really confident." The Maharaja whispered. "You can't go wrong with the scouts my son arranged." The Maharaja suddenly laughed, and everyone looked at him dumbfounded. "Xudahan, my son, you are just smart, too smart. But you don't know what your father is thinking, what if your brother is hiding from the Eastern Continent? At this time, have you not forgotten the plague that plagued your own brother? Xu Dahan froze, his heart went blank, looking at his father riding a horse like a stone in the chaotic figures. A strand of gray hair flowed from the gap in the Maharaja's iron helmet, fluttering in the chaotic wind, and there was a different kind of loneliness and desolation.

Black-clad and masked people gathered around with torches, and there was a dead silence. In front of them was a gap in the stone separated by an iron bar, and mossy hay lay in the corner, on which there was no sign of the person who should have been asleep. The gaze on the masked scarf revealed unease, and everyone looked at the silent leader. And the leader looked up at the droplets on the top of the cave, as if he was just distracted. He was an extremely thin samurai, standing there with his back slightly hunched, like a weak patient, like a jackal running hungry in the wilderness, and even though his belly was so thin that his back was close to his back, his teeth were still sharp enough to bite the throat of any prey. The black scarf covered his entire face, and the only eyes that were exposed were sunken into their sockets, and the orbital bones protruded sharply, as if they had been born with a knife to scrape off the flesh of their face. Nervous footsteps were heard, and the samurai who had gone out to search returned. The gloom on their faces was heavier, uneasy

Kneel before the chief. "That's all I found." A tall, thin black-clad warrior stepped out and presented a tapestry of brocade. The leader rubbed his belt, and his eyes were as sharp as a needle. It is a luxurious fine silk produced in the Eastern Continent, several layers are stacked and cut into a waist, and the edges are crocheted with five-colored silk threads, and the back is opened, and there are fingertip-sized words next to the piping - "Changsheng". "Where did you find it?" "Water's edge." The tall and thin samurai tried to speak as short as possible so that his voice would not tremble. It wasn't the first time he had heard the leader speak, but every time he felt like pins and needles in his ears. The leader's voice was emotionless, ominous. "Who drugged him?" "It's me." Another black-clad warrior approached, presenting a small white iron jar. The leader took it and opened it at the end of his nose, and the fine powder rose, and a slight spicy smell passed, and the nose seemed to lose its sense. This is the best numbing medicine for the barbarians, on the battlefield samurai

They use it to anesthetize their bodies, and then use their knives to cut off the carrion from the wounds. With such an anesthetic, a child should sleep for three days and not wake up. "It's a miracle that you can wake up after being anesthetic. Core's, where does that river lead? The tall and thin warrior Ke Lie shook his head: "No one knows, and they can't poke their heads." "The samurai have tried their best to search the underground river, but to no avail, this underground river in all directions does not know how many tributaries, and many of the tributaries are directly poured into the deep pools underground. The surface of these bottomless pools is not large, but they are faintly glowing with deep green, I don't know how deep, and the tentacles are bitterly cold. The water in the cave is called the "Ghost Spring" by the herdsmen, and legend has it that there is a spring in the land of the dead, and the souls of the dead follow the sound of the water unconsciously, and finally involuntarily plunge into the spring. The spring is infinitely deep. The sound of the water was quicker than the day before, rushing through the cavern with a faint roar. The leader listened attentively, and Ke Lie reached out and took a few drops of water, which were no longer clear, with a little muddy yellow. "It's raining heavily outside." He said to the chief, "The rain is seeping down, and the river here will soon rise and may collapse the hole." Ke Lie's heart felt ominous, there was such a heavy rain twenty years ago, he heard it from his father. It was when the northern part of Shuo attacked the northern capital on a large scale, and the thick blood stained half a foot of land underground red and black. Heavy rain fell in the night, day and night, as if the gods had overturned the lake of gods in the sky. Immediately the water in the cave rose, different from the usual clear, with a faint fishy smell and a red glow. The blind fish in the underground river are dead on the surface of the water with their white skins turned over, and the eyes of the fish without eyelids look terrifying. The barbarians called this blind fish "Xuanming", which was a divine fish, they were born without eyes, but they had insight into the mysteries of heaven and earth. In the northern capital, there is a pool of water for the Xuanming captured from the caves, and their transparent bones can be used for astrology. The people of Qingyang thought that the god of Pantar was going to condemn the world, and the king ordered the messenger to hold the dead Xuanming on a golden plate to make peace with Shuobei. I don't know if it's really afraid

With this ominous oracle, the Knowles in the northern part of Shuo finally presented their battle flags. The torrential rain just stopped. "I heard that you barbarians think this is an ominous thing?" "Yes." "It's a good thing," the leader smiled, "it's a good thing." "A good thing?" "This heavy rain will wipe out all traces, including the people who are still alive in this hole. Qingyang's son died like this, and no one knows how he died, which is good, isn't it? "But the master doesn't want the son to die, the master means...... "Ke Lie is a little anxious." No matter what your master thinks, now the son of the world has been poisoned, but he ran away again, and fell into the water halfway, and the water will immediately wash all the holes, and he will not survive. And what can be done? The leader spread his hands, "Besides, your master's heart is too soft." We have robbed the Son, and it is useless to keep him now. Can we really hand him over and beg the Lord to spare us? Everyone here has already committed a capital offense. Whether you kill the son or not, it's all the same. He looked at the warriors one by one, and the sound of the roar of the water filled the area. Now check the surroundings and erase all traces. Then every man went back to his tent, and did not let any word slip out. The samurai looked at each other and didn't understand how to start. The leader laughed slightly: "Don't you understand? Turn around and watch me do it. Currie turned. At that moment he heard a terrible sound, like the buzzing of a bee's wings, but a thousand times sharper than it, like a needle piercing its ear. Immediately a red rose in front of his eyes, it was blood, he couldn't believe his eyes, and for no reason, misty blood gushed out from the back of his companion's neck and sizzled onto his torch. The companion turned and fell to the ground, a look of disbelief in his eyes. "Enemy!" The thought flashed through his mind, and the buzz of his dwarf body reached his throat, but Ke Lie's sword suddenly fell short. It was like a shadow, and when it was split, it turned into a mass of emptiness. He closed his eyes suddenly, only to feel that the smell of corpses was stronger, completely enveloping him. With a "flutter", everything fell silent again, followed by a low sound of "whoosh", and a warm and moist feeling came from the back of Ke Li's neck, and the warm liquid flowed down wetly. He couldn't breathe, and he knew that the knife in front of him hadn't slashed him, and that it was his companion behind him who had been hit. But the terrible feeling that came with the knife was like severing his throat, and Corrie's whole body was paralyzed, the knife still in his hand, but he had no strength to lift the weapon. He practiced swords at the age of five, and his confidence completely collapsed at this time. There was a short silence, but it seemed like it was forever. A little spark shook in the darkness, and the flame jumped up and landed on a torch, and Ke Li stood among the four corpses, watching with trepidation as the leader stood silently in front of him. The thin, soft knife with a strange arc swept past his neck and pierced the throat of his companion behind him. As he had thought, his companion had heard his warning, and turned to raise his saber over the top, but before the sword fell, he was already dead. "Pack them up and throw them into that river, they'll wash the bodies away, right?" The leader's deep-set eyes stared straight at him. "For ...... Why? The leader's two wizened fingers reached to the side of his face, and slowly pulled up the black cloth on Ke Li's head to cover his face. They showed their faces that night. The leader's voice was emotionless, "Follow me, you will always cover your faces, but you barbarians will never understand this. Your master wants you to be the best killer, but you don't know what the best killer is. The killer is not a samurai, and he doesn't need to be very good at killing, you just need to stab the target in the chest at the right time. And from the time you have chosen this path, you have never been able to see the light. He wiped the blood from the knife, as if rubbing a woman's skin: "In the history of Tianluo Mountain Hall, more than one killer was codenamed 'Mole', because we are like this kind of animal, we can only live in the dark, and when we see the light, we can only die." My teacher said these things to me on the first day he taught me, and he had only three successful actions in his life, and the fourth time he died. Because during the third operation, in order to spy on intelligence, he showed his face once in front of the 'Shadow Division' under the Imperial Imperial Captain's Mansion, and he pretended to be a doctor at that time. But that time, he was remembered. "So be it," he said, throwing down the blood-stained white silk, "and throwing the bodies of these men into the water." "Yes...... Be! "Ke Li's voice doesn't feel like a human voice." Do you know how to tell your master? The son of the world is dead, and the people who know the news have all died out, I won't say it, Tianluo's killer will never leak the news of his employer. Now, if it slips, it's just you, and you should know the result. The leader patted him lightly on the shoulder. Ke Lie sat limp on his knees, and he suddenly understood where the smell of corpses came from, and the leader was there

When you pat it on your shoulder, the smell is really terrifying. "Hehe, hehehehe." Amid the roar of the water, the leader stretched out his arms against the raging underground river, and his laughter was grim and insolent, "ominous signs...... The chaos in the northern capital has begun, and people can't wait to know the result! "The torrential rain was desperately falling, and the rain was a finger-thick stream of water, whipping the ground like a whip.