Yesterday I changed two chapters by mistake, and I apologize to you again, both chapters have been revised yesterday. Some readers report that the content on the mobile phone has not changed, and this situation requires readers to delete the work from the bookshelf, and then re-search for the work to add to the bookshelf, so that the system can update the content, and everyone will see the modified content. I'm sorry!

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The fighting on the long street naturally made the people living on this street close their doors and windows a long time ago and hide in what they thought was the safest place.

Since Xiao Shaozong has taken control of the capital, and these people are sent by him, it is impossible for another army and horse to participate in the entire capital, the Tiger God Camp will not be involved, the people of Kyoto Mansion will not be involved, and the people of Shenhou Mansion will not be involved.

Qi Ning was almost helpless.

If you want to survive, you can only fight your way out of the dense crowd.

But Qi Ning knew very well in his heart that his layout tonight was to put himself in a dangerous situation, and even he couldn't be sure whether he could really kill him, after all, since Xiao Shaozong was determined to take his own life, then the manpower arranged tonight would naturally not be small, nor would it be weak, at least in Xiao Shaozong's deployment, Qi Ning would never be able to escape death.

The streets were already covered with blood, and the stone stairs were lying on the ground, but more people were still needlessly killing Qi Ning.

Of course, Qi Ning caught a glimpse of the figures standing on the roof, and at least he recognized one of them at a glance as Moying.

Mo Ying appeared tonight, which was expected by Qi Ning.

At the cost of sacrificing dozens of Yulin soldiers before, Mo Ying forced Qi Ning to use the power of the grandmaster, and thus exposed the Achilles heel that Qi Ning did not know.

Eat a trench and grow a wisdom, at least Qi Ning can't use the power of the grandmaster at the moment.

With his flexible body and the cold blade that sharpens iron like mud and quenches poison, Qi Ning is really like a tiger entering a flock, where he passes, the screams are continuous, and the blood splashes non-stop, Qi Ning relies on the quenched cold blade, like the wind, swept through the crowd, cutting through the fingers, cheeks, thighs, and backs of those people, and every wound is the mark of death.

There is no need to accurately attack the enemy's vital points, which actually saves Qi Ning a lot of physical strength, and in an instant, twenty or thirty lives have been taken by Qi Ning, like a god of death.

The masked man on the roof had his pupils constricted.

He didn't seem to expect that Qi Ning would take people's lives in such a predicament, but he would be so easy and casual, flexibly walking through the crowd, and when he flashed, he took his life away, just like a butterfly dancing among thousands of flowers, without a single leaf.

"I want him dead!" Cursed words erupted from the masked mouth.

Naturally, the face with a pitch-black mask was Moying, who turned his head to look at the masked man in the power suit, and the eyes under the mask flashed with a smile, but he didn't speak.

Although Qi Ning's corpses were scattered, there were still dense crowds at both ends of the street, adding up to no more than one or two hundred people, and there were archers with crossbows on the roof, although they aimed at Qi Ning several times and wanted to shoot, but Qi Ning was in the crowd, flickering, and the archers couldn't lock Qi Ning's figure at all, and they didn't dare to easily pull the mechanism for a while, so as not to shoot their own people.

"Then he'll run away!" The masked man in the power suit said again.

Although Qi Ning was surrounded by a dense crowd, but as he slaughtered forward, the entire crowd moved towards the street with him, and the horror was that he had paid the price of dozens of lives, but Qi Ning was not injured in the slightest, and looking at his figure, he was flexible and agile, and there was no problem with physical strength at all.

Mo Ying finally spit out a sentence: "He can't go!" ”

His tone was very affirmative, as if everything in front of him was just a scene, and the current scene was just a wonderful process of this scene, but the ending was already doomed.

At this moment, he heard the sound of horses, and Mo Ying followed the voice, but only saw a carriage suddenly appear on the dark street, Mo Ying's eyesight was amazing, and he saw that there was no coachman at the head of the carriage, but the horse was galloping towards the middle of the long street, dragging the carriage behind it and shaking.

It was an inconspicuous-looking carriage, which the dignitaries disdained to use, and it was not only cramped, but also very old.

Suddenly, this carriage appeared, and even Mo Ying's eyes showed a trace of doubt.

The horses did not stop, and in a moment they were already close to the crowd, and suddenly several people lined up in a column in front of the carriage, and the carriage without a coachman was so close to the wall that it finally stopped, and everyone looked at each other in surprise.

There was a bloody battle on the long street, and even a blind man could hear that the situation on this street was not right, and any carriage that saw such a situation must have turned the horse's head, lest it be impossible to avoid it, but this carriage did not mean to dodge, but approached directly, and everyone knew that the comer was not good when they thought about it.

Qi Ning wandered freely in the crowd like a ghost, and most of them were just staring at Qi Ning's life, not caring about the sudden appearance of the carriage.

Five or six masked knife men stood in front of the carriage, looked at each other, and the killing intent in the eyes of one of them crossed a little, and the whole person had already flown out, and in the neighing of the horse, this person had fallen on the horse's back, leaned forward, pointed forward with the long knife in his hand, and rushed straight to the carriage.

The tip of the knife had just touched the curtain of the car, and before several companions could see what was going on, they heard a scream, and the man's body flew backwards like a paper kite, and he was in the air, and several people immediately saw a terrifying scene, the man's head was directly separated from his neck, and blood gushed out from the severed head, splashing in mid-air, like rain.

Before a few of their companions could dodge, they were already splashed all over by the rain that fell from the sky.

This terrifying scene happened in an instant, and everyone changed color in shock, even the eyes of Mo Ying and the others on the roof also showed surprise.

"Kill!"

One of them let out a deep sigh, and the rest of the people were not afraid, almost at the same time, they rushed out, and attacked the carriage, and before they could get close to the carriage, Mo Ying saw that the curtain of the carriage suddenly opened, and a figure shot out of the carriage like a sharp arrow, and then in front of the horse, the light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, a sword net had been formed, and every line woven into this net seemed to be invincible, and the figure was like a fisherman, throwing out the net, and covering it directly towards the few swordsmen who snatched it.

The sword net is death, death that cannot be avoided.

When several people were covered by this sword net, before they could make a sound, this sword net had already penetrated the bodies of these people and swept over, and the fisherman who spilled the sword net had also moved behind these people in an instant.

The fisherman who cast the net was already standing on the ground, holding a long sword, pointing at the ground, and the whole person was like a sculpture standing on the long street, motionless, without even looking back at the broken pieces of the corpse torn by the sword net.

The air was filled with the strong smell of blood.

Finally, the fisherman who cast the net raised his head, and instead of looking at Qi Ning, who was fighting in the crowd, he turned his head slightly, looked diagonally upward, looked at the roof, looked at Moying, or looked at the dwarf wearing a white baby-faced mask.

The white baby face smiled in the night, this mask smiled very weirdly and gloomy, but the eyes under the mask obviously did not have the slightest smile, but contracted, and the killing intent hidden in the depths of the eyes also spurted out like a spring, his voice was slightly hoarse, it sounded very strange, so that anyone who heard this voice would have an uncomfortable feeling: "It's him, he's not dead yet!" ”

"Him?" Mo Ying glanced at the baby face: "Who are you talking about?" ”

"Grief to the sky!" The baby-faced voice said, "He's not dead yet, it turns out ..... He really has been in the capital all along. ”

Mo Ying stared at the fisherman who cast the net, and sneered: "It turned out to be him, I heard that he has died in your hands, it turns out that the dead can be resurrected." Before the baby face could speak, he had already said coldly: "In tonight's plan, there shouldn't be this person, with the strength in our hands, it is more than enough to take down Qi Ning's head, but one more swordsman will disrupt the entire deployment." ”

Babyface said lightly: "With Your Excellency's strength, are you afraid of a swordsman?" ”

"It's the trouble you've caused." Mo Ying put his hands behind his back and said in a calm tone: "My goal is only Qi Ning, if the plan fails because of you, it has nothing to do with me." ”

The baby-faced monster smiled: "The swordsman appeared, just to protect Qi Ning, if the swordsman doesn't die, Qi Ning won't die, so you don't care about the swordsman, and you definitely can't kill Qi Ning, don't you understand such a simple truth?" ”

"I didn't understand what you meant." Mo Ying didn't look at Tianbei, staring at Qi Ning, who was already murderous.

"The meaning is very simple, Qi Ning wants to die, and the swordsman also wants to die." Babyface said: "Since they are all here, then they can't live." He turned his head, raised it again, and looked up at Mo Ying, who was a lot taller than himself: "The swordsman is not something I can handle, so I can only ask you to do it!" ”

As soon as his words fell, he felt a flower in front of him, and his heart was shocked, and before he could react, there was a sound of "pop", and Mo Ying slapped the baby-faced face at a lightning speed.

The masked man in the power suit standing on the other side of the shadow was taken aback, and couldn't help but take a step back, and then saw the face of the dwarf, and his internal organs were like being clenched by a hand at this moment, giving rise to an irrepressible feeling of vomiting.

The face under the white mask is really not a face, the mouth, nose and eyes are concentrated in the center of the face, squeezed together, as if they are squeezed from the sides to the middle by two palms, it is a face that makes people creepy at a glance.

Mo Ying looked at that face, her eyes showed contempt, and she smiled: "So you look like this?" You call yourself the king of ghosts, and you really look no different from ghosts. The body bowed slightly, staring at the short man's small eyes that were almost connected: "You are his minion, I am not, so when you talk to me, don't make me angry, let alone talk to me in a commanding tone, he doesn't dare, where did you get the guts?" It's just a slap in the face, but if you say the wrong thing again, I'll screw off your ugly head!" ”