Chapter Ninety-Three: The Feather

Because it was already nightfall, most of the men and horses in the Wugu Sect camp had already rested in the camp tents, except for the patrolling sect members, only a group of cavalry passed through the camp.

They went down the mountain to bring people from the pioneer battalion, so they brought Pei Zhenfeng, the commander, and left Jiangyun and Jin Mingyin on the ridge.

It had been discussed in advance, and as soon as the arrows sounded on their side, the rockets on the ridge were fired, and then the remaining more than 1,000 people rushed down, passed through the Wugu Sect camp, and headed for Long'an Mansion.

"Here, this is Ming Yin's special fire thunder."

As he spoke, An Yi took out square black boxes from his front pocket, handed them to Pei Zhenfeng, and then nodded at them.

"Separate actions, Brother Jiang don't stop, take the men and horses straight out of the camp, Pei and I will always place the fire and thunder according to the position mentioned during the day, and meet in the south after a stick of incense!"

"Good!"

An Yi and Pei Zhenfeng turned over and dismounted respectively and escaped into the darkness, while Jiang Shang continued to walk forward with the pioneer camp as if nothing happened, running towards the camp gate.

During the day, they had a geographical advantage on the Fox Ridge, and the camps of the Wugu Sect were set up along the ridge to give them an unobstructed view, and the location of each camp was clear.

Therefore, Jin Mingyin simply drew two pictures, marked a total of nineteen positions, and told the two of them that there were exactly eight in the north and south, and as long as they were placed according to the points on the map, they would be able to turn the world upside down.

Feng Jiao knows this, but he doesn't care, he has a lot of money, what can you do if you let you watch my defense? Can you still rush down?

It's just that I didn't expect him to really look forward to comfort.

An Yi quietly touched a camp tent, the fire in the camp reflected the figures, and almost all of them could clearly hear the meat jokes told by the congregation.

He took out a black square box from the cloth bag and threw it directly on the grass next to the tent, and then with a cat on his waist, he took advantage of the light from the tent to smear it and go to the next place.

This kind of black square box fire thunder is not the same as when they set up ambush heavy cavalry before, Jin Mingyin took out a lead line at every edge and corner of the box, and the lead was very long, in order to wait for them to sound the arrows together, and the fire guns and feather arrows on the ridge were fired in a volley at the placement point, which could make it easier for the fire light to contact the lead, thus detonating the fire thunder.

About half a stick of incense has passed, and the fire thunder in Pei Zhenfeng's hand is still the last point.

He walked towards the last tent with his waist bent, just like Comfort.

Because of the way they placed the fire and thunder according to the map, the first thing they paid attention to was the corners of the tent, and they rarely looked up at the size of the tent.

Until a familiar voice slipped into his ears.

"Hall Master Feng, the sect leader has sent a letter saying that Zhang Yu's army has been mobilized to return to Shihuling, and we want to cooperate with them to attack together, and we must see a comfortable head within three days."

"What does it mean for us to cooperate with them, it is they who cooperate with us!"

"Yes, yes, they cooperate with us."

"What did Ning Protector say? Oh no, it should be called Ningfa God now. ”

"Ning Fashen said that the hall master killed the commander and made a meritorious service, and when he returned to the village this time, he would make a statement to the sect leader and ensure that the hall master sat in the position of protector of the law."

"Okay, hahaha, please go back and help me bring a good one to the Dharma Protector, in three days, I will definitely bring a comfortable head to receive the reward!"

Pei Zhenfeng didn't understand when he heard this, the person who spoke in the house was Feng Jiao, who set up an ambush on the front line of heaven that day and killed Zeng Hanru, the commander of the capital.

When he looked up, he saw that this tent was really different from others, it was a big circle, and there was a flag of the Five Grains Sect hanging on it.

Pei Zhenfeng continued to slip around the side of the tent with his waist bent, found the position of the desk where Feng Jiao was sitting, and quietly took out the saber in his waist.

"Yes, hall master, I will definitely help you bring the words."

"Well, okay, I'm fine here, you can go down."

"Yes!"

Hearing the footsteps of the sect member who came in turning around, Pei Zhenfeng had already held the steel knife in his hand, and the sharp tip of the knife flashed with cold light, aiming at the shaking figure in the inner room.

He looked around, and after making sure that there was no one, he was determined to avenge this arrow for Boss Zeng.

Kill him quietly, and go to the south gate, and no one will find out for a while, and the plan will not be delayed.

Pei Zhenfeng thought like this, he couldn't tolerate the enemy who killed the old commander, so he was let go as if nothing happened.

"Phew!"

A flash of sword flashed, and in front of its sharpness, the tent was easily pierced like rice paper, and pierced straight into the figure's chest.

"Boom!"

However, the knife light did not hear the sound of entering the flesh and the splash of blood as Pei Zhenfeng wished, but was replaced by a crisp metal sound, and the saber in his hand seemed to have been swung with great force, and was pressed to the ground by death, unable to move.

He tried with all his strength to lift the saber, but he couldn't move a single bit.

however

Just when he felt as if the saber was stuck in something, and he couldn't get in or out,

The power on the back of the knife suddenly disappeared,

Pei Zhenfeng, who had been through a hundred battles, didn't have time to think about it at all, he instinctively let go of his hand, didn't even want the knife, turned over and rolled to the side.

Just between the lightning and flint, a bright and dangling Pu knife stabbed out of the tent, and the position was exactly where Pei Zhenfeng was standing.

"Phew!"

The simple knife slashed upward, and on the wall of the camp tent, a triangular opening was opened, and an eight-foot man with a scar on his face looked at him with a hideous face, and sneered: "Sneaky, it turned out to be a big fish!" ”

"Someone!"

Feng Jiao stared at Pei Zhenfeng deadly, and shouted behind him without looking back,

"In! Hall Master! ”

In response, the two sect members rushed into the camp tent, and when they saw the scene in front of them, they immediately pulled out the crotch knife on their waists, preparing to cooperate with Feng Jiao to take down Pei Zhenfeng.

"Go, inform everyone, enemy attack! Prepare for battle! ”

However, Feng Jiao's words stopped them, and he felt that the first thing to do was to inform the whole camp that Pei Zhenfeng was not an assassin and would not come alone.

He clenched the simple knife in his hand, changed his posture, and then glanced at the steel knife by the tent.

"Mr. Pei, pick up the knife, don't say that I Feng Jiao didn't give you a chance, I'll send you to see your old commander today."

Pei Zhenfeng was annoyed in his heart, he underestimated the enemy, and was carried away by anger for a while, An Yi and Jiang Shang were in crisis, but now he couldn't afford to worry about it at all.

He slowly stretched out his foot, picked the steel knife on the ground to his side, and then firmly caught the hilt of the volley flying up with his right hand, and held the steel knife across his chest, as if facing a great enemy.

For now, let's solve the problem at hand first.

Let's say that An Yi was groping behind a tent, placing the last piece of fire and thunder, and then he heard "Whoosh~ Bang!" With a bang, an arrow shot up into the sky!

What's going on? Why did I pull the arrow before I went out?

He hurriedly stood up and looked in the direction of Fox Ridge, but found that the ridge was black and mushy, and there was no fire and rain pouring down.

Then as soon as I turned my head, I saw that in the originally silent camp, the sect members with all kinds of weapons in their hands came out of each camp tent, and groups gathered in the camp.

It's okay now, don't Pei Zhenfeng or Jiang Shang be discovered!

An Yi hurriedly hid his body behind the camp tent first, pulled out his sword and held it in his hand, and his eyes glanced into the camp from time to time.

About a stick of incense has passed since the time of the breakup, Jiang Shang must have left the south gate of the camp steadily, so this commotion must have been caused by Pei Zhenfeng, but how do you know where he is now?

The more An Yi thought about it, the more anxious he became, he saw that the sect members in the camp had already started a carpet search, and soon he couldn't hide here, he took out the drawings that Jin Mingyin drew for the two of them, trying to find a way to get out,

By the light of the fire in the tent, my fingers groped for the drawings,

suddenly

His attention was drawn to the eight placement points marked on the south side.

According to their previous assignment, Pei Zhenfeng was responsible for the placement of these ignition mines in the south.

So thinking about it this way, he should have been in the position of these points that alarmed the Wugu Sect.

That's right! That's it!

"One, two, three ......"

An Yi followed the position he had just set out from, and began to count from north to south point by point, he estimated that Pei Zhenfeng must have placed it in order, and now it was probably at the last two points.

The shouts in his ears became clearer and clearer, and his comfortable fingers groped a little bit on the drawings, and his face looked quite calm, but the beads of sweat on his forehead had deeply betrayed his anxious heart.

"This is it!"

He couldn't help but blurt out, and then tapped his index finger heavily on the point next to a larger tent,

"Go and see later!"

Obviously, the Five Grains Sect soon searched for it,

An Yi folded the drawings in his hand neatly, stuffed them into his sleeves, and then picked up the saber, and followed the memory in his mind, and molded towards Feng Jiao's camp.

"Boom!"

The originally heavy Pu knife was as flexible as a swimming dragon in Feng Jiao's hands, almost making Pei Zhenfeng defenseless, only the power to parry, and for a while, he felt that there was sword light everywhere around him.

"Hiss~Qiang!"

Pei Zhenfeng used the back of the knife here to avoid the tip of the knife that Feng Jiao stabbed at a very tricky angle!

Due to inertia, the body took three or two steps back before stabilizing its body, and the chest rose and fell rapidly, with the mist exhaled from the mouth quickly,

Because when they broke up just now, it was convenient to move when they planned to place fire and thunder, so they handed over the point gun that he often made to the sergeant, and followed Jiang Shang to the south gate of Nanying, leaving only a saber at his waist.

However, it is obvious that the texture of this saber is far less rigid than the Pu knife in Feng Jiao's hand, and after a few bumps, the uneven gaps have covered the blade.

"Zeng Hanru's old man is not my opponent, let alone you, just a revenant under the knife of Master Tu Zeng!"

After Feng Jiao taunted Pei Zhenfeng, who was gradually exhausted, he rounded the Pu knife in his hand like a windmill and attacked him again.

Pei Zhenfeng's road is very similar to Zeng Hanru, and the weapons used are all wide open and closed, and the techniques of one block, two planes and three sweeps are also very similar.

It's just that he doesn't have the strength of Zeng Hanru's arms, so he lacks a bit of fierce energy, and the one he is holding in his hand is an ordinary steel knife, so he is not Feng Jiao's opponent at all.

"Boom!"

After blocking the Pu knife that was slashed with the momentum of opening the mountain, it finally broke in half with a crisp sound, along the crack on the knife body.

"Hmph, I'll see what you use now!"

Feng Jiao snorted coldly, looked at the steel knife in Pei Zhenfeng's hand that had been broken in two, poured the strength of his whole body into his hands, and then held the handle of the knife tightly, and stabbed out towards him with the force of his feet, deciding to give him the final blow mercilessly!

"Die!"

He rushed over with a bang!

However, just as the cold light in Feng Jiao's hand was about to penetrate Pei Zhenfeng's chest,

But suddenly exerted force on his legs, stopped sharply under his feet, reversed the Pu knife in his hand, and pierced deeply into the ground in front of him, barely supporting the forward figure, and stood on the spot.

"What people!"

Feng Jiao, who stabilized his lower body, raised his foot and kicked the front back of Pu Dao, took advantage of the situation to hold the knife back in his hand, and shouted angrily at the cold light that suddenly came out from the side just now,

Dressed in plate armor, dressed comfortably as a heavy cavalryman, holding a sword in his hand, standing beside Pei Zhenfeng, the tip of the sword pointed at Feng Jiao,

"The one who took your dog's life!"

Needless to say, the sword light that came from the sneak attack just now was naturally from An Yi's hand.

As soon as this expert made a move, he knew if there was one, and at the same time, he didn't show a very nervous expression in the face of Feng Jiao, who was comfortably drinking Pei Zhenfeng, although he didn't know that An Yi was the group trainer they were looking for, but he knew that the two people in front of him together were not his opponents.

This is the truth, in this current situation, Liu Siyi is still about the same, comfortable? Ten more is not Feng Jiao's opponent!

However, Feng Jia doesn't seem to have the heart to "learn" martial arts with the two of them anymore.

He put his hands together and put them in his mouth, and whistled a long whistle in the direction of the camp,

"Whoa—"

After getting the signal, there was no half a cup of tea, and a group of sect members with weapons surrounded An Yi and Pei Zhenfeng in the middle.

Feng Jiao thrust the Pu knife into the ground, laughed suspiciously, and sneered: "I'll see who takes whose dog's life today!" ”