Halfway through, the wind and snow had gradually stopped, and the dark streets were so silent that the thick snow under his feet was silent, and Li Ang stood in front of a vermilion lacquer gate, and behind him was Li Yanzong and one hundred and seven soldiers.

Honglu, originally to praise loudly and guide the meaning of the ceremony, has been the main foreign guest since the Qin and Han Dynasty. Under the Dahonglu Temple, there are pedestrians, interpreters, and three orders. The owner of this mansion in front of Li Ang is the residence of the interpreter of the three orders of Honglu Temple.

"Control the whole house, trespasser, kill!" Li Ang glanced back at Li Yanzong and walked towards the two closed vermilion lacquer gates. The soldiers of the two teams of hidden cavalry battalions disappeared into the alleys on both sides of the house, and Li Yanzong followed Li Ang with his own army.

The snow on Li Ang's shoulders shook off with his strong arms, and under the horrified gaze of Li Yanzong and the soldiers of the Dark Cavalry Battalion, a sound of hardwood cracking sounded, and with the harsh friction sound of the door shaft turning, the closed vermilion lacquer door slowly opened.

Pushing the door in, Li Ang walked into the mansion, looking at the door latch that fell to the ground and broke into two, the thickness of a sea bowl, Li Yanzong and those soldiers in the dark cavalry battalion realized how terrifying Li Ang's hard qigong and soft strength were.

Walking into the dark compound, the well-trained soldiers of the dark cavalry battalion immediately occupied the corridors on both sides, and at this time, on the outer wall of the mansion, the soldiers of the two teams of the dark cavalry battalion had all occupied the key positions, and the crossbows in their hands were aimed at the lobby in front of the mansion.

The black horse sword in Li Ang's hand was in the snow, and Li Yanzong stood behind him, his eyes staring at the *** that was gradually becoming clear in front of him. At this moment the night watchman ran out of the small room next to the gate and looked at the crossbows. A cold-eyed, expressionless soldier in black. I was so scared that I couldn't even speak, and my legs shook like a sieve.

"If you don't want to die, go back." Li Yanzong looked at the night watchman who was so frightened that his face turned pale and said coldly. At his words, the night watchman was stunned, and then ran back to his room. Shut the door shut.

The butler who came out with the lantern and the little servant, looked at the black-clothed officer standing in the snow in front of the hall, holding the black giant room, a chill rose in his heart, the pair of cold eyes like a knife made him lose even the courage to speak, and several young men in green clothes behind him looked at the black soldiers in the corridor with crossbows that emitted a steel-blue glow, and the hands holding the sticks trembled.

"Tell your lord to bring his Persian friends to me." Leon finally spoke, his voice calm, as calm as the fine snow falling on a winter night, which made people's hearts have an indescribable indifference.

"Yes. Master Jun. The butler relied on the dim light of the lantern in his hand to see clearly the two silver dragon emblems shining with cold light on the collar of the black-clothed officer in front of him. hurriedly responded, and let a few frightened young men in Tsing Yi watch here, and the housekeeper flew in with a lantern.

"It's okay, I'll go out and have a look." Dong Wenzhong had already been alarmed by the noise outside, he looked at the concubine who woke up next to him, and said comfortingly. "You sleep a little longer." Just as he got up and put on his clothes, the butler arrived with a lantern.

"Old... Master... Outside... Come... Here comes a group of military masters... Say... Said to be let the master... Friends with Persia ... Go out... Go out and meet them. After a rush, the butler was out of breath. Listening to the staccato words coming from outside the door, the clothed figures in the room froze. After a long while, the housekeeper outside the door heard his master's instructions.

"Take those military masters to the guest hall, so that they can be served, and I will arrive later." Dong Wenzhong pushed open the door, his face was as calm and calm as usual, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a panic that could not be handled.

"Yes. Master, I'll go. Seeing that his master looked calm. The butler answered, and hurriedly trotted away. Glancing at the butler whose figure had disappeared into the darkness, Dong Wenzhong took the candlestick and walked to the study in the distance.

"Master Jun, please sit inside, my master will be here later." The housekeeper looked at Li Ang, who was standing in the snow in front of the hall, standing still, like a stone statue, and said with a smile

"No need." Li Ang glanced at the half-hundred-year-old butler and said coldly. Swept by that cold gaze, the housekeeper felt a chill in his heart, and his body couldn't help but tremble, and he didn't dare to say anything more, but just led a few small servants to stand in front of the hall, looking at the motionless black soldiers in fear, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

The study lit up, Dong Wenzhong looked at the middle-aged Persian man who appeared in the dark, his expression was respectful, he bowed his head and said, "Master Hoga, it looks like our plan has been revealed, please leave as soon as possible, I will drag those people down." ”

"Be careful." The Persian man who was called Master Hoga by Dong Wenzhong nodded and walked out of the study, followed by a petite woman, and outside the door, eight Persians in black with a strong body protected them, and walked towards the back door of the mansion in the distance.

"Be careful." Just as he approached the gate of the backyard, Hoga suddenly shouted, and the scimitar under his wide robe suddenly reached in his hand, and he stood behind the woman, blocking the steel crossbow that suddenly attacked in the darkness.

Of the eight black-clothed Persians, two fell, and the remaining six held scimitars in their hands, tightly guarding Hoga and Dong Wenzhong and the woman, carefully scanning the darkness ahead, guarding against the deadly crossbow arrows that would be fired at some point.

Hoga could feel the vague figures hidden in the high walls in the darkness in the distance, they were real elites, and they had powerful repeaters with short-range lethality, and if they wanted to charge hard, they would only fall under the dense crossbows, and even the shadow of the enemy would be invisible, and they would all die.

For a while, several people froze in place, there were no crossbow arrows in the darkness again, and the expression on his face changed several times, Huo Jia looked at Dong Wenzhong, who was pale beside him, and said in a deep voice, "Take me to meet them." ”

"Master." Dong Wenzhong looked at Huo Jia with a clear face in the dark, and didn't know what to say.

"Da Mingzun is calling me." Hoga smiled, the scimitar in his hand was gone, he glanced at his black-clad subordinates, and walked forward, followed by the petite woman.

The lights in the lobby turned on, and Dong Wenzhong looked at the somewhat frightened housekeeper and a few family members who were guarding the front of the hall. He said to them, "Go back." Take care of Madame, Childe, and don't let them come out. ”

"Yes, sir." Hearing Dong Wenzhong, the housekeeper and several family members hurriedly ran to the back hall as if they were amnesty. Leaving this horrible place that they felt suffocated.

Standing still, slightly closed

Ang opened his eyes, and in an instant, Dong Wenzhong felt a sudden light in the night, he subconsciously took a step back, a chill in his heart surged, and his body trembled inexplicably. Suddenly, a broad palm pressed against his shoulder, calming him down. looked at Dong Wenzhong, with curly black hair. A tall Persian with royal blue eyes, Leon's gaze was on him.

Hoga stared at the pitch black. The hand hidden under the wide robe trembled slightly, leaning towards the scimitar hilt behind him, although the two were far apart, the posture of the black-clothed officer was by no means suitable for pulling out the black giant sword, but he believed it. As long as the black-clad officer drew his sword, the distance between them could not stop him at all.

Leon looked at Hoga whose body was shaking lightly that was difficult to discern with the naked eye, and knew that this Persian Manichaean sword master was already in a state where he could draw his sword at any time. Leon withdrew his gaze and said his name, "Hoja-Hassan." ”

Looking at the black-clothed officer who indifferently said his full name, Hogadi's heart beat violently, he suppressed the idea of wanting to make a move, looked at the cold-hearted black-clothed officer, and said in a deep voice, "Hoga has seen the general. ”

"Dong Wenzhong. Decide it yourself, so as not to bring harm to your family. Leon glanced at the Persian with a calm face. looked at Dong Wenzhong beside him and said coldly.

Hearing those cold words, Dong Wenzhong looked at the crossbow-wielding soldiers in the corridors on both sides of the hall, a few bleak smiles appeared on his pale face, and he looked at Huo Jia beside him, "Master, Wen Zhong has gone to see Mingzun first." After saying that, he snatched a scimitar from the black-clothed Persian on his left, and pulled it across his neck, pulling it one by one, and the blood in his throat rose three feet, and his body fell to the ground weakly.

Glancing at Dong Wenzhong, who had fallen to the ground, Li Ang looked at Huo Jia, "I'll give you a way to live, tell me the people you know, and I'll let you leave Chang'an safely." ”

"General, you already know what we're going to do, do you think I'll take your promise?" Huo Jia looked at Dong Wenzhong's corpse on the ground with some sadness, and said in a low voice.

"In that case, there's not much to say." Li Ang's eyebrows raised slightly, and he looked at Li Yanzong behind him, as long as he gave an order, the soldiers of the dark cavalry battalion on both sides of the corridor would detain the crossbow machines in their hands and shoot these Persians into hedgehogs.

"General, I want to make a deal with you, you should know that this kid behind me..."Hoga looked at the cold black-clad officer and pulled out the person behind him, it was a beautiful Persian girl with blue eyes as pure as spring water.

"I never make a deal with the enemies of the state." Leon interrupted Hoga's words, he looked at the girl who looked like a fawn, and said coldly, "And she is not a child, she is proficient in all kinds of assassination techniques, and she can kill people in an instant, such a person, it is appropriate to call it an assassin, right?" ”

The black-clothed officer's rhetorical question made Hoga's heart sink, and the feeling was like the whole person sinking into the lake of a winter night, cold and dark, only despair.

"How can the general let her go?" Hoga was still trying, he didn't want the disciple next to him to die in this place for worthlessness, she had her mission.

"Tell me who she is first, and I'll think about it." Before Leon saw him, the master of Manichaeism cared so much about the girl beside him, and his eyes were cold, and he asked as he forced him.

"The eldest daughter of my king, and the son of my religion." Hoga replied in a low voice, and the six black-clad Persians beside him had tightly protected the girl behind him.

"The eldest daughter of the king, the Holy Son, you are willing to pay the capital." The corner of Li Ang's mouth sneered, he looked at the calm girl who was embraced, nodded at Hoga and said, "Okay, I'll spare her life." ”

"Thank you for the general's success, I don't know if the general will dare to fight with me." Leaning slightly, Hoga looked up at Leon.

"I accept your challenge." The black giant sword in front of Li Ang reached his left hand, he looked at Hoga and the six Persian men in black, and said coldly, "Go up one by one, or go up together, whatever you want." ”

"Lord." Seeing that Li Ang took on the challenge of the Persians, and it was to be one against seven, Li Yanzong couldn't help but step forward.

"Stand down." Li Ang drank Li Yanzong, and his murderous sword had not yet tried its edge since it was practiced.

Hoga looked at a Persian beside him, he wanted to see how strong the swordsmanship of the black-clothed officer in front of him was, and his warrior intuition only let him know that the black-clothed officer in front of him was very strong.

Looking at the black-clothed Persian who walked out, Leon was still standing there, but he was holding a black giant sword in his left hand, looking at the black-clothed Persian who was cautiously approaching him, with indifferent coldness in his eyes.

There was no shout, and the black-clad Persian's whimsitized knife arced in the night wind and slashed at the black-clad officer standing still in front of him. The blood flashed, and the black-clothed Persian only felt that his body was light, and the whole person fell, and his scimitar fell three feet from Leon.

Looking at the black-clothed Persian whose body was suddenly cut in two from his waist and abdomen, everyone looked at Leon in horror, the scabbard of his left hand was empty, and the formidable black giant sword was already held in his right hand, lying beside him, and the drooping blade of the sword, the blood beads that gathered into a line fell drop by drop, staining the white snow red.

No one except Hoga knew how Leon drew his sword and cut off the body of the black-clothed Persian with a single sword. Glancing at the two bodies that were still twitching unconsciously in the snow, Hoga nodded silently to the five subordinates beside him.

Five black-clothed Persians fanned around Leon, their faces were calm, but they were almost too cautious in their steps, looking at the black-clothed Persians who were slowly approaching, Leon suddenly moved, he took a step forward, swung his sword and swept it, the sharp blade of the sword cut through the airflow, and let out a whimpering and terrible howl, as if he was holding a bloodthirsty beast in his hand.

The fierce black giant sword swept away the five scimitars that it touched, and Hoga looked at the five subordinates who were flying upside down in the snow, their sternums shattered, and his face sank, and the black-clothed officer in front of him used the ultimate swordsmanship, which was no longer something that could be cracked by simple skills.

Huo Jia pulled out the two scimitars behind him, and slowly walked down the stone steps, Da Mingzun was calling him, looking at the black giant sword, he thought so.

It's an honor to die under such a sword! Hoga raised his head and looked at Leon who was holding his sword.