The silver-armored man closed his eyes slightly, and was sitting on the ground, a standard long sword half an inch from its sheath and placed it aside.

The sound of the owl pierced the air, he opened his eyes, and instantly raised his sword and left the camp, looking at the sky.

"Zhongsi, there is a 'meaning' to leave traces in the air." The old man in soft armor walked out of the tent with a branch in his hand and said to the man in silver armor.

The silver-armored man didn't speak, but raised his hand and made a few gestures in the air.

Under the dim sky, this quiet camp has changed a little.

The silver-armored man stood with his sword in hand, his ears twitching slightly, collecting and analyzing the sounds around him.

The strange ripples on the side of the elderly man rippled, and the two figures shrouded in darkness were half-hidden and half-visible: "Mo Yun." ”

The elderly man raised his hand and motioned for them to stop moving for the time being, waiting for the search results of this elite squad.

"Sick B position, now not, no surprise." A few owl chirps, and the information covered is transmitted.

The silver-armored man turned to look at the sick party, raised his hand in the air, and gestured again.

Several figures silently approached the non-team members in the sick B position from all directions.

……

Mo Yun held his breath and couldn't stop scolding his mother in his heart.

The so-called landing at the perigee was actually to kick him out of the building by Xu Ansheng when he was not paying attention.

The fall of the flat sand and the goose-like fall, his teeth clicked softly in pain.

It was the sound of the teeth clattering with each other, which was very clearly recognizable in the quiet of the camp that was somewhat abnormal.

Mo Yun touched the book wrapped around his chest, wanting to take the initiative to stand up and announce his arrival.

There is no reason for the two sides to oppose each other, he is here to send things to the right.

The camp was encamped in an open terrain, unlit by the slightest light, completely enveloped in darkness.

Mo Yun was amazed that this small team of unknown scale had strict laws that could be called absolute elites.

Sometimes it's a good thing, sometimes it's a bad thing.

For Mo Yun's current situation, this is a bad thing.

The slowly approaching soldier finally showed his blade, and the four sides moved and moved.

Mo Yun got up suddenly, and as soon as he blocked the attacking sword light, he heard a sound behind him, which came through the air.

Mo Yun exhaled a slight force in his hand, broke away from the knife light, and the lazy donkey that had been accumulating strength rolled and fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

The sword light in the static position was pinched when Mo Yun's strength was old and the rolling momentum had been completed.

Mo Yun immediately kicked his legs on the ground out of thin air, and retreated backwards like a swimming dragon.

The silver-armored man had been observing the quiet and dangerous skirmish with his long sword, and Mo Yun's movements were unhindered in his eyes, as if he had already calculated the path and entered the trap he had set.

The silver-armored man's toes lightly tapped on the long sword, and the long sword burst into the air, just like Mo Yun's head took the initiative to come up, and the long sword was nailed to the top of Mo Yun's head from mid-air, and the hair was all in it.

Mo Yun was covered in a cold sweat, dripping and wet.

"Where's the team...... It's scary, too. ”

No one made a sound during the whole process, only sporadic sounds.

"Nakaji, you can't kill it!" The old man saw that Mo Yun lying on the ground had been stopped by the soldiers of the team, and he knew a little about the behavior of this team, so he hurriedly spoke to stop it first, and then staggered to the side of the silver-armored man.

The silver-armored man tilted his head, his gaze cold.

The old man looked at those eyes and felt shuddered, as if he was staring at himself with a psychic and life-threatening ice weapon: "Shang Sangui wants to see the murderous soldier, first ask the whereabouts of the murderous soldier." ”

The silver-armored man turned to leave, beckoning to the sky, and a owl swept through the air silently, and on its claws was a piece of cloth from nowhere, pure white.

"That's a Xuan Master, don't make more trouble." The old man saw the strip of white cloth, felt the meaning on it, and reminded.

The silver-armored man let go of the owl and beckoned back, a longbow and a long arrow to catch it.

The bowstring is open, the arrows are sharp, the sky is late, and the arrows are cold.

The old man looked at the silver-armored man, shook his head, and staggered all the way to Mo Yun, waving his hand to disperse the four soldiers.

"By him." The man in the silver armor came here at some point.

Four soldiers retreated into the darkness with their weapons in their hands.

"Mo Yun?" The elderly man bent down and stretched out his hand to show his kindness.

Mo Yun was shocked, for the first time, he felt that he was so close to death that he almost passed by.

The sweat in their bodies couldn't stop them from soaking up.

Mo Yun's eyes widened as he looked at the dark and radiant sky, and he felt even more like his liver and gallbladder were split.

"Yes." Mo Yun stood up honestly, his legs were weak, and he almost fell upside down.

The old man hurriedly grabbed his arm: "Zhongsi, he is the third protector of Shangsangui, his martial arts skills are superb, and it is not a shame to be scared." ”

Mo Yun clamped his legs, and his trousers were still flowing with traces of panic: "...... Strong ......"

As soon as the words came out, Mo Yun immediately shut up, but the voice of a word trembled, even if his heart was surging, he still wanted to maintain a not so shameful attitude.

Mo Yun walked a few trembling steps before he gradually regained the feeling on his feet.

He felt a pair of eyes staring at him, choking at his back, almost piercing his heart and lungs.

He knew that these eyes were the ones who had scared him by peeing his pants just now.

He raised his hand and slapped himself on the cheek a few times, and the sound of snapping was especially clear in this dark night.

Mo Yun took a deep breath, barely controlling his trembling body, like a person who had just been melted by the heat after freezing, and had not yet completely stiffened, with an extremely slow movement, he deviated inch by inch towards the eyes behind him.

During the whole process, the great fear between life and death that he had just experienced still grabbed his body and limbs.

Mo Yun took a few deep breaths, and the time when he turned his head seemed to him like he had gone through several years and exhausted the courage of his life.

Mo Yun knew that he would not be able to get rid of this great fear for a period of time.

Turning his head to look at Mo Yun not far behind him, he didn't see anyone.

"Nakaji, let's go. You have a lot of courage. There are many people who do not even dare to raise up the courage to face it. The old man's face was full of admiration, "With this fear, live bravely." ”

Mo Yun was stunned, and he didn't know whether to be happy or regretful.

For the first time, a strong killing intent surged in his heart, if this person couldn't be killed, maybe he would only tremble under his killing intent forever.

The silver-armored man was still sitting on the ground, his sword at his side, half an inch out of his sheath.

A light lit up in the old man's tent, and the two sat on the floor facing a pot of hot soup.

"I'm the Langge Kexing Xuanshi, you can call me Wushidao."

Wu Shidao should be sixty or seventy years old, his left leg is sick, he is unable to walk, he is of medium size, and his face is old:

"Shang Sangui asked me to follow the two 'too dark' to pursue the murderers who fell into your hands. Based on the intelligence from all sides, we can determine that the murderer is no longer with you. Therefore, Shang Sangui's order is to kill you when he sees you. ”

Mo Yun was holding a bowl of steaming hot soup, and he didn't immediately take out the token given by Hong Xuchou: "What are you going to talk to me about?" ”

"There are only six fierce soldiers in the world who have exercised in these hundred years. One of them was taken away by a general surnamed Mo twenty-four years ago and fled to the north. Murderers are fascinated by the world because of their excessive thirst for killing, blood drinking, and man-controlled countermeasures, believing that as long as they uphold it, they can kill the world. However, these nonsense are all false rumors and rumors for the training of the people, and the people and organizations that really have murderous soldiers or have records in this regard know that there are only two conditions for the use of murderous soldiers, one is the blood of the person who cast the murderous soldiers, and the other is the incision formed by the murderous soldiers over the years. Strange to say, Mo Yun, you destroyed the dock fort, but inadvertently broke into the battlefield, and staged a good show of murderous soldiers returning to the world, and hundreds of people died because of you. According to Shang Sangui's confession to me, this murderous soldier in the form of a treasure in Wubao this time is not a complete piece. It is a part of a murderer. Unless someone has seen the whole picture of this murderous soldier, how can anyone know its incision in the Plains of Zhuzhan thousands of miles away? If you don't know its incision, it can only be passed down by blood. If that's the case, then your identity as Mo Yun is a bit interesting. Wu Shidao picked up the big spoon next to the pot and stirred it in the hot pot, the soup was rippling and mellow and fragrant.

"Excuse me, what is your relationship with that General Mo?" Wu Shidao scooped up a bowl of hot soup, blew the hot air, and sipped it slowly, his eyes did not stay on Mo Yun.

"I'm an orphan, and the master has something to do with that General Mo, and the master named me after General Mo." Mo Yun brought out the set he had said to Hong Xuchou again.

"Faith is a point. Nine points do not believe. Wu Shidao put down the tea bowl and stared at Mo Yun for a long time, "...... Not really. ”

"You...... And Hong Xuchou? Mo Yun frowned.

"I followed General Mo out of the south together, and parted with him halfway." Wu Shidao pointed to the book that Mo Yun was hiding behind the armor, "Did you give this token to Zhongsi yourself, or did I hand it over on my behalf?" ”

"I ...... Do it yourself. After Mo Yun drank a few bowls of hot soup, he felt the chill in his body be somewhat dissipated, and he felt that he could have some courage to face the person called Zhongsi.

"Good. Going back to the question just now, I might as well say to you, if you admit your identity with General Mo, we can be blameless with you. If you don't admit it, I have no choice but to ...... you according to Shang Sangui's request."

Wu Shidao's voice stopped, and a half-hidden shadow appeared behind him.

Wu Shidao looked at Mo Yun and pursed his lips: "Mo Yun, you'd better make it clear that it will not be harmful to you or to us." ”

Mo Yun shook his head, and the moment he shook his head, he felt a tingling chill on the back of his neck, coldly stirring up the hairs all over his body.

This kind of stinging, he has experienced.

A few days ago, in the ruins of the inn, when he was weak.

Wu Shidao sighed:

"Shoot or kill."

The coldness was abrupt.

……

Bai Burong covered the wound on his wrist and watched coldly as the arrow galloped from the ground.

"Angry." Xu Ansheng burped and became drunk.

"It's a little bit off." Liu Nancheng paused, "There is also a Xuan Master below. ”

"It's warning us. This martial arts master is very skilled. I really want to go down and compete. "The white cloth is full of coldness.

"Langge, you are indeed qualified to sell weapons." Liu Nancheng nodded, "I can't let them underestimate Master Xuan." ”

The voice was short, and the silver-armored man's eyes were like lightning, soaring into the sky, and as a black dot fell bigger and bigger, his eyes were filled with brilliant fire.

The corpse fell to the ground, and he died without looking at it.