Everyone nodded, no one made a sound, Zhang Huan gestured, and everyone tiptoed close to the West Island military camp. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In order to conceal his whereabouts, there was not the slightest light in the barracks, and it was pitch black everywhere.

The camp was heavily guarded, and there were patrols scattered around, but in front of a group of assassins with an average level of six, it was useless, after all, within ten meters, people with high ranks could always see the opportunity. Zhang Huan, Feng Liu and the others turned over the antlers, sneaked into the gate, and slowly approached those patrol posts against the edge, and dealt with them neatly.

Zhang Huan raised the double sword in his hand, shining with the moonlight, and Shen Yugong's personal entourage, as well as the palace guards, poured into the gate.

The brilliance flashed again, and everyone rushed into the tent one after another, without speaking, the sword swung sharply, stabbing into the flesh and blood of the soldiers of the West Island.

Puff puff!

Most of the soldiers are good at hand-to-hand combat, and if you kill one more person at this time, you will have less trouble later. Everyone slaughtered violently, and they didn't know how many people they had killed.

Zhang Huan was in charge of the brigade commander's tent, and the brigade commander was a sixth-level wrestler, and he was also a master in the army, but he only made two moves in front of Zhang Huan, and was pierced through the throat by a pair of ghost swords.

The screams filled the entire military camp, and many soldiers woke up in their sleep, but suddenly found that there were enemies with sharp blades everywhere, and they had been lurking in Wangjun Mountain for two months, knowing that once their whereabouts were discovered, they would never be lucky, so they were always waiting to be attacked by someone.

As a result, some soldiers soon began to resist.

In such a chaotic and sinister situation, no one fled, and the soldiers with weapons desperately blocked in front of their comrades, and the soldiers who had been severely injured were like mad dogs, hugging and biting, in a vain attempt to die with the sneak attackers.

Tragic and tenacious!

However, Zhang Huan and their many people were the first, and their strength far surpassed these Yi soldiers, especially Dark Feather, most of them were assassins, and they were already good at fighting with their lives.

They walked out of their respective tents, followed the place where there were still shouts of killing, and when there was a fish that slipped through the net, they surrounded them and killed them on the spot.

The fight lasted for half an hour before it ended.

Zhang Huan counted the casualties, two people were killed by Dark Yu, three were seriously injured by the palace guards, and more than 30 people died by Shen Yugong's personal entourage.

This result made Zhang Huan a little surprised, they attacked each other with five hundred elites, although they were one enemy and two, but they were secretly attacking, I didn't expect so many people to die, it seems that these soldiers in the camp are not ordinary soldiers.

The crowd used the wound medicine from Spindle Valley to treat the wound urgently, and Zhang Huan sent twenty people to go down the mountain to contact the Beiyan army on the other side of the river, and asked the other party to drive a boat across the river to transport the wounded and corpses.

"Let's collect the corpses of these soldiers separately, remember, to confirm whether the other party is really dead to prevent omissions!" Zhang Huan thought about it, but still commanded in a deep voice.

Seeing the expressionless face with a ring, everyone looked stunned, and when they agreed, they dispersed.

So in the moonlight, black shadows covered each corpse, and then pierced the throat with a sharp blade, which seemed cruel, but it was the best way to confirm death and prevent accidents.

Suddenly, a guard who was approaching the corpse widened his eyes and let out a low roar, then he covered his abdomen with his hand and stepped back repeatedly, falling to the ground with a thud.

A short knife plunged deep into the belly of the guard!

The surrounding people moved, and they rushed up, but they saw a tall and thin figure, which suddenly rose into the air and fled outside the camp like night owls.

"Knoll, beware!" While Zhang Huanfei was in hot pursuit, he yelled and reminded Qiu Ye that the other party's move, if nothing else, must be to destroy those supporting tree trunks.

Collapse! Collapse! Collapse! The guards guarding the trunk of the tree took the lead, and the powerful feather arrows instantly locked onto the figure that was still in mid-air.

"Damn it!" As soon as the bowstring sounded, the man shouted, as if he did not expect that the other party was still ambushing twenty strong bows outside, and he waved his arms sharply, desperately striking the feather arrows, making a mess of his hands.

"Cunning Shen Yugong!"

That person knew that Shen Yugong, the lord of Beacon Fire City, was an eighth-level archer, and there was also a two-hundred-person Silver Feather Guard under his tent, and the members were all sharpshooters with hundreds of shots, so he mistakenly thought that Shen Yugong personally led the Silver Feather Guard to attack the camp.

However, his own strength is strong, even if Shen Yugong comes, he is not afraid, he fell to the ground and pretended to be dead just now, just to take advantage of the other party's unpreparedness and destroy a few supporting tree trunks, so that Wangjun Mountain can collapse. As for these sneak attackers, although their strength is good, if they want to keep themselves, it is unlikely.

"Almost hurt!" The man touched the ground and muttered discontentedly.

The surrounding guards were nervous: What a strong strength!

Qiu Ye never made a move, he hid in a bush, secretly looked at the opponent in front of him, and did not dare to take a breath, the oil green bow was clenched tightly by him, and a black feather arrow was on the bowstring.

The attacks of the guards became more and more intense, and they were all good at shooting, and at this moment they did not spare any strength, and their strong bows and arrows attacked the opponent's head, neck, chest, and abdomen. Although the man was powerful, he was forced to have no time to care, so he could only keep dodging and blocking.

Zhang Huan and the others then arrived, and when this person saw it, he was a little anxious, but he was unwilling to fail like this and fled, and while parrying, he was looking for an opportunity to destroy the trunk.

Zhang Huan saw the other party's thoughts, and whispered a few words to a guard next to him, who nodded, and rushed back to the camp with fifty people, shooting from top to bottom.

That person suddenly became a belly and back to the enemy, and the pressure doubled, although his strength was strong, but in terms of combat experience, how could he be the opponent of the "righteous servant" Zhang Huan.

Seeing this, the twenty guards below slowed their offensive, attracting the man to gradually move away from the trunk of the tree that supported the mountain.

The man, under the pressure of arrows from above, unconsciously moved outward, getting farther and farther away from the trunks.

Zhang Huan saw the right time, jumped into the room, the sword in both hands soared, and the person was enveloped in it, he held a short sword, and the moves flowed, dissolving Zhang Huan's double swords one by one, but his heart sank suddenly.

"Huh? This is the Zimu Sword, are you the ghost sword Zhang Huan? ”

That person came from a kendo family in the West Island Empire, and he was familiar with the swordsmanship of the world, and his son's and mother's sword moves were strange and unique, so he recognized him at a glance.

"You're a water sword streamer?" Zhang Huan was also a little surprised, but the two long swords were different swordsmanship and attacked around the man.

The man was attacked by him, he could only hold his breath and concentrate, constantly parrying, and he didn't have time to speak, and he found that Zhang Huan's strength was not lower than his own, and he was proficient in sword moves.

"It's better to take the opportunity to escape, and then make plans!"

Zhang Huan immediately seized the opportunity, roared, and the two swords snapped together, like a burning stick, swept towards his waist. This man did not have a hard frame, the short sword in his hand was a little on the body of the sword, and at the same time, he kicked hard with both feet, and gently floated backwards.

This body method is called a leaf to know autumn, pay attention to an elegant and light spirit, this person's skills are profound, the body is like an autumn leaf in the wind, easily dodging Zhang Huan's attack, and then falling to the ground silently-

Immediately after, a heart-wrenching cry of sorrow suddenly resounded through Wangjun Mountain:

"Oops!"

"Which king *eight* egg buries nails in the ground!" (To be continued.) )