Although it was the height of summer, there was still a bone-chilling chill in the dawn air in the north, even if a master with a unique skill like Zhao Ziming suddenly poured into his collar, he still couldn't help but shiver.

Carefully clenched his fists, which were a little numb, and gently let out a breath of heat, Zhao Ziming glanced at Xiao Ling not far from him, and the pupils of his eyes shrank suddenly. In the dark night, Xiao Ling's entire body was completely hidden in the wet grass, as if he was integrated with the surrounding environment, and he seemed to be unaware of the clammy and cold air, lying there motionless, letting the dew wet his clothes and clinging to his body.

For a whole night, Zhao Ziming felt that his limbs were extremely cold, and his body was almost stiff, but Xiao Ling's face was always the same, and a pair of indifferent eyes stared at the handsome tent hundreds of meters away, without a moment of distraction.

"What a scary fellow!" Zhao Ziming took a breath of cold air and said secretly in his heart. When he went north from Jinyang, Liu Zhong deliberately explained that Zhao Ziming had not neglected Xiao Ling, not only because the latter was a happy cronie, but also because he was the descendant of the world's number one killer, and he must not be underestimated.

At first, Zhao Ziming didn't think so, after all, in his opinion, it was enough to be a killer, but now he no longer had the slightest contempt and contempt in his heart. Xiao Ling's martial arts are strong, if not to mention for the time being, it is the means of this god to sneak into the Dahe Biluo military camp unknowingly, and the tenacity that does not move no matter how difficult the external environment is is beyond Zhao Ziming's reach.

Xiao Ling's heart was shocked, and his eyes couldn't help but be a little distracted, but he quickly came back to his senses, and a look of determination flashed on his face.

"I'm the protector of the Moon Worship Sect, how can I let you underestimate it!" Thinking of this, Zhao Ziming's spirit was also invigorated, his body was tightly attached to the ground, and his eyes stared at the handsome tent in the distance flickering in the flickering firelight.

Although the Lunatic Cult is now cooperating with Happy Happy, on the surface they are more like being reduced to Happy Vassals, which makes many people in the Sect unconvinced. As the commander who assisted Dahe Chucai to quell the civil strife and took charge of the Khitan power of the Lunatic Sect, Zhao Ziming naturally did not want to be overshadowed by Xiao Ling.

Perhaps in the eyes of Dahe Biluo, Dahe Chucai, who lives in a remote corner, is already at the end of his rope, and it is only a matter of time before he is defeated, and his defense around the tent is not very tight, and because of the heavy cold at night, coupled with the overnight time, the more than 300 soldiers on duty can't help but be a little sluggish and drowsy at this time.

Before dawn is the darkest time of the day, and it is also the time when people are most tired and relaxed.

When a column of ten-man soldiers patrolling the camp walked into the distance, and their vision was blocked by other military tents, Xiao Ling, who was dressed in black, suddenly threw himself out of the grass where he was hiding. Listening to the soft sound of "swish", Xiao Ling's body had already appeared ten meters away, and he was really quiet and moving.

Zhao Ziming was startled at first, but immediately reacted, and he also held his breath, tried his best to restrain his breath, and followed Xiao Ling's figure like an arrow from Lixuan to pounce on the handsome tent.

Xiao Ling's speed was very fast, and it only took three breaths before the person rushed to the front of the handsome tent. The guards for Dahe Biluo are all rare warriors of the Khitan clan, I don't know how many bloody battles they have experienced, although their spirits are a little lax at this time, they still notice the strangeness of the air, especially the trace of murderous aura that leaks from Zhao Ziming's body makes them suddenly sober up.

Seeing two men dressed in black rushing towards the tent, the four warriors were immediately shocked, and they were about to shout a warning shout, but when they saw Xiao Ling's right hand shake, four strangely shaped darts flew out of his hands, which sank into their throats before the four warriors could react, turning their cries into low whimpers.

Ignoring the four stunned Khitan warriors with a look of disbelief, Xiao Ling's body was closed and swept into the tent.

"Who?!"

As soon as the figure swept into the tent, Xiao Ling's body did not hesitate, and suddenly rushed to the ground. When Xiao Ling's body was about to pounce on the ground, a fierce wind suddenly swept overhead, and the cold murderous aura made the muscles in Xiao Ling's back contract, and then he heard an angry shout in the handsome tent.

Xiao Ling didn't answer, just when his body was about to touch the ground, his left palm suddenly poked out and propped it up on the ground, and his body took advantage of the momentum to rush towards the source of the voice, and the slender and small Golden Moon Scimitar also stabbed towards the person silently.

Oga Biluo's tent is very large, and there are many braziers around it, which illuminates the inside of the tent to the fullest, which is also the reason why the personal guards in the tent can find Xiao Ling's whereabouts. The guards in the tent thought that their own surprise attack could catch Xiao Ling off guard, but they didn't want the latter's reaction speed to be surprisingly fast, not only dodged their own killing moves, but also took advantage of the situation to launch an incomparable killing move towards them.

"Don't think!"

The guards in the tent caught a glimpse of the golden moon scimitar stabbed towards his chest, and immediately shouted angrily, the scimitar in his hand suddenly folded, slashing towards Xiao Ling's back, the enemy must be saved, if Xiao Ling's moves remain unchanged, the result will inevitably be a defeat for both sides.

Zhao Ziming then entered the account, and saw the guards in the tent and Xiao Ling's response to each other, and he couldn't help but secretly cheer in his heart, just when he was about to help Xiao Ling, he saw that the latter was in the air, but he seemed to have eyes on his back, and twisted strangely, so that the scimitar of the guard in the tent was slashed in the air against his back, and the golden moon scimitar in his hand pierced into the former's heart in an instant.

The guard in the tent stiffened suddenly, the pupils of his eyes shrank suddenly, and he looked at Xiao Ling who was fluttering lightly with an unbelievable expression, wanting to say something, but Xiao Ling didn't look at him, his body shook slightly, and he threw himself towards the bed covered by the curtain in the tent again.

"Where did the thief come from, he dared to assassinate the king and seek death!" Oga Hiro had been woken up by the exclamations of the guards, and when he saw the dark shadow rushing towards him through the curtain, he did not hesitate to swing his sword and rush towards him, while shouting loudly.

Xiao Ling was not afraid, the Golden Moon Scimitar in his hand seemed to have passed through space, and when Ohga Biro's scimitar slashed to the top of his head, the Golden Moon Scimitar had already pierced his throat.

"There are assassins, protect the king!"

The sound in the tent inevitably alarmed the guards outside the tent, and when Xiao Ling pounced on Daga Biluo, seven or eight guards angrily attacked him with their blades, but how could their speed compare to Xiao Ling.

Indifferently glanced at the Khitan warriors who rushed forward, Xiao Ling shook his hand and shot seven or eight darts, only to hear a few soft sounds of "poof", and the guards who rushed to the front immediately screamed and threw themselves to the ground, tripped over their companions behind, and there was chaos in the tent. Xiao Ling took the opportunity to swing his knife and tore a gap in the sturdy cowhide tent, dodged and pounced, and rushed out of the barracks like green smoke towards the road that had been explored a long time ago.

Seeing that the task was completed and there were many chasing soldiers in the rear, how could Zhao Ziming dare to stay in place, so when Xiao Ling rushed out of the tent, he also improved his body skills to the extreme, chasing Xiao Ling and fleeing outside the barracks.

Until he got rid of the pursuers, traveled all the way, and returned to the station of Dahe Chucai's department, Xiao Ling never said a word from beginning to end.

Panting slightly, looking sideways at Xiao Ling, who was still indifferent and had a hint of lack of expression, Zhao Ziming couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Killers, especially top killers like Xiao Ling, are really terrifying, they must be killers, even if they don't hit, they will immediately flee, and they really come and go without a trace, which makes people unguardable.

"Mr. Xiao, Mr. Zhao!"

Xiao Ling and Zhao Ziming entered the tent together, and Dahe Chucai and Dahe Wushu walked forward quickly, and the former asked with a concerned face, "Are you two back?" I don't know if I'm hurt? ”

Xiao Ling didn't answer, and first glanced at Dahe Chucai deeply. Dahe Chucai didn't pay attention to the results of the battle, but asked the two of them about their condition first, whether he was hypocritical or not, being able to say so also made Xiao Ling, who was tired and hungry after a night of cold wind, feel a lot more comfortable.

Xiao Ling's gaze quickly returned to silence, and then he said coldly: "Prince Oga, Dahe Biluo has been conferred the head, and this is the time for you to counterattack reactionally. ”

"Dead?" Dahe Chucai's sturdy body shook slightly, his eyes instantly dimmed, and his face was sad. In any case, Oga Biro was his half-brother, but now that he was fratricidal, he was inevitably sad and desolate.

"Prince, now that the rebels are leaderless, it is a good time for you to raise your arms and shout to unify the Khitan, for the great cause of the Khitan clan, the prince must not hesitate again!" Seeing that Dahe Chucai was a little distracted, Dahe Wushu couldn't help but say in a deep voice.

A few months ago, the situation was very good, it was because he couldn't kill the big He Biluo, which made the latter turn defeat into victory, if there was no happy help, I am afraid that at this time, he would have already become a pile of dry bones on the grassland.

Dahe Chucai's body was shocked, he took a deep breath, hid all the sadness in his eyes, and then looked at Dahe Wushu solemnly and said: "Wushu, gather all the soldiers and horses in the headquarters, and launch a counterattack in a quarter of an hour, this battle must completely defeat the rebels and unify the Khitan!" ”

"Don't worry, the brothers have been waiting for you for a long time!" Dahe Wushu fell to the ground on one knee, and looked at Dahe Chucai with burning eyes.

"Okay, you go and give the order!"

"Yes!"

When Dahe Wushu walked out of the handsome tent with the pace of a tiger and a tiger, Dahe Chucai looked at Zhao Ziming and Xiao Ling and said: "Mr. Xiao, Mr. Zhao, the same clan is frying each other, Chu Cai really can't bear it in his heart, and this battle will depend on the help of the two of them!" ”

Xiao Ling looked at Dahe Chucai coldly, and said in a cold tone: "We will help the prince achieve what he wants, but I hope that the prince will not forget the agreement with my little prince that day." ”

Dahe Chucai's face tightened, he looked at Xiao Ling sincerely and seriously, and said loudly and reasonably: "Mr. Xiao, just rest assured, if I Dahe Chucai renegades the covenant and dishonestly brothers, discipline me Dahe Chucai will die without a place to be buried, so that the Khitan line will die from now on!" ”