As a top-level killer, he can usually make accurate judgments about the life or death of his target. Today, however, he has struggled to deliver on his promises.

He had said many times that he wanted to take Tang An's life, but Tang An was still alive and well - even if he had fallen into the vortex of death.

When he held the bronze ancient sword and wanted to remove one of Tang An's arms first, the man in white who looked ordinary and held a soft sword moved.

The ghost thorn didn't know Xu Xian, and he didn't know that he was a master of Feitianmen registration. But after a sword, he remembered the man.

The sword is like a poisonous snake swimming in the air, twisting its body so that people don't know that it will bite you from which direction. But the ghost thorn knows that as long as it is contaminated by the "fangs", it is destined to be splashed with blood on the spot.

He had no choice but to withdraw the ancient sword and entangle with the software. And the ghost servants around saw that Xu Xian still dared to burst out under the heavy surrounding, and attacked from all directions without saying anything.

The software was wrapped around the ancient sword sword god and pulled it out violently. If the ancient sword is withdrawn, the chest of the ghost thorn will be exposed. Fortunately, the latter has profound skills, and he drew a semicircle on his chest, lightly unloading Xu Xian's strength.

Xu Xian's face changed slightly, and when he heard the sound of breaking wind behind him, he had no choice but to withdraw the short sword, and the posture slashed a sword ray towards the back, and the two ghost servants who had just followed up only felt a chill on their cheeks, and the white mask immediately split into four petals and flew into the sky, but there was an extra red sword mark on the cheeks of both of them.

"Poof!"

The two fell to the ground, and in an instant they were two corpses.

The ghost's thorn was furious. Killing people under his nose, what did he think of himself?

Lao Tzu is the king of ghosts! There have always been only powerful ghosts asking for their lives, who would dare to make a mistake in the Yellow Springs Netherworld?

"Whew!"

The ghost thorn raised the bronze ancient sword and stabbed at the unsuspecting Xu Xian, while not forgetting to tell the remaining ghost servants: "Kill Tang An!" ”

The night is long and dreamy, and he has had enough.

Tang An looked at Xu Xian, who was flawless, and then looked at the few ghost servants around him who came with swords, and his heart sank.

He has encountered countless hardships and dangers, but there has never been a time when he has not been able to fight back at all.

Think of the soldiers waiting for reinforcements on the border of the Western Regions, think of the white-haired old man in Bianjing City, think of Su Mei'er who is far away from home, Lan Haitang and Mu Rong who are waiting for her to return to the school palace, the majestic eldest lady with a sword, Liu Tingge who is alone with a weeping heart, and Feng Zhiyao whose heart is like ashes, Tang An clenched his teeth, his heart was full of pain.

I still have a lot of things to do, I still have a lot of promises that I haven't fulfilled, I don't want to die, I can't die!

It's a pity that the ghost servant can't hear the cry of his heart. Even if you hear it, you will never stop swinging your sword.

Everyone has a different position, and for them, his blood is their glory!

The ghost servant who rushed to the front straightened his arms and aimed the tip of his sword at Tang An's eyebrows.

He doesn't seek to be ruthless, but only to be fast, because countless people around him are waiting to share his credit. As long as he could be the first to send the sword into Tang An's body, there might be some other patterns on his blank mask!

A person with obsession, a sword with murderous intent.

Tang An had already made preparations for a desperate fight, he clenched the rainstorm pear flower needle that only left the empty shell, and was just about to throw it out with all his strength, when he suddenly heard a strange sound.

An arrow shot from nowhere pierced the ghost servant's head!

The tip of the black arrow entered the back of the head and exited the forehead, blood flowing down the white mask, like a red river winding in the snow.

What Tang An heard was the sound of arrows piercing bones!

The bronze sword was only a meter away from Tang An, but as his head tilted, the sword body fell weakly into the dirt, like a dream that he had shattered.

The sudden change made the ghost servants around them dumbfounded. Not only them, but even Xu Xian and the ghost assassins, who had been entangled all the time, forced each other to distance themselves and turned their heads at the same time.

Tang An was stunned, looked along the trajectory of the arrow, and found that in the dense shadows of the bamboo forest, one after another figures were constantly shuttling and coming.

Between the two closely separated green bamboos, a small black and thin man was cleaving his legs and pressing them between the bamboos, letting himself hang in the air, holding a fetal bow similar to his height in his left hand, and still maintaining a loose posture in his right hand.

When he saw the arrow kill him, his closed left eye finally let go, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth, and sent a smile as bright as the sun.

"Marchand Rate ......"

Tang An muttered a familiar name, a smile on the corner of his mouth. He knew that the frightening darkness had passed, and that the dawn had finally arrived.

His own people finally appeared at the most tense moment!

Taking advantage of the stunned kung fu of the man in black, Xu Xian jumped to Tang An's side. At this time, he had lost the calmness he had when he first came down the mountain, there were four more shocking wounds on his white robe, and the cracked wound was stained with blood red, but his expression was indescribably relaxed.

"Brother Tang, I didn't expect you to have a backhand. Draw the enemy here in a hurry, and even use his example as bait to try to defeat the opponent in a net. This city, this calculation, my brother is really convinced! ”

Count a few farts, Lao Tzu is also very surprised, okay!

Looking at Xu Xian's admiring eyes, Tang An felt a lot of enjoyment, and the truth came to his lips several times, but finally turned into a hypocritical cough: "Ahem!" This one...... It's all small scenes, and it's really not worth mentioning......"

The arrow led by Marchand kicked off the prelude to the charge.

"Kill !!"

A heart-wrenching roar covered the freehand verdant bamboo forest with a solemn slaughter, as if it had become a battlefield for the confrontation between the two armies. More than seventy carefully selected absolute elites discovered Tang An's traces and took advantage of the situation to speed up their progress. They reached for their swords, like lions charging at their prey.

The ghost servants were frightened by this preemptive roar, and for a moment they were terrified. They are killers, but they have never experienced the tragedy of life and death in a hundred battles on the battlefield, and they naturally cannot be compared with each other in terms of momentum.

If the "Avengers" symbolize light and valor, then they represent darkness and meanness.

They meet a natural nemesis, but they don't know it. The domination of the underground world of Qi Country for many years has made them take it for granted that they are strong enough, and this mask on their faces is their confidence.

What's more, with the continuous support of ghost servants, the number of his own side is now almost eighty. At a glance, it seems that there are more people than on the other side.

In that case, why should they be afraid?

The only person who is afraid is the ghost thorn.

He had personally participated in the assassination of Nishan, and knew that these guys who looked like dart masters on the outside were a group of real iron-blooded masters!

However, at that time, he took it lightly and committed the taboo of underestimating the enemy, and there was a descendant of the Great Snow Mountain on the opposite side, so he would let his entire army be annihilated. Now that the number is superior, it is not necessarily afraid of them.

For fear of a long night and a lot of dreams, the ghost thorn decisively pointed at Tang An and said, "Kill him first!" ”

As if he had expected the plan of the ghost thorn for a long time, Xu Xian endured the sharp pain coming from his body, suddenly lifted Tang An's belt, and threw him out with all his might!

The ghost stared at this scene—watching Tang An pass overhead, watching the ghost servants stand in place stupidly, and felt like their lungs were about to be blown up. He shouted, he could only vent his resentment on Xu Xian, and stabbed out a sword!

"Whew!"

The old force has just been exhausted, and the new force has not been born. Xu Xian's most embarrassing moment, facing an unavoidable sword, he could only avoid the vital point, but the bronze ancient sword still pierced into his ribs!

"Hmm!" Xu Xian endured the severe pain, and his face suddenly twisted in pain. But he clasped the wrist of the ghost thorn, making it difficult for the sword to penetrate the flesh for a few inches.

Although wearing a mask, the voice of the ghost thorn revealed the anger at this time: "You deserve to die! ”

Seeing that Tang An was already safe, Xu Xian showed a relieved smile, his eyes staring at the ghost thorn like a wolf: "This sword ...... Lao Tzu must be returned! ”

"Then you have to have your life to take revenge!"

The ghost thorn knew that he would not be able to take his life for a while, so he had to draw his sword and kick Xu Xian out of the way.

Xu Xian's strength is indeed good, his internal strength is like software, he pushes the ground, jumps over a human wall behind him with his strength, leans against a bamboo, and puts on a defensive posture with a pale face.

"Brother Xu!"

Tang An, who was in mid-air, saw that Xu Xian was injured to save himself, and his eyes instantly turned red. Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground in embarrassment, Li Dazhuang, who was as strong as a mountain, rushed out of nowhere and hugged his body with open arms.

"Big brother, are you okay?"

Ji Chen rushed up panting, secretly calling for luck in his heart. Fortunately, he made a quick decision, otherwise Lord Tang would probably die here today.

When Tang An saw Ji Chen, who had "come back from the dead", he wanted to give him a good beating, but Xu Xian, who was in crisis, made him lose interest for the time being, pointed his finger at the ghost thorn, and roared: "Kill them all, not one will be left!" ”

"Hmph, what a big breath!" Ghost Thorn was not ashamed to hear Tang An's words, and for the time being, he had no strength to deal with Xu Xian, and pointed at the "Avengers" with the tip of his sword: "I want to see who can kill whom!" Kill all these Tang people for me! ”

The same command, the same confidence.

What kind of sparks will collide between the hundreds of hardened male soldiers on the battlefield and the elusive ghosts in the dark night?

Qin Wenyue rushed to the front, with a layer of murderous aura on his face.

He was the head of the Flying Heaven disciples sent by Cheng Yunhe to assist Tang An. He took ten of his brothers with him when he left Bianjing, and now only seven remain. Three of the good brothers were folded under the hands of these grimace-masked men.

He didn't want any more brothers to die, for the safety of his brothers, he arranged all the remaining six people by Liu Tingge's side. With the guidance of the Great Qi Imperial Court, I am afraid that there will be no more dangers. And he himself, along with the brothers of the "Avengers", waited for Tang An's news together.

He knew that this was the battlefield.

When the enemy meets, he is very red-eyed. When he saw these black-clothed grimaces for the first time, his heart burned with rage, especially when he saw Xu Xian, the youngest generation of Feitianmen's martial arts, injured, which made him even more stunned.

He wants revenge - in the most painful way possible!

Therefore, when a ghost servant slashed at him with a bronze ancient sword, he did not dodge or dodge, and even completely forgot to use his skills, but slashed at the sword body with a hard shock.

"Bell!"

The crisp sound of gold and iron sounded, and the bronze ancient sword was shaken away. The right hand of the ghost servant holding the sword cracked, and blood was dripping immediately.

But before he could moan, he found that Qin Wenyue in front of him was like a god of war, jumping high and inserting the long sword into the top of his head from top to bottom!

A trace of ruthlessness flashed on Qin Wenyue's face, and it wasn't until the long sword didn't reach the hilt that he pulled out the sword extremely happily, bringing out the blood in the sky!

It wasn't until the man fell to the ground and was completely lifeless that Qin Wenyue wiped the blood on his face and said extremely coldly: "Our Lord Tang said that there will be no one left!" ”