The people of the Wind Country sneered: "I didn't expect that you Yan people would be so shameless that you would send someone to steal the holy relics of the Wind Country...... Han Mo, if you don't want the two countries to change, now go to the Wind Country with a certain person and ask our chief and high priest for guilt......

Han Mo shook his head and said lightly: "Fengguo, I always have to go, but I don't want to ask for guilt...... I got married tonight, and I didn't want to see blood, but ...... As you said, in case the two countries change, you can only die."

The Wind Nation sneered, "Do you think you can kill so-and-so?" At this moment, he was like lightning, rushing straight towards Han Mo, the speed was unimaginable.

This person had obviously been thinking about a way to break through, and he was surrounded by so many dark officials in the West Flower Hall, and there was almost no way to escape.

The only way is to capture the thief and capture the king, take down Han Mo, and the dark officials will not dare to act rashly, maybe they will be able to escape tonight...

When this person spoke, he was just deliberately delaying time to judge the surrounding situation.

Although he knew that Han Mo was not easy to deal with, seeing that Han Mo was young, he still underestimated Han Mo a little bit in his heart, and he was still a little confident in controlling Han Mo.

The most terrifying thing about him is his speed, which is faster than that of a cheetah.

The distance between him and Han Mo was only about ten steps away, so his lightning-like figure moved, and it seemed that he could pounce in front of Han Mo in the blink of an eye.

At the moment of his movement, the surrounding dark officials also began to move, but because of the distance, before they approached the Wind Country, the Wind Country People were only two steps away from Han Mo, and the right hand holding the dagger had already reached out, the cold light was shining, and the dagger was the throat of Han Mo...

But at the moment when the dagger first touched Han Mo's throat, he felt that a flower in front of his eyes, Han Mo's figure disappeared from his eyes, and he would definitely be surprised if he was an ordinary person.

It's just that this person's mentality when he was fighting was unusually calm, although Han Mo had disappeared from his eyes, but what appeared in front of him was the horse behind Han Mo.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, this person was like a ghost, and rushed towards the horse.

His purpose is to highlight the encirclement of the dark officials, escape from here, if he can take the horse and leave, it is naturally unbelievable, as long as he leaves the vicinity of Puzhao Temple and avoids this group of dark officials, he is confident that he can use other methods to leave Yanjing City and leave Yan Kingdom.

It's just that just as he was about to approach the horse, another figure suddenly appeared in front of him, slender, and under the black mask, only a pair of indifferent eyes were revealed...

He could tell in an instant that the one with these beautiful eyes must be a woman.

His forward momentum is unabated, and his left hand is still stabbing out strongly, no matter who stands in his way at this time, he must break through with all his strength, so he is ruthless in this move.

His speed was very fast, although Xue Hongsleeve knew that this person's kung fu was not weak, but he still did not retreat, and in her small hand, she was also holding a sharp dagger, when the dagger in the hands of the Wind Country people stabbed at her, the dagger in her hand was also like a poisonous snake stabbing at the Wind Country people.

For the officials of the West Flower Hall, one of the most important principles when performing the task is to never be afraid and never retreat...

Xue Gongyan, the former director of the West Flower Hall, taught his subordinates that if they fight against the strong, they will die if they retreat, and if they let it go, a miracle may happen.

It is precisely because of this that every dark officer in the West Flower Hall who performs a mission is never afraid of death, and when confronting the enemy, only two outcomes are allowed, either the enemy dies or ...... Die on your own

As soon as Xue Hongsleeve got started, he knew that the other party was a martial arts master, because the opponent's judgment was extremely accurate when he was in battle, and a martial artist with such judgment was not an ordinary martial artist.

Because of this, she will not retreat in the slightest.

Her killing move, which ended up together, surprised the people of the Wind Country, but at this time, he had no way to retreat if he wanted to, and from his left and right and behind him, there was a sharp strong wind.

Although the speed of the Dark Officials is not as fast as his, but compared to ordinary people, it is much faster...

Feng Guoren roared, he couldn't retreat, his right hand still stabbed the dagger forward, but his left hand was blocking the dagger that stabbed at the red sleeve, he was helpless to abandon the car to protect the handsome, that is to let his palm be pierced by the red sleeve, than by the red sleeve's viper-like dagger pierced his heart.

"Poof"

As he thought, Redsleeve's dagger had already penetrated his palm, and his dagger had reached Redsleeves' throat, and it only took an inch to pierce into it.

Red sleeves have been criticized inescapably.

At this moment, the Wind Country Man heard a "bang" sound, and then his right arm holding the dagger was hit by a huge momentum, cutting from the throat of the red sleeve, at this moment, the Wind Country Man felt that his right shoulder seemed to be hit hard by a thousand pound sledgehammer, and the entire shoulder blade had been shattered at this moment...

At this moment, he only felt a pain under his vest and ribs that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and every pore in his body seemed to penetrate into the cold ice at this moment, which was extremely cold.

Several daggers were already in the midst of lightning, like several poisonous snakes, stabbing into his vital point.

His whole body was in vain, his heart was filled with endless anger, he never thought that he would die in such a strange way, let alone that he and his companions would be tracked down for thousands of miles, and what awaited him and his companions was only a certain death.

When people die, their minds think about things many times faster than usual.

He really couldn't figure out how these dark officials could know his whereabouts, so they carried out a cruel and ruthless night sniping in Puzhao Temple...

He didn't know that the whereabouts of his group had always been very secretive, so why was it known by the dark officials? Could it be that these dark officials really have the ability to predict the future?

Of course, he didn't know that their whereabouts were completely under the control of the dark officials of the West Flower Hall just because of a letter sent by a noodle stall owner named Zhen Jishi.

He turned his head slightly, and saw that the person who smashed his shoulder blade with a punch was the director of the West Flower Hall named Han Mo, who accumulated the strength of his whole body, and at the moment he fell, he hissed: "You...... Will regret it."

Han Mo's expression was cold, and he shook his head: "Don't worry, tonight's matter ...... It never happened."

The Wind Country man fell to the ground, twitching, and a dark official had already squatted down, and in a flash of the knife, his throat had been broken, and his pupils were unwilling, and he died...

The night wind blows, and the air in front of the temple is full of ** smell.

Han Mo glanced at Xue Hongsleeve, only to see Xue Hongsleeve who had been closed from the ghost gate, those eyes were still calm and calm, without a trace of happiness or horror for the rest of his life, Han Mo could only sigh in his heart, Red Sleeves was undoubtedly a natural assassin.

"Dispose of the corpse with corpse powder, without leaving a trace," Han Mo commanded, and without saying much, he quickly walked towards the beggar by the Shalita Tower, who had already stood up, revealing a bearded face, extremely sloppy.

It's just that his eyes were full of excitement, and he took three or two steps to meet him, and fell to his knees suddenly, "Young Master, I thought I would never see you again."

Han Mo squatted down in front of him, stared at him, looked at the emaciated face, stretched out his hand to caress the beggar's face, saw that tears had already flowed in the beggar's eyes, smiled and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work...... Han Qing"

This beggar is the same Han Qing he sent to the Wind Country to look for medicinal materials with Zhu Xiaoyan...

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Han Qing has been training with Han Mo since he was a child, not only has a good martial arts, but more importantly, he has a smart and clever head, so to speak, if he really wants to get things done, his alertness and reflexes are not much better than the elite of the West Flower Hall.

It took a lot of effort to use the noodle stall owner to send letters, which was also a brilliant method he came up with in desperation.

Han Mo naturally knew why he was doing this.

The minister of the Yan family sent someone to steal the holy relics of the Wind Country, which is already a problem involving **, once it is put on the table, it is a ** account... Now that Wei and Qing are facing each other, Yan Guo originally had the comfort of sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight, but if there is hostility on the side of the Wind Country, the situation of Yan Country will not be so comfortable.

The most important thing is that once this matter is leaked out, and the people of the Wind Country know that it was Han Mo who instructed someone to go to the Wind Country to steal the holy relics, then in terms of negotiations, the Han family will definitely be greatly embarrassed, and the Xiao Su family will definitely fall into the ground, and at that time, they will definitely take the opportunity to attack the Han family.

Although the Wind Country is small, it is by no means a soft persimmon that is easy to pinch, so the Yan Kingdom will definitely try its best to avoid confrontation with the Wind Country, and the Han family will definitely suffer a lot at that time.

The people of the Wind Country followed Han Qing for thousands of miles, how could Han Qing not know that those guys were trying to catch big fish with a long line, that is, to find out the people behind the theft of the holy relics, and Han Qing naturally knew the stakes, so of course he couldn't directly connect with Han Mo.

As long as one of the trackers returns to the Wind Country, then the news that the Han family instructed to steal the holy relics of the Wind Country behind the scenes will be known to the people of the Wind Country, and there will be endless troubles in the future. Even if the Han family withstood the blow in diplomacy, the Han family became the public enemy of the people of the Wind Country, which was a very troublesome thing after all.

Therefore, Han Qing knew very well that this group of stalkers must be killed all, and none of them could escape.

Using the little character of Zhen Jishi, the two had information circulation, so under Han Mo's arrangement, the dark officials of the West Flower Hall staged a sniper show tonight, although there were some losses, but they perfectly wiped out all the foreign stalkers.

Looking at Han Qing's unkempt face, Han Mo knew in his heart that this kid must have suffered a lot along the way, but he was able to stand up to the danger and grit his teeth and survive, there is no doubt that in Han Qing's bones, he is also a resolute man.

"That's right......" Han Qing carefully took out a fist-sized box from his arms: "Young Master...... Something you want."

Han Mo's eyes widened, and he suddenly pulled Han Qing up and strode towards the horse.

"Auntie, wait for me, Mo'er can save you" Han Mo prayed in his heart, when he got to the side of the horse, turned over and got on the horse, Han Qing sat behind him, he shook the reins of the horse, and in the puzzled eyes of the dark officials, he had already gone far away.

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