In the darkness of the night, the firelight was misty, the shadows flickered, and chaos was everywhere.

Fan Yue guarded in front of Cai Yun, guarding carefully.

"Protoss, how can this be?"

The timing of the Protoss' choice of action was very ingenious, and these three thousand Chu soldiers walked in the narrow valley, and they suddenly attacked.

Now that the three thousand Chu army has been divided and cut off, it is impossible to gather strength at all.

Fan Yue didn't understand that the assassins sent by Yunqu had all been dealt with. Who assigned this wave of Assassins?

There are many doubts in his heart, but the situation is critical, but Fan Yue is not allowed to think about it.

The Protoss is in the spirit state of the seventh consciousness, and can swim in the spirit flow without any restrictions.

More and more white shadows were surging in Cai Yun's direction, and the masters brought by Fan Yue were also constantly surging into the air to intercept the Protoss.

The guards around Cai Yun became more and more sparse, and in the end, Fan Yue had to go into battle in person.

Flowing shadows are flying, and it is still difficult for the low-cultivation Protoss to switch between the two forms. However, the highly cultivated Protoss is different, they are able to switch freely between the two forms and maintain their combat power.

As such, they were quite dangerous assassins.

Two white streams of shadow books swam outside, found emptiness, and burst straight in. Fan Yue jumped into the air, a whip leg, and the white shadow was split in two, and the Protoss assassin could no longer maintain his spirit state, and fell to the ground, spitting blood.

Under Fan Yue's blow, the figure moved sideways again, turned behind Cai Yun, and stretched out his hand, locking the hand of another assassin who stabbed Cai Yun in the back.

Cai Yun was shocked, he didn't even notice the assassin who attacked from behind. He took two steps back and turned around, only to see Fan Yue's five fingers clenched.

Click.

The Protoss assassin in front of him had his hands and bones torn apart, and he fell down in grief.

Is this the Grand Master?

Cai Yun was not only surprised by the strangeness of the Protoss assassins, but also admired Fan Yue's advanced cultivation, and at the same time, he was a little strange, why such a master had been by his father's side for many years, but he had never seen it.

Fan Yue easily dealt with the two Protoss assassins, but he didn't show a trace of heel. Fan Yue gave Cai Yun the feeling that he was like a veteran training a recruit on the school field, and he could kill all sides with just his fists and feet.

Fan Yue was vigilant in his heart, but there was a powerful aura coming towards them. The target of this breath is very clear, it is Cai Yun who is a few steps away.

But the speed of this breath and the deceitful shape of the owner were so fast that Fan Yue couldn't catch it for a while.

Not an ordinary character!

Fan Yue thought so in his heart, but his body did not have a trace of sluggishness, and he jumped into the air. The battlefield was chaotic to the extreme, and Fan Yue's head was also running to the extreme, and at the last moment, his body floating in the air suddenly fell, splashing and sinking in a circle.

Cai Yun didn't understand what Fan Yue had just done, but when he saw that on the battlefield, ten steps away, there was suddenly a tall figure.

Fu Yu missed, and was repelled ten steps away by Fan Yue, but there was no urgency just now.

"In the Chu Kingdom, Cai Tong actually has such a little-known great master by his side."

Fan Yue squinted his eyes, the Protoss in front of him was two degrees completely different from the assassin just now.

"Your Protoss was driven away by Yang Xian and shrunk back, why did you get out again now?"

Fan Yue's tone was full of sarcasm, but Fu Yu was not much moved.

"You Zhou people have a saying, accept people's money and eliminate disasters with others."

Fuyu's toes tapped, and the white robe danced in the wind. Fan Yue wanted to block it, but as soon as he touched Fuyu, the other party's body was like scattered ink, floating away.

In Fuyu's wonderful smile, his body turned into light smoke and completely drifted away.

In front of Cai Yun's eyes was a scene that continued to spread out like a mural, Fan Yue's figure leaped in the air, and the figure of the god clan sometimes turned into smoke, sometimes condensed. The two intersect and separate, and the scene of the fight is full of beauty, but it is also gloomy and murderous.

As the closest person to the scene of the battle between the two, Cai Yun could directly feel the riot of the Lingqi flow around him. The level of the two is very high, and he stands in place, completely unable to meddle in them.

Under Fan Yue's defense, Fu Yu couldn't find a chance to attack. However, in Fan Yue's eyes, there was no trace of anxiety on the other party's face.

The attack of the Protoss was sudden, but after all, the manpower was limited. Obviously, it is very detrimental to her to procrastinate, but why is she so calm?

Fan Yue's body floated in the air, and a pair of eyes glanced at the ground, but suddenly found something abnormal.

The distance between him and Cai Yun became farther away.

Although this distance is still manageable...... Could it be said?

Fan Yue's heart suddenly became alert, but he saw a man suddenly enter the field of vision. Unlike the Protoss, his body cannot turn into a flowing shadow, but his speed is extremely fast.

"Oops!"

Fan Yue wanted to go back, but how could Fuyu let him go back.

It's only a distance of ten steps, and it's usually just a leap away. But now, looking at the gods floating in front of him, Fan Yue couldn't get rid of the other party's entanglement.

"Childe!"

Cai Yun panicked and hurriedly retreated. However, the speed of his retreat was not as fast as the opponent's attack. Cai Yun wanted to block it, but because of the other party's strong momentum, he knew in his heart that there was no chance of winning.

Do I mean I'm going to die here?

Cai Yun closed his eyes, but what was waiting for him was not death.

When he opened his eyes again, Fan Yue had already returned to his side. But the Protoss and the man who assassinated him gathered together, and two pairs of eyes crossed him and looked behind him.

"What?"

Cai Yun turned his head, and more than a dozen steps away, a man with a lupine scarf suddenly appeared on the battlefield, gently waving a white feather fan.

With the arrival of this man, this was a complicated battlefield with an inexplicable sense of stagnation. The feeling in Cai Yun's heart came from the two assassins in front of him, and when they saw this man, both his body and his movements became sluggish.

Or it can't be said to be sluggish, but compared to the aggressive style just now, it suddenly became quieter.

Cai Yun's heart was still stirring in the dangerous assassination just now, and he couldn't adapt to this change for a while.

"Yang Xian!"

Fu Yu bit these two words fiercely, and his whole body trembled slightly.

Is he Yang Xian?

If it is a closer comparison, Cai Yun has dealt with Yang Xian, but he has never met him. He was a little surprised for a while, but what surprised him even more was that Fan Yue, who had been beside him all the time, was a little abnormal after hearing these two words.

Yang Xian looked at the man who had just attacked and killed - Mu Guhong!

"I thought you wanted to take away my king, but I just saw you make a move, but it was a way in the mountains. Who is the person behind you? ”

Mu Guhong didn't make a sound, his face was cold.

"Let's go!"

Mu Guhong looked at Fu Yu, but the other party did not listen to his words as if he was almost advised, turned into a flowing shadow, and came straight to Yang Xian.