The pupils of the clouds dilated in an instant, and the reflections were all the scenes of the crossbow arrows. At the last moment, his body was short, his shoulders were sideways, and the cold crossbow arrows grazed his shoulders, taking away the layer of flesh, the layer of cloth that covered the flesh, and both were torn. The sharp scraping on the bones was extremely cold, and it seemed that the chill in the bones was all released at this moment. Yun Ting snorted violently, and his body shook imperceptibly, but he still maintained that posture for a moment.

"Bang". The massive bolts whizzed into the wall against which the bed rested, breaking a large hole, and the masonry and sand of the wall fell in a clump of earth.

"Sneak attack?" The clouds looked towards the broken window, and in their plain and cold eyes, they saw fires burning everywhere.

He reached out and grabbed the Qingyu Sword that was placed beside the bed, and his movements were fast and light. He didn't use the human escape technique to dodge the crossbow arrow just now, because the Qingyu Sword was not in his hand. Originally, Yun Ting usually carried the Qingyu Sword with him, but when he entered Jinyang City, he relaxed when he came to this post house. He thought that no one could make a move in Jinyang City, and he knew that no one could kill him in the company of Zhang Liao, but he didn't want to, this moment really appeared.

Yun Ting's heart was extremely cold, he didn't know who would kill him, but he knew that it must be a well-planned mission. Because, Zhang Liao is not in the post house tonight, as a partial general, he went to the city wall on duty.

"Woohoo."

The sound of breaking through the air was heard, and in the midst of the flames, the sound of the crossbow strings collapsing when pulling was particularly crisp.

Two huge crossbow arrows came one after the other, locking on the position of Yun Ting's bed, even if Yun Ting changed his posture now, it was not far from his chest and abdomen. Such a thoroughness, even the direction of the bed in the room, and the sleeping position chosen by Yun Ting, have been estimated, and it seems to be an impeccable kill?

It's just that the result is doomed from the moment Yun Ting's hand touches the Qingyu Sword.

"Human Escape."

"Human Escape."

Under the two sounds, there was the sound of a wall in the room collapsing, which was smashed and collapsed.

Yun Ting's figure gradually appeared on the roof, and he stared at the man in black crouching with his back to him as if he was observing something, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Smack." The tiles under the clouds were trampled on with a slight sound, and the man in black drew his knife alertly, and without looking back, he stabbed behind him. Only faster than him was the blue sword of the clouds, which gently pierced through his back and through his chest.

"Poof". A puff of blood splashed as the Qingyu sword was drawn, and Yun Ting didn't look at the corpse again, but just held the sword and stood in the night wind, looking at everything under the roof with cold eyes like a bystander.

The whole inn was in a mess, there was fire everywhere, and in the open space of the courtyard lay a few post men in thin clothes, but they had long since been lost, and their empty eyes were still frightened, and they had not yet turned back from the initial surprise, and they did not even make a sound. It has become a corpse. They all heard the commotion and ran out of the room to see what was going on before they could get dressed, but they were greeted by the ruthless and cold blade of the man in black.

"Knock knock." There was a sudden knock on the door, which seemed a little strange in such a busy night. The attendant lying in the room rolled over, tightened the quilt around his body, snored between his mouth and nose, and still fell asleep.

The visitor seemed to be in a hurry, and the frequency of the knocks became larger and heavier. "Knock Knock Knock ......"

"Who! What's the noise, Lao Tzu sleeps! The postman roared impatiently and buried his head in the quilt. But the annoying knock on the door did not have the slightest intention of stopping, and kept echoing, in the ears and in the heart, extremely annoying.

"Noisy, noisy! I want to see who you are, and it seems that you won't stop if I don't teach you to be a man today! The postman jumped up from the bed with a blushing face, took out a stick in his hand, walked to the door angrily, and reached out to open the door.

"Hmm......" his eyes widened in horror, and the cry in his mouth could only be turned into a deep voice in his throat under the clenching of one palm. In the next second, a dagger slipped through his throat and gently slit open his trachea, and soon the post man lost his vitality and strength, and fell limply.

At this time, the black-clothed man who was wrapped in a black scarf and couldn't see his face took the opportunity to lean his body against the corner, and walked quietly and silently towards the next room. He was like a shadow in the night, and only the indifferent eyes showed a trace of a man, but the reflection in them was either black or red.

The same thing happened in the courtyard of the inn, some shallow sleeping post guards came out to check the situation, and as soon as they opened the door, after taking a step or two, a hand and a dagger met them and killed them silently. Otherwise, he slept deeply, and was also fished out by the man in black using the above method, and then he lost his life. Then there were some vigilant post guards, who did not open the door alive and hid in the room, but were pulled out from all corners by the black-clothed man who broke through the window and killed him with a knife.

The inn was quiet, and the sound of flames burning and spreading was filling, but I didn't see a post guard come out to put out the fire, which made people feel even more weird and terrifying.

It was late at night, and the people of the city were sleeping soundly, and when they woke up and realized that the water was gone, they rushed to put out the fire, and by that time the inn might have been burned to nothing.

"Flame is the best thing to bury all the clues." Lin Bai sighed lightly and watched the flames in the post house burn brightly, spreading towards some separate small courtyards. Under the light of the fire, there were some black figures running towards these courtyards, and the most crowded place was the house where Yun Ting lived.

"It's supposed to be dead, right?" Lin Bai stood on the roof, together with the assembled bed crossbow, like a silent sculpture in the dark. Beside him, there were four players who were aiming, and operating the bed crossbow noose, all with relieved expressions on their faces.

"I think I'm dead." The eyes of the four alternated and said this sentence silently.

Lin Bai didn't let go of his mind for a long time, even if he thought that Yun Ting was dead, but until the moment the result came out, he wouldn't say anything that affirmed that Yun Ting was dead. Therefore, the members of the Hawkeye team who went towards Yun Ting's house had only one function, which was to confirm Yun Ting's life and death, and if he didn't die, let him die again.

At this moment, the clouds that stood in the night wind and watched the scenery for half the night finally moved. His footsteps moved quickly on the roof tiles, and with the sound of "clicking", one by one the tiles shattered and sparsely smashed.

"Finally, I've found you."

(End of chapter)