The next day, before dawn, the east was still hazy and foggy, and people in the Eight Desolations City were already up and busy.

Even if people are killed every day these days, it is a matter of warriors, a matter of the rivers and lakes, and it has nothing to do with them as ordinary people.

"Even if I want to kill ordinary people, hundreds of thousands of people in this city will not be my turn."

That's what most people think.

As for the warriors who came from other places, most of them were nested in inns or houses at this time, meditating and practicing to kill time.

"Anyway, I won't go out until the sun rises."

That's what many martial artists think.

After the propaganda of Wu Qingying and Zhang Ning, many martial artists knew that the murderer was an innate grandmaster, and those who had not reached the five-star level would not want to face the surprise attack of the innate grandmaster as long as they didn't want to die.

Of course, hiding doesn't necessarily mean that you won't be targeted, but it's better than wandering the streets and becoming an obvious target.

"Guest, you want it early."

On the second floor of the Yuelai Inn, in front of a room with a number A, the shopkeeper knocked on the door gently.

"Well, you just leave it at the door, and I'll come out and get it."

"Okay."

The shopkeeper put the plate in front of the door and turned to leave.

Listening to the footsteps and leaving step by step, the bearded warrior in the guest room gently opened the door and half-squatted down.

However, just as the bearded warrior's left hand touched the plate, a sharp sword stabbed out from the side.

"Whew!"

A sword flash flashed.

Even if the bearded warrior has been on guard, but the absolute gap in strength, where can he escape?

"It's coming!"

Han Nuo, who was sitting in the City Lord's Mansion and was trying his best to sense, also caught that trace of murderous aura at this time.

"Found it!"

A message was sent to Wu Qingying, and Han Nuo immediately set off and flew towards the place where the murderous aura came from.

While flying, Han Nuo did not forget to use the aura network that had been spent all night to cover the entire Eight Desolations City through the 100,000 Yellow Turban wrestlers.

Through the aura network, Han Nuo commanded a small team of ten-person Yellow Turban wrestlers near the Yuelai Inn to rush over.

"Roar!"

The ten Yellow Turban wrestlers commanded by Han Nuo roared in unison, and their strength was improved by his blessed aura, and their speed was not much worse than that of ordinary masters, and they quickly rushed into the Yuelai Inn.

"What's going on?"

"Who is so noisy?"

"Is something wrong?"

"Why does it sound like you're coming this way?"

"It's really here."

Near the Yuelai Inn, everyone who heard the roar of the Yellow Turban Lux was full of questions for a while.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Do you want to go out and have a look?"

"I think it's better to hide."

"Huh! Isn't this a Yellow Turban Lux? ”

Someone opened the door and window, just in time to see the Yellow Turban Lux rushing into the Yuelai Inn.

"yes, it's really a Yellow Turban Lux."

"Aren't they usually only patrolling?"

"Is this something wrong?"

"Dead?"

"Oh, isn't today's case in the Yuelai Inn?"

"Hey, hey, Lao Liu is in trouble now."

There are neighbors sighing.

"yes, dead man, his business is not good."

Even these ordinary people reacted, and the murderer, who was an innate grandmaster, naturally reacted early.

A sword succeeded, and he immediately fled away.

This was the murderer's plan.

By the time the Yellow Turban Lux rushed into the Yuelai Inn, the murderer had already left.

"Roar!"

But just as the murderer moved to an adjacent street, another team of Yellow Turban wrestlers appeared near him.

"Damn it!"

If you walk too much at night, you will always bump into ghosts!

The murderer also knew that after so many days, the Taiping Sect must have been prepared, but he didn't expect it to be his turn to do it himself.

"What bad luck!"

Sighing in his heart, the murderer changed direction and continued to escape.

"Roar!"

Another team of Yellow Turban wrestlers appeared near him.

Han Nuo spent one night, using 100,000 Yellow Turban wrestlers as nodes, like spiders weaving webs, to bring the entire Eight Desolate Cities under his control.

And at the moment when the murderer killed, Han Nuo grasped the instantaneous change in his breath and locked the murderer's breath to the red dot marked by the system, so he naturally couldn't escape Han Nuo's tracking.

In addition to Han Nuo and Yellow Turban Lux, there were also several of his apprentices and a group of subordinates, who were also distributed in various areas of the Eight Desolations City at this time, coordinating their defense.

And the one who is responsible for the neighborhood of Yuelai Inn is Bi Xiuxin.

Yes, not only Tong Yuan, Queen Yin and others, but even the people of the Buddhist Sect were also pulled over by Wu Qingying to do coolies.

"Your Excellency, please stay!"

Three yells were enough for Bi Xiuxin to deduce the murderer's escape route and take the lead in stopping.

"Get out of the way!"

The murderer did not have black clothes to cover his body, black veil to cover his face, but he wore a hat on his head, and a layer of scarf hung down to cover his face.

The galloping murderer was not afraid of Bi Xiu's heart, and the sword in his hand stabbed out like lightning.

"Ding!"

Bi Xiuxin has refined the "Cihang Sword Codex" over the years, and has reached the realm of the heart and the soul, even if the murderer's sword moves are fast, she can still get traces with the sword heart.

The two long swords clashed slightly, and the gangqi collided with a crisp sound.

"Roar!"

There was another roar in unison, and another team of yellow turban wrestlers came around.

"Damn it!"

The murderer was finally in a hurry, and the long sword in his hand suddenly changed his moves, and he made three "sighs" three times, directly taking Bixiu's heart in three key places.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Bi Xiuxin knew early on that she didn't have to defeat this murderer, she just had to drag someone else to arrive.

Even, if you can't stop it, you don't need to force it, as long as you can keep up with the tracks.

"Damn! Why did it go wrong when it was my turn? ”

The murderer is really in a hurry.

"Roar!"

Another roar.

100,000 Yellow Turban wrestlers are distributed in these eight desolate cities, with an average of one team per 100 meters.

At this time, the yellow turban wrestlers from all directions surrounded them.

"Am I really going to be stuck here?"

The murderer scolded in his heart: "What about the good answer? ”

"It won't be because of the success of these days, you will slack off, right?"

The murderer himself was lax when he was responding to others a few days ago, and at this time, he pushed himself and others, and he couldn't help but guess the reason why the help was delayed.

"Don't!"

Just when the murderer couldn't get rid of Bi Xiu's heart, a person was finally killed next to him.

This man was dressed like the murderer, and although his clothes were different, he wore a hat.

"Kill!"

The person who came came with a knife in his hand, and the momentum was fierce, and he slashed it fiercely.

Bi Xiuxin didn't dare to take it hard, opened the murderer's long sword, and avoided it sideways.

"Let's go!"

The man shouted loudly, and rushed to the other side with the knife momentum.

When the murderer walked sideways, he still smelled the undispersed smell of alcohol on his body.

"Sure enough, I hid and drank!"

He scolded secretly: "I'll settle accounts with you later!" ”

"Oops!"

Bi Xiu frowned, she didn't mean that the two of them went separately, anyway, she was right to chase the murderer.

What she worries about is what to do if someone stops her if she chases her down?

"Why hasn't anyone come yet?" (To be continued.) )