"The man in black has always been wearing a mask, Ah Yi, are you sure it's ......" Su Yan had also seen the eldest prince when he was young, but after many years, he had already had a vague impression, not to mention that even if the eldest prince was really alive, he should have changed his appearance for so long, how could Donglin Yi be sure that it was the eldest prince?

Dongling Yi didn't make a sound, just looked at the direction where the man in black had disappeared with a complicated expression, and said silently in his heart: Brother, it's you, right, you're back.

"Boom ......"

The muffled thunder made the dim sky even more oppressive and low, and Mo Yan didn't look back, moving away from the two of them as fast as he could, even though he knew that they didn't chase them. It's not so much to escape there, it's better to say that Mo Yan wants to escape from the self he was just in there - facing Dongling Yi's self.

He planned everything, and even went so far as to branch out Tanglin Yi, so that he didn't want to see him when he started. didn't expect him to appear in front of him in the end.

"...... Uproar"

In an instant, the torrential rain was like a note, and Mo Yan, who had already run far away, stopped and gasped against a tree.

He slowly spread out his palms and looked down at the blood mixed with the rain, only then did he feel the slightest pain in his hand.

Thinking back to when he left by himself, he inadvertently met Dongling Yi's gaze, even if it was just that moment, Mo Yan was sure that Dongling Yi recognized him, although he never revealed his identity.

This fact that he was unwilling to admit and face was laid out in front of him in this way: everyone he was confident that he could ignore Dongzhao was just self-righteous, at least, he still didn't know how to face Donglinyi.

"Boom!"

Just as Mo Yan was still in his trance, a long halberd pierced through the dense raindrops and stabbed at him, the sharp spike was only a few feet away from his back chest, and he felt the danger of the rapid approach behind him, and immediately dodged sideways.

"Bang!"

The halberd almost brushed Mo Yan's Xuanmo brocade robe, and then plunged into the mud.

Bi Xiao's long halberd, Mo Yan already knows who he is.

Not surprisingly, looking back, Sikong Shaoyang was already standing not far away, surrounded by terrifying vigilance and killing intent, which is not difficult to understand, Sikong Shaoyang's duty is to protect the emperor's safety, and Mo Yan carried out the last step of the plan under his nose, and he almost succeeded and took the emperor's life.

"You have two paths, either you can be caught with your hands tied, or you can be caught with your hands after you start with me." Sikong Shaoyang's voice was hoarse, and he approached Mo Yan step by step, as if urging him to make a choice.

Mo Yan's face did not fluctuate, but he secretly thought to himself: the emperor himself did not appear in Nanyuan, but Sikong Shaoyang and Su Yan had already appeared, thinking that at this moment, the net had already been laid outside, and this assassination could only be stopped, Mo Yanzi was not afraid to do it, but it would be more tricky to entangle, and he needed to think of a way to get out as soon as possible.

Thinking like this, the next moment, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out Bi Xiao on the ground next to him and stabbed it head-on towards Sikong Shaoyang, Sikong Shaoyang subconsciously flashed when he saw this, Mo Yan immediately took off his hand and threw out the halberd, and then jumped backwards.

Sikong Shaoyang immediately understood Mo Yan's intentions, steadily contacted Bi Xiao, and chased in the direction where Mo Yan left.

Mo Yan didn't run out for long, and a team of guards rushed out in front of him to block his way.

Later, Sikong Shaoyang chased after him, and he was surrounded by guards in front of him, and it seemed that he could only do it.

"Well, hurry up." Before the words fell, Mo Yan had already rushed at a guard, the guard had not yet reacted, he had already felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, he lowered his head in disbelief, Mo Yan had already pulled out a short knife and paced to the side of the other guard, cutting the man's throat.

Within half a moment, the guards were dead and wounded, and at this time, a guard who fell to the ground got up desperately, rushed up from behind and wrapped around Mo Yan, clasped his chest tightly with both hands, blushed, and said with his last breath: "You traitor, you can't go...... You can't go! ”

The sudden feeling of suffocation in Mo Yan's chest caused a wave of annoyance to rise in his heart, and he slammed his elbow into the guard's abdomen, turning around and pinching his neck as he let go of his hands in pain.

"Uh......"

Sikong Shaoyang, who was catching up, encountered this scene: Mo Yan almost lifted the dying guard into the air with one hand, like pinching a dying rat ant, and finally threw it out heavily.

But at the same time, Mo Yan's subsequent seemingly casual action attracted Sikong Shaoyang's attention.

Sikong Shaoyang "repeated the old trick" and stabbed Bi Xiao at Mo Yan, but this time it was not aimed at his back body, but at his chest.

Sure enough, Mo Yan's conditioned reflex generally protected his chest, although self-defense was understandable, but Mo Yan's reaction was too strong, which made Sikong Shaoyang feel a little extraordinary.

Sikong Shaoyang said coldly: "Let me see who is under this mask!" Then he reached out to his cheek.

Mo Yan stretched out his hand to block Sikong Shaoyang's right hand, but he didn't expect that at the same time, his left chest was hit hard, it turned out that Sikong Shaoyang's real intention was not to unmask his right hand, but to his left hand.

This tenth-weight punch smashed into Mo Yan's chest, causing him to take a few steps back uncontrollably, a mouthful of blood gushing out, he clenched his fists tightly, forcibly covering the tearing pain from his chest to his head, his face was bruised, and he looked at Sikong Shaoyang vigilantly.

"It seems that you don't feel well." Sikong Shaoyang pointed at Mo Yan's chest meaningfully.

"More than enough to deal with you." Mo Yan's voice was desolate and cold, he reached out to wipe the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and instantly took the initiative to jump up, pulled out a short knife and rushed towards Sikong Shaoyang.

The thunderstorm did not mean to stop at all, the two of them fought each other desperately, and it was difficult to distinguish between the top and the bottom, but Mo Yan knew in his heart that the more he dragged it behind, the more unfavorable it would be to himself.

Not far away at this time, more than a dozen figures raised their hands in unison and pulled up the bowstring, the arrows pointed directly at Mo Yan, and at the moment when Mo Yan and Sikong Shaoyang were separated, several bows and arrows came out of the string.

"Boom, Boom......"

Mo Yan and Sikong Shaoyang sensed the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the air at the same time, and looked back together, realizing that the arrows from different directions were coming towards Mo Yan's body.

Sikong Shaoyang knew that it should be the guards who came later, but in fact, he was a little unhappy in his heart at the moment, and he wanted to capture this bold assassin alone to vent his anger, but now was not the time to be arbitrary, so he forcibly suppressed the displeasure and obsession in his heart, and while Mo Yan was dodging one arrow after another, he found his flaws with an unmatchable momentum and rushed over.