Walking alone for dozens of miles, Qin Sixteen came to the foot of Shengxin's royal capital, and from a distance, the towering city wall was full of forbidden troops standing in a forest, solemn and solemn, and could not be offended.

Qin Sixteen kept a proper distance from Tiansheng City, and did not get too close, but shuttled through the small forest outside the city, riding his horse slowly, observing the scene in front of him.

Within a radius of several miles outside the city walls, Duliao was deserted, and even if some vendors were waiting outside to open the city, they did not dare to get too close. As a lesson from the past, several carrion corpses not far away were still inserted with the forbidden army's iconic flying falcon arrows.

After walking around, he didn't find anything particularly worth paying attention to, Qin Sixteen turned around and galloped back for several miles, finding a secluded small slope where no one disturbed, and sat on the ground to rest like this.

In broad daylight, forcibly breaking into the heavily guarded royal capital Tiansheng City, this is something that only a fool can do.

The time when Qin Sixteen came was also relatively coincidental, and after waiting for a few hours, the sky was already completely dark, Qin Sixteen opened his eyes, revealing a ray of essence, rode on the horse borrowed from the Xiao family, and ran towards the periphery of Tiansheng again.

Tethering his horse to the dense forest outside the city, Qin Sixteen put on the stealth suit of the Dark Key Pavilion and tiptoed close to the city wall.

Different from the city walls of ordinary cities, Tiansheng, as the royal capital, has a special status, and the height of the city wall is also unusual. Although Qin Sixteen was born in this Tiansheng City, he really didn't pay much attention to the specific height of the city wall.

It wasn't until this time that he walked under the wall, holding on to the bluestone on the wall, and Qin Sixteen realized that the city wall of the king's capital Tiansheng was more than ten zhang high, and it was impossible to cross it easily.

Looking up at this desperate height, Qin Sixteen sighed lightly and took out the two new daggers that he had just replaced in Wangliu City.

A slight trace of bloody aura was stimulated, attached to the blade of the dagger, flashing a faint red light, which was a little eye-catching in this dark night.

Qin Sixteen frowned, and adjusted the output of internal qi again, and the red light gradually dimmed, leaving only a trace of crimson hanging on the tip of the knife. Seeing that the fire was almost over, Qin Sixteen picked up the tip of the dagger and plunged it straight into the gap in the city wall.

The grinding sound of iron and stone intersecting was faintly heard, and the dagger entwined with blood was like a stabbing tofu, easily inserted into the hard city wall. Qin Sixteen gripped the hilt of the knife vigorously, his legs hung in the air, and after making sure that there was no problem with the load-bearing of the dagger, he opened the bow left and right, inserted the two daggers into the city wall in turn, and climbed up.

After a quarter of an hour's effort, Qin Sixteen was already covered in sweat, and when he looked up, he had climbed less than half the distance. The thought that he would have to descend the city wall in the same way later before he could sneak into the city filled his face with a layer of gloom.

If Tiangu is a great grandmaster from Ye Luzi, then Qin Sixteen is a great grandmaster who has no way to squeeze out. Normal martial artists in the rivers and lakes will more or less use some light skills on their feet, like Qin Sixteen, who has an empty body of internal qi, but does not know any kung fu to support his body, and completely relies on killing techniques, he is really the only one.

I had already known that I would have asked Cheng Ziyi and them to teach him some leg kung fu, Qin Sixteen sighed again and muttered in his heart.

In fact, before leaving, he really wanted to find the killers in the Dark Key Pavilion to learn some light skills, after all, on this river and lake, there are almost no more professional than the killers in the Dark Key Pavilion.

Even Cheng Ziyi, the right protector of the Dark Key Pavilion, although he was not very good at the enemy, he could easily climb over a few low walls if he really wanted to escape for his life.

But Qin Sixteen couldn't open this mouth, he was a dignified grandmaster-level martial artist, the killer master of the Dark Key Pavilion, and he actually wanted to tell the people under his command that he couldn't do light work, so how could he say it. Qin Sixteen, who wanted to save face, could only choose the most primitive method, that is, climbing!

It's a pity that he not only ignored the height of Tiansheng City, but also overestimated the length of his own arm span. So there was such a funny scene, the master of the Dark Key Pavilion of the Mighty Shengxin Kingdom Martial Arts was like a gecko at the moment, lying upright outside the city wall with a very twisted posture, climbing up little by little.

It took nearly a stick of incense to climb to the top of the city wall in a sweat, and he stretched out his head to peep for a while, making sure that the forbidden army had not patrolled here, and then Yan jumped up and stood in the corridor on the city wall.

The clothes all over the body have been soaked with sweat, and the stealth suit of the Dark Key Pavilion, which was originally good at absorbing light, has become a burden at this time, and the soaked clothes are constantly reflecting the moonlight, reminding the nearby forbidden army that there is a suspicious figure here.

The light of the torch approached from a distance, and the sound of neat footsteps was mixed with a slight sound of armor, Qin Sixteen's hands couldn't stop trembling, and he secretly said in his heart, it's not good!

His hands trembled not because of fear, but because he had just climbed the wall, unlike those martial artists who had practiced martial arts since childhood, Qin Sixteen's body refining ability had never really improved, what was different from ordinary people was the murderous heart technique that he had realized in countless "deaths" and the evil qi that had accumulated deeper and deeper in his body.

Although after leaving Tiansheng for the first time, Qin Sixteen also deliberately exercised his physical strength, but even so, it only made his physique a little healthier, and he couldn't even reach the level of fitness. After climbing the ten-zhang high city wall at one time, his arms naturally reached the limit long ago.

Although his physical strength was a little overdrawn, in the face of only one or two teams of forbidden troops defending the city, Qin Sixteen was not invincible. What he is best at is not to overwhelm people with force, but to use his internal qi skillfully, as well as to grasp the enemy's mentality, especially the grasp of the near-death mentality, which is the essence of the killing technique he has mastered!

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the light of torches came from the corridors on both sides, and at this moment, Qin Sixteen had no way to retreat, even if he jumped out now, hanging on the city wall, his weak arms were difficult to support.

If this falls, the movement will be big. Whether it was a fall or an injury, it was not the result that Qin Sixteen was willing to accept at this time, although he wanted to sneak into the city quietly and find King Li to ask about Xiao Duxue's situation, but the situation at this moment did not allow him to come according to the original plan.

Qin Sixteen took a deep breath and tried his best to recover the physical strength he had consumed. After three breaths, the footsteps stopped, and the torches of the forbidden army shone directly on Qin Sixteen's face, and at the same time, Qin Sixteen's eyes suddenly opened, flashing with a strange blood light.

The bloody aura around his body was entangled, and a short dagger had been swung out by Qin Sixteen, and he was about to harvest the life of the leading forbidden army in front of him.

But at the moment when Qin Sixteen looked at the face of the forbidden army murderously, he stopped suddenly, and the short dagger at this time was only three or four inches away from the opponent's throat.

What appeared in front of Qin Sixteen's eyes was a thin and bony face, the shriveled skin clinging to the skull, as if it would peel off at the slightest touch, and the whites of the eyes could not be seen in the eye sockets at all, only a hollow black.