There is also the chaotic smell of strangers in the air, which is smelled by the five senses.

Xuanwu stayed still for a moment, holding his breath, and waited for a moment to see that nothing had happened.

He began to move slowly, towards the outside of the tent.

The sharp sword in his hand lifted the curtain, and he found that the secret guards who were supposed to guard were lying on the ground without breathing, and were killed by a knife.

There was not even a trace of their struggle, nor did they move at all.

Thinking of such a close distance, it did not alarm him, even the master.

The back of Xuanwu's neck was cold, and a little sweat appeared on his back.

He withdrew his sword, turned, and quickly approached the large bed of the tent.

"Master!"

Jiang Zebei noticed the tension in the air, and Xuanwu unconsciously began to breathe heavily, and sat up for the first time.

"Master, the secret guards guarding outside the tent are all dead, and there is no sound."

Even Jiang Zebei, when he heard this, couldn't help but have a heavy look in his eyes.

Who could break into here quietly and kill his secret guards, who were not low-spirited, without a sound at all.

Xuanwu also informed Jiang Zebei of the strangeness of the curtain he had seen before.

The latter got up and got out of bed, and the look in his eyes had changed to cautious.

Jiang Zebei picked up the weapon in front of the bed and looked around the camp vigilantly.

"Poof!"

At this moment, Xuanwu was stabbed by someone.

The movement of the sharp blade piercing into the flesh and blood, even Jiang Zebei could hear it clearly.

Jiang Zebei's deep eyes looked cautiously and suspiciously at the place where Xuanwu was injured.

Xuanwu didn't care about the pain, and immediately lowered his eyes to look at the injuries on his body, and then looked at the empty place in front of him.

"Master, have you ever heard of a strange stealth technique?"

Xuanwu asked in a dumb voice.

Jiang Zebei walked quickly, squinted his eyes at the injury in his abdomen, and saw that it was not a vital point, so he was relieved.

He replied to Xuanwu's question, "I've heard that it seems to be the hermits of Dongying, they have stealth skills, and every move is extremely weird. ”

Xuanwu was full of anger, "Master, I'm afraid we met the Dongying hermit." "Otherwise, why don't they see the people in the shadows?

Without waiting for Jiang Zebei to respond, Xuanwu was injured again, still with the sound of a sharp blade piercing into flesh, and this time it hurt Xuanwu's shoulder.

Xuanwu finally began to fight back, and the sharp sword in his hand flew towards the void, but it didn't touch anything.

Jiang Zebei's side smelled the smell of blood in the air, not from Xuanwu's body, but not far from his left.

He narrowed his eyes and pretended to look to the right, but his steps retreated to the left.

When he smelled the smell of blood getting stronger and stronger, Jiang Zebei turned around, and the sword in his hand stabbed first.

The sword failed, but it was not without gain.

Jiang Zebei clearly heard the disordered breathing sound of someone.

"Who is it? Why not show up for it! ”

"Hahaha...... The brave general of the Xiliang Kingdom, the commander of nearly one million Xuanjia Guards, is indeed worthy of his reputation! ”

The voice of a stranger in the tent sounded behind Xuanwu.

Jiang Zebei turned around and saw that Xuanwu's waist was pierced, and it was a soft sword.

"Lord...... Child! ”

Xuanwu didn't notice that there was someone behind him.

He felt a sharp pain in his lower back, and by the time he tried to fight back, the blood in his whole body had been rapidly drained.

Looking at the pierced sword, Xuanwu felt a little weak.