The time was pushed forward a little bit, that is, it was almost nine o'clock. Halfway up a sparsely wooded mountain, a faint shadow flickered by, as fast as lightning, floating like a ghost. This shadow is Wang Yue. He is like a poisonous snake that keeps an eye on its prey, he follows the prey wherever it goes, and when the time comes, he pounces on it and bites it!

And at the foot of the mountain, a large group of soldiers were moving forward without hurry or slow, stretching out one after another, and it was difficult to look at the beginning and the end. Whether it is a foot soldier or a cavalryman, he is dressed in armor, and he is surrounded by swords, guns, arrows, and halberds. The night was already cold, but the evil aura emanating from these soldiers was darker and colder than the night wind. Everywhere it passed, it was like an icy wind. And in the midst of these fierce soldiers, there was a carriage drawn by sixteen tall horses—more appropriately a house than a carriage. The lights in the "sixteen-horse caravan" were bright, and the sound of silk and bamboo came from within. And in this extravagant music, there is also a clear woman's coquettish cry, and a rough and hearty laughter.

Around the "sixteen-horse RV", surrounded by a circle of black-armored knights, there were not many people, only thirty-six horses, which could protect the RV. Of these thirty-six riders, thirty-six people watched everything around them at three hundred and sixty degrees with thirty-six pairs of eyes open, as if they didn't even let go of an ant. It's just that they don't seem to see a living person who is I don't know how many times bigger than an ant has been following them.

Needless to say, this group of people is Dong Zhuo's headquarters. And who else laughed out loud in the RV, besides Dong Zhuo?

In the mountains and forests, Wang Yue withdrew his gaze that locked on Dong Zhuo, looked at the ancient monster piece called the watch on his wrist, and stared at the seconds on it. When there were only ten seconds left and it was about to be nine o'clock, Wang Yue held his dry firewood-like hand on the hilt of the sword - it was not Yin Kuang's green cylinder sword, but his Hanguang broken sword! For a swordsman, only his own saber is the best sword, even if it breaks. "Dong thief, you have trapped me in disloyalty and injustice, and I will take your life today!" At this moment, there was no trace of murderous aura on Wang Yue's body. Just silently counting down the seconds in my heart. When it was finally recited to "1", Wang Yue moved!

If you don't move, it's just that, and if you move, you're shocked. Without wasting the slightest murderous intent, Wang Yue flew out from the mountains and forests, and the gray-white tight-fitting night clothes only allowed him to leave an extremely faint shadow in the moonlight. The next moment, he jumped directly over the distance between him and the RV down the mountain. The moment his feet landed on the roof of the RV, the killing intent that had been squeezed for an unknown amount of time suddenly exploded.

"Kill!!"

Wang Yue is not an assassin, he is a swordsman. The assassins killed silently and fled thousands of miles. The swordsman is happy to take revenge and indulge in indulgence. Therefore, he turned the depression and resentment in his heart these days into boundless killing intent and burst out, and finally condensed into one word: kill!

Han Guangjian came out, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the light blade swept away. Like a storm of blades, the side of the luxurious RV suddenly shattered from top to bottom, and the debris shot out in all directions.

"Wow!" In the extremely luxurious carriage, Dong Zhuo, who was almost **, screamed. Before he could grab the blade a foot away, a chill welled up in his heart. Dong Zhuo immediately gave up the distance and took the close, grabbed the two ** character beauties and threw them upward. In an instant, there was a sound of "poof" sharp blades cutting meat. The two stunning beauties immediately turned into a puddle of meat. With this moment of condensation, Dong Zhuo shrank his fat body, rolled to a zhang away, grabbed a dark skull-handled ghost face knife, and shouted "Escort!" Escort! At the same time, a strong aura of violence and terror erupted from Dong Zhuo's body. Even Wang Yue on the roof of the carriage was stunned, and he couldn't split the second sword in time. However, although there were two women who blocked Wang Yue's sword qi, there were still a few sword qi that "slipped through the net" and fell on Dong Zhuo's body. But only a few small wounds were scratched, which were not enough to be fatal.

In fact, there is no need for Dong Zhuo to shout. After Wang Yue shouted the word "kill", the thirty-six elite riders around the RV reacted only a moment late. When even nine knights jumped up, drew their scimitars and rushed towards Wang Yue. The other nine knights threw out nine hooks, trying to pull Wang Yue down. Nine others are on the move, ready to be drawn at any moment. The last nine rolled off the horse, and the loaches generally burrowed into the ground of the RV, and I don't know what switch was pressed, and the floor inside the RV slammed. Dong Zhuo, who was like a meat ball, just got out. As for the other women, they were eradicated by Dong Zhuo's elite guards.

On the carriage, Wang Yue was stunned by the violent aura that erupted from Dong Zhuo's body, and when he wanted to make a move, nine black-armored guards had already surrounded him, and nine long knives slashed towards Wang Yue from all directions. At the same time, there are nine wolf claw hooks. Wang Yue's body immediately sank and sank directly into the carriage. He had to sink into the carriage, or else a volley of arrows from the archers around him awaited him. At this point, the floor of the carriage had sunk to the ground under the influence of the mechanism. Dong Zhuo was also picked up by the guards and got out of the car. Wang Yue was greeted by the sharp scimitars of the three guards. Wang Yue's face was expressionless, and he stabbed out three swords in an instant, and the three guards were directly crushed to the ground as if they had been hit on the head by a heavy hammer. After Wang Yue's feet landed, he rolled forward almost non-stop. But I saw that black iron bars the thickness of eggs fell around the RV, sealing the entire inside of the car. Fortunately, Wang Yue was vigilant, otherwise he would have become a caged bird.

"Wang Yue Lao'er!?" At this time, Dong Zhuo had already recognized Wang Yue. Several elite black-armored guards were escorting him and hurriedly retreated. At this time, the surrounding Flying Bear Army also reacted. As long as he is not under the protection of the Flying Bear Army, Dong Zhuo will be safe.

Wang Yue didn't say a word, unwilling to waste a second. But I saw him slap the ground with one hand, and then kick the ground on the tip of his feet, and his body almost touched the ground and slid forward like a snake. The Hanguang Broken Sword held in his right hand swept out a fan-shaped cold light. Suddenly, it was like cutting wheat, and anyone who was blocked between him and Dong Zhuo had their calves cut off and fell to the ground. When he was still two meters away from Dong Zhuo, Wang Yue slammed his left hand on the ground, and the force of the shock made him jump up. At the same time, Hanguang's broken sword slashed towards Dong Zhuo.

A quick and hard blow!

Dong Zhuo's hair stood upside down. Wang Yue's ferocity and recklessness shocked this black-faced fat man who was known for his brutality and perversity. If it was before, Dong Zhuo was afraid that he would be furious, and he would have raised his knife. But now, Dong Zhuo, who is indulged in pleasure and extravagance, has long lived up to his bravery, and only the tyranny and inhumanity of wanton use of power remain. Especially when he is about to ascend to the top of the Ninety-Five Supreme and reign over the world, he cherishes his life even more. Therefore, he did not show the courage and invincibility of the Xiliang back then, but once again pulled the black-armored guards on the left and right sides in front of him. The poor two black-armored guards were directly split in half by Wang Yue's sword.

"Help! Hurry up! The thief killer will be rewarded with ten thousand gold, and the official will be promoted to three levels! Under the moonlight, Dong Zhuo's whole body trembled, and he didn't know if it was because he was afraid or because he was running.

There is a way, and there must be a brave man under the reward. As soon as Dong Zhuo's order fell, the surrounding Flying Bear Army rushed forward even more fearlessly.

Wang Yue's attack again was stopped by the flesh and blood of others. I wanted to swing my sword again, but I saw that Dong Zhuo had been protected by the Flying Bear Army that had surged up. Rows of black iron shields thumped in front of Dong Zhuo, and then spears stretched out from between the gaps in the shields. A huge hedgehog was thus formed. At the same time, those black-armored guards also attacked. Nine feathered arrows shot at Wang Yue's back with a sharp sound of breaking wind. Wang Yue could only dodge to the side, dodging the nine feather arrows. The Flying Bears who came up from the side also shouted in unison and stabbed the sharp spears out. Wang Yue was short, and the spear grazed his face. Immediately, another move of the earth sword directly overturned those flying bear troops. Perhaps these flying bear soldiers are brave and invincible on the battlefield, but in the face of Wang Yue, the first swordsman who is at his peak, he is like an ant.

Although Dong Zhuo has been protected by the Flying Bear Army in the middle of the "hedgehog". But Wang Yue didn't intend to give up. He unfolded his body technique, combined with his exquisite sword skills, and directly drilled into the crowd. It was like a poisonous snake burrowing into the crowd, burrowing around. Wherever they passed, the Flying Bear soldiers either fell to the ground or were swept away, and for a time people turned on their backs. As for those black-armored guards with extraordinary force and exquisite coordination, there is no way to take Wang Yue. Because Wang Yue got into the crowd, they didn't know where to start.

In the "hedgehog circle", Dong Zhuo brandished the skull ghost face knife and roared loudly, "Kill!" Break him to pieces! Kill! Trumpeter, trumpet! Gather the generals to come to the rescue! Suddenly, the rapid and sharp sound of the horn spread back and forth in waves.

Wang Yue walked in an arc in the crowd, from the front of Dong Zhuo to the side, dodging the indiscriminate guns and knives, and at the same time learning Dong Zhuo to catch the soldiers one by one and throw them at the "hedgehog". After a while, the "hedgehog" was hung with corpses. Wang Yue felt that it was almost over, and even lifted and kicked, throwing six people to fly to the "hedgehog", and then jumped up, pretending to be lifted away, and rushed towards the "hedgehog". When he was about to get closer, Wang Yue burst out with a shout of "accept your life", and suddenly the dazzling sword light was inspired from the Han light, making the night instantly like day.

A sword over the clouds and the sea!

In the dazzling white light, countless sword qi was mixed in, roaring all over the sky, wrapping the entire "hedgehog" in it and strangling it.

When death came, Dong Zhuo's ferocity was finally stimulated, and he roared, and suddenly a dark aura gushed out from the dazzling white light. One black and one white, two energies were twisted together.

Dong Zhuo's military skills: Great collapse!

Die for me!!

How could the surrounding Flying Bear soldiers resist the impact of the two torrents of strangulation, and they were swept out like pebbles under a tornado. Those who were close were directly bombarded into blood by two streams of energy. There was nothing within twenty meters of the two black and white countercurrents.

Gradually, the black energy seems to begin to decrease, and the white energy begins to take over. Dong Zhuo's frightened and angry voice kept coming out. Could it be that this is a confirmation that black is better than white?

However, at this moment, a fast horse suddenly galloped in the distance behind. Immediately, there was a purple-robed general. In the distance, he drew his bow and arrows, and drew his bow like a full moon in the sky. With a flick of his fingers, a seemingly ordinary feather arrow flew out and shot directly into the torrent of black and white energy.

The torrent of black and white energy was like an air flow that had been poked by a needle, and it was directly annihilated by this arrow. A gray-white shadow flew out. If you look closely, he has a feathered arrow stuck in his arm.

"Wenyuan save me!!" Dong Zhuo saw the person who came, even if he didn't look down on it usually, it had become his lifesaver at the moment!

Zhang Liao and Zhang Wenyuan are here, can the assassination of Dong still succeed?