A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Chen walked out of the small mansion with his head down, returned to the house to change into women's clothes, and covered his face tightly.

When she came back to the street, she stood still for a moment, and then her feet tapped, and a few ups and downs melted into the night.

The deeper the full moon shines through the driedness.

The majestic palace city looks full of shadows, and the place where the lights can't be reflected is hidden cold.

Zhao Chen stopped outside the west wall of the palace city, let go of his five senses to the maximum extent, and waited for a while before he touched the flying tiger to grasp.

With a throw, her figure rose up, and she grabbed the high wall and climbed up a few times.

There was a dead silence around her, and she quietly touched into the mansion of the governor of the inner army, until she saw Kunwu from a distance.

It was dark and unlit.

Kunwu was dressed in heavy armor, standing in front of the palace guard, one person and one knife, and his eyes were violent and turbulent.

At this time, a white figure walked slowly, and unscrupulously carried the Yanling knife, and walked towards Kunwu step by step.

Zhao Chen subconsciously held his breath, and even turned his eyes away, waiting for Meng Yong to go away before looking again.

In front of the palace guard.

Kun Wu also raised his eyes to look at Meng Yong.

In an instant, two moments, the majestic battle intent suddenly rose, and the horse chopping knife in his hand suddenly slashed across the ground and slashed towards Meng Yong.

Flying sand and rocks, the wind is strong, like a fairy fighting method, they seem to be fighting to kill each other.

Zhao Chen gradually narrowed his eyes, his expression slightly puzzled.

Suddenly, a sound echoed in her ears, causing her to quickly look into the distance.

Someone else came, and like her, hiding in the shadows and waiting for an opportunity.

The breath of blood gradually spread in the silent night.

Kun Wu and Meng Yong, who were fighting fiercely in front of the palace guards, both left wounds on each other.

At this time, the palace guards seemed to have just noticed, and hurried from the surroundings and went to Meng Yongwei in the field.

Without waiting for Zhao Chen to think about it, the third group of people couldn't stay any longer, and suddenly appeared from the shadows and quickly rushed towards the palace guards.

The two of them, she is not a stranger.

a yellow-clothed emei thorn; A mask drags a halberd.

It was the third group of people on the night of the hostage exchange, and it was also the third group of people who really came to kill Jia Fu tonight.

She lowered her eyes for a moment, then clenched her short blade and rushed out.

Not to the palace guard, but to Kungo.

With her full internal strength, the short blade stabbed him in the neck when Kun Wu had just made a move with Meng Yong.

The hair was scattered, and a puff of hot blood sprayed.

Although Kungo dodged the vital point, she still cut the side of the neck with a knife.

Grateful for the madness he suppressed, he abandoned his original opponent Meng Yong, and suddenly raised his knife and slashed at her.

Under the face towel, Zhao Chen smiled coldly, and as soon as he succeeded, he withdrew and retreated, and shouted to Meng Yong in a coquettish voice: "Husband, continue to beat him!" ”

Meng Yong visibly froze, and seemed to react for a moment before he recognized that the woman was calling him.

He exhaled heavily, and didn't stop Kunwu at all, but chased after Zhao Chen, who slipped away, and broke into the palace guards.

At this time, there was chaos in front of the palace guard.

Nearly 100 palace guards dragged the man in yellow and the masked man to death, and after only a while, he was seriously injured, and repeatedly warned for help.

As soon as Zhao Chen rushed into the crowd, he gave the man in yellow a knife without thinking about it, and kicked the other party towards Meng Yong.

"No offense, go your separate ways!" The man in yellow stabilized his body and forced the annoyed color to pass quickly.

Meng Yong chuckled with disdain, and slashed at the yellow-clothed man who had not finished speaking, forcing the other party to retreat at the same time, and then chased after Zhao Chen, his eyes in his robe flickering faintly.

Shi'an... Could it be you?

At this time, Kun Wu had already chased after him, and the horse chopping knife swung at the masked man, and the violence was raging, and he could open the mountains and break the sea.

The masked man's eyes were full of horror, and he hurriedly shouted to the man in yellow: "Old Huang help me!" ”

There was an explosion!

Although the masked man held Kungo's knife, his knee was bent down, shattering the stone slab under his knee.

The man in yellow gritted his teeth and stabbed the palace guard in front of him to death, and then attacked Kunwu in an attempt to rescue his companions.

One kick!

Kungo kicked his hand away with just one kick and stomped the ground, and the strength in his hand increased.

"Click, click" The masked man's halberd made an overwhelmed sound, and was bent more and more bent.

The blade shredded his mask, revealing the face of an old owl with jet-black patterns covering half of his cheeks.

Zhao Chen only took the time to glance at it, and then he recognized who this person was.

The ghost mountain, known as the yin of the rivers and lakes, disappeared fifteen years ago.

It's just that this time the fake ghost is afraid that it will become a real ghost!

She quickly withdrew her eyes and glared at Meng Yong, who was chasing after her.

This dead bone spirit has to catch her.

She pushed away the palace guards who were attacking her, and the faster she stepped down, the more she was about to rush into the palace guards.

At this moment, a sharp roar suddenly came from the direction of the inner palace, followed by the roar of a hundred tigers rushing to launch arrows.

Zhao Chen looked over there in disbelief.

Qianqing Palace! Emperor Chu's dormitory!

Is the third person going to take the opportunity to rebel?

Kungo's face also changed slightly, and he quickly kicked away the ghost mountain who was struggling under his knife, turned around and left.

Just when Zhao Chen was startled and his mind was racing, Meng Yong's low smile suddenly came from behind him.

"Lady, where are you going?"

She suddenly had a thrill, and her feet slipped, and she was able to dodge his grabbed hand and stab her backhand.

Meng Yong took a step back with a playful look in his eyes, ignoring the Ghost Lianshan and the man in yellow who took the opportunity to pass by on his side.

Zhao Chen saw him retreating, and he didn't entangle, he hurriedly chased after the two people, and rushed into the secret prison of the palace guard together.

Meng Yong, who was left alone in front of the door, paused, looked at the Qianqing Palace from afar, and his thin red lips were slightly hooked.

After a long time, he withdrew his eyes, like a cat staring at a mouse, and walked into the palace guard step by step with a smile.

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At this time, Zhao Chen had already met the previous two.

"Who the hell are you?" Ghost Lianshan asked in a deep voice.

"The one who killed Jia Fu." Zhao Chen said coldly, and walked towards the depths of the dark prison.

Ghost Lianshan and the man in yellow glanced at each other, and they both understood that it was not appropriate to do it at this time, so they had to follow while guarding against it.

The secret prison was empty, and no one guarded it, and the rest of the Jia family had already been transferred to the Criminal Department.

In addition, there is only one prisoner here - Jia Fu.

The three of them soon arrived outside the cell and saw Jia Fu sleeping on the ground.

"Since he is a fellow traveler, the old man will make this knife on behalf of the girl!" Oni Lianshan said that he was going to go in.

"Wait, this girl still has some personal grudges to settle with Jia Fu." While Zhao Chen stopped him, the short blade was raised slightly, "And this girl has her own knife!" ”

Ghost Lianshan sank his face, glanced at the man in yellow, and suddenly rushed to the cell.

At the same time, Zhao Chen, who had been on guard for a long time, bent his body, and after dodging the Emei thorn, the cat's waist attacked the Guilian Mountain.

The ghost mountain halberd swung and slashed at Zhao Chen diagonally.

There was a wolf in front and a tiger in the back, Zhao Chen squinted his eyes, made a quick decision, and met him without hiding.

Her short blade hit the halberd, and she took it with difficulty, but the Emei thorn of the man in yellow behind her did not fall on her.

Meng Yong arrived, and while swinging away the Emei stab, he said in a low voice: "Do what you have to do." ”

Before he finished speaking, the person flashed to Zhao Chen's side, and while she was fighting against Guilian Mountain, he grabbed her with one hand.

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