Familiar car, familiar people.

The armor of the Silver Guard glittered silver in the moonlight, like white silver.

Duan Lizheng glanced at the general personnel settings and routes as yesterday, estimated the distance, and when the convoy was about to approach, he took a deep breath, while constricting his breath, and said to Zhu Luan, "When are you going to call the bird...... Before the words fell, a reflected cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

The upheaval happened in an instant.

Duan Lizheng immediately took a step back, and the woman in front of him pounced on him and pressed him to the trunk of the tree, and a feathered arrow passed through the place where Duan Lizheng was originally standing.

Duan Lizheng stretched out his hands, hugged Zhu Luan and dropped it, pressed his palm on the rough bark, and changed it to a position where his back was facing outward to protect the woman between his arms.

The astringent breath was interrupted instantly, and the young man's face was expressionless, only to hear a poof, and an object fell in the silent night. At the same time, there was a splash of liquid, which happened to hit the trunk of the tree they were on.

The young man's expression was as calm as water, and the remorse and entanglement when he was found out before was gone.

The girl in her arms did not scream, and she did not lose her color.

At this time, Duan Lizheng knew that she also knew what was going on.

Although his five senses were no longer sharp due to the partial breath he had collected, the speed at which she pounced just now proved that her reaction was no slower than in the middle of the ascension.

Other sharp arrows kept coming, but the two of them did not move.

The two knew that the arrow was not aimed at them.

The falling thing on the ground was still spinning, and Duan Lizheng didn't turn his head to look at it, because he already knew what it was when it fell.

A human head.

Blood splattered, and a strong fishy smell permeated the entire forest.

All this was just a blink of an eye, and Duan Lizheng thought about it carefully before he found the slight clicking sound in his memory.

He hadn't even thought much of it just now.

And the next second, the head of the young silver-armored guard, who was about to look up, fell to the ground alone, and his godless eyes rolled upwards.

The official sitting in the front of the car and the handlebar-like howl of a pig broke the silence of the entire woods.

"Murdered!"

The only two ordinary people shouted in hindsight.

The other silverarmoured guards fought back before the howl rang out, the sound of tooth-aching strings and the sharp arrows in the archers' hands shooting in all directions.

Duan Lizheng's body pressed forward, and once again avoided a stray arrow.

At this moment, the corpse of the silver-armored guard, who had lost his head, fell down with a thud.

Commander Wei pulled out the long sword at his waist, wiped the blood of his companion on his face, and the aura on his body soared, stabbing at the branches of the poplars hanging not far away.

Like a doppelganger, an upside-down black figure detached from the trunk of the tree and leaped down. Dressed in black clothes and black cloth, he held a scimitar in his hand that was completely different from the Central Plains, and the blade was dripping with blood, and it was it that cut off the head of the silver-armored guard.

The black-clothed man had an incredibly soft body, pulling the slender branches of the poplar tree and flipping to avoid the sword of the commander, and then like a snake wrapped around the tree, the scimitar in his hand was faster than the sword of the silver armor guard, cutting through the night and sending out a terrifying knife wind, and cutting the grass towards the commander's neck!

The speed was too fast, and the Wei Commander couldn't block it so he had to lean back with all his might, only to hear a bang, as if something knocked down the scimitar, the blade was deflected, and the Wei Commander's neck was cold, avoiding the vital point, and dragging out a blood line.

The Commander of the Guards fixed his eyes on a feathered arrow beside him, and he looked at his subordinates gratefully, but the other silver-armored guards focused on shooting the man in black, and no one responded to his gaze.

The man in black dodged the feathered arrows as he looked back at the top of the woods behind him.

On the canopy, Zhu Luan retracted his hand and buried his head in Duan Lizheng's arms.

Duan Lizheng frowned, and immediately mobilized the true yuan to release the true qi, and the eyes of the man in black flashed and left.

The man in black was frustrated with a blow, but he didn't give up.

Two cold lights lit up in the darkness, and the man in black stretched out his hands, and with two snorts, two sleeve arrows plunged straight into the throats of the two silver-armored guards, and the two fell straight down.

Both were the fiercest archers in archery. The rain of arrows surrounding the man in black suddenly weakened a lot.

Even now, there was still no other man in black, this man in black roamed the woods alone, his sword was like lightning, his arrows were like poisonous stars, and in an instant, several silver-armored guards fell to the ground.

The woods of the night were filled with the smell of death.

The silver-armored guard retreated, and the man in black swung down from a high place and threw himself towards the carriage of the green canopy car!

"Protect the carriage!" The commander of the guards yelled, and the two nearest silver-armored guards took a deep breath and blocked the front of the carriage.

The man in black was still able to change his moves at high speed, and the scimitar was thrown into the sky, and the next moment two hidden arrows were conjured in his hand, which pierced the necks of the two silver-armored guards accurately.

Then in the next second, he caught the scimitar falling from the sky, and with a lightning sweep, the two people in front of him were suddenly cut off.

The silver-armored guard, whose neck was pierced, was cut in two again before he could speak, and half of his body was still struggling on the ground, struggling a few times before convulsing to death.

And so it was!

The man in black stood in front of the carriage, the night blending together, only the scimitar in his hand flashed with cold light.

Like the Grim Reaper.

The surrounding silver-armored guards were shocked by this tragic sight and took a few steps back, and the commander of the guards looked at his dead subordinates on the ground, took a deep breath, and took out a cylindrical object from his arms.

The man in black saw the scimitar in his hand flash, and headed towards the guard commander with lightning speed.

The other silver-armored guards looked at death as if they were at home, and one of the strongest men immediately blocked in front of the leader. And the man in black kept walking, grabbed the branch hanging above his head and swung up, stepped on the man's chest with one leg, and kicked the man's chin with the other leg like a mallet!

The knife that the man swung out grazed the toes of the man in black and was easily passed, and then there was a pop, and the foot of the man in black stepped on the man's chest, and the man's sternum suddenly sank into a piece, spitting blood.

Then there was a gack, and the man's jaw was also kicked, and his body and bones were torn between the outstretched legs of the man in black, and his whole head was thrown back, and his neck was broken, as if it had been broken and fell.

The man in black stepped on the corpse and continued to walk.

Everything happened so fast that there was a knot at the top of the shaft in Commander Wei's arms, which had not yet been untied.

For the man in black, murder was like a blink of an eye.

Just a second before it was about to be unraveled, the man in black's knife arrived.

Commander Wei's fingers stopped, and there was despair in his eyes.

The blade touched the man's throat.

At this moment, a large cluster of sparks suddenly appeared in the darkness.

An extremely crisp ding.

The tip of the man in black's knife was deflected and grazed the flesh on the man's neck.

The lead is untied.

Commander Wei pulled hard, and red sparks bloomed in the darkness, swishing into the sky, and exploding in the air with a snap.

The firelight stained half the sky red.

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