The gradually clear sky is imprinted with the steps of Feng Yuchong, Gao Hanyue, Feng Shanshan, Jiang Yuehan, Yu Fei and Nangong Yun. The night, which was silent over the plains, gradually faded its brilliance. Taking advantage of this gradually brightening light, Feng Yuchong, Gao Hanyue, Feng Shanshan, Jiang Yuehan, Yu Fei and Nangong Yun had already taken more than ten steps forward. Now they have officially entered the realm where the feudal kingdom is located. Turning their heads to stare at the direction of Qi Guo moving away little by little, until they disappeared from view, in addition to a faint sadness in their hearts, their hearts were more in anticipation of their trip to the country.

I can't predict all the difficulties and dangers ahead. Even if I knew it, I couldn't avoid a lot of things from happening. I only know that since I have chosen to embark on this journey of no return, it is impossible for me to choose to turn back. The people who see through the scenery along the way and see the scenery are me and not me. - "The Legend of the Nine Shadows"

The breeze blew lightly on a faintly outlined city. At this time, the sinking sea and the wind faintly unfolded for a while. At this time, the sky had become dark, and the soft sunlight was fleeting, replaced by a round of bright moonlight, and the moonlight gradually rose above the Demon Spirit Continent with the breeze. Under the moonlit night, there was no sound in the silent wilderness except for the occasional whisper.

The moonlit night on the Demon Spirit Continent gradually became more and more profound. The moonlight poured straight down from people's heads and swept over the earth, shining with a different kind of brilliance. At this time, there were no civilians or soldiers to be seen outside the city, and the city gates were already closed. With the sound of the moonlit night throbbing quietly, a few figures flashed beside the rustling trees.

These figures were draped in the breath of the night, and their light black trench coats swayed in the wind. These black-clothed figures, which numbered more than 100 people, carried a long knife wrapped in cloth on their backs. They also wore a short, rounded blade around their waists. The leader was a man in black with a long wind-red ribbon dancing in the wind. The man in black leaned against a tree lying horizontally, his eyes fixed on the city hidden in the moonlit night.

At this time, the city was silent, except for a red sign hidden in the darkness of the night, unable to read the details. The others, even the flags fluttering on the towers, and the black-clothed people under the city couldn't see clearly. What they were waiting for was the light of a bright night sky that was burning at the very moment above the city. At the head of the city, a small and inconspicuous torch was swinging in the wind. Little by little, scattered sparks poured down from the torches, forming a fleeting brilliant white light. The leader of the man in black with a red ribbon on his head saw this torch appear, he immediately turned his head, lowered his voice and ordered the more than 100 warriors in black behind him: "Okay, everyone, pack up your muscles and prepare to go, if we succeed this time, no one can stop us, the revival of the Ming clan!"

"Revival!" the hundred-hundred-clothed warriors shouted in unison, and at the same time, they all took out a long-rooted noose from their arms. The more than 100 men in black, led by their leader, began to walk briskly towards the bottom of the tower in front of them. By the time they had touched the edge of the city's towers, they had finally seen the city they had already known. The red plaque has two huge red words written on it, and the two big characters "Ruocheng" are written on it.

The more than 100 black-clothed men fanned the long lock sleeve in their hands, staring at the Ruocheng Tower above their heads. For them, the tower carries too much. Today, they are coming to put an end to it all!

More than 100 men in black began to act, and the expressions on their faces were resolute, without the slightest hesitation or entanglement. More than 100 black-clothed men began to slowly climb up the city tower through the long lock sleeves in their hands.

The man in black with a red ribbon on his head at the head at the head pressed the formation behind. His face was a little frantic and distorted from the excitement of his expression. Little by little, I watched as my brethren began to move towards their goal. There was more to the leader's face than just a deep, long smile.

He recalled that in the past few years, he had led his brothers to hide in Tibet, to escape hunting, and to be displaced. His eyes couldn't help but moisten. He was not willing to hide like this and never take revenge, and now, they had the opportunity to come. This time, they must be ashamed!

More than 100 people in black have basically begun to climb to the city tower step by step. The leader of the men in black, with a red ribbon on his head, also pulled on his rope and began to climb upward. At this time, there was no sound on the upper floor of Ruocheng City, and there was not even a lit torch. There was a quiet place on the towers of this city, and it seemed that the silence was very terrible.

The men in black had already steadied themselves on the tower. They waited for the leader behind them. At this moment, the houses and restaurants in Ruocheng City have dimmed, and the brilliance has fallen into endless silence. After a while, the man in black with a red ribbon on his head had already found the rope in his hand and walked up.

The man in black walked up to his more than 100 men, and a victorious smile appeared on his face.

"Brothers, the day of our revival is today, we have followed the instructions of the Holy Maiden to come here, and today is the great day of our vengeance!"

"The Ming clan will surely be revived!" more than 100 people in black all raised the long knives they were carrying behind their backs. Their eyes stared at the now extremely quiet Ruocheng, but before they could swear to leave the city, a small candle was lit in front of them. Under the candle was a figure in white armor and a white helmet.

Although this flame candle was not very eye-catching, it really scared the more than 100 people in black. Before they could react, the man in front of them, who looked to be only in his thirties and was wearing a moon-white armor, spoke first. The cold voice was like a pitch-black blade blowing in the hearts of more than 100 people in black. The middle-aged man stepped forward and came to the front of the more than 100 men in black. His voice was not loud, but it was filled with a voice that made people feel an endless threat. "Why are you the ones sent by Fei'er?"

The more than 100 men in black were stunned for a moment, and then they all thought of their holy woman. Isn't the saint the "Fei'er" that the man in white armor said? However, the more than 100 men in black also realized something. Those who dare to call their holy maidens such a thing are by no means ordinary people. So, the more than 100 people in black bowed down under the leadership of the leader with a red ribbon on his head. He bowed to the man in white armor in front of him.

The white-armored man smiled, "It doesn't have to be like this, after all, I and Fei'er know each other, but she is the holy daughter of the Ming clan, in the tradition of the Ming clan, the saintess is second only to the patriarch, and I Chen Jie can't afford such a courtesy from you."

As soon as these words came out, they were immediately shocked, how could these more than 100 people in black not know who "Chen Jie" was? Nominally, he was the southern governor of Qi State, but in fact he had become a general who basically commanded the movement of the entire Qi State's army. Now this General Chen Jie, who appeared in front of them at this moment, actually claimed to be a member of their Ming clan, and he was so bold as to call their holy daughter "Fei'er". It can be seen that how can this "Chen Jie" not make them tremble?

The white-armored man standing in front of them who claimed to be "Chen Jie" smiled lightly, and a hint of indifferent smile appeared on his face. Slowly, he reached out and stroked his face. In the midst of the slowness, the faces of the more than 100 people in black suddenly showed a look like fear. This "Chen Jie" lifted off a piece of intact skin from his face. The workmanship of this piece of dough is very exquisite, and the piece of dough attached to the face of this "Chen Jie" is almost perfect. I can't tell it's a dough made there. These more than 100 people in black have been running around the rivers and lakes for so many years, and they really have never seen such an exquisite mask-making process. Under such circumstances, these more than 100 people in black didn't know what to say for a while. This "Chen Jie" stared at the more than 100 black-clothed people in front of him, and a slight disdainful smile appeared on his face. But now, he still calmed down and said to the more than 100 black-clothed people in front of him: "Under the current circumstances, this issue is not too important, and what we have to do has become very clear, that is, to occupy Ruocheng! Revive the past majesty of our Ming clan! Settle the accounts with the Qi country and their Tian family one by one over the years!"

PS: Feng Yuchong and their trip to the country this time will not only meet their old friends, but also meet their comrades-in-arms in the future. The trip was more than just an opportunity for them. It's also a challenge, so stay tuned