The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the night is like ink.

In the Fuyue Building, the doors and windows are wide open. The wind swept into the house with a faint smell of blood, and a lamp on the desk was like a bean, swaying with the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

The moon is cold, but it can't be cold.

At this time, Chengye sat in front of the desk, leaned back in the chair, crossed his legs, took a glass of wine leisurely, listened to the footsteps outside the door, and asked quietly: "Coming?" ”

"Here we are." It was still the same cold voice that answered him. Chasing Ying stood three feet away from him, the whole person was not in the shadows, and his expression was grim.

"Where's Ah Xun?"

"I don't know."

"Let's go." He put down the wine cup and just said lightly, looking a little lost.

"Yes."

At this moment, there seemed to be twenty or thirty ink-colored figures standing outside the door, all of them were tall and straight, and they all held elongated swords in their hands, and under the moonlight, the sword light was clear.

Everyone held their breath, clenched the sword in their hands, and stared at the people in the room, murderous and ready to attack. There were also footsteps coming from all sides. The wind was blowing, and the long sword was blowing softly, which was clearly in the middle of summer, but it made people feel that the garden was full of cold.

The reason why they didn't move was because they saw the young man wearing a silver mask next to Seiya.

The Assassins all knew that there was a secret guard by Chengye's side, and his martial arts were unfathomable. Thousands of miles of tracking, killing invisible.

As soon as Chasing Ying stood at the door, the black-clothed man led by him roared, and then twenty or thirty people stepped forward with their swords, the footsteps were urgent, and the speed was so fast, however, before the sword was close to Chasing Shadow, he saw a white light flash out of thin air in front of him, and the three people closest to him fell down one after another. In the next moment, the three heads rolled out like balls, and then blood gushed out and sprinkled all over the ground, soaking the moonlight in three points of red.

No one could tell what time he was making his hand, and the silver-masked young man stood expressionlessly, holding a scimitar in his hand, and he didn't even move his steps, but there was obviously blood dripping from the knife, drop by drop, and time seemed to freeze.

Everyone couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of spit and looked at each other. But he immediately surrounded him, his momentum undiminished, chasing the shadow and his eyebrows, and his dark blue eyes were full of coldness. The other party relied on the large number of people and besieged the shadow chaser. Chasing Shadow's eyebrows were horizontal, and his emaciated and dexterous body swam like a fish between the swords and swords

, Suddenly, on the side of the body, the right foot stepped out, rubbing a person's sword body, and in an instant, he was in front of the person, his wrist was raised, under the light of the knife, the person's head had been cut off, his side, the rest of the people's swords were empty, he took advantage of the short body, retreated, at this time close, the long sword advantage was no longer there, chasing the shadow backhand, and the scimitar was slashed from behind.

Everyone glanced at each other, temporarily lined up, and the soldiers attacked in three ways, chasing the shadow with his right foot backwards, squatting, and the scimitar waved a semicircle, cutting through everyone's abdomen. The people who surrounded him fell to the ground and died, and they were about to retreat, and new people came forward, more than ten people interspersed with each other, the formation changed, and the sword was used at a distance, and the blade was used at close range. He quickly repelled the oncoming sword, took two steps back, suddenly got up, jumped high, the scimitar flew down like a spiral, the streamer flickered, and the heads of the four people running in front suddenly rolled out, but the pace under his feet did not stop, but the speed became slower and slower, and finally he fell to his knees, blood gushing out......

Everyone was horrified, no one could see where his martial arts came from, so cruel and ruthless, so neat and fast, no false moves, every person who fell was fatal with a knife, they didn't have a chance to launch a second attack, and they didn't even have time to scream, and it was estimated that the dead people didn't even feel much pain. His knife was so fast that he had killed several people in the blink of an eye.

I heard that there was a top master by Gongzi's side at night, who came and went without a trace, and there was no false move, but he never thought that he would be so powerful. The young man in front of him, who was covered in darkness and had blue eyes, seemed to be a ghost from hell, and his whole body was covered with cold cold. However, even though the killers are jealous, they also have to bite the bullet, they have no choice, on the killing field, either you die or I live.

But the siege is unabated, no matter how he attacks and defends, he can't completely get out of the predicament, these people want to besiege him to death......

The rest of the people took advantage of the fact that they were trapped in the shadow, so they went straight to Chengye. Cheng Ye heard the movement, but raised his eyes and glanced at it lightly, drank the last sip of wine in the cup as if nothing happened, and when the sword blade was pressed in front of him, his eyes suddenly changed, and he abandoned the wine cup, and his eyes revealed a cold murderous intention. He quickly stretched out two fingers to pinch the tip of the sword, and the man's sword was no longer half a minute, the man reacted very quickly, and immediately hooked the fingers of the other hand, and grabbed the shoulder well of Chengye's right shoulder like thunder and lightning, but the hand had not touched Chengye's body, and Chengye's right hand clamped his wrist, and his fingers moved slightly, breaking the man's wrist. While the man was in pain, Cheng Ye's head tilted, and his fingers twitched forward, and the sword in the man's hand fell out, and he struck out with the palm of his right hand, striking the man in the chest, pushing him far away, and at the same time his body moved back with the chair. The man vomited blood and fell to the ground and died, but he was killed with one palm.

Chengye stood on tiptoe and flew up from the chair, with an extra folding fan in his hand at some point, and the fan was not opened. He used his fan as a sword and slashed at the head of the man in front of him. The man's waist bent to avoid it, and the next moment, he suddenly got up, threw a short knife, Chengye frowned, suddenly turned over and jumped up to avoid the attack, and at the same time withdrew the fan, and the person who threw the hidden weapon was hit by the fan with the blade hidden and was killed.

At that time, several sharp swords slashed towards Chengye at the same time, Chengye's body suddenly leaned back, brushed the blade, and then twisted his waist, and retreated from under the heavy sharp sword.

While he was dodging here, several figures jumped in from another window. Chengye Iron Palm slapped on the case, patted the rest of the wine utensils up, he sharpened his hand, and sent out the three empty wine cups and wine jugs together, the wine utensils broke countless petals in the air, scattered in all directions, the thin porcelain pieces flew away like snowflakes, the momentum was like a broken bamboo, everyone hurriedly waved their swords to block, but they were still cut through their clothes and pierced their skin, two people were hit in the head, and they died, and one was cut through the Adam's apple, and blood splattered in an instant.

Cheng Ye flipped over the table, retreated to the desk, pushed the desk out, and intercepted the remaining people on the right. The things on the table were shattered, even the last candle was extinguished in the room, and the moonlight reflected in the window, and the sword light was dignified. He stepped back, clenched the folding fan in his hand, and suddenly his feet were slightly wrong, the fan surface was unfolded, dozens of golden needles flew out, shooting towards everyone, and in an instant, the brilliance appeared, the assassin couldn't dodge, and where the golden light reached, seven or eight people fell......

The soldiers are hidden in the fan, and the soldiers are quenched with poison, and the throat is sealed with blood. Life and death are just a matter of an eye.

Chasing the shadow saw that there was a difficulty here, but he was surrounded by several people and couldn't get out, the whip was out of reach, and he was impatient, so he naturally exposed his flaws, was exploited by someone, and his arm broke a big hole in an instant. At this time, the assassin abandoned the long sword and used the dagger as a weapon, but it was not easy to resist, and the shadow chased for a while.

The house was cramped, the night was attacked on both sides, there was no way to retreat, but his expression did not change at all, he tore down the curtain with his hand, threw it forward, and threw a few swords into it. He glanced around, suddenly kicked down, jumped up, and barely managed to kill a bloody path with only a fan in his hand, striking left and right.

When he got out of the house, he saw that there were still more than 20 people on the other side, and the momentum did not decrease at all, he exhaled, glanced around, suddenly rose into the air, jumped high, waved his wide sleeves, and dozens of golden needles came out again, as fast as rain.

The four black-clothed men rose from the ground at the same time, stabbed at him with the long sword in their hands, and their bodies folded in the air in the night, and suddenly swept to the second floor. The four of them failed to kill, pointed their swords at the ground, and took advantage of their strength to take off again, and at the same time, threw out several hidden weapons.

Chengye stood upstairs, looked around, and suddenly saw more people in black gathered here from all sides, his eyebrows were together, and he was planning a countermeasure, and he saw a cyan figure among the people in black, and his brows were relaxed.

When he lost his mind, the hidden weapon flew and almost stabbed in front of him, and he saw a flash of white light passing by, blocking the hidden weapon back. But the four people had already climbed upstairs, and when they arrived in front of Chengye, he was alert and retreated, and before he could make a move, the two in front of him had been bound by Bai Lian who flew out of thin air and threw them downstairs. It was Song Lian who rushed to the rescue.

She wanted to go upstairs to help Chengye, but when she saw that Chu Xun in Tsing Yi on the side had already gone upstairs, she simply turned her head to help chase the shadow.

At this time, three or five more people came upstairs, and Chu Xun also swept upstairs. The black-clothed Kemen he brought with him also quickly joined the battle. Chengye breathed a sigh of relief.