The four of them sneaked over quietly, and they had slowed down as much as possible, but the sound of the cloth shoes stepping on the coarse sand was still as loud as a mouse's cry. The pen and fun www.biquge.info made everyone nervous, but it didn't attract the attention of others. They walked forward about 50 meters until they reached the base of the wall of the single-story house, where the four of them simply lined up like hamsters, clinging to the wall and hiding. Wen Qingsong and Cao Zaili quietly poked their heads out and observed the two majestic guards with knives up close, and were shocked to find that they couldn't feel the breath of those two.

On the rivers and lakes, there are many ways to hide the aura, but except for a few kinds of super rare divine skills, they are basically only effective for people who are weaker than themselves. Wen Qingsong's divine skill realm is already relatively profound, but there is no way to feel the slightest breath of those two people, could it be said that those two people are masters at the high level or even the peak of the body? If such masters are just guarding the door, then who will be the people in this room? Could it be a terrible guy in the realm of qi transformation or even distraction?

The more Wen Qingsong thought about it, the more terrifying he felt, and when he was puzzled, he felt a familiar wind fluctuation behind him, and then Cao Zaili's whispered reprimand came from his ears: "What are you doing! Why don't you listen to orders!" Looking back, it turned out that it was Lu Qingyun's kid who kicked his legs and had already flown onto the roof by relying on the "Raven Body Method".

Lu Qingyun held the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other. Gangfeng vibrates the soles of his feet at a specific frequency to perform the Raven Body Method. As soon as his feet touched the slope of the sloping roof, he shook his body violently, and was so slid by the slippery tiles that he almost fell off his head. He snorted angrily and let out a white breath, which somehow stood out in the dark night sky. He steadied himself and walked cautiously and cautiously across the ridge of the roof in a posture of drawing his sword. The violent slipping of his feet caused him to shake violently, almost breaking his waist. He walked through one step at a time, each step slower, lighter, and more cautious than the previous one. He himself felt that each second was slower, longer, and harder than the previous one. His breathing had almost stopped, and his heart had nearly stopped. His breath was close to that of a snake soaked in cold water, and the faint wind swirled between his fingers, pouring more and more violently into the sword that was still sleeping in its scabbard. He held his breath, slowly and delicately adjusting his steps for almost every second as long as a day, like a death dance in a dark hell, and slowly came directly behind the two guards.

He couldn't see the two guards from above the eaves, and could only roughly guess where they were. He believed in his own speculation, and he could only believe this, he knew that Fourth Brother Wen couldn't wait too long, every second, exposing the core leadership of the Zhennan Gang to an unknown number of enemies, every second, was very dangerous.

He took one last deep breath and jumped down in a knife drawn.

The next second, he should perform the proud sword drawing technique, the next second, the brilliant sword should reflect the yellow light stolen from the window, illuminating the night sky within three steps, the next second, either the sound of weapons clashing against each other shook the night, or the sound of sharp blades entering the body harvested away the fiery life, and the next second, the long sword that suddenly pulled out its scabbard should bring up a golden Liulan.

However, in the next second, all Lu Qingyun got was the silence of death. There is no sword drawing technique, no gangfeng, no martial arts, no divine cultivation, no weapons striking each other or separation of flesh and blood, only silent, the same fait accompli.

Death.

Lu Qingyun's hand let go, and his long sword hung on his waist like a superfluous limb. The "Qingyun Drawing Technique", which was once famous in the rivers and lakes, can no longer be displayed at this moment. He stared at the faces of the guards who were close at hand, and there was no room for the slightest thought of fear in his head, only a torrent of uncontrollable shock. "This can't be!" The thought was crazily replicated in his neural circuits as if it had been brutally mounted by a computer virus, over and over again, over and over again, over and over again, over and over again, and over again, clogging his mind and numbing his nerves, but still unable to erase the image that was fed back from the retina. As a boy who had struggled and survived for 16 years in the Wind Source Continent, in the world composed of Gangfeng and Divine Powers, it was completely impossible for him to and could not conceive of the scene in front of him.

He couldn't have dreamed of what kind of death could achieve the tragic situation in front of him.

He had no idea what kind of demon king could make people look so impossible.

He has seen the horror of turning people into soft flesh with a poisonous cloud of bones, he has seen the cruelty of the "Soul Exterminator" completely turning people into a liquid like wax oil, he has seen the misery of his colleagues being poked into a honeycomb by a vicious mechanism, and he has seen more of the end of the enemy who is cut into pieces by the knife in his hand, but at this moment, he really saw what the impermanence of death is.

It was a corpse without a drop of blood.

That is without any scars is death.

It was the end of peace without even an expression of surprise, panic and pain.

Underneath the fine iron chain armor of the northern country is a calm face.

The face is transparent, under Lu Qingyun's forced vision, the structure of the eyeball, the structure of the retina, the structure of the optic nerve, the structure of the hypothalamus, the structure of the diencephalum, the structure of the cerebellum, the circuits and structures of the brain, and even the structure of the skull, the structure of the sinuses, the structure of the facial blood vessels, the structure of the gums, the structure of the tongue, the structure of the flat strip, the structure of the esophagus, the structure of the spinal cord, and even the structure of the vagus nerve, all of which are presented in front of the boy's eyes without reservation. The flawless crystals refract bizarre light, but for some reason they did not form a crystal ball-like illusion, but only reflected the structure of the bones in the human body very clearly, which was more shocking than biological slices. The blue crystals still seemed to exude a chill that had not had time to dissipate, and the raindrops that fell from the sky condensed into grains the size of rice grains as they passed the guard, falling on the stone floor and popping out far away. Lu Qingyun stared blankly at the guards in front of him, his mind was in chaos.

That's the way to die that turns people into crystals. The cruelty of that kind of death is far beyond Lu Qingyun's imagination. He didn't dare to imagine that there was any poison in this world, what terrible magic could turn a living person into a crystal statue, which made him feel cold more than turning into wax oil, from the depths of his soul.

Ice Magic, Legendary Spells, and Farusi's Burial.

Lu Qingyun forcibly turned his head and looked at the other guard with a knife. Under the fine chain mail, the flesh and blood body completely solidified into a crystal that emitted a faint cold mist, and the craftsmanship was exquisitely round and crystalline, even dazzling, but there was no longer the heat of life. Exactly the same death, exactly the same burial, silently swearing the fragility of life and the eternity of death in this dark and rainy night.

"You all come and take a look, these two guys are already, already dead!" Lu Qingyun stammered seldom when he spoke, but at the moment it was difficult for him to make his sentences coherent. Three heads popped out from behind him, and the thief glanced at him in this direction, and then like a hamster about to steal cheese, he sneaked over to three people, looking at the two statues in front of him in amazement.

In the hearts of Yin Xueli and the others, there was only pure shock, they never imagined that a dead person could have such a state. In Cao Zaili's heart, he only used boundless terror at this moment, he was not a fool, of course he knew that these two people might be killed by Silver Dust the moment Silver Dust walked between them, and then made into crystal specimens and placed here. He could read the meaning behind the two statues, a silent demonstration, a silent warning. Cao Zaili knew that he was fighting Yinchen like all people who did not have divine skills, scolding and mocking, pushing and shoving, only adding his fists and feet, he also knew that this person could live so big, obviously he was used to seeing others treated like this, bullied like this, after all, the whole society was like this, and he could only endure it silently, but Cao Zaili never thought that Yinchen, a person who did not have the slightest divine power, would really dare to protest against a young master like him Cao Zaili. Demonstrate to him in such unimaginable ways.

Such a provocation had no way to make him angry at all, because he was already afraid.

Little did he know, however, that at this moment, the real demonstrations had just begun.

"Where is Brother Yinchen?" Lu Qingyun's first thought was the silver-haired brother with profound skills. It is absolutely impossible for there to be a second person in this world who has such means except him.

He asked Yin Xueli, Yin Xueli also looked around blankly, and just when she opened her mouth and was about to answer Lu Qingyun, the door behind the two guards creaked open.

"Be careful!" Wen Qingsong used his magic skills, but saw Yinchen push open the door and slowly walk out.

"Safe for now. He made an OK gesture to the crowd.

No one answered him, for everyone looked in amazement at the brightly lit room behind him. Carved beams and painted buildings, light yarn slowly, red curtain warm, clearly a concubine's boudoir, but there is no willow waist in the room, a little powder, eyebrows and eyes of the beauty, only a full 10 wearing heavy chain mail or sitting or standing, ready to go. Under the red curtain, I don't see the west wind thin, only the cold light, swords, hammers and spears are all over the room, and even under the light gauze tent, there are a few divine arm bows, and on the dresser carved out of the golden tong, there are 3 pots of broken yuan arrows.

The red curtain swept the west wind, and there was no acacia thin, only Jin Ge iron armor, hiding killing machines, but at this time, these killing machines and these ambushes have all become a thing of the past, and the 10 heavy-armored male soldiers have already returned to the netherworld, with blood and muscles, fur and bones, and internal organs and dantian, all turned into blue crystal.

The big house was not a concubine's boudoir, nor was it a stronghold for ambushing heavy soldiers, but on this rainy night at the end of January of Showa 8, against the backdrop of faint crowds and gongs and drums in the distance, it was completely transformed into a crystal coffin and an exhibition hall of death.

The sight was so shocking that the four of them seemed to be facing an entire ancient miracle.

Cao Zaili was completely wilted, trembling and retreating backwards, he didn't dare to comprehend Yinchen's provocative gaze. He didn't dare to point fingers at any Shenhai Sect's plans. Such a room of soldiers already speaks for itself. Such a room of soldiers, this room disguised as a boudoir, has clearly warned the Zhennan Gang, the Shenhai faction, and the Jianghu Alliance, and the plan has been exposed. The Northern Empire has already set up many traps in this capital, just waiting for the heroes of the Jianghu Alliance to crash in.

"What should I do?" When the initial shock calmed down and quickly analyzed the situation, Yin Xueli panicked a little. Such a hundred masters and chivalrous warriors of the Jianghu Alliance, in the face of God knows hundreds of thousands of heavy soldiers from the northern country, they can only beat them by surprise, and the frontal hard fight must be an egg to beat a stone, but now that the plan has been revealed, they can only hit the stone with an egg if they continue to move forward, and once they give up, then three or four days later, the ban on martial arts will be promulgated, and the people of Blood Yang City will face boundless humiliation. Soldiers can be killed but not humiliated, the chivalrous men of the Zhennan Gang treat people with themselves, and they definitely can't let tens of thousands of people fall into such a situation for no reason.

Wen Qingsong's face was innocent for a while, and his eyes wandered, and finally he said a plan that best met the demands in his heart, and was also the most reluctant to say: "Ying Sydney, you and Lu Qingyun retreat, leave some incense for us to inherit, Brother Yinchen, please leave immediately, this time, it is absolutely impossible! I will immediately set off to find the old ten, you don't have to wait for me to come back." After he finished speaking, he was about to walk towards the darker depths of the Duhu Mansion, and from the beginning, he didn't mention Cao Zaili, or even look at him, as if this person no longer existed.

"No!" Yin Xueli screamed, almost forgetting that they were in the enemy camp at this time, and they needed to speak in a low voice: "The Zhennan Gang is here for chivalry, brothers and sisters in the gang, live and die together, how could I leave you and the tenth brother behind!" She could see at a glance what Wen Qingsong wanted to do, the so-called going to find the tenth brother and ten sisters-in-law was just a pretense, what he really wanted to do was to sacrifice his life for the people of Blood Yang City, and do his best knowing that the assassination plan had been revealed.

"Nope. Wen Qingsong stopped, but did not turn around: "No, the Zhennan Gang can't just end like this, you are here, it can be passed down for several generations......" He didn't finish speaking, because the silver dust on the side had suddenly lit up with a flash of magic.

"Extinction Winter!" he waved his hand to send out a huge blizzard, but there was no way to stop the man who came by in the night, only the four henchmen behind the man were fiercely blocked from the wind and snow. The figure that fell from the sky was the head of the trump card "Nevernight" in the hands of Long Aotian. Because Yin Xueli is the blood of the thirteen relics, it is very likely that he knows the secret of the spiritual treasure of the relics, so he took the initiative to ask Ying to personally monitor Yin Xueli. At first, he was still far away, and his special magic skills made Yinchen undetectable, but just now he saw Cao Zaili's emergency signal, and rushed over without thinking about it, and when he got closer, he was discovered by Yinchen's domain. (To be continued.) )