The lonely cold moon sprinkled and wiped the deep cold, which made the young warrior inadvertently shiver.

If you say too much, you will lose, so Murong Xing didn't say much, but slowly walked towards the young martial artist with a stupid look.

The bright moon crosses the sky, sprinkling a scene of silver light, the river reeds seem to have the sound of the wind, and a black cloud gradually envelops the lonely moon.

The young warrior didn't notice anything unusual, smelled a faint smell of urine, covered his nose, and turned away.

At the moment when the clouds covered the moon, Murong Xing's ghostly figure quietly jumped forward with the cover of the dark clouds and the moon, and the cold dagger hidden in his sleeve stabbed the young warrior's waist.

With an extremely decisive dagger, Murong Xing stepped forward to cover his mouth, and drew the dagger again, cutting his throat in an instant, and retreating with the young warrior's body that had completely dissipated his vitality.

Yan Wuyi, who showed a different color in the back, was shocked, although he had practiced martial arts for a while, he had never killed anyone personally, and now he saw the scene of Murong Xing's cruel throat cutting, and he felt a little unbearable in his heart.

"There are few Sword Pavilion disciples whose hands are not stained with blood. ”

Murong Xing smiled helplessly, directly moved the body of the young martial artist to Yan Wuyi's side, and then whispered: "If you want to blame, you can only blame him for his bad life." ”

"Besides, these disciples of the Nine Calamities Emperor Tai are all evil, nominally to protect the people, but in fact they are secretly doing some dirty deeds. ”

Yan Wuyi smiled bitterly, then endured the throbbing in his heart, took off the young warrior's clothes and changed them with a distorted face, and then took him off into the dark and damp silt on the side, and smeared some black mud on his face.

"Let's go. ”

Seeing that Yan Wuyi was covering up the corpse of the young warrior, Murong Xing took out another cyan pill and fed it to the black-faced man who was knocked unconscious.

The two of them quickly got everything in order, and then walked in the direction of the patrol post.

If you want to go to the third martial pavilion in front of you, you have to settle the two guards.

Looking in all directions, it can be seen that there are two river boats patrolling the river not far away, and there are also three or two burly warriors in blue and gray cloth clothes in the dark pavilion on the right side of the pavilion to scan the surrounding situation.

If you want to get rid of the two warriors who are blocking the way, you must not make too much movement.

At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky have dispersed, and the mist is dark. The moonlight slanted down, a silvery white.

Murong Xing confidently walked ahead, although Yan Wuyi was similar in size to the young martial artist, his aura was different, and he followed cautiously behind him.

"Lao Han, white dog, what are you two sneaking around doing over there? Don't think that Lao Tzu didn't see it, did you steal food alone?" Seeing the two coming, an earthly vein warrior with a simple knife on his waist pouted and smiled, and couldn't help but spin.

The other tall and thin Nine Tribulation Martial Artist did not speak, and a pair of sharp eyes looked at the two of them.

Yan Wuyi urged his body to the extreme, like a light swallow flying sideways and quietly landing, and the figure quickly went to the side.