The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the blood arrows are sneaking.

Five warriors dressed as sergeants followed Bai Ding into the prison, obviously having already prepared, and headed towards the iron prison where Yan Wuyi was imprisoned.

"Who!"

The cell head who was napping in front of the table was startled, but as soon as the words fell, his head was cut off by a sharp knife, and blood sprayed on the spot like a spring, which attracted the attention of the other prison guards for a while.

"Hell robbery!"

A guard roared, drew his saber and went to kill him, but the five martial artists with extraordinary skills had already deceived him, and the Dao spiritual power was agitated, and the killing wind was howling.

"It's a thief!"

"Hurry up and go to the Prison Division to tell Duke Wei, and the rest of the people will follow me to the dungeon!"

At this moment, the eyes of the commander outside the temple were solemn, and as soon as he arranged it, a smoke cloud knife rushed away like a meteor, and the momentum was fierce and fixed on his head, and he died in an instant.

The rest of the guards panicked instantly, the sound of the dungeon weapons striking each other became more and more violent, hearing the gusts of wind howling, and when he looked up slightly, he saw hundreds of bloody arrows piercing the air coming, and the flying snow in the sky was covered by this murderous intent, but it was just close in front of him.

"Woo Woo ......"

The hundred deadly killing arrows ruthlessly tore through the bodies of the guards outside the temple, and the thick armor could not stop the killing momentum of the warriors with rolling spiritual power.

"Kill!"

The dozens of black-clothed assassins lurking on the top of Xuanfu Street galloped towards Xuanfu Temple under an order, like a streamer of lightning, and galloped towards Xuanfu Temple, holding the swords in their hands fiercely, trembling with a sharp sound, and under the decoration of the cold and snow, it became more and more cold.

Inside the dungeon, there was already a remnant of limbs flying, and the dozen or so guards in the prison could not stop the assassins who had been drinking blood for many years.

"Hey, it's a thief. Mo Zhicicada was awakened by the sound of bloody swords, and he had long since lost his sleepiness. Don't approach Yan Wuyi with a cheeky face, so as not to be endangered by misfortune.

"Most likely, these assassins are coming for me. ”

Yan Wuyi frowned, and then made the magic trick to use the majestic spiritual power to flow all over the body, the power of the four orifices quickly condensed the fists, and the meridian qi chamber in the body naturally derived a trace of fierce energy, and when the spiritual power flowed in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, it was melted into it.

"Could it be that you said earlier that the family is going to kill people and kill people?" Mo Zhician noticed that the thief was killing towards the cell where the two of them were, and his face was flustered and disgusted, and Yan Wuyi distanced himself.

"It's none of the master's business, you kid is in trouble, don't hurt the master's life in vain. ”

The corners of Yan Wuyi's mouth trembled, and he suddenly realized that three or five spiritual forces were coming through the prison door, and the terrifying attack directly took the heads of the two people!

There was no time to think about which side was strong, Yan Wuyi was so angry that he turned out with a move of the vulture-style fish and dragon, and his thin body jumped out of the way.

Although he escaped the killing machine, Mo Zhicicada stood on the spot, watching the terrifying spiritual momentum overwhelm him.

"Be careful!"

Yan Wuyi shouted, his legs moved like an elk stepping on snow, the birds cried in the air, and kicked on the door of the Mozhi cicada!

"Bang!"

The thick sound of impact sounded, and Mo Zhicicada screamed again and again, and he didn't have time to care about the pain in his head, so he hurriedly turned over and got up and took a quench.

The powerful aura left several indelible traces on the iron wall behind him like a sword, and the aura that came from the shock made Yan Wuyi stumble for a while, and it took two or three breaths to stabilize his body.

"Okay, you Yan Wuyi, you don't have to be so rude to save your eldest brother. ”

Yan Wuyi shook his head and smiled bitterly, condensed his spiritual power into a palm, and without hesitation, he hit the martial artist who was holding a knife at the door of the prison.

"Boom!"

The two exchanged blows, and the momentum of the direct explosion was churning, and the force was steep.

The martial artist didn't expect that a mere four-trick martial artist could have such great strength, and he was shocked by this slightly rough palm momentum, and his breath was disordered, and he rolled to the ground.

"Hiss......"

Yan Wuyi gasped and shook his right hand, which was shocked by Yu Wei, and his delicate face was full of sadness.

This move is still on his own initiative, in order to take advantage of his unpreparedness to kill the other party by surprise, I never thought that the person was far more powerful than imagined, and there was such a terrifying counterattack power at will.

"Connected warriors, we are more auspicious today. ”

Mo Zhicicada said bitterly, hiding closely behind Yan Wuyi, he had already heard more about his uncle and learned some ways to save his life.

Mo Zhi Cicada is from an extraordinary background, looking at the acupoints of these martial artists, there is a bit of network spirituality between the moves, and the body is light and pure, thinking that it is to achieve the realm of refining the human body.

"Aren't you the true legend of the Dao Palace? Yan Wuyi looked helpless, and only with the shabby Nine Palaces Yingyuan frantically attracted the spiritual power in his body, making the spirit vulture flexible to resist the enemy.

The other two martial artists at the door of the cell didn't expect this kid to fly his companion with one palm, so they each swung their blood knives and slashed them, refining layers of sword qi, extremely fast.

Mo Zhicicada's brain thought quickly, so he cowered and retreated to the bed, feeling something in the tattered clothes placed there.

Yan Wuyi secretly said that it was not good, the so-called two fists were difficult to defeat the four hands, not to mention that the other party was a well-connected martial artist, and the two swords were slashed, forcing him to take three steps back.

Helplessly, the prison is narrow, if you retreat, I am afraid that it will hurt Mo Zhicicada.

"That's it!"

In such a dangerous situation, Yan Wuyi turned his heart sideways, contracted his fists and suddenly rushed towards the martial artist on the left, his force was like a rock moving, the tiger and leopard pounced fiercely, and approached him in an instant.

"Wow ......"

The sharp blade slammed down like an eagle's claw, and Yan Wuyi could not control another fierce martial artist, allowing the bloody blade in his hand to brutally tear his right shoulder.

The pain that penetrated deep into the cerebral cord came from the shoulder, and the bright red blood could not stop gushing.

Yan Wuyi's move was extremely dangerous, if the martial artist's sword moved again, his head would have to be chopped off by him, but now he could only endure the severe pain, frantically running the spiritual power in his body like a rolling wave, and all of it was injected into the rampage body and slammed into the martial artist in front of him.

This self-inflicted injury and avoiding his edge was like a thunderbolt, and it savagely slammed into the burly body of the sword-wielding warrior on the left, causing him to collapse in the chest and vomit blood again and again.

Even if he is a well-connected martial artist, he is more defensive, and he is hit by Yan Wuyi with all his strength, and it is difficult to stop his mountain momentum, and he flies out of the prison like a kite with a broken string.

"What a ruthless guy!"

The warrior who slashed at Yan Wuyi's shoulder with a knife panicked in his heart, and a few drops of cold sweat crossed his angular face, if this young man chose to crash into himself just now, I am afraid that he would be either killed or injured like his companion.

Yan Wuyi endured the pain, got up with a gray face, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and a bloodthirsty and weird smile appeared, and he said with a fierce look in his eyes: "How can the dog sent by Luoyi be so vulnerable?"

This knife had already seriously injured him, and the terrifying spiritual momentum seeped into Yan Wuyi's shoulder meridians with the blood knife, destroying his fragile body with impunity.

"Boy, you will die tonight. ”

A cold voice suddenly sounded, and the person who said this was the leader of the martial artists who stood leisurely outside the prison, wearing a green robe like ink as if melting into the night, his angular face flashed a little strange, but he didn't expect the little four-trick martial artist to make his subordinates suffer a big loss.

The warrior on the right erased the surprise in his heart, and took advantage of Yan Wuyi's danger and weakness to break his soul with a knife, and directly took the fatal place of his throat!