At this time, Xu Feng and Jiang Liao were already standing in an attic across the street, the large hall was facing the center of the street, and the drinkers who were looking for fun had already been scared away, and the rest were all people with a distant breath and calm eyes, and they were the disciples of the sect in the nearby inn.

"Oh, Kyoto hasn't made such a big disturbance for more than ten years, ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the shop is closing!" said the old man with an anxious face and a gray beard.

However, the practitioners who sat or stood like a log remained motionless, as if they had not heard the restaurant's cries.

The old man sighed, shook his head and thought he was unlucky, rolled up the silver bag under the counter, and ran away first. If the business is lost, it can still be earned, and when the life is gone, there is nothing.

The assassination of Yang Lin is a secret mission, and Jing Qi, as the commander of the Blood Guard Battalion, personally took action, of course, he had to hide his identity, and the reorganized Blood Guard Camp would appear on many important occasions after all. Even if the assassination will become an open secret later, it must be covered up a little at this time, so as not to leave a confession.

Jing Qi, dressed in black and wearing a black mask, is like a cold ghost, an official in Kyoto, a general in the military department, no one recognizes him. But Xu Feng and Jiang Liao saw the Pu knife at a glance, as well as the unpredictable knife technique.

"It's really life to meet everywhere" Xu Feng looked at the straight knife light, and said lightly: "This knife, you see if it's okay." ”

The moment the iron ball fell from the sky, Xu Feng and Jiang Liao breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that it is not only the two of them who want Yang Lin to die, in Xu Feng's words, if he can easily make up the knife from behind, he will not mind, Lingnan wicked, this is simply the duty.

Jiang Liao said: "I'm afraid I can't do it, but I'm afraid that one of the generals around him will die." ”

Jing Qi's position in the crowd was less than two zhang away from the few horses in the core, and the person went with the knife, as fast as a meteor, and the strange thing was that the short and straight knife light, the target seemed to be aimed at Yang Lin, and it seemed to be aimed at a tiger general beside him, making it impossible to judge.

Next to Xu Feng and Jiang Liao, there was a middle-aged man with an only son sipping, with a straight back, cold and cold, with a taste of iron and blood.

Hearing the conversation between the two, the man didn't look back, pinched the wine glass and said coldly, "The five tiger generals under the Tai Lieutenant can be killed with a short knife! ”

Xu Feng was stunned, looked at Jiang Liao, and found that he was not the kind of person who had no brains, and then turned around in surprise, with an exaggerated expression on his face.

Xu Feng doesn't like others to call him a young man in this tone, as if being young will always be associated with inexperience, easy to make mistakes, and low realm. You must know that the truth knows no age, and young people have many other advantages in addition to the advantage of being young, such as being unreasonable.

Before Xu Feng's routine could start, Jiang Liao stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "The real generals are fighting in the northern Xinjiang at the moment, not shrinking in the city as a subordinate to block the knife, and I am afraid that even a knife will not be able to stop it." ”

As soon as the words fell, a miserable cry broke out in the streets.

Jing Qi's straight short knife sound struck west, and when the tiger general stepped forward to cover the captain, he found that the sword light turned out to be his own yin, this kind of unconventional, despicable Jianghu moves, completely angered the tiger general, and the tiger knife in his hand was more than half a foot with his waist and slashed in the air.

However, this kind of wide-opening and closing knife technique is simply full of loopholes in Jing Qi's opinion, like a puppet on the stage, with slow movements and babbling, just for the people below.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with the sword technique of the tiger general, placed in the midst of thousands of troops and horses, in the face of uneven foot soldiers or cavalry, you can kill a bloody road, but Jing Qi has always been alone.

The straight Pu knife did not change its moves, and it went diagonally from the bottom to the top, taking a horizontal and vertical route, and there was no stickiness when turning.

A straight line is always shorter than a curve.

This is an important law that Jing Qi realized from the straight knife, it seems simple, even children of a few years old can understand it, but if you really want to use proficiency in the duel of life and death, you need to be very focused and calm, so that you can choose the shortest straight line with the least time.

The tip of the straight and simple knife went up in the cold wind, and the horizontal tiger knife suddenly stopped halfway, because a blood line appeared on the face of the person holding the knife, and the blood line extended from the throat to the forehead, straight as the ink rope thrown out by a carpenter, and did not avoid any point because of the unevenness of the neck and forehead.

When that miserable cry sounded, Xu Feng, who was standing in the attic and looking at it from afar, frowned slightly, couldn't bear to look at the flying blood and the half of his head thrown down, turned his head slightly, closed one eye, and made sure that in the other eye he opened, there was only the picture of Jing Qi sweeping the sky, and there was no tragic appearance of the tiger general landing.

"Who is this person?"

The middle-aged man who was sitting next to him, drinking leisurely, suddenly stood up, pointed to the masked young man who was swinging a knife in the air in the alley, and said sharply.

Xu Feng paced square steps, came to his side with a solemn face, and said solemnly: "I know this person." Seeing that the middle-aged man's eyes were becoming more and more expectant, Xu Feng's serious face suddenly smiled happily, and then said: "I just won't tell you, haha......"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, flicked his long sleeves a few times, and walked down the restaurant quickly, as if he had something urgent to do.

Jiang Liao, who was next to him, felt that Xu Feng was both naïve and boring, shook his head, and turned his gaze to the center of the street in the fierce battle.

Jing Qiyi succeeded with a knife, there was no obstacle between the short knife and Yang Lin, as long as the distance was less than three feet, the Pu knife would slash Yang Lin's shoulder.

Xie Liu'an, who was hidden in the streets and alleys, and Guan Bai, the captain of the military department, attacked together at this moment, two long knives one after the other, quickly chopping over a few soldiers who reacted and prepared to guard, and also killed Yang Lin in front of him, Xie Datou's long knife directly slashed the horse's belly, and the only remaining tiger general came out to greet him.

Four of the five people who carried out the assassination had already shot, only Lu Wuchang, who was usually ruthless, carried a three-foot-long thin cone behind his back, and leaned on the side of the road with a panicked expression, like a frightened passerby.

Those lieutenants scattered in the crowd had already raised their hearts to their throats, and success or failure seemed to be instantaneous.

On the eve of the Tsing Yi test, as the court ceremonies department responsible for managing the cultivators in the world, he was ordered to be in charge of those cultivators who caused trouble. The laws of Great Xia have always been strict, and they are not within the scope of their duties, so they must not be transgressed.

Those officials who looked delicate and erudite, holding the special Dao talisman made by the Sanqingmen in their hands, looked flustered for a while, and didn't know whether to make a move.

Pu Dao is getting closer and closer, and Jing Qi, who is already considered to have succeeded, suddenly has a hint of warning in his heart, even if the old man in front of him is a genuine cultivator, Jing Qi at this time is also confident that he will be killed, but the warning has not subsided at all, and it is getting stronger and stronger.

Yang Lin looked at the masked young man who came at him, and his domineering face suddenly had a hint of gentleness, like a miserliness for failure.

The knife wind set off by the short knife had already whisked Yang Lin's long gray hair, the Tai Lieutenant who was sitting upright still did not move, Jing Qi's knife was exhausted, and there was no room for change of moves, so he forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and insisted on moving forward.

The next moment, the blood-red war horse that Yang Lin was sitting on suddenly woke up, raised its front hooves high, and let out a long howl towards the street.

A violent wind suddenly blew in the center of the street, and the furious Zhenyuan rolled up countless swords, guns, swords, and halberds, and even a few helpless foot soldiers, the sound of collision and chaos resounded throughout the long street, and Yang Lin, who was riding on a horse, disappeared in an instant, and after the blood-red war horse roared wildly, it turned into a blood-red giant ape. It was a rare giant demon beast in Yingdu, with blood-red long hair all over its body, a pair of basin-like giant eyes, full of tyranny, and its thick arms dancing wildly, setting off a violent wind in a radius of several zhang.

Jing Qi's short knife left a shallow red on the abdomen of the giant ape, and before he could stabilize his body in the true yuan that rose to the sky, he felt that his waist was grabbed, and a large mouth of blood was coming towards him, and he was about to gnaw half of his body with one mouth.

Lu Wuchang no longer panicked on his face, and flew to the roof, but it was only at the height of the blood ape's shoulder.