Yang attacked the city, one of the eight generals.

Eight generals, eight generals, seems to be a very simple statement, but when these three words are combined in one place, they have a completely different meaning. As everyone knows, this refers to the eight masters who were privately raised in the palace of the second prince, and these eight masters have always followed the side of the second prince, and they are one of the most powerful strengths of the second prince in terms of force.

In the struggle between Fan Xian and the second prince the year before last, it was these eight families who left Fan Xian in the tea shop outside Baoyue Building, although they did not keep it in the end, but they still left a deep impression on Fan Xian.

Eight masters indeed.

Outside Kyoto Prefecture, after the trial of the case closely related to Baoyuelou and Fan Sizhen, Fan Xian made an awe-inspiring move to shatter Xie Bi's peace of mind, and this also caused the problem of true qi in the body, which was one of them.

On the side of the Yushan Road, in the autumn rain, the six killers of the Supervision Yuan attacked, extinguished the mouth with an iron drill, and shocked Fan Wusheng, so that this person ignored the second prince to keep him afterwards and floated away, which is the second.

Since that small struggle, which has not been announced to the world, there are only six people left in the eight generals of the second prince. Today, the second prince was a guest in Baoyue Tower, he was confident that Fan Xian didn't dare to do anything to himself, in order to appear like Jiyue, he didn't bring anyone with him, and the remaining six eight generals were also sent back.

Yang Chengcheng is one of them. On such a night when he looked up at the snow and the clouds had covered the silver moon, he was blocked by a group of men in black and cut off his way out.

Bai rì used to be sunny, the snow on the eaves of the street next to the alley turned into water dripping down, the alley was wet and cold, at night, the water droplets gradually decreased, and gradually condensed into a branch of ice thorns, but there was still a drop of water gathered at the tip of the ice thorns, hanging down yù drops.

Yang Zhencheng's pupils shrank slightly, he pulled out the saber on his waist with his backhand, his toes were a little on the ground, and the whole person had already swept up, and slashed at the ice spikes under the eaves with a sword.

The ice spike snapped through it, turning into a sharp ray and stabbing towards the black-clothed man in front of him.

And Yang Zhencheng then stepped on the shoulders of his two companions with one foot, and pointed the two companions at the black-clothed men who attacked on both sides, his figure had been raised, and he was about to lean out of the top of the alley.

............ He knew that this was a sniper, this was a sniper that had been planned for a long time, and the other party had found out the route he often walked, so that he would just right to block himself in the alley.

But he didn't want to die, so he preferred to sacrifice his two companions or apprentices, and let them serve as punching bags against the blades, so that he could have time to escape.

It's an escape, not a resistance, Yang Siege has long lost his sharpness at this time, and there are few people who dare to set up ambushes and kill people in Kyoto, and only that person has an enmity with the second prince.

The man who sent out to kill him was not something he could resist.

I have to say that Yang Chengcheng is worthy of being the second prince's personal eight generals, and his reaction speed and method of dealing with it are all temporary choices, when the black-clothed men below snorted and slashed his apprentice to the ground, and at the same time split those half-cut ice spikes with his true power, he had already swept into the air.

It only takes a split second for him to step on the alley and escape into the night sky.

Unfortunately, the sniper didn't give him this moment, and a crossbow arrow flew over, silently, and stabbed him in the chest.

Yang Chengcheng snorted, flipped his wrist, slashed down, and slashed the crossbow arrow between the lightning and flint.

However, once the crossbow arrow is out, there is naturally more than one.

Whoosh, swishing, more than a dozen crossbow arrows came out at the same time, others were in mid-air, where could they be blocked? Although he relied on his superb cultivation to avoid blocking a few crossbow arrows that were at the critical point, he still let a few crossbow arrows that slipped through the net penetrate deep into his thighs.

Yang Chengcheng's legs ached and numb, his eyes cracked, and he fell from mid-air in some despair.

He only had time to leap out of the alley for a moment, and in this moment, he saw seven crossbowmen standing in the corners of the eaves of the houses in the alley, in different directions, but blocking the top to death.

There are assassins below, and crossbowmen on top, which are nets for heaven and earth, how can they be avoided?

............ Yang Chengcheng opened his mouth and howled for help in the process of falling, but out of the corner of his eye, he found that the man in black in the alley also took out a crossbow arrow from his arms...... An oncoming crossbow arrow shè entered his mouth, and blood splashed, forcing his screams back!

At this moment, he thought desperately, how could the other party take so many hard crossbows to deal with a little person like himself? The attack of too dense crossbow arrows made the other person in mid-air, and dozens of crossbow arrows had been hit by shè on his body, and he looked as ridiculous as a hedgehog.

With a snap, Yang Chengcheng's body fell into the snow, shaking up a pool of blood, but his cultivation was really clever, he was so seriously injured, he didn't lose his breath for a while, knelt on the ground on one knee, stabbed the ground with his sword, and looked at the leader of the black-clothed man who was getting closer and closer to him, and his pupils showed a trace of panic and ferocity before the beast was killed.

Yes, he is a master, but there is nothing he can do about a master who has been ambushed with dozens of hard crossbows, unless he is Ye Liuyun.

Blood flowed down the dense shaft of the arrows all over his body, flowing out of his jīng qi and blood, and Yang Chengcheng's throat snorted, but he refused to collapse.

The leader of the man in black walked up to him and pulled out the straight knife at his waist with his backhand, the blade of which was as bright as snow and did not stain dust.

Most of the ice spikes on the eaves of the alley have been cut off, leaving only a few lonely icicles, and the snow that has been stored for a long time finally converges into a large round droplet, dripping down, dripping into the blood in the alley, with a light sound.

The leader of the men in black drew his sword, cut it silently, and cut off Yang Chengcheng's head with a single sword, cleanly.

Yang's headless body was still kneeling.

The leader of the men in black waved his hand, and the crossbowmen standing on the house turned over and landed, and the snipers in the alley stepped forward silently, took all the crossbow arrows, and then eliminated the traces in the alley.

A group of people stripped off their black clothes and dressed as ordinary people, leaving the alley and merging into the seemingly eternal life of Kyoto.

The alley was silent, as if no one had ever come, but there were three more corpses, and the headless corpse had no support from the crossbow arrows around it, and finally fell, and there was a muffled sound in the alley.

―――――――――――――――――――――― "I never imagined that such a thing as a crossbow arrow would be so terrifying. Fan Xian raised his wine glass and drank it slowly, his eyes full of confusion, "Your Excellency also knows that my Supervision Yuan is also used to using crossbow arrows, but I still didn't expect that when there are many things that kill people, it will become so terrifying." ”

In the banquet of Baoyue Tower, everyone listened quietly to Fan Xian's narration, which was the details of the sniping in the valley, and people heard the gloom and coldness in Fan Xian's words.

Fan Xian put the wine glass on the table and said with a smile: "I have never seen the crossbow rain in the sky, and I have never seen it in my previous life...... It's not a sniper, it's more like being on the battlefield, and at that time I realized that personal power is indeed limited. ”

The eldest prince nodded slowly on the other side, with a complicated expression, perhaps thinking of the continuous battles with the Hu tribes during the Western Expedition.

"The sound of crossbow arrows on the carriage is like the sound of a soul-snatching drum. Fan Xian frowned, as if he was recalling the specific plot at that time, "The feeling of being blocked and killed by someone is very bad." ”

The prince sighed and comforted: "Fortunately, it has passed, you can survive, those chaotic ministers and thieves have a law after all, the court is strictly investigating, presumably there will be results if you don't rì." ”

"Your Highness. Fan Xian raised his glass to everyone, and said with a smile: "Yes, at least I survived, presumably many people will be disappointed, even the city guard crossbow has been used, but it still can't kill me Fan someone, what does this mean?"

No one answered his words, the faces of the two deputy envoys of the Privy Council were very bad, there is no doubt that the sniper in the valley involved the military, although the investigation of the imperial court has not yet achieved any results, but this point is already an ironclad matter, Fan Xian said this, and the military elders secretly figured it out.

"I'm a very confident person. Fan Xian signaled that everyone had already drunk it, and said with a smile: "Including Your Majesty and the Dean, the elders have asked me, why are you so confident?"

Everyone listened attentively, but there was a ridiculous feeling in their hearts, at this time, all the important people in Qingguo, as well as His Royal Highness the Prince, the three princes, but as soon as Fan Xian opened his mouth, everyone's attention would be attracted by him, not only because he was the host of tonight's banquet, but also because of ...... It seems that everyone subconsciously admits that he is the real most powerful person.

This is really ridiculous, in history, there may be a powerful minister who leans towards the government and the opposition, called a nine-thousand-year-old eunuch, but there has never been such a young and deterrent illegitimate son of the royal family, or a glorious illegitimate child.

Everyone subconsciously glanced at the prince.

The prince was smiling and listening to Fan Xian's words, his expression was not hesitant, but full of comfort and understanding.

The eldest prince coughed lightly.

Fan Xian gently pinched the big wine bottle with his left hand, and looked at the case in front of him, as if he was looking at an extremely beautiful picture: "Why am I so confident? Because I believe that I am the luckiest person in the world, and no one can have better luck than me." ”

People who are obviously dead, but inexplicably come back to life, and have such a colorful and even bizarre life, this kind of luck needs to be slowly celebrated in the years to come.

Fan Xian said with a smile: "I also said before that my Supervision Yuan is also very accustomed to using crossbow arrows, those crossbow arrows can't kill me, and my enemies must not have such good luck as me." ”

――――――――――――――――――――― Supervision Yuan, which was not far from the palace, in the secret room where Dean Chen liked to stay the most, Yan Bingyun was wearing a pure white cotton coat, staring at the case file on the table, and after a while, he sighed, rubbed his temples, and felt that the soreness in his temples was unstoppable.

There was a knock on the door, and an official from the Second Intelligence Division flashed in and handed him three small wax-sealed bamboo tubes.

Yan Bingyun was stunned, picked open the wax seal with his fingernails, took out the information inside and glanced at it, then came to the side and burned the candle, and then under the strange eyes of the intelligence officer, he said a little tiredly: "I don't keep a record of tonight's events." ”

The officer of the Intelligence Division A was stunned for a moment, then bowed his head and said, "Of the forty-three targets, three have been cleared. ”

Yan Bingyun seemed to have a headache Hearing this, he shook his head annoyedly, waved his hand to signal that he understood, and let him go out.

The secret room was quiet again, and Yan Bingyun looked at the wax crumbs left on the table, and began to lose his mind again. Tonight, Fan Xian is feasting in the Baoyue Building, but the Supervision Yuan is in a second-level state, in the dark night of Kyoto, I don't know how many people are moving, how many people will die, and this qiē is just because of Fan Xian's madness.

Tonight's plan was drawn up by Yan Bingyun himself, and although he expressed his resolute opposition in front of Fan Xian, he still had to continue to do what he had to do. In this plan, eleven people were to be killed and thirty-two people were to be captured. Among the eleven targets that must be eliminated first, six of them are the eight generals of the second prince.

It was a frenzied act of revenge.

Three of the eight generals of the second prince have already died, and with the full strength of the Supervision Yuan, the power of just one royal palace cannot shake the overall situation at all, and presumably the death of the rest will be heard next.

Yan Bingyun walked to the window and lifted the corner of the black cloth in the window, just like Chen Pingping had done in the past, through that small space, looking at the palace not far away, the palace was still bright, and the black clothes exuded a holy and sublime taste.

He looked at the palace and thought worriedly: "Your Majesty asked you to be a lonely minister, but not to let you be a desperate minister. ”