At sunset in the West Mountain, night fell, a thick cloud suddenly floated over Kaiyang City, and then, the raindrops of beans crackled down, adding a touch of coolness to the hot summer night.

A side door of the martyr's hall opened silently, Mu Yang walked out of it with a steady step, looking at the raindrops falling from the sky like beads, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his face showed a look of infatuation and enjoyment.

After staying in the underground secret room for a whole month, the dull and hot feeling almost suffocated him, at this moment, Mu Yang suddenly thought of the legendary black spirit clan who lived underground all day long, and didn't understand how they survived in that dark underground.

Opening his eyes and holding up the thunder umbrella, Muyang walked into the rain curtain at night.

Not far from the Martyrs' Hall, under the canopy, there are several horse-drawn carriages for the temple's students, who can take you anywhere as long as you don't leave the temple's gates.

It didn't take long for Muyang to come to the front door hall, he was in a hurry to go back to Tianfu Street to see Gangwa, he hadn't sent a letter back for a month, Gangwa must have been worried, in Kaiyang City, a place where people are unpredictable and mixed, he hopes that this girl will definitely be caused by something because of anxiety.

There were dozens of carriages parked side by side in front of the temple, Mu Yang sat on one casually, reported the name of the place, and with the whip of the coachman, the wheels crushed the ground wet by the rain, and slowly drove away.

In the carriage that began to jolt in the dark, Mu Yang's hand once again stroked the nameless long knife that was usually tied behind his back and was now across his lap.

This month's secret training, Mu Yang's knife skills are far from being comparable to the past, and he has fully comprehended the set of "Silent Killing" of the Demon Shadow Sect, this set of assassination techniques does not have a specific move, nor is it limited to any weapon, the essence of which lies in the control of strength and speed, and the free use of Xingyuan.

Most cultivators in the world like to use the sword as a weapon, and among the many weapons, the sword also has the reputation of the emperor of soldiers.

Mu Yang actually didn't like knives, he had fantasized more than once about having a divine weapon as powerful as Senior Sister's Compassion Sword, and in the end he chose this knife as a weapon.

There are two reasons for this, one is that it is a gift from the senior brother, and the other is that Mu Yang knows that this knife is not forged by the senior brother, and its predecessor is actually a crimson thin sword, but it has been changed.

In Muyang's memory, it took the senior brother thirteen years to forge the thin sword into a long knife, and with the cultivation of the senior brother in refining weapons, thirteen years was enough for him to refine a few shocking Xuan soldiers, but he only changed the shape of the thin sword.

Mu Yang knew that the senior brother must have a deep meaning in doing this, but he didn't have time to ask the demon army in detail.

The horse-drawn carriage traveled through the night, and the streets and alleys of Kaiyang City crisscrossed like a dense net, and after passing through several wide and straight alleys, it drove into an alley.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and there is already water in the alleys, and the streets of Kaiyang City are paved with smooth bluestone, even the remote alleys are no exception, but not long after driving into the alleys, the car suddenly began to jolt.

After a few strange sounds sounded from under the car, and the carriage had some strange swings, the carriage slowly stopped, and the middle-aged man who was driving the car explained softly to Mu Yang in the carriage with some apologies: "Xu is that the axle repair was not very good last time, and I have been in a hurry, so there are some problems." ”

After Muyang asked two innocuous words about whether there would be a problem with the car tomorrow morning, it was not far from Tianfu Street, so he refused to rent a carriage nearby to send him to Tianfu Street, and asked him to repair the car by himself, and then he held up a mine umbrella, dripping rain, and walked to Tianfu Street.

Some of the streets and alleys on the periphery of Tianfu Street are mostly ordinary houses, and these residents who have worked hard all day during the day have fallen asleep sweetly at the moment, and occasionally the faint light of lanterns swaying and restlessly under the bleak rain and fog.

This kind of situation is very familiar to Muyang, the rain in Kaiyang in summer is frequent, and no matter how bleak the rain and fog is, it can't cause him more feelings, but just after walking through a dark alleyway, his brows suddenly frowned deeply.

He looked up at the roof on the left side of his head, and the strong intuition that ordinary cultivators did not have, made his spirit instantly concentrate to the extreme.

At the moment when he looked up, several faint noises suddenly sounded in the dead silence of the alley.

More than a dozen arrows were deliberately sharpened to reduce the sound of breaking the air, and the crossbow arrows were sprinkled from the roof with a terrible killing intent.

Mu Yang's face suddenly froze, his body quickly lowered down, and he quickly flashed under the eaves on one side, and flashed all the arrows in this round with great ease.

Dingding......

There was a dense explosion, and the missing crossbow arrows jumped on the ground like broken dry thatch, and scattered large raindrops in all directions.

There was a jumble of footsteps in the rain.

In the alley behind him, twenty or thirty figures flashed.

These twenty or thirty figures have cold light on their backs, they are dressed in black, wearing rain hats, and in their hands, they are all holding sharpened bamboo spears several meters long.

At the same time, more than a dozen figures also poured out of the alley in front of him, carrying sharp weapons and sharpened bamboo spears in their hands.

Muyang's face did not change.

He took a deep breath, his left hand holding the umbrella lowered slightly, and his right hand grasped the pitch-black hilt.

Mu Yang didn't know where these people came from, but he had guessed that it was related to King Zhou, but he didn't expect that their news was so well-informed, and he was ambushed as soon as he left the temple.

From the pace of these people and the momentum faintly emanating from their bodies, it can be seen that they are all extremely experienced veterans, and the highest cultivation seems to be only three realms, but the experience and number of people have made up for the gap in strength.

There is still some distance from Tianfu Street, and there is the sound of rain to cover it, it is impossible for Gangwa to find him fighting, the narrow alley is even more unfavorable, and there are archers ambushing in the dark, the only way out is to leave here as much as possible.

As soon as he thought of this, Muyang's long knife came out of its sheath, his body was slightly prostrate, and he was close to the eaves, bringing up a rapidly flowing black wind and rushing forward.

At the entrance of the alley in front of him, the four or five people in front of him immediately felt his amazing speed and the reflection of the long knife in his hand, and these people didn't seem to expect that the target they were going to assassinate had such strength, and their eyes were a little afraid for a moment, but in the next moment, they still greeted him and made room for the people behind him.

Most of the more than ten bamboo spears with sharpened tips did not directly stab at Muyang's body, but stabbed around Muyang's body in a chaotic manner.

These criss-crossing bamboo spears were like the simplest talisman arrays between heaven and earth, instantly blocking Muyang in a very small space.

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