Just as Wang Yan was quick and sneaking to no avail, on the way back to the cave, he suddenly heard some sparse human voices from a certain direction, hoarse and indistinct, but the accents could still be figured out, namely:

"Leading the Heavens...... Spirit-sama...... Peerless ......"

In a hurry, Wang Yan stopped his steps, carefully entered the bushes, and found that the sound came from the bottom of the cliff, and when he looked down, he only saw a black-armored person.

I saw that this person's whole body was covered with armor, this armor was barbbed, and the dark texture of the chest and shoulders was too trimmed, and the appearance of his armor was strange, but it had the tendency of a tiger into the clouds.

Good nails! Wang Yan was born in the military in his previous life, fought on the battlefield for several years, and naturally knew how to do armor. Okay, this thing could be an assassin.

He didn't care that under his feet, a wooden bar was broken.

"Click!"

Even if there is any sound now, it may form a contrast in this silent ridge and appear abrupt.

"Who! Who is it! Come out! The black-armored assassin looked up and exclaimed.

It seems that it can't be done if it doesn't come out, so it has to ......

Wang Yan was engrossed in his attention and jumped down directly from a cliff of a few meters.

Except for a slight numbness in his legs, there were no accidents.

The assassin covered his face with a black cloth, and could only see a pair of eyes, and when he saw Wang Yan's face clearly, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

The knife pointed at Wang Yan, and said solemnly: "Where is Yan Hua?" Where did you hide them? If you are honest, you can consider leaving a whole corpse ......"

"What are you talking about, a spiritual weapon?" Wang Yan didn't seem to hear his words, and asked himself.

The Assassin twisted his neck, his eyes suddenly deep and sharp, and he didn't speak again.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Wang Yan asked in confusion.

The masked assassin squinted at Wang Yan and slowly approached him, his voice hoarse and slightly magnetic.

"Oh? Want to know...... That's ...... Die! ”

"Whew!"

A touch of silver stirred the airflow, coming horizontally, Wang Yan's pupils dilated, and he lowered his head in a hurry, only to hear Zhu Er rubbing, and his cheeks had left blood marks clearly visible.

"What a terrifying knife!" Wang Yan was shocked.

If I slower by half a beat, I'm afraid it's already the first time I've been different.

Unable to help but say, Wang Yan swung forward in a few breaths, the spear body roared due to the huge force and inertia, the dense grass on the ground shrank and swayed, and his body directly jumped up and pressed the assassin with a spear.

Xu is assassin was slow to react, he didn't think that Wang Yan would fight back directly, the black tattooed armor was pressed by the heavy spear, and he actually cracked his chest protection, and a thick squirt out.

Without waiting for Wang Yan to relax, dozens of assassins flickered and flickered, dazzling with sharp swords and swords, and collectively besieged Wang Yan.

Hearing the five-foot Qinghuang stab out and roar through, an assassin was already stabbed open before he could scream, and smashed backwards into the back of the forest tree silently, and another assassin was slammed in the face by the tip of the spear, directly shattering the skull, and the blood was scattered.

At this time, while Wang Yan was frantically slaughtering all the assassins, there were more and more scars on his body, but Wang Yan had already killed the red eye, how could he care about his injuries, and the more ferocious offensive was coming, and the assassins gradually couldn't resist it.

After a round of Shura baths, only four or five of the dozens of assassins remained, lying on the ground wailing. Wang Yan was also injured, but still stubbornly stood up.

Wang Yan looked at the swords scattered on the ground emitting bright light, and asked sharply, "Say!" What did you say before that the Spirit One provided a spiritual weapon? ”

When fighting with the assassins, the sharpness and toughness of the fast swords used by these assassins far exceeded the quality of the swords of Wang Yan's era in the previous life, and every sword in the hands of the assassins was a sword in the previous life, and each sword surpassed the Datang Mo sword. Coupled with the assassin talking to himself before, Wang Yan had to be cautious.

And these assassins were pale, and they didn't dare to reveal half a word.

Spirit ...... From the mouth of the thief, the word appeared again.

"Before you die, if anyone can tell me what a spirit is, I can consider sparing you." Wang Yan drank coldly, and looked at the few people who knelt on the ground.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! ”

In the midst of those hesitations, one of the Assassins could not stand the imminence of death, and said something he could know.

A first-order spirit? Semi-first-order spiritual weapon?

These swords are not of iron,

The world is more complicated than he imagined......

"I don't know how Your Excellency did it, our assassin armor was also filled with some spirit stones before refining, and the defense quality should also be half a first order, but your iron spear stabbed without hindrance, could it be that it is also a spirit weapon?" The assassin stared at the blood-dripping wilderness in horror, panicking.

Wang Yan looked at his old friend in confusion.

Qinghuang is still mediocre in quality, and there is no fluctuation at all.

So why are you born again here like me? Are you a mortal iron or a spiritual weapon?

"Okay, you don't have to die, but you have to kill those people before I let you go. You die or they die, decide for yourself. Wang Yan looked at the assassin with a sneer.

The man was stunned and weighed the pros and cons repeatedly, and when he regained his composure, he picked up the long knife and staggered.

"Zhang Er! You can't! ”

"You're crazy! Believe what this man says! ”

"The Boss won't let you go! If we die, you will die too! ”

"Help! Help me! Ahh ”

After returning to calm, the assassin bowed his head and walked out, he couldn't go back, he just wanted to run now, escape from the noon gate. Because if the boss doesn't see Wang Yan's head when they go back, they will think that their mission has failed, and then there will be something more terrifying than death......

Wang Yan clenched Qinghuang's hand and let go, without crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, killing this person.

Now he must return to the cave and leave the noon gate first.

The reason is that there are far beyond mortals in this detachment ambushed by the Tianhan Gang.

I only know that the spirit is higher than mortals and has extraordinary abilities, and since the spirit person is involved in this plan, I am afraid that he and Yan Hua are still extremely dangerous.

Damn it...... The unknown enemy may be hiding in any corner of this Wumen Ridge, but the moon is falling, and I hope that there will be an end before dawn, otherwise the matter will be more and more unfavorable.

Wang Yan stepped on his shadow, the branches and leaves of the old tree swayed, and he moved quickly to the southeast......

………

And at this moment......

The dark shadows gathered at the entrance of the cave, lying on a pool of blood, his eyes wide open and constantly vomiting blood, and his trembling hands kept urging him to stand up.

Strict! Why did you fall again!

Stand up! Stand up!

With Yan Cheng's crying, Yan Hua was pulled by his hair.

"Miss Yan, we'll meet again."

The green-armored masked man at the head looked at Yan Hua with a stick, and his voice was playful and mocking.

Hearing the voice, Yan Hua, who had closed his eyes tightly, suddenly widened his eyes at this time, and the originally amiable middle-aged man in his memory appeared in front of him, but unfortunately the ending was crazy but sad.

"Yan Yanzhi, what's the ...... It's you? How did you not die? ”