In the snow and wind.

Fifty 'Night Stop' soldiers spread out separately in a loose formation.

It seems to be disorderly, but in fact, he listens intently to the movements around him, and will never let go of any suspicious sound.

They all have black robes, black armor, and black hoods; On their left hands, they each have a shining Hidden Blade...... Yang Tingfeng knew that only soldiers who had been on the battlefield for a long time and killed countless enemies could burst out with this kind of powerful murderous aura.

At this time, no one paid attention, and a petite black shadow hurriedly walked through the alley, almost avoiding everyone's sight, quietly crossed the corner tower of the mansion, and slowly merged into the crowd of 'night does not close', like a small splash, into the 'sea'!

No waves.

The back wandered in the darkness, without any tiredness, and when the ripples of the 'sea' gradually subsided, I was finally able to get a clear glimpse of the wonderful body—the lines were beautiful, like the streamlines on the white jade.

However, her figure did not avoid the eyes of one person - Deputy Marshal Hu Yanhui, the former leader, an old man who does not accept it

He glanced in the direction of the correspondent, and a fatherly smile flashed in his serious eyes, and he kept nodding slightly--he really deserved to be one of the ten shadows of 'Night Doesn't Collect', his most effective leader.

All the 'Night Doesn't Collect' soldiers stared at Yang Tingfeng coldly, their eyes were cold, and their hidden blades were like water, as if they didn't welcome this recruit very much.

"Thunder Wind, you remember, since I 'don't collect at night', then in the future, no matter life or death, it will be a cloud of smoke. Alternate light and dark, send you like a guest. Hu Yanhui's eyes suddenly condensed, and a sentence came out of his lips.

As soon as he spoke, in the dark night, the soldiers who did not collect at night also simply spoke together, and said: "No matter life or death, they are all clouds and smoke, alternating light and dark, and sending you like a guest." ”

Almost at the same time, Hu Yanhui and everyone recited the last two sentences aloud, "The long night is not closed, and the purple plug will never be forgotten!" ”

Yang Tingfeng nodded, he finally understood a little now.

Another meaning of not collecting at night.

They are both dancers walking on the tip of a knife.

He is also a messenger who sneaks in the night.

"Hey, old man Huyan, we don't accept this kind of goods!" On the corner tower on the east side, I don't know when a dark shadow has appeared, I can't see the face clearly, and I can't hear the opening, but it is a very feminine voice, and there is a feeling of the big sister next door in the speech, which is clearly heard in the wind and snow.

As soon as the words fell, at that moment, Yang Tingfeng felt an extremely fierce murderous aura and shot towards him.

He turned sideways slightly, and did not look at the momentum, stretched out his hand out of thin air, grabbed it in vain, only heard the sound of "snort", he only felt a pain in his palm, but his hand was empty, only a wisp of blood flowed from the cut palm.

At this moment, with a "poof", a black crossbow arrow was nailed into the wall of the treasury, and the shape of a crescent moon was carved on it, which was extremely exquisite.

Blood was sprinkled on the snow, and a white patch was splashed with a terrible red.

There is blood in the palm, and the blood is snow red.

The secret stunt of the god machine gate.

The one who claims to be able to receive all the hidden arrows in the world - chasing the wind and shadows, failed to intercept this arrow?

"That's amazing!" Yang Tingfeng was shocked and moved, his eyes were solemn, "It's really worthy of 'not collecting at night', sure enough, the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger, the master is like a cloud." ”

His body shook slightly, and when he looked back, his eyes were just swept away, and suddenly, he was taken aback - the person who shot at him was a woman, only twenty steps away from him, wearing a Fan Yang hat, covering most of his face, and his body was long, like a tall willow standing by the lake

The most exaggerated thing is that in such a cold weather, she only wore a black shoulder gauze dress, showing two white arms.

On the snow-white arm, there are embroidered tattoos all over the flowers: the landscape is the scenery, a pine tree, and the blue bird is introduced; In the pine forest, the plum is the scene, the peony is supplemented, the pattern is exquisite, and a high needle technique is required at a glance. ”

Yang Tingfeng unconsciously glanced at it more, and noticed a sword behind the woman:

The sword is over six feet and four inches, which makes people have a kind of coldness and arrogance of Qingfeng smashing seven feet of ice, which makes people shudder, and it is cold and cold, good sword!

The knife is five feet three inches long, giving people a feeling like a ferocious eagle in the sky, it is a soaring nine heavens away, once it pounces down, it will be able to sweep and hit, and it will kill with one blow, and it will never fall short.

On the woman's waist, there is also a sheepskin wine bag, which is very simple.

Next to the wine bag, there is a wolf leather holster, which contains a pair of light crossbows and twenty-three pitch-black arrows.

The snowflakes in front of the hat are seven or eight o'clock, and the killing clouds are like wildfires.

Somehow, Yang Tingfeng suddenly felt that there was a feeling of coexistence between the green silk knight and the iron horse autumn breeze on this woman.

"Tingfeng, her name is Cao Wuming, and she will be your captain from now on!" Deputy Marshal Huyan, who was standing behind him, suddenly reminded in a low voice.

It didn't seem to listen to the reminder of Hu Yan behind him, Yang Tingfeng had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he hurriedly hugged his fist at Cao Wuming: "Under Yang Tingfeng, welcome Cao Wuchang!" ”

Cao Wuming sneered, snorted and said, "Stinky boy, this skill is not good, but his mouth is good." I heard that you have been in the Tanma camp for eight years, and you have learned such things? ”

Yang Tingfeng was stunned when he heard this, and for a while, he didn't know what to say.

"That's it, nameless. Let him follow us first, and then take care of it when he finds the right person. On the corner tower, the petite black shadow suddenly spoke, and the voice was very cold, as if it was shrouded in a layer of cold fog.

She had been standing there observing, blending in well with her surroundings and unable to distinguish between them.

At this moment, he spoke for the first time, and everyone discovered its existence.

Cao Wuming glanced at the black shadow, nodded helplessly, and suddenly raised a left hand and hooked his fingers slightly.

With her gesture, at that moment, "Huh! Suddenly, there was a whistling sound on the corner tower, as if someone was breaking through the air!

As soon as Yang Tingfeng looked up, he found that there were eight black shadows, flying continuously on the corner tower like a pill, and the whistling sound was like dense rain.

Their movements were free, swift, and neat, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Tingfeng was surrounded by eight vigorous and powerful figures.

And the petite black shadow also jumped down, like a storm and lightning, and it came first, swept straight in front of everyone, and joined Cao Wuming and the others.

She wore a navy blue hood, slightly different from the others, and wore a black robe with a kiss embroidered on the neckline and placket on her chest. (The Owl Tail, also known as the Owl Tail, is a fish-shaped dragon.) ）

The woman's figure is very small and lovely, and I feel sorry for her.

At this moment, the woman revealed the white little wrist on the cuff, and gently lowered the big hood, revealing a clear water hibiscus and a bright pink face.

Yang Tingfeng raised his eyebrows, and a cold light flashed in his eyes - such an incredibly beautiful woman, on her left cheek, there was a long, long scar that stretched all the way to the top of her left eye; On a closer look, the girl's left eye socket was sewn together with dense black needles and threads, which were dense and made people's scalp tingle

The woman followed his gaze, and probably knew that Yang Tingfeng was observing her left eye, she lowered her head, turned her face slightly, and a slight cold air appeared between her teeth: "See..... Laughing, rejoicing...... Welcome-you. ”

When she spoke, Yang Tingfeng smelled a smell.

Of course, it's a good smell.

Incense, with a little cold incense.

Cold incense.

The wind is howling, but the snow has begun to stop......