The night was gloomy, and a solemn emotion lingered in the hearts of the disciples of the Demon Sect, and Huang Junyu was unconscious after being stabbed, but he was still unlucky!

At that time, if it weren't for the golden light between the eyebrows of the desolate monarch to resist the fatal sword, he would have been pierced from top to bottom, and the killer's unsuccessful sword still severely injured the desolate monarch fisher, causing him to remain unconscious to this day. A few people in Ximen Xiaolou knew very little about medical skills, and they were helpless against this situation. However, judging from Huang Junyu's normal signs and steady breathing, there should be no major problem, but why did he stay unconscious for a long time? This is the most worrying question for everyone.

"Who is the killer? Such an unfathomable cultivation is still well versed in the way of the killer, if it weren't for that golden light Jun Yu, I'm afraid he would have already died. Ye Zui, who paced back and forth for several rounds, finally sat on the ground and sighed.

"Simon and Ye Zui teamed up and couldn't keep him, and even the two of them were injured, this kind of person will definitely not be an unknown person. Dong Mo'er tried to think about the sword, but she still didn't have a clue.

In Lingxi, he kept holding the desolate monarch and letting him lie comfortably on his lap, and the worry on his face still couldn't be dissipated. Ximen Xiaolou, who had been silent for a long time, spoke: "According to legend, there is a killer named Kill Wuxian in Mangcang, he is the king of the night and the night killer of Mangcang, as long as you can afford to pay a price that satisfies him, there is no one he can't kill." ”

"So powerful, have you never missed?" Ye Zui didn't expect that there would be such a powerful person, and the boss with his mouth open was about to put an egg in.

"Yes! He missed!" Dong Mo'er was told by Ximen Xiaolou that all the information about killing Wu Xian instantly appeared in his mind, and he said in Ye Zui's curious and inquiring eyes: "Twelve years ago, I don't know who hired him to kill Huang Jun Yu's father, Lord Huang Zhan. Back then, Lord Huangzhan was already invincible in the world, and he had never met an opponent, but he didn't believe in evil and took over this business, and finally the sword was destroyed and escaped!"

Although he missed the assassination of the wilderness, he also achieved his reputation as the king of killers. To be able to assassinate the desert and escape after the failure, who could have done it at that time? But now that the son of the wilderness, Huangjunyu, once again let the killing of the unforgivable return, I don't know whether to say that the desolate surname is the end of the fate of killing the unforgivable, or something else.

However, what Ximen Xiaolou couldn't understand was why he killed Wu Wu and picked that time. Although the black tornado had successfully tricked itself away from the Wild Monarch Fisher, it still wasn't a good time in Ximen Xiaolou's opinion. What interrupted Ximen Xiaolou's thoughts was a dry cough, and Huang Junyu slowly opened his eyes, his chapped lips were as barren and mottled as if they had dried up to the cracked yellow earth.

"Junyu!" Everyone instantly surrounded him, his face was relieved and much more relaxed, it was good that Junyu woke up!

Ling Xi was delicate, and hurriedly put the kettle to Huangjunyu's mouth, and after Huangjunyu drank a few sips of water to quench his thirst, he showed a warm smile and waved his hand to signal everyone not to worry.

"You're all like this! We're all worried about death!" Ling Xijiao snorted, and although she complained, her face was still happy.

"How can you not laugh if you don't die?" said Huang Junyu gently, the previous sword made him too unforgettable. That sword was about to pierce him, I don't know whether to say that the killer was unlucky, a sword stabbed on the desolate monument and returned to nothing, but despite this, the sword aura of silence was about to wring the soul of Desolate Junyu, which is also the reason why Desolate Junyu was unconscious.

After everyone analyzed that the killer was unforgiving, Huang Junyu said without thinking: "Presumably it should be Boss Wu who bought the murderer, but what I don't understand is why Kill Wuwu has been dormant for so long to pick the killer at this time?"

In the eyes of Huang Junyu and Ximen Xiaolou, there are many, many better opportunities to kill Wu Yu, but he chose the twilight and night time, could it be that he likes to go off the rails with his sword? After thinking about it, no one will bother anymore, after all, Huang Junyu is safe and sound is the key.

The night is falling, and there is no wind or waves in the East China Sea, like a mirror of the boss imprinted with the bright moon in the sky.

Now that Nanfeng Jin led 10,000 soldiers to fight against Fusang, the people who were already frightened fled from this land of right and wrong in a panic, and almost migrated to the north with their families, resulting in almost all the villages near the East China Sea being empty, except for one village, Xinghua Village!

The villagers of Xinghua Village not only did not flee because of the war, but all took up sticks to resist the Fusang army. As everyone knows, Nanfeng Jin is taking advantage of the night at this moment, hiding the full moon, and quietly leading hundreds of people and Jebe to lurk in the mountains on the east side of Xinghua Village.

"Young Master Jin, will the Fusang barbarians really come?" Jebel was dressed in black and completely blended himself with the night, and the three hundred people behind him were all dressed like this, presumably they had a plan!

"Don't worry, we have suffered dozens of defeats, and we have lost so wonderfully, Dongxu has long been confident that it has swelled to the extreme Although the bright moon hangs high tonight, it is indeed the best time for Dongxu to raise troops to slaughter Xinghua Village, as long as Xinghua Village is destroyed, he will definitely attack Tiger Rock!" Nanfeng Jin's words seemed to reveal a lot of information, and then Nanfeng Jin spit out the grassroots in his mouth and instructed Jebe: "Lao Tzu has been waiting for ten days! If you don't come again, Lao Tzu will be about to rust! Jebe, go and prepare! Whether we can defeat Fusang in one fell swoop tonight depends on you!"

"Don't worry, Young Master Jin! You have paid so much and carried such a huge pressure, the ten parties must not fail in their mission!" Zhebei looked at Nan Fengjin with a strange look, he had just arrived in the East China Sea and Nanfeng Jin ordered an attack, resulting in the outnumbered and retreating, although Zhebei was extremely angry in his heart at Nan Fengjin's reckless decision to disregard the safety of the soldiers, but thinking of Huang Junyu's confidence and expectations for Nan Fengjin, Zhebei couldn't hold back the words that came to his mouth. But then Jebe realized that he was wrong to blame Nanfeng Jin, although Nanfeng Jin lost the battle, but the army losses were not as big as he saw, I don't know how Nanfeng Jin did it, and Jebe Shifang didn't ask much, and he silently protected Nanfeng Jin until Ye Zui appeared. Zhebei had never seen Ye Zui, but he knew that Ye Zui was a good friend of Huangjunyu, until Ye Zui came back from the Fusang camp with a bloody face, dropped two ears and told him that it was Dongxu's ears and walked away, Nanfeng Jin, who was overjoyed, quickly advanced his plan! And after Nanfeng Jin found that the villagers of Xinghua Village had not evacuated, he found that his chance had come! Xinghua Village is the road to Tiger Rock after all! If Dongxu raised his troops to level Xinghua Village, then Jebel, who was ambushed in the distance, would have a chance, and this opportunity also became infinite after Dongxu lost his ears!

Sure enough, not long after Zhebei left, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves at the entrance of Xinghua Village, and the smoke and dust were everywhere! Nan Fengjin heard a rather immature voice coming from a long distance: "Burn it all, kill it all, rob it all!"