The Grandmaster said viciously, raised his hand and threw a firework bomb into the sky, and several circles of orange fireworks instantly bloomed in the night sky, illuminating the floating clouds nearby.

The light was shining, and it didn't take long for a group of black-clothed warriors to enter outside the city.

Figures shook at the gates of the city everywhere, holding the road out of the city.

The grandmaster snorted coldly, "No matter how weird that guy's methods are, he is only alone, let's pick up the hundreds of masters on the Star Tower, and we can't catch an innate martial artist?" ”

"You guys work hard tonight to complete this mission than to assassinate a Grandmaster! I eat meat, and everyone has soup to drink! ”

The killers' eyes lit up, and they gradually got rid of Fang Cai's fear of difficulties, their morale was uplifted, and their eyes were like hungry wolves, searching for Song Yun's traces everywhere.

At this time, Song Yun had already hidden in the transformed cellar, took out the corpses of six killers from the [Void Storage Box], and silently began to touch the corpses.

Short blades, poisons, smoke, hidden weapons, hooks, fireworks...... With such a bunch of things searched, the identity of these people's killers can be directly confirmed.

The deceased did not have any written materials on him, only a few drawings full of ciphers, which were put away first.

Looking at the [Anxi Real-time Map] again, after a while, more than a hundred warriors came into the city.

Among them, there are as many as four innate masters, and the top combat power is about to catch up with the Qin army that entered the city before.

"The scale of this killer organization is quite large, I don't know if it's the Star Picking Tower or the Shadow Valley, so many masters have been dispatched at once...... But it's all experience points sent to the door, so I laughed at it. ”

Song Yun chuckled, put away the corpse, and bent down to drill the tunnel to another secret door.

The cellar has been renovated to make the entrances and exits narrower and more hidden, and two tunnels have been opened to different streets.

It's not a big project, after all, Song Yun and Gao Hanqing have limited energy, but they are more than enough to deal with these more than 100 killers.

Killers, the combat power may not be strong, mainly by stealth sneak attacks to win.

As soon as Song Yun's [real-time map] was opened, the locations of all the killers in the city were vivid, and he could even know which way his face was facing, and he made good use of the cellar and tunnel, but he became elusive.

These people lost their greatest advantage and invisibly went from hunters to prey.

After the grandmaster walked a little farther away, Song Yun turned out of the cellar, a black armor melted into the shadows of the night, and his footsteps did not stop, and he went straight to the nearest team of killers.

The "professionalism" of these killers is quite high, even if they are searching for targets, they always pay attention to their hidden figures.

If you don't pay attention, you will even think that there is no one on the street, and there is no movement except the wind.

Song Yun hid behind a half-collapsed house wall, using "Dead Wood Hidden Spring" to hide his good breath, and when the innate master led by the other party passed by, he held the bronze sword and stabbed it against the wall.

Stepping on the ground and borrowing strength, imitating the momentum of the thick soil and green ox, the sword is like a top horn, and the house wall is penetrated in an instant, and a little cyan cold light appears on the opposite side of the wall.

The cold edge swept through the night wind, piercing the black clothes, penetrating the inner armor, and penetrating deep into the chest and abdomen.

The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and it seemed that he could still feel the thumping heart in the killer's chest.

Boom - the bronze sword snapped back, leaving behind a terrifying wound, blood splattering out like a fountain and sprinkling countless red spots on the walls.

The innate martial artist practices the viscera, but the viscera is not beaten by iron after all, and after taking such a deep sword, the internal injuries are extremely serious, and the combat power is lost.

Song Yun bypassed the wall of the house and gently slashed the throat of this innate master, and the sword momentum did not stop, slashing straight towards the third- and fourth-order killers not far away.

The concealment of these killers was useless, and Song Yun, who couldn't outrun the Heavenly Ghost Latent Technique, barely resisted, and watched as the cyan edge attacked, breaking through the dazzling blood wave and slashing down in the air......

One sword, one red, one move, one life.

By the time the nearby killers arrived, there were still only a few pools of blood left on the street, like bright red dahlias blooming at the same time, and the terrifying smell of blood filled the night wind.

The Grandmaster of the Star Picking Tower looked at this strange battlefield, scolded secretly, he still didn't believe in evil, and issued one order after another, urging the killers to pull the net to search for it.

But there are only more than 100 people, and it is like a fool's dream to find the target whose whereabouts are wandering in the ruins at night.

There were also a few Dao masters who tried to go out of their bodies and tour the city at night, but they were quickly noticed by Song Yun.

With a "Strike in the Air", he swung his sword and shouted to kill, releasing a bloody aura that soared into the sky, and all the souls floating in the night sky were injured.

A martial artist who has been on a brutal battlefield and has been tempered by blood and fire will always be the nemesis of Taoism.

Soon screams echoed throughout the city, and the killers fell one by one before vanishing, leaving the invisible fear for their living comrades.

"Who is the killer, us, or that Song Yun?" There were already killers who couldn't hold on, and the gaze between the black cloth masks was full of fear.

Although they are also veterans of many battles, they have never encountered such a strange and passive situation.

Why those corpses disappeared out of thin air, no one can give an answer so far, not even the grandmaster who led the team.

The night wind blew violently above the desert, making a ghostly cry wolf.

The smell of blood wafting in the wind attracted a few vultures, which circled in the darkness and shouted, their voices hoarse and harsh.

The moonlight was pale, but it could not illuminate the shadows in the corners of the streets and alleys.

No one knows which shadow Song Yun is hiding, when he will make a move, and who he will point the finger at.

Fear spreads through the night, giving rise to many bizarre conjectures.

"Killing people can also turn corpses into vanishes, this—this doesn't look like a human thing!"

"I just think, 100,000 Jing troops are attacking the city, how can Anxi still have living people?"

"The Jing army, which has won a hundred battles, was defeated inexplicably, anyway, I don't believe that three thousand Tang veterans can defeat one hundred thousand elite Jing soldiers, there is definitely a problem here."

"Who has really seen this Song Yun? Those so-called spies of various countries? How can we believe what they say, God knows what we're dealing with......"

For a while, there was a lot of discussion, and the voice came into the ears of the Grandmaster of the Star Picking Tower, and the corners of his eyes twitched when he heard it.

In the end, the Grandmaster couldn't help it, and shouted directly:

"That's enough, look at your virtue!"

"If you can't beat it, you suspect that people are not human?"

"There are no ghosts in this world at all, and there are people who are playing ghosts!"

"If this Song Yun really had such magical powers, he would have killed me a long time ago. Every time he strikes, he takes advantage of my absence, which shows that he is afraid, and only dares to deal with you weak first. ”

"Lift the spirit to Lao Tzu, this time the teacher will move the people, if you can't kill a congenital martial artist, you will look good when you go back!"

The killers replied weakly, but they did not dare to disperse any longer, and gathered together cautiously, staring nervously at the darkness in the distance.

Seeing this, the Grandmaster of the Star Picking Building frowned, "No, I have to lead the target out, I have a chance to start." ”