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Xiang Ye examined the five corpses one by one, frowned before standing up and saying to Xiang Qing: "The assassin has been killed, you go back and rest." There are some soldiers left here to be in charge of guarding, and there are definitely more than a few dead soldiers from the Northland, so those in charge of guarding must be more careful. ”

Xiang Qing responded with a clenched fist, arranged for several officers to be responsible for leading the guard, and then turned around and prepared to return to her own dormitory.

"Wait!" As soon as Xiang Qing turned around, Xiang Ye stopped her again, trotted to her, put his mouth to her ear and whispered: "I'll go back with you, Di Yu is here in 'Meng' Su today, and I can't do anything at night." I'm suffocating and distended, and I need to be released urgently, so you'll be a little more fortunate tonight. ”

Listening to Xiang Ye's words, Xiang Qing's face suddenly turned ashamed like a red cloth, she glanced at Xiang Ye fiercely, turned her head and trotted towards her bedroom.

Xiang Ye looked at Xiang Qing's departing back, raised his head and laughed a few times, and raised his feet to follow her.

At the same time that the assassins infiltrated the palace, outside the Yulin military camp in the west of the city, thirty or forty people dressed in black and holding scimitars were hiding in the alley, and the five masters were poking their heads out from behind the wall and looking at the military camp fifty paces away without blinking.

"Damn, these guys from Yulin Army are really 'fine'!" The five masters looked at a wooden sign with the word "forbidden" written on it not far away and whispered to the warrior behind him: "They actually knocked down all the houses within fifty steps around the barracks, leaving only an open field, with a few of us rushing up to definitely die, if we just leave, we will definitely be blamed by the big boss when we go back, what do you say we should do!" ”

Behind him was a middle-aged man of the same age as him, tall and tall, a head taller than him. After the fifth master finished speaking, the middle-aged man wrinkled his brows and thought for a while, and then said: "It's really ridiculous that we didn't find out in advance that there was a wasteland outside the Yulin Army barracks. Now there is no other way but to withdraw first and then do something! ”

was ridiculed by a middle-aged man, and the expression of the five masters was like eating a fly. The spies sent out in advance had already told him that the outside of the Yulin Army's barracks was a wasteland, and it was not easy to enter, but he was too confident, thinking that as long as there were even one or two bunkers, they would have a way to lurk in, but after arriving here, he found that the Yulin Army had cleared all the buildings and vegetation that could hide people outside the barracks, and as long as he wanted to get close, he would be immediately discovered by the soldiers on duty.

"Withdraw!" Although he felt awkward after being said, the fifth master was not an unreasonable person, he waved behind him, and led the group of heavily armed but useless warriors to retreat deeper into the alley.

The group had barely run a dozen steps when more than a dozen civilians suddenly appeared at the other end of the alley pushing carts full of sand.

When the civilians saw that the five masters and others were holding scimitars and were rushing towards them viciously, they all screamed and pushed the car into the alley, turned around and ran.

These more than a dozen cars were pushed into the alley, and it happened to be the way of the five masters and others.

It happened suddenly, and the fifth master didn't have time to think about it, jumped into the car closest to him, beckoned behind him, and shouted in a low voice: "Hurry!" ”

He didn't expect that the word "fast" would be the last word he said in his life. Just as he waved his hand and was about to turn around and jump off the car and run towards the alley, his chest suddenly hurt. He looked down at his chest in amazement, only to see a feather arrow piercing his clothes and digging deep into his chest.

After the five masters fell, several samurai who had jumped into the car with him were stunned, and before they could come to their senses, a large group of soldiers of the Yulin Army armed with bows suddenly appeared at the exit of the alley.

The samurai who jumped on the cart and the samurai who had not had time to jump on the car but were half a beat slower to react were 'shot' by the arrows and fell to the ground.

After the rain of arrows, there were less than ten samurai left in the alley, and two of them were wounded.

The middle-aged samurai who had previously ridiculed the five masters waved the scimitar in his hand and shouted to the samurai behind him: "Brothers, we have already been discovered, and we are all dead, fight with them!" ”

After he finished shouting, he was about to rush towards the Yulin army at the exit of the alley, but strangely enough, those Yulin soldiers did not pursue after 'shooting' a batch of arrows, but put away their bows and retreated.

The Yulin Army retreated inexplicably, confusing the Northland dead soldiers in the alley, not knowing what 'tricks' they were playing.

Just as these warriors were vigilantly watching the exits at both ends of the alley with scimitars in hand, a young man wearing the general's armor with a long sword in his hand appeared from the position where the soldiers of the Yulin Army 'shot' the arrows just now.

"On behalf of our Majesty the King of the Nine Plains, I salute all the warriors!" The young general walked into the alley unhurriedly with a long sword in his hand, and said to the remaining Beidi dead soldiers: "My name is Jing Ao, and I am the commander of the Yulin Army of the Nine Plains Kingdom. At the behest of the King, I am waiting for you here. ”

"What the hell do you want to do?" The middle-aged warrior who had temporarily become the leader tightened his grip on the scimitar in his hand and asked Jing Ao vigilantly.

"I have a lot of respect for you." Jing Ao looked down at the long sword in his hand and said to the middle-aged warrior: "If it weren't for the fact that the Great King once told me, 'If you are not of my race, their hearts will be different', I would definitely want you to join my Feather Forest Army, and I need a daredevil like you." It's a pity that you are not from our Central Plains, so I can only kill you all. ”

Speaking of this, he sighed and continued: "But I will use the method of a swordsman to kill you, and challenge a few of you with my own strength!" ”

When he said this, the samurai standing in the alley all had expressions of righteous indignation on their faces. Ever since they had become the Northlanders, no one had dared to insult them like this.

They are all swordsmen, and they are all conceited swordsmen with good kung fu.

Jing Ao bluntly said in front of this group of swordsmen that he would deal with nearly ten of them with the strength of one person, in the eyes of these dead soldiers in the Northland, it was a great insult, and even the oldest middle-aged warrior couldn't help but tremble with Jing Ao's anger.

"Don't be afraid!" Jing Ao smiled at the group of Northland dead soldiers and said, "I think my sword is quite fast, and it shouldn't hurt you when you die." Okay, I'm busy with military affairs, in order to save time, let's go together! ”

Although the dead soldiers of the Northland were angry in their hearts, Jing Ao's self-confidence also made them feel bottomless, they glanced at each other, nodded one after another, and raised their scimitars and rushed towards Jing Ao.

The tip of the long sword in Jing Ao's hand pointed diagonally at the ground, and he still didn't raise his head when the Northland Dead began to rush towards him.

It wasn't until the middle-aged dead man who rushed to the front picked up his scimitar and slashed it at the top of Jing Ao's head that Jing Ao raised his head violently, and the long sword in his hand swung upward.

As the sword slashed, the middle-aged samurai's body froze as if it had been immobilized. He held the scimitar in his hand high and looked at his chest with wide eyes.

His 'chest' was slashed open by Jing Ao's sword, and blood gushed outward from the cracked wound, and if you look closely, you can faintly see the internal organs in the 'chest' cavity.

After the middle-aged warrior fell, the dead soldiers of the North Land behind did not dare to be careless, and rushed forward to surround Jing Ao, but no one dared to take the initiative to attack.

Jing Ao stood in the middle of a group of dead soldiers from the Northland, and after waiting for a while, he didn't see anyone rushing towards him, he couldn't help frowning and said to the dead soldiers around him with some dissatisfaction: "You have disappointed me! Do you know what a dead man is? It is a person who is not afraid of death in the face of the enemy! But what are you like? Timid, looking unproductive, if you don't dare to do it, I'll change someone else to 'fight' with you! ”

There was a strong contempt in this sentence, and no matter how afraid of death were in the Northland, they couldn't bear it. They roared in unison, raising their scimitars and charging towards Jing Ao.

Jing Ao secretly shouted hello, flipped the long sword in his hand, and stabbed it towards the 'chest' of a dead soldier who rushed to the front without any 'fancy'.

Although this sword is simple to stab, but the speed is extremely fast, and the dead man has not had time to withdraw his sword to return to visit, and the long sword has already entered the 'chest'.

Killing the first dead soldier, Jing Ao retreated, and hit the dead soldier behind him with his back.

When the dead man saw Jing Ao's back facing him, he secretly shouted in his heart, but the scimitar in his hand did not stop at all, and stabbed Jing Ao's back violently.

Before his scimitar arrived, the long sword in Jing Ao's hand flipped backwards and stabbed into his chest.

Killing this dead man, Jing Ao didn't even look back from beginning to end, and his move startled the dead man who rushed over.

Those people were stunned for a moment, and they didn't dare to rush forward immediately, but glanced at each other before roaring towards Jing Ao.

This time, they didn't fight on their own, and several scimitars were divided into three ways: upper, middle and lower, and slashed towards Jing Ao.

Seeing that these dead soldiers had changed their tactics, Jing Ao was not only not surprised, but pulled the corners of his mouth upward, and 'revealed' a pleased smile.

When the dead soldiers were about to rush to him, his right foot kicked back, and the long sword in his hand turned over a sword 'flower', and rushed straight towards these dead soldiers.

The dead soldiers obviously didn't expect that under such a tight offensive net, Jing Ao would still have the courage to fight back, and they couldn't help but be stunned.

They were stunned, but they gave Jing Ao a chance. Before they could recover their senses, Jing Ao had already passed through them.

When Jing Ao passed past these dead soldiers in the Northland, the alley fell silent, and he and the dead soldiers all stood upright in the alley with their weapons in hand.

After a long while, Jing Ao reached out and 'touched' his chest, and his leather armor was cut through a long gap, and a stream of blood oozed out of the crack. ~