The Qilian Mountains are full of vegetation, straight and tall. The mountain road is difficult to walk and overgrown with bushes. Ye Mo and his party lit a bonfire, but it became an excellent target for the assassins, and the thick nanmu also became an excellent ambush for the assassins.

The sharp arrows roared, and the sound of "silk" breaking through the air struck everyone. Ye Mo's pupils constricted, she rolled around, and dodged a sharp arrow that attacked her in a bit of embarrassment.

"Damn." Ye Mo took a sip of his head, his head turned to the left, and narrowly dodged another sharp arrow.

As if aware of Ye Mo's predicament, Wen Yun flashed to Ye Mo's side and shot down a few arrows.

"Miss Ye is okay, right?" Wen Yun turned around and said.

"It's fine." He looked down at his soil-stained white Confucian skirt and frowned. "Be careful, the opponent is not an idle person."

The Assassins had gathered after a rain of arrows, more than a dozen of them dressed in pure black cloaks, silver demon masks on their faces, and their eyes glowing with a chilling light. Everyone has a heavy aura on their bodies, and Ye Mo knows that it is a murderous aura that people who have been walking in death for a long time will be contaminated.

Yi Lingxiao was extremely relaxed, his expression remained unchanged, and there was a hint of banter and unparalleled confidence in his eyes.

There was no communication, only silence on both sides, and the Assassins had attacked. A broad-edged knife of about three feet is more suitable for killing than a sword. More than ten people waved broad-bladed knives in their hands, and the white sword shadows seemed to make people ignore the black clothes. More like art than killing, an art of death.

At the moment when the assassin approached Yi Lingxiao, Zimo moved. There is no extreme speed, no sharp killing machine. Walking leisurely, he met the assassin's knife shadow, which reminded Ye Mo of the actor who walked the tightrope before. In the shadow of the knife that seemed to be extremely dangerous, he walked over step by step.

The assassin who was close to Zimo gave up the long knife in his hand and pulled out the ribs around his waist. Zimo threw a punch. Unexpectedly, the rib cha did not stab Zimo, but the assassin was rushed out by the punch!

The surrounding Assassins ignored their injured companions and targeted Yi Lingxiao. The banter at the corners of King Ling's mouth was even heavier, and he even narrowed his dark brown eyes.

The assassin's knife was already approaching, but it was only close. The Assassin's time was frozen in that thought, and then, forever. Ye Mo could see clearly, Ziqing flipped his wrist when the assassin approached, and what he twisted was a few flying knives.

"There should be a spare mouth." With a cold and hoarse voice, Yi Ling Xiao frowned.

"They are all dead soldiers, and it must be difficult to get anything out of their mouths." Ye Mo straightened her long, pale blonde hair that was a little scattered, "The dead can sometimes tell us no less than the living. ”

Yi Lingxiao glanced at Ye Mo in some surprise: As a superior, Yi Lingxiao has encountered dozens of assassinations, from his busy childhood to his current indifference. Yi Ling Xiao could naturally tell that this was a group of dead soldiers who had undergone countless trainings, but most of them relied on a feeling.

"Hmph, woman, why do you say that they are dead soldiers and not ordinary assassins?"

Ye Mo frowned, is this man despising her IQ

"The Assassins were clearly prepared, and this was an excellent ambush site. The sword skills are similar, and the strength is not outstanding, but when combined it is a disgusting force, indicating that it is an organized killer and not a lone ranger assassin. To do so that now I have never missed a hand, either I have absolute strength, or I have absolute self-confidence. Their leaders believe their mouths are hard enough. ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Yi Lingxiao's eyes: this woman knew the killer's habits very well, but her judgment was by no means as simple as she said. She seems to be still hiding something.

"You're not stupid." A smile appeared on the corner of Yi Lingxiao's mouth.

The corners of Ye Mo's mouth twitched, this man is still so annoying.

As Yi Lingxiao guessed, Ye Mo did not say the most important basis.

There are hierarchies of killers, and the worst are the rabble, these people are just trying to survive.

Next are the elite killers, many martial arts masters, who do whatever they want.

Finally, there are dead soldiers, and Ye Mo only has two words to describe these people - silence.

They have different looks, different habits, and even different genders. But they gathered together, looked at one place, and listened to a voice, but there was no sound.

They are hungry, thirsty, and tired, but their world has only one belief and goal: to accomplish it, or to die.

The corners of Ye Mo's mouth hooked up a bewitching smile, and she captivated the country and the city.

"Things are getting troublesome." Ye Mo said in his heart.

She could see clearly, the inside of the black sleeve of the silver-faced dead man, the red edge that flashed by. Shengyan Sect. The original target of that round of arrow rain was not Yi Lingxiao, but himself. Quickly change your strategy, and then besiege Yi Lingxiao, I'm afraid that I will be sent to death, and I know that I can't escape, so I will confuse Yi Lingxiao's sight, but don't take others for fools.

Yi Lingxiao was staring at Ye Mo's face.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a confident smile, and his eyes hid emotions. Stunning appearance, although not the most outstanding I have ever seen, but I like it.

"This woman is different." Yi Lingxiao turned his head, "Woman, this king is very surprised, you are not stupid. ”

"It's the prince, you are rare and strange." Ye Mo grinded her teeth, this manly person is still so strong.

"This king is not like a lonely little woman." Yi Lingxiao pursed his lips with some disdain, but his eyes were full of smiles.

"Hey, Ziqing, look what's wrong with our master, I don't think it's Miss Ye who was frightened by the assassin, but like the prince......" Zimo poked Ziqing on the side and muttered quietly.

"The Buddha said, don't say it, don't say it." Ziqing glanced at Zimo and whispered back.

Three miles away, the scenery has not changed, it is still a thick nanmu, and the scenery of Qilian Mountain is similar.

"Master, it's a failure. The mourners were unsuccessful. ”

A man dressed in black and with a red edge, with a pure golden demon mask on his face, and a voice more like a demon from hell, was prostrate on the ground. His body trembled slightly.

"The mourners just did something that would never have worked. The reason why Yi Lingxiao is so respected is naturally the reason of the world. It never occurred to me that a silver-level undertaker would solve my troubles. All I want to ask you is the reaction of that cute kitten, nothing more. ”

"It's calm, and it's surprising how quickly you go from the initial panic to the calm face."

"It's kind of interesting, it's not an elegant domestic cat, but a cunning leopard."

"Master, if the gold group makes a move, it will definitely not miss."

"Hehe, no. Ben Wang thought of an interesting solution. The man turned the wrench on his thumb.

"Master, do you still want to organize them?"

"The undertaker just gave Yi Lingxiao an appetizer. What awaits him will be a real hell. ”

The man's wrench turned faster and faster, and his voice became colder.

The trembling of the golden-faced man's body became more and more serious, he could face death indifferently and kill indifferently, but he couldn't indifferently face the person in front of him. He is the devil who really comes from hell, the invincible devil.

No love, no hate, no heart. Terrible desires, infinite demands, true invincibility.

The man stood up and looked at the moon in the sky, his purple eyes narrowed, and a cold murderous intent appeared.