Xia Xuan took advantage of the moonlight, swept his gaze, and saw the pattern of "Blood Demon Claw" in the corner of the assassin's clothes, which was the mark of the Blood Demon Sect.

Therefore, he said in a hoarse and strange voice: "It turns out to be a friend of the Blood Demon Sect?"

The assassins looked at each other, and the leader followed his words: "Thirty years ago, there was a deep feud in the sea of blood, and now it should be paid by blood!"

Xia Xuan tasted the product and understood the reason, so he said, "What happened thirty years ago, what does it have to do with you people who pretend to be the Blood Demon Sect?"

As soon as his voice fell, the assassins didn't understand that the previous sentence was lying to them, and now that they were deceived, the other party was not polite, and they directly tried to see them.

The words came to an end.

It is the killing of life.

Among the assassins, the man in black with a scimitar in one hand laughed strangely, then stepped forward and asked, "Who is Your Excellency? Don't you know that if you meddle in this world, you will only die quickly?"

Xia Xuan didn't say it anymore, he couldn't say that he was a holy master, otherwise it would be easy for people to see the clues in combination with the full moon poetry meeting, and the magic book "Sunflower Treasure Book" can control many weapons, and the embroidery needle is still used for the first time, no one can see it.

He hooked his fingers directly, and a feminine and violent feeling in his heart suddenly escaped.

The black-clothed man's eyes narrowed, and then he turned around and swept over the assassins who were already secretly moving, rolled his eyes a few times, and sneered: "Since Your Excellency wants to die, then no one can save it, Jie Ji~~~"

With that, the man in black took a step forward, and his body was filled with true qi.

Boom!

As soon as he stepped out, his body was driven by a huge force, and between the dust and the strong wind, he was like a gray crow, slashing towards Xia Xuan.

And just as he was moving, the group of assassins behind him quickly raised their sleeves, turned their hands, and showed their crossbows in tacit understanding, and the crossbow arrows flashed coldly.

Between the trigger pulls, the crossbow fires continuously,

One after another came first, tearing through the air, and instantly came in front of Xia Xuan.

And that's not the end of it.

Behind the man in black, the imperceptible "corpse lines" have been stretched up at some point.

The blade that tore through the human body followed the black-clothed assassin, and then came and went, silent, and undetectable.

In the eyes of the Assassins, no matter what the man in red did next, he would face a quadruple attack.

The first weight: the last-to-come crossbow arrow.

The second weight: the full force of the four-grade powerhouse.

The third weight: the corpse line.

Fourth: If the man in black can't strike a blow, he will directly sweep forward, but will not retreat, and when the corpse line is cut up, he will slash at the man in red from behind, forming a two-fold sandwich.

The Assassins had their own tricks, and this was just a combined attack.

They were assassins, and the assassins never talked about the martial virtues of "one-on-one", "no one will help if one-on-one is good", and "you can't use poisonous hidden weapons".

It's just killing, what's the virtue?

What martial arts are you talking about?

Moonlight.

Redcoat.

A chuckle.

Between the flicks of Xia Xuan's palms,

The man in black saw the rain.

The rain flowed down the mountain road from top to bottom.

He saw the light again.

It seemed that the stars had fallen at this moment, so that all the light that appeared at first glance appeared before his eyes.

The light is the light of the full moon that illuminates the heavens,

But it flows on the tip of a tiny needle.

The man in black was surprised and inexplicable in his eyes, and a vast light was reflected for a moment, and then he was unconscious.

Death has come, but his body has not yet fallen...

In the eyes of the other assassins, the four strong men had completely become a living target for each of them, and their bodies trembled violently under the penetration of the strength of the needle and thread, and with the sudden pull of the red thread, they quickly swept towards the red-clothed man, blocking in front of the red-clothed man, and turning into a living human flesh shield.

Doo doo doo!

A large number of crossbow arrows pierced the vest of the human shield, like a scarecrow.

At the same time, two things happened at the same time:

First, the corpse splitting line had also arrived, quietly cutting towards Xia Xuan.

Second, the few black-clothed people who were standing at the back of the house, and who were not even in Xia Xuan's sight, didn't even think about it, turned around and jumped directly towards the cliff.

After an instant, a black paper wing exploded behind him, and the paper wing rode the wind, and with the person who rode the wind, he slipped away in an instant.

On the other side,

In the moonlight...

In Xia Xuan's sleeves, there were slowly embroidered threads, like manipulating a puppet, using the human shield to block the crossbow shots.

After a few seconds, the bolts had rested, and not far away there was the sound of changing the crossbow case.

Where did Xia Xuan wait for them to change the box, as soon as his true anger moved, the embroidery needles that had been pierced into the body of the human shield had strength again, and they "lived".

The needle is like a poisonous snake hunting, piercing directly from the back of the man in black,

The tip of the needle was like a snake's head, and they probed their heads high, each staring at a different target.

Bang Bang ~~~

The sound of countless needles and threads breaking.

It's like an arrow is off the string, and a bullet comes out of the chamber...

Whoosh whoosh !!

In an instant, the needles exploded, and each shot accurately at the target Xia Xuan had predetermined.

Flying needles shoot indiscriminately, harvesting the lives of the black-clothed assassins, how similar is this scene to the black-clothed assassins "mowing the grass" at the bottom of the mountain before?

Red clothes like blood, silver needles like rain,

There is a full moon on top, and a corpse below.

In just a few blinks of an eye, the offense and defense reversed.

Next scene,

Xia Xuan's gaze quickly fell into the distance, and under the moonlight, the figures gliding away on black paper wings had slowly fallen into the deep mountains with complex terrain.

Around the same time, he heard a lot of muffled grunts and roars.

"Blood debt and blood payment!"

"Blood debt and blood payment!"

"Blood debt and blood payment!"

Xia Xuan's gaze swept back again, and he found that the remaining and full twenty assassins in front of him had fallen to the ground one after another.

Dark green venom oozed from the corners of the lips of these assassins.

The moment they realized that they had overwhelming strength, they chose to commit suicide without hesitation.

There are also people who, when they are dying, paint "blood debt and blood payment" on the ground with their own blood.

Xia Xuan looked at this chilling picture, this assassin who was not afraid of life and death in an instant.

People are good at dying, but this group of people must complete their goals when they are dying, and they also have to pour dirty water on the "Blood Demon Sect".

"Enough!"

With a wave of his red sleeves, snake-like embroidery needles rained down, killing all the remnants and interrupting their movements as he walked.

Xia Xuan took a deep look at this side, and a sense of foreboding arose in his heart.

It was the smell of a war that was undying, cruel, and all human lives were like mustard.

Who are these assassins?

But time did not allow him to stay too long,

Xia Xuan turned around and quickly returned to the banquet while processing the embroidered clothes.

In the banquet, there is still singing and dancing,

The young talents and talented women are still discussing the sadness of spring and autumn, poetry and songs,

Unbeknownst to them, they had just brushed shoulders with death.