People are like wheat stalks, torn apart by the lines of the blades that divide the corpses.

The guards are all as careful as they should be, but they themselves only exist to fight off bandits and small killers... In the face of an assassin force like Gikoku, it is simply vulnerable.

It is like being mowed, rapidly falling, falling, and dying. The eyes are wide open, and they can't bare their eyes.

The slightly stronger of the guards may be able to react before the corpse line cuts them and draw their swords to resist.

But it was completely useless, and just as he resisted, a short knife suddenly appeared behind him, piercing his vest and piercing his heart, and popping out of his chest.

There are also stronger guards who can not only find the corpse line, but also resist sneak attacks, but it is useless...

The gap in strength, training quality, and tacit understanding between the two sides is not comparable.

Most of the guards' strength is first-grade and second-grade, and there are few masters of the inner family who have cultivated their true qi and begun to open the seventy-two tricks of the earth.

However, most of the assassins of these discordant countries are third-rank, and there are still fourth-rank.

Of course, there are also four-rank masters among the guards, who belong to some families who are quietly sent to protect them, but there are only one or two such people, and whenever they make a move, they will soon be surrounded by more assassins from the Ambiguous Country, and then killed by some assassins in the dark.

The cold sky of the full moon, a few sharp sword strikes and muffled snorts of pain came from time to time in the barren mountains, and they all calmed down in an instant.

The guards in the back mountain, all killed!!

The black shadows did not stop, leaving two or three processing scenes, further creating the illusion that "all the guards were slaughtered by the Blood Demon Sect", and the remaining assassins began to quickly ascend the mountain, and they did not walk from the mountain path, but quickly swept through the shadows beside the mountain road...

It's cold.

The night is dark.

Cold.

The wind blew the warm red lanterns and snapped against the eaves.

Meng Shan had drunk a lot of wine today, he was sitting next to the little grandfather with scattered black hair, his figure was a little trembling, his steps were staggering, he held the wine in both hands in front of Xia Xuan, and pointed at him with his left hand:

"You... You are amazing! You are amazing! Today, you have won the face of our country! I am convinced!

I... I... I also want to confess that I used to see you unpleasantly and unpleasantly.

However, Xia Xuan, you said that your appearance is pleasing to the eye, except for your group of fox friends and dog friends?

But, I was wrong, I didn't think you were really talented, absolutely!

I punish myself, and today I will punish myself with 300 cups!"

Xia Xuan said: "Don't drink it, what have you drunk it all like?"

Meng Shan waved his hand and said, "No, I have to drink!" Xia Xuan, you said that you obviously have a lot of talents, why don't you show off on weekdays? What are you thinking?"

As he spoke, he held up his wine glass, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was still intoxicated by that artistic conception, and muttered in his mouth:

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date.

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio?

The moon is not relieved, and the shadow disciple is with me.

Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring.

Wonderful, really wonderful, Xia Xuan, how did you write such a poem?

How did your head grow?

I really envy you, I feel that I have studied hard for so many years, but I can't write poems like you... Why?"

Xia Xuan said directly: "I copied it." ”

Meng Shan was stunned for a moment, and slapped the table suddenly: "You insult me!! You don't have to admit it!"

Xia Xuan smiled, he hooked Meng Shan's shoulders and sat down, "Brother Meng Shan, actually, usually I..."

Suddenly, he felt a cold wind squeeze in through the crack in the door of the entrance to the banquet.

An ominous feeling suddenly arose in the bottom of his heart.

His voice stopped abruptly, his eyes turned again, whether it was the fat man, Su Qingmeng, or Lin Haoru during the day, everyone was immersed in the discussion of poetry, and many people were drinking and laughing... It can be described as singing and dancing.

But the sounds gradually blurred in his ears, as if he was buried under the water and listened to the sounds outside.

The voices were muffled, others were clear.

It was the sound of many footsteps, light, dense, in the darkness, coming quickly this way.

Xia Xuan thought of the assassin.

His thoughts raced.

Since these people can come, then the guards in the back mountain should have almost explained.

For the time being, he put aside the question of "how could there be assassins" and instead thought about "how to deal with it".

Because if he doesn't take measures, then the consequences will be absolutely unimaginable ...

If these people were really assassins, and they came to the banquet at this time, these talented women in front of him would definitely suffer a lot of casualties, and even more filthy and filthy consequences would occur, and at that time, he would be faced with two choices.

First, expose yourself as a secret of the devil and save as many people as possible.

Second, he hid his identity and made a secret move, and only escaped with a few familiar people such as the fat man, Su Qingmeng, and Meng Shan.

None of this is good.

No one is allowed to die!

Xia Xuan's thoughts flashed, there was only one way, and that was to intercept it.

Thinking of this, without further ado, he directly yawned drunkenly and said, "If you drink too much, you have to relieve yourself." ”

However, he found that he had too many explanations, and Monsanto was already drunk and fell to the ground, and the people in the distance were also immersed in their own small circles or discussions.

Xia Xuan quickened his pace, walked out of the banquet, and quickly went out, when he passed by an embroidery room, he quickly entered, and saw that there were a lot of spare needles and threads in the room, needle boxes... He smiled self-deprecatingly, then quickly took some into his arms, and then swept his gaze to see a red embroidered cloak hanging on the shelf.

He took off the embroidered cloak, put it on, and covered his face with the hood of the cloak.

True qi suddenly arose in the one hundred and eight acupoints, and the breath accumulated in the dantian began to circulate...

As these forces arise,

Xia Xuan also had a strange sense of femininity in his heart, as if something in his heart lazily opened his eyes in the dark and overlapped with him.

"Evil skills should not be used for a long time, solve them quickly!"

Thoughts,

In the shadow of the moonlight, a soft and cold red shadow flew down the mountain.

If viewed from above...

The lonely red shadows on the mountain, the tide-like black shadows below the mountain, are approaching each other at a very fast speed.

This proximity soon turned into an encounter.

The Assassins of Qiguo stopped and looked at a strange man in red standing on the white moonlit mountain road...

The man was long, but unfortunately his face was obscured by his hood, and he could not distinguish between man and woman, and the Assassins preferred this to be a peerless beauty.

And this person, at this time, his hands are turned up, and between the ten fingers are the needles used by ordinary women in embroidery.

The eyelets at the end of the needle are still wearing red threads, mysterious and treacherous.

A cold, hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

"You... Why?"