The tired bird returned to its nest, the last ray of light was swallowed up by darkness, the yellow sand fluttered, the hazy moonlight painted the starry sky, the only two old trees in the city of Youding were draped in the night veil, and the energetic sentry walked under the trees, and a pair of bloody eyes lit up between the dense canopies.

The evil cultivator took off his mask, moved the branches and leaves slightly, and showed a hideous sneer at the backs of the sentries, the five fingers of his right hand hung down, and nearly a hundred crystal silk threads hung down the treetops, falling into the sentinel's hole, and the left fingers moved lightly, and the black-clothed man who was also controlled by the silk threads jumped down from the treetops and slashed at the squad leader with a knife.

"Who?"

The captain let out a low roar, wanting to pull the knife out of the sheath but unable to control his body, he could only watch the knife slash at himself, and the corpse was in two places.

"Bastard, enemy attack, enemy attack!"

The vice-captain roared and pulled out the long knife, and after a few moves with the man in black, his body suddenly stagnated, and he was also beheaded by the long knife.

The blade was stained with blood, and the evil cultivator looked at the Qi army approaching not far away, the corners of his mouth were hooked, his fingers danced, and the "puppets" under the control tree fought together again, and the man in black rushed left and right, slaughtering the entire team and then turning around and sweeping towards the city gate.

"Thief, where to go!"

The battle roar was Lingyun, and the tiger-eyed warrior in heavy armor raised the spear in his hand and threw it into the wind, nailing the man in black who had not run far into the street.

Fan Yinghou led the army to follow closely behind the fierce general, surrounding the dying murderer, the torches were bright, and the fierce general stepped forward to remove the black-clothed man's face scarf, staring at the familiar eyebrows and eyes and couldn't help but squint, exuding endless killing intent.

"Does General Wang know this person?" Fan Yinghou asked softly, feeling ominous.

Wang Tao nodded, suppressed the killing intent, and replied softly: "He is a confidant of Tian Yu, the general of Zhenxi, I have competed with this person on the battlefield many times, and it is difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior. ”

Fan Yinghou clenched his fists violently, looked at the indignant sergeant, and shouted: "Block the news, press him into the general's mansion, add a sentry post, loosen the outside and tighten the inside!"

"Order!"

The group of sergeants dispersed, Fan Yinghou looked at the team escorting Qu Xian forward, and whispered: "The general also knows the situation of Qi country, and the internal worries are unresolved, it is impossible to use sword soldiers at this time, we need to maintain restraint." ”

Wang Tao nodded lightly, pulled his breastplate, looked at the brothers in front of him, and sighed: "I don't know what happened, but compared to what we said, the soldiers are more willing to believe what they see, tonight's incident they will only remember that the Qi people killed their brothers again, as for the rest, how many people are willing to think?"

"That's true, do your best. Fan Yinghou looked around at the pass, and the mist was covered under the hazy moon, and he couldn't help but say to himself: "Kongzhou, Kongzhou, when will you come back?"

Silent all the way, walking through the streets and alleys, waiting to return to the general's mansion, Wang Tao retreated left and right, turned on the lights in the house, and guarded the door with his sword.

Fan Yinghou put on the animal skin gloves, groped around the man in black for a while, and unexpectedly took out a drawing outlining the lines, walked to the lamp and candle to burn it out.

"That's the map of the city. ”

Wang Tao pressed the hilt of his sword, staring at the painting paper that was ignited by Fan Yinghou, and had a guess, after sowing discord, would it add fuel to the fire?

Fan Yinghou avoided the important and took it lightly, and said while treating Qu Xi's wounds: "It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong, what matters is what the mastermind wants us to do, what he wants us to know, Your Majesty wants to win, if you want to sweep Liuhe, we have to endure loneliness." ”

"Can he be saved? The mastermind behind the scenes must want him to die, preferably in my Youding City. ”

"Look at the will of heaven, if he can't be saved, he will be burned, he hasn't been to Youding City tonight, and our team was not killed by him, rest assured, they will not be less than a son, as long as their hometown is still under the rule of Great Qin, their families will have no worries about food and clothing!"

"Heh, how dare you guarantee that those people won't be rich?"

"I don't dare to guarantee anything, I only know that the will of the monarch cannot be disobeyed, some people exist because His Majesty wants him to exist, they know this very well, so they will not touch the scales lightly, civil officials are always more desperate than military attachés. ”

In the nameless wilderness, the wind blows the grass low, the eleven immortal league immortals stood ten steps in front of Luoyang, hugged his fist for the white-haired young man, and said softly: "Luoyang Daoyou, repay grievances with virtue, how to repay virtue?" In the past, there were six culprits in Kunlun's closure of the mountain, and the underworld was one of them. ”

"Face, face is worth a few cents, someone has offered a high price, asking for your life, I really can't refuse. ”

Luoyang shook his head slightly, reached out and grabbed the heavenly sword, the white-haired young man's arms suddenly exerted force, and hundreds of ox silver needles splashed like a shower, covering all the steps around Luoyang.

Luoyang hooked the corners of his mouth, glanced at the refining artifact in the young man's sleeve, threw up the Sauvignon Blanc, reached out and held the hilt of the sword, drew the sword and slashed, cutting off the needles of the bull in the sky, the action was freehand, and the atmosphere was relaxed.

The sword momentum fell, and the last dwarf boy of the crowd disappeared in place, and the next moment he appeared behind Luoyang, reached out and grabbed the heavenly sword, and the palm of his hand was close to the sword body, and he suddenly turned around and retreated, squinting his triangular eyes, and said: "This sword can't be stolen, there is a spirit!"

The white-haired boy nodded, flicked his ten fingers, and the silver needle swept through the void, with the sound of wind and thunder, and ten trenches were plowed out of the field he passed.

The sturdy young man with thick eyebrows took advantage of the situation to slash up, wielding a crazy knife and slashing thousands of machines.

Luoyang held the heavenly sword, and before he could make a move, the rickety boy at the end of the team took a step forward, and the four discs unfolded, and the invisible light swept across the void.

The mad knife fell, the ground shook the mountain, the flat mountain field was cut out of the shallow trench of one person, and the two or three mountains and rocks far away were annihilated by the knife and turned into ashes.

Luoyang stood behind the eleven people, looked at the stiff young man with interest, and said, "That was the Talisman Chaos Formation just now?"

The young man nodded, his forehead was covered with sweat, his face was pale, and he exclaimed: "It is worthy of being the contemporary junior uncle of Kunlun, when my master fixed Qi Tianxiang, there was not such a big loss. ”

"Come on, a few of you, report your name, it must not be some unknown cat or dog, right?"

Luoyang raised his head and swept his gaze over the eleven teenagers, all of whom were grandmasters, presumably all of whom were famous characters on the Young Lin list.

"It's rude to me, don't blame, don't blame. The white-haired young man clenched his fists and apologized, stretched out his hand to point at the dwarf who moved quickly, and said, "There is no shadow of Deming." ”

The dwarf hugged his fist to Luoyang, pointed at the young man with the knife, and said, "The king of the Broken River Crazy Knife." ”

The young man grinned, lightly pulled the knife flower, raised his head to the rickety young man, and said sullenly: "Star Warlock Liu Yi." ”

Liu Yi smiled at Luoyang, looked at the white-haired boy, and introduced: "Thunder Rods Shadow Murray, just remember a few of us, the others are too low in the rankings and don't deserve to be remembered by you." ”

Luoyang nodded, but he didn't mean to despise the remaining few people, raised his sword and leaned over, talking about the eleven immortals of the sword.