"Am I using them?" a meaningful smile appeared on Xihe's face, "Perhaps, but how do you know they're not using me?"

Ning was reluctant to engage in sophistry with him, and he watched as the stand-ins in the masks that walked through the streets, constantly exposed to the view of the warriors of the black town garrison, and were quickly suppressed with the cooperation of the eagle-eye and the flag officer on the lookout.

Of course, if they give up resistance and voluntarily be escorted back to the Inquisition Hall to be punished, they can be killed on the spot, but if they do so, the outcome may be 10,000 times worse than being killed on the spot, so no one will make that choice at all.

All those who really flee will do it if they are ready to die.

"Do you know what name we people have given to our organization?" Xihe replied to himself, "We call ourselves Dawn, which means that we will be the first group of people to break the world of the black town, and our light will tear through the dark clouds and shoot into the city." ”

"It's really good to put gold on your face," Ning didn't even bother to look up at Xi He's slightly proud expression at the moment.

If the dawn is to be obtained by such a shady means, then it itself does not represent the real light, at least that's what Ning thinks now.

Soon, the rest of the False Xi were slaughtered, some by the strongbow archers on the near lookout, and some by the spears of the garrison warriors.

With a flash of lightning in the sky lighting up the night sky of the town, Xihe finally acted again.

Because of the situation of fake Xihe at multiple points at the same time, it is much more difficult for Hawkeye to capture and command, and this will inevitably make the defense circle in the town flawed, and Xihe is waiting for this moment.

It was not only the eagle eye on the lookout who knew every corner of this black town, he had been doing the same thing for a long time in the past, and he had been to the streets and alleys of the city, and even the lookout, he had been there many times.

The route of each companion, the arrangement of the troops in each area, including the movement trajectory of the garrison army after each point was exposed, he had made countless deductions in his mind.

The best opportunity is always once, and if you miss it, you won't have a second chance.

Xi He flashed and swept through the streets like a ghost, he knew that he only had fifteen breaths, and after fifteen breaths, there would be a new samurai to fill the position here, completing the vacancy of the previous adjustment.

In one breath, Xihe swept through the three streets and came directly to the outer circle of the black town.

The defense of the black town is loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and when it comes to the periphery, the number of warriors stationed in the city begins to decrease sharply, for example, the more you turn out, the larger the space area, the terrain is much more complicated, the streets are crisscrossed, and it is indeed too difficult to arrange defenses here, and this distance has exceeded the observation distance of the inner city lookout.

Seeing that Xi He was about to successfully break out of the gate, he was less than twenty paces away from the city gate, when suddenly the ground shook, and a round stone the size of a grinding plate smashed into him like a comet.

The attack came too fast, but when Xi He reacted, it was too late to dodge, and at that moment, he gritted his teeth, refreshed his energy, and blasted out, and the powerful fist turned into a little bit and slammed into the surface of the cobblestone.

The round stone the size of the grinding plate exploded, but just when the rubble had not yet dispersed, a vertical palm poked out from behind the gravel, and cut into the middle of Xihe's chest with an impartial palm, Xihe snorted, and was chopped upside down and flew out, leaving a deep blood mark on his chest.

After landing on the ground, Xi He held the mask on his face with one hand and covered his chest with the other, he felt that this palm just now directly cut off one of his sternums, and this strength was definitely above the strength of the Tang Realm martial artist.

The debris dispersed in the sky, and a masked man dressed in gray appeared in front of him, with thick stone sand gloves on his palms and an angry ape on his face.

"His name is Yuan Jie, in the black town, many people call him Yuan Jie, the strength is in the hall realm, if nothing else, it is not a big problem to enter the little grandmaster at the age of thirty," On the lake of mood, Xi He seemed to be aroused by the pain of the old wound in his chest by the picture just now, and gently stroked the part of himself that was hit in the picture just now, but the corners of his mouth hung a cruel arc: "But meeting me is his biggest accident." ”

Yuan Jie hit Xihe hard as soon as he made a move, and in the face of this opponent, Yuan Jie did not take it lightly, even if the other party's age and martial arts realm were not as good as his own, he still felt that this was a terrifying opponent.

Yuan Jie rushed to a step in front of Xi He, jumped up, and slammed his fists into Xi He below from top to bottom.

Xi He is naturally not the kind of person who will lead the neck to be killed, and when he lightly pressed his palm under his chest, his body rolled to the left, avoiding Yuan Jie's Mount Tai pressure.

Yuan Jie missed one move, followed closely with the back move, his body flipped, he quickly rotated sideways, and his arm slashed towards Xihe like a knife.

After a hand-to-hand, Xihe always fell behind and was suppressed by the other party, and at this moment he finally suppressed his injury, while retreating to avoid the opponent's strong attack, the other hand touched his waist.

The cold light bloomed, Yuan Jie's offensive suddenly stagnated, and an incision appeared on the stone sand glove he was wearing on his left hand, and the little finger of his left hand had disappeared, but the miraculous thing was that he lost a little thumb, and there was no blood on his hand.

Xi He wiped his two fingers, and the short knife in his hand flicked out, and it swept towards Yuan Jie's throat.

In two moments of fighting, Yuan Jie was sealed by a ghostly knife like electricity. Xihe's fighting style is like this, the victory or defeat is always decided in an instant, and it is always in a way that you can't imagine, and the means you can't understand to achieve the goal.

Yuan Jie also raised his arm to block before being hit by the knife, but the result was that his entire right palm was cut off by this knife.

Ning turned his head to look at Xihe: "Are you just here to show me your combat skills?"

Xihe's face gradually sank, pointed to the picture and said, "You can continue to look down to find out." ”

Ning lowered his head and looked at the picture again, but a scene that surprised him appeared, Yuan Jie, who had obviously had his throat cut by a knife, actually trembled and crawled up slightly again after falling.

And what is even more surprising is that at the severed palm of the hand, flesh and blood can be seen to be reborn with the naked eye, and when he stands up again, there are no scars on his body.