Late at night.

Pingxiang County.

Outside the county office.

Today, inside and outside the county office, the Praetorian Guards have been blocked by the strict guards, the streets and alleys are brightly lit, and the people in the nearby neighborhoods have closed their doors and windows without leaving their homes, and the atmosphere of oppression and tension permeates the entire street.

Columns of Praetorian Guards, armed with torches and riding fat horses, shuttled through the official roads, patrolling back and forth, vigilantly searching for suspicious people.

A column of Praetorian Guards was walking down an alley where no fingers could be seen, the end of which was covered in night, and nothing could be seen, and there was a dead silence around them. Suddenly, the war horse under the crotch of the leading soldier commander snorted, and the horse's head writhed uneasily. The commander keenly sensed that something was wrong, pulled the reins, and said to the person behind him: "Stop, there is a situation." ”

The Praetorian Guards in the rear stopped when they heard the order, and they were well-trained to meet the enemy.

In front of them was a bottomless alley, and when they looked up, there was a black hole, and they couldn't see anything.

The commander squinted his eyes and looked ahead, one hand quietly holding the official knife at his waist.

After a while, from the darkness came a burst of mechanical footsteps, calm and powerful, and trampled on the hearts of the people one by one.

The Praetorian Guard's hearts instantly rose to their throats, and they drew their official swords one after another, and by the faint light of the torches, the blades emitted a bright and cold glow.

Click, click, click.

Finally, in front of everyone's eyes, a snow-white figure slowly walked out of the alley.

The figure was an unusually tall man, emaciated, dressed in white and swaying over his body, as if he was as weak as a bamboo pole. His pale face was bloodless, his facial features seemed to be carved out of a mold, and his waist-length hair hung down in front of him, exuding a strange aura all over his body.

The commander looked at the comer, frowned, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Who is coming, why don't you obey the curfew?"

As if he hadn't heard, the man continued to move slowly and mechanically towards the Praetorian Guard.

Everyone looked at each other, and their expressions were a little uneasy.

After a while, the man came to the place where the torch shone, and the commander suddenly saw that there was a woman behind him, also wearing a white robe, and her face was pale, like a piece of paper floating behind the man, like a ghost.

The commander exhaled, and in the face of this sobriety that he had never seen before, he tried his best to calm down, and shouted to the person behind him: "Come on, take this person down!"

At the sound of an order, several Praetorian Guards reined in their horses and attacked in the direction of the man.

The corners of the man's mouth hidden in the darkness gently hooked an arc, and the sound of the sound rubbed against the iron, and said, "Ah Yan, there is food." ”

The white robe of the woman behind him rolled slightly, and as the Praetorian Guards approached, several snow-white birds flew out from under the white robes and attacked the Praetorian Guards extremely quickly.

Before the Praetorian Guards could react, Shiratori had already shuttled around them.

"Ah...... What's that?"

The Praetorian Guards howled in unison, their expressions twisted in pain, and the horses under their crotches stopped, neighing and raising their front hooves.

Swish.

The woman's figure disappeared in place, and in an instant it was within reach of the white birds, her white robe began to roll violently, and several white birds circled and fluttered around her body.

For a while, the Praetorian Guards turned over on their backs, only to hear a muffled snort, and even the men and horses fell to the ground.

There was no physical contact, and the man he sent fell to the ground inexplicably in front of the commander's eyes, unconscious.

The commander's eyes widened, he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, and his hand holding the official sword trembled involuntarily.

Everything happened so fast that there were only three or four Praetorian Guards left in front of the man. The commander looked at the man, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

"This ...... What is this?" the commander looked at the tragic situation in front of him in horror and said tremblingly, "You guys...... Who the hell is it?"

The man casually showed a mocking sneer, and whispered to himself, "Sure enough, there is a great success...... It's not a disgusting bug after all......"

Seeing that he ignored him, the commander looked back uneasily, and several soldiers behind him were also terrified to the extreme, trembling all over.

"Hurry back and call someone, run quickly......" The commander lowered his voice and hurriedly said to the people behind him.

At this moment, the man slowly raised his hand like a dead branch, and his fingers were unusually thin and slender.

"That's coming...... Try this. ”

The man's ghostly voice sounded, and the woman floating in the air heard the order, and shot a long white line from the white robe at the speed of an arrow, and plunged straight into the commander's chest.

The commander was startled, and then let out a heart-rending wail, and the green tendons on his neck instantly burst out. He looked up in pain, his face contorted, his pupils as if they were about to squeeze out of his sockets.

In the next second, his skin turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, his wailing stopped abruptly, and his body on the horse shook violently. After a while, the white line gradually dissipated, and his face was so white that he could see the veins of blood vessels. After froze for a moment, he fell straight down, lifeless.

"Big ...... My lord!"

The few remaining surviving Praetorian Guards were now frightened by the sight in front of them, and looked at the dead commander in front of them in disbelief, a look of fear crawling all over their faces.

The man sneered contentedly, and said faintly: "I've eaten enough today, hurry up, don't make too much noise, our goal is not far away." ”

When the woman heard this, her heart was enlightened, and her empty and terrifying eyes looked at the remaining Praetorian Guards, and the atmosphere of death gradually shrouded her.

Swish!

The woman's white robe swelled rapidly, and at the last moment, a white light flashed between her and the Praetorian Guard.

Wow!

The powerful aura spread all at once. The air around it was rapidly compressed and dispersed like a small hurricane. The dust was flying, and the Praetorian Guards were startled by the sudden movement, and hurriedly raised their hands to cover their faces.

The hurricane gradually subsided, and the Praetorian Guards fixed their eyes to see a ragged figure in front of them, facing the woman, her hair scattered, and her face could not be seen clearly. But this person exudes a suppressed and powerful aura all over his body, which makes people shudder.

Who is this? The Praetorian Guards held their swords, pulled their horses' heads and retreated.

The person in front of him just quietly looked in the direction of the man and whispered, "Why don't you go quickly?"

The Praetorian Guard was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was talking about himself. They were so frightened that they didn't have time to think about what was happening, and when they heard this, they quickly turned around and fled as if they had been granted amnesty.

The man silently let them go, not hindered. The Praetorian Guard disappeared after a while, and the man glanced at the person coldly, his tone was still cold, and said to him, "You are finally here." ”

The man's hair was messily spread on his cheeks, he looked dirty, he was wearing a tattered white clothes, his whole body exuded a pungent musty smell, his face was filthy, no different from a beggar, but the expression on his face was as sharp as a dagger, and a pair of red pupils stared at the man, it was Zhang Renjie who had been buried in the fire before.

He stared at the man in silence, a muffled snort of disdain in his nose, and did not answer.

The man said to him gently: "I knew you were coming, and the chief guest secretary of Wu State like you is my opponent." ”

Zhang Renjie shook his head lightly and said in a deep voice: "Yan Wuming, just your three-legged cat's Gu technique, you are not an opponent for me at all. ”

Yan Wuming in front of him faced the ridicule in his words, his tone was still unwavering, and said: "No matter what, you should also remember that you are a person who grew up in the land of Yan, and I am the prince of Dayan, how do you want to be my enemy?"

When Zhang Renjie heard this, a cold light erupted in his eyes, which was similar to the appearance of the two of them who were grinning with Chu Mo before. He said unceremoniously: "Because of this, I don't associate myself with people who refine Gu art on living people, let alone leave you to harm the world." ”

After he finished speaking, he lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing a black, transparent hilt, which was long enough to reach his waist, and on which he was carved with bewitching patterns, ghostly.

Yan Wuming looked at it, his face froze, and his tone became cold, and he said: "The sword of the Miao clan, do you really want to be the enemy of the entire Great Yan? Are you willing to die for them as the guest secretary of the Wu Kingdom? What confidence do you have that you can kill me?"

"With me, I'm the sixth on the list of swordsmen in the world, and you're just a waste who can play with bugs. Zhang Renjie said coldly. With that, he grasped the hilt of the knife and slowly drew it. The blade is extremely long, and the whole body exudes a dazzling cold light, as if it was made of ice jade, which is clear and spotless. He held the long knife in his hand, faced Yan Wuming, and made a posture of starting his hand.

And Yan Wuming heard the word worm, his face changed, his expression was angry, his brows were furrowed, he lowered his voice, and said, "Don't mention disgusting bugs to me, I'm just giving them a new life." What's more, even if you use the Miao Family Sword Technique, can you defeat me? My Vampire Gu has already been completed!"

"Can you wait until you live?"

After that, Zhang Renjie quickly bypassed the woman with an arrow step, and swooped towards Yan Nameless, and at the same time, the Miao knife in his hand opened and closed in an instant, and a snow-white afterimage crossed the air.

Whew!

He slashed at Yan Wuming, but two blades appeared out of thin air, crossing in mid-air, and the air around him tightened for a moment, as if it had been cut apart.

Yan Wuming looked at the attacking blade coldly, not dodging or dodging, and the wide white robe flew up and down.

Crash!

The blade passed through his body, and he was unharmed. Zhang Renjie then took another step forward and stabbed him straight in the chest. Yan Wuming turned sideways slightly, avoiding the edge of the blade, but suddenly a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and the huge Miao knife appeared next to his neck at some point.

He had to take a step back, the blade slashed, two more blades, and its tricky angle, he stepped back again, and the Miao knife disappeared like a ghost, slashing from the other direction.

Yan Wuming's brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze couldn't keep up with the speed of the Miao Clan's knife. Just as he flashed again, the afterimage of the Miao Clan Knife split into three, and instantly appeared from three different places, and six blades were drawn at the same time, and the blinding cold light flickered messily in front of his eyes.

Yan Wuming had to secretly mobilize his internal force, kicked lightly, and retreated a foot away, but his swaying white hair was still cut off by the blade.

At this time, he quietly looked at Zhang Renjie, who was slashing at him, and there was no leisurely expression in his eyes. He spoke coldly, exuding a thick killing intent all over his body.

"The six paths of the Miao family are comparable to the sword techniques of the Great Chu Wang family in the past, and it is indeed not simple. ”

Zhang Renjie's dirty long hair draped over his cheeks, a pair of sharp eyes stared closely at Yan Wuming in front of him, and the Miao knife, which was a cut taller than others, was horizontal in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "That's enough? ”

Yan Wuming frowned and said, "Qian Ayan, come back." ”

Swish!

As soon as the words fell, Qian Ayan suddenly appeared beside Yan Wuming from behind Zhang Renjie, looking at him silently with godless eyes.

Yan Wuming raised his dry and slender arm, the internal force was surging, and the white robe on Qian Ayan's body flew with it, and then, a snow-white silk thread stretched out from the white robe and headed towards Zhang Renjie.

Zhang Renjie's pupils shrank, and he jumped to the side suddenly, dodging the silk thread, and kicked the wall beside him, like an off-string arrow towards Yan Nameless. Yan Wuming continued to swell the internal force in his body, and Qian Ayan flew out of several white birds in his white robe towards Zhang Renjie, and quickly flew behind Zhang Renjie.

Everything happens in an instant. Zhang Renjie waved his knife, and the Miao knife disappeared in a flash, and the two blades quickly attacked Yan Nameless. At the same time, Qian Ayan's figure appeared behind Zhang Renjie along the white bird, the white robe turned up, and the white silk shot at his back again.

Just when the Miao Clan's knife stopped a few inches in front of Yan Wuming, it suddenly froze, and Zhang Renjie had already been pierced through his chest with white silk. His expression contorted in pain, and he gritted his teeth. Yan Wuming didn't dare to slack off, driving the internal force of the whole body, Zhang Renjie only felt a tightness in the center of his chest, and a sharp pain came. He forcibly grasped the hilt of the knife and swung the knife again, and six more deadly blades appeared beside Yan Wuming.

Click.

Yan Wuming turned his internal force, his dodging movements were a little slower, and the white robe on his body was cut several times at once. He no longer retreated, and continued to increase his internal force, and bursts of white birds poured out of Qian Ayan's white robe, circling towards Zhang Renjie.

"Uhh

Zhang Renjie let out a painful wail in his throat and fell to the ground on his left knee. He was surrounded by white birds, and dense beads of blood poured out of his face.