There were a total of nine men in black standing in front of the monkey-faced gunman, with different weapons.

The man standing at the back was afraid that he was more than a foot tall, and the black iron bow was also surprisingly big. Looking at the shape of this person's arm, the three-stone bow is not the limit.

The person standing at the front is neither tall nor short, and the place not covered by the scarf is as white and tender as a girl, but the index finger of the middle finger of his right hand is strangely slender, and he is afraid that he is a master of making secret weapons.

"One fights nine, it's really a life. ”

With that, the monkey-faced gunman shook the spear in his hand, and the spear turned into three sections, connected by its own chain in the middle. Goodbye monkey-faced spearman shook off the spear divided into three sections, and it was as nimble as a snake than a nine-section whip.

"Your Excellency is not a swordsman, nor is it like a person from the Zhu family in Lincheng, so why protect each other with your life. ”

Monkey Face thought of an excuse, and although he wanted to, he just responded immediately.

The monkey-faced gunman is just curious about one thing, could it be that the one who secretly protects Zhu Yinuo is one top-notch swordsman after another?

I heard the monkey-faced gunman grinning and said, "Although grandpa is not from his Zhu family in Lincheng, grandpa is also half of the Moxian Mo family Zhuangzi, can grandpa not care about this matter?"

The black-clothed man who was good at using hidden weapons shook his head slightly, as if he was helpless and pity, and listened to him: "Since it was the old man of the Mo family who recruited him and escorted the little prince, he had to offend." ”

The word "offended" is very clear, the sound is like a carving knife, the tail note is not dispersed, and three people have surrounded the monkey-faced gunman.

The monkey-faced gunman closed his eyes, the monkey-faced armor did not cover his mouth and nose, and he saw that the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he heard a "give it up"!

One dozen nine, the shape of the spear in the monkey-faced gunman's hand changed to each other, one moment three guns, another silver bright spear, flexible and changeable, near or far, the nine assassins couldn't do anything about him.

The big archer saw the gap and stepped out, but before he could draw his bow and arrows, he heard the sound of the wind. The archer was in a hurry to dodge, but the short spearman quickly leaped over, jumped up, and struck the temple with a punch.

When he landed, his eyes rolled and he died.

The monkey-faced gunman landed on the ground, shook his right hand vigorously, and muttered, "This stupid big man, why is it as hard as a dungpit stone." ”

Turning his head to look at the frightened eight people, he grinned, and the laughter was really like a monkey in the woods. Without waiting to come back to his senses, the spear shot again, moving like a dragon. The silver light flashed, and after a few gaps, a scream was heard, which was heartbreaking.

The secret weapon connoisseur's right hand was missing two fingers, which were his proud middle finger and index finger.

Miaomiao, that shot stabbed away, and actually cut off two fingers one by one, and the incision was frighteningly smooth.

"Okay, grandpa is old and can't stand the toss of his good grandchildren. These two disobedient people, grandpa has already taught a lesson, you guys, it's almost over, it's time to disperse. ”

With that, he divided the spear into three sections and hung it on his waist, and strode towards the path beside the official road.

The eight assassins were stunned on the spot, and after a while, one of them tore off his mask and knelt on the ground and cried.

The other seven were silent at the moment, and the secret weapon expert didn't say anything and dispersed?

The assassination failed, and I am afraid that I will have no life to go back.

However, one of the seven silent black-clothed assassins frowned in thought.

Short gunslingers, how many people are there in the rivers and lakes?

The eight Assassins were planning how to survive, when they suddenly felt the cold wind and the atmosphere thin.

No, it's not that the air is thin, it's that I feel a lot of pressure and can't help but breathe.

Qi Qi turned his head to look, and fifty steps away, a rickety old man in black walked slowly with a rotten wooden cane.

"Hehehe, dolls, since you are here, stay in Moxian as a guest, don't leave. ”

A few hours later, on the roof of a restaurant within the city walls of Jinling City, the swordsman of Yi Shuihan on duty today coincidentally was the swordsman in the blue cloth and the green cloth in the same uniform.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, the two carps who were originally lying comfortably on the bamboo chairs jumped up and looked at the city gate.

About a quarter of the pillar of incense was touched, and the gate of the city was in chaos. Men rushed in on horseback, and no one stopped them.

This short-sighted goods are naturally Zhu Yinuo, the city gate is in chaos, and it is also because the city guard officer saw that the little prince was so embarrassed, and immediately ordered to block the city gate, and the nearly 100 soldiers with the army were also in a state of armedness in an instant.

The eyes of the two on the city wall exchanged, and the swordsman in the blue cloth military suit did not say a word, his figure flashed, and his wonderful posture flew over Jinling City.

The swordsman in the green cloth military uniform also flickered, flew out, and went straight to the city wall.

When the soldiers on the city wall saw it, they immediately beckoned with spears and halberds.

The swordsman in the green cloth military uniform flashed back a few times, and at the same time took out the token from his waist. The copper token is carved with a white bird on the edge, and a large character is engraved in the center, a "Zhu" character.

The soldier immediately knelt down on one knee, and the swordsman in the green cloth military uniform ignored it, and walked straight to the head of the city, looking out of the city.

A quarter of an hour, half an hour, an hour, nothing changes. Goodbye to the swordsman in the green cloth military uniform raised his hand, and the voice spread a hundred steps: "Open the city gate!"

Besides, in Jinling City, he waited for Zhu Yinuo to step into the gate of the palace, and was dumbfounded by what he saw. The chief steward of the palace stood at the rockery screen, and beside him was a team of swordsmen in green clothes, and behind him, people flickered and flickered······

"Grandchildren have seen grandfather······"

Without waiting for the words to fall, the old prince smashed the porcelain cup with unfinished tea soup. is impartial, right in the center of Zhu Yinuo's eyebrows, the pain, the old prince is obviously full of strength, it can be seen how angry the old prince is now.

The old prince didn't say much, got up and strode towards the inner courtyard.

Zhu Yinuo looked at the old butler innocently, but when he saw the old man in charge sighing, he shook his head, he walked to the side of the little master and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

Zhu Yinuo was about to speak, but was preempted by the old man in charge, listening to his voice like thunder, and said: "From now on, no one is allowed to let the little prince out of the house without the king's order." Violators, beheaded, no forgiveness!"

Zhu Yinuo's eyes widened instantly, and he was about to justify, but the old man in charge had already gone away. However, the old man in charge actually walked outside the house.

The old man in charge had just left the house, and before he could turn the corner, someone fell from the wall and stood behind him.

The old man in charge was also a little crying and laughing, this, he turned around and slapped it, and the swordsman in the blue cloth military suit dodged one by one. The old man in charge raised his leg to kick again, and the swordsman in the blue cloth military suit used his strength to glide backwards for three or four feet.

"Uncle Yan, get down to business······

"Old man, I have something to do!"

"What's the matter?"

The chief steward of the palace, known as Yan Bo, was actually worried, and his sorrow showed on his face, and he wanted to cry but did not shed tears, and his heartache made the swordsman in the blue cloth military suit panic. Without waiting for him to ask, Yan Bo patted him lightly on the shoulder, said seriously, and said, "Yun Liu'er, people should live well, and if they want to die, they must die like a character." ”

"Yanbo, what's the situation?"

Yan Bo looked at the blue-clothed swordsman in the martial suit who he called Yun Liu'er, and laughed again, obviously, pretending to be relieved, and listened to him: "Sanheng and their team are all dead. ”

Yun Liu'er's eyes widened, and the eyeballs seemed to pop out of his sockets, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Three, three, three Heng, they are all dead?"

"Liu'er, so, you have to be chic to live. As for the daughter-in-law, don't delay the girl. ”

Yun Liu'er blinked violently, frowned and thought hard, marry a daughter-in-law?

No, there are eleven people in Sanheng's team, and all eleven of them are dead, what kind of opponent?

"Uncle Yan, if the prince needs it, Yun Liu'er is willing, this cheap life will die in the cold city. ”

When Yan Bo heard this, he was happy, and the sorrow of talking to the old prince about Sanheng's team and Zhu Yinuo's stunned behavior was also scattered outside the nine heavens. Yan Bo suddenly remembered a person, yes, he saw the shadow of that person from this Yi Shuihan third-class swordsman.

"Okay, Liu'er, if you really go to Cold City one day, remember to try a pot of stirring spoons. Take the place of the salt and taste more. ”

Yun Liu'er didn't understand, but when he heard what Yan Bo said, he also understood that Han Cheng might really send him over.

Yan Bo walked away slowly, walked slowly, and sang slowly, only listening to the old voice in the wind singing: "The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will not return once he is gone, ah, he will not return ······"

The wind disperses the song, but it does not blow the sorrow of the singer.

"Liu'er, go back to the guards, and do one thing for Uncle Yan first. ”

Yun Liu'er put her hands to her mouth to make a horn shape, and asked loudly: "You always say it!"

"Go and you'll understand. ”

As Yan Bo thought, Yi Shuihan's swordsmen are also ranked, and the division of these ranks is also quite simple, and he speaks with his cultivation ability.

For example, third-class swordsmen like Yun Liu'er mostly entered the realm of ancestors in martial arts, and most of these swordsmen lurked in Jinling, Lincheng, or other cities, doing all kinds of different jobs, and they were spies sent out by the old Zhu family.

It is one level lower than Yun Liu'er and the Qingbu martial arts swordsman, and the fourth-class swordsman is mostly in the two-pole realm, and there are also leaders who have entered the ancestor. Most of these swordsmen are some basic assassination and escort tasks, and the number also accounts for six or seven out of ten of Yi Shuihan.

Naturally, the second-class swordsman who is one level higher than the two of them is a lot higher than the third-class swordsman.

The second-class swordsmen are the middle or upper class of the ancestors, and a few have entered the threshold of the flood famine. There are not many such swordsmen, and the proportion of Yi Shuihan is only a little more than 10%.

In the world, this kind of martial arts cultivation is already a master, and it is naturally responsible for the more difficult assassination, or the secret protection tasks of some important people.

And the first-class swordsman, I am afraid that there are only six people who know the number, the king of Jinling, the prince Zhu Jiannan, the three giants, and the sixth person is the chief steward of the palace, Yan Bo.

Sanheng's team was a little special in Yi Shuihan, there was a famine in Bancheng, they wandered all the way to Lincheng with the people of the village, and were discovered by Yi Shuihan's people, and praised the treasure dug up in the homeless pile.

Even the old prince of Jinling was shocked that there could be sixteen young sword embryos of the same age in one village. This can't help but arouse suspicion, there is no problem with the secret tone, and I am glad that all of them are carefully polished by Yi Shuihan.

Yi Shuihan's establishment is stricter than that of the army, but these sixteen young people are a little special, their biggest flaw is that they are scattered and easy to be broken one by one. Similarly, their biggest advantage is that wolves hunt tigers and dominate the mountains.

In seven or eight years, only five of these sixteen people were lost, and now, the remaining eleven people died at one time.

Eleven people on the way to secretly protect Zhu Yinuo died together, how can the old dragon king not be angry, and the little grandson can come back unharmed, as the true ancestor blesses.

Yun Liu'er suddenly wanted to drink, and even thought about it, and her throat began to dry and burn.

He leaped onto the roof, and ran away.

He went to an inconspicuous alley and found an inconspicuous wine shed, and asked for a cheap pot of burning knives. The shopkeeper was a hunchbacked old man in his sixties, and he watched the young man grunt and drink from the crockpot, shook his head, and went on to work.

Yun Liu'er drank enough wine and began to close his eyes, and the middle finger and index finger of both hands were together, making a sword finger.

He frowned and meditated, rehearsing in his mind the scene where the eleven swordsmen of the Sanheng First Team died. He went from the encirclement and suppression of the Sanheng team by an army of 100 people, to the confrontation between two teams with the same number, and then to the fact that one person was free from eleven people, and easily took his life.

All the scene guesses, Yun Liu'er does not let go of every detail. Finally, not to mention the corners of his forehead, even his coarse linen clothes were soaked with sweat.

What he finally guessed was the flaw of the combined sword style "the wind is blowing and the clouds are flying" and "the wind is sluggish and the water is cold", yes, the swordsman of Yi Shui Han is proud of the flaw of the sword move to save his life.

He closed his eyes again, and twelve people appeared in his mind, eleven of them were wearing green clothes and holding a three-foot sword, and one person was wearing a red coat and the sword in his hand was about two feet and four.

The sword in the hand of the red-clothed swordsman is not long or short, and each sword is a backhand move, and in the same way, each sword is a sword blade that cuts through the blade of the blue-clothed swordsman, and then follows the blade to get close to the opponent, and then thunderstruck, killing with a sword.

Thinking of this, Yun Liu'er's legs were weak, as if she didn't have the strength to stand up anymore.

He forgot an important thing, he forgot, there was a silly boy in Sanheng's team, that silly little fat man named Dapeng, his martial arts cultivation was the pinnacle of the wilderness. Assuming that Sanheng and the other swordsmen are all in the middle of the Flood Desolation, ten Flood Desolation Realms and a team of people at the peak of the Flood Desolation will be able to compete with one person?

Could it be that person is in the Hongmeng realm?

Hongmeng, the desolation, but the difference between a realm, is it really like a chasm?

When Yun Liu'er came out of the wine shed, two dolls walked out from behind the stove of the wine shed, or should I say two people who looked like two dolls.

The boy sighed, his voice was unpleasant, so unpleasant that he wanted to beat people, and he said, "Xiaoxiao, I'm afraid this doll's Dao heart is useless." ”

The girl also sighed, and the voice was in stark contrast to the boy, as pleasant as a oriole, and she answered: "Yes, if this seedling is more diligent, the future is immeasurable." It's a pity that there is a mountain of gold around me, and after a few years, I still haven't found it. ”

"It's better to follow Xiao Yanzi's meaning and let this doll go to the cold city for some training. ”

The girl's eyebrows were deeply locked, and passers-by would mistakenly think that she was pretending to be old-fashioned. Only these two people know that even if it takes another fifty years, I am afraid that the two of them will not be able to make flesh into their hearts and cultivate them as hard as stones.

"Do you know the identity and background of the child who travels with this doll every day?"

"Got it, it's too late. ”

"The last disciple of the old man Zhuge family, should the two of us also remember the old relationship?"

"The junior's road is too smooth, and he can't go far. ”