The world is very big, the rivers and lakes are very wide, it seems that people in troubled times are chasing something, no matter fame and fortune, high and low, people seem to strive to be the strongest, the only one in the world. However, there is no so-called first in the world in this world, a mountain is higher than a mountain, there will always be something you can't see, but not seeing does not mean that there is not, everything is just the artistic conception that everyone imagines. Sometimes, contentment is the king of survival, otherwise you can only be a stepping stone for others.

The mighty royal army slowly walked towards Shaolin, so that all the people encountered along the way retreated, and could only wait and see from afar, and there was no rumored possible rebel attack, everything seemed to be going well, and it seemed to be like a false alarm.

But some people may not know that the reason why it went so smoothly was because someone stopped those possible attacks and took on the dangers that they should have bore in the first place.

In the rear of this large army, a man and a horse slowly followed, like one of them who had lost his way, but walked in the same direction, the same purpose.

This person is none other than Long Crescent, who has been lurking in the capital, of course he has not lost his way, he knows very well what he should do. Unintentionally, it meant that he was to keep an eye on the Xianwang Mansion and the Seven Xianwang, so when the large army left the capital, he also followed all the way.

But at this moment, it was not only the enemy in his heart, but also the figure who was reading by candlelight, the man who sat in the last Luan in the army.

Looking at the Luan Driver in the distance, almost out of sight, Long Xinyue frowned, there seemed to be a trace of struggle in his eyes, and there was something he had never seen before.

In the middle of the same poor country, there was a figure that was also riding a horse slowly, a young man, who was constantly looking around at everything he could see, as if he was looking for something, without a trace of expression on his face, and looked a little dignified.

At this moment, several other horses neighed and followed, and came to the young man's side, and one of the old men looked around, then at the young man, frowned, and said slowly: "How is it?

When the young man heard the old man's words, he couldn't help but shake the folding fan in his hand hard, and shook his head slowly, as if he was a little annoyed.

"It's okay, look for it slowly, they can't run far, I've sent everyone to find it, even if they have wings, don't try to escape this catastrophe. The old man barely squeezed out a smile and said affirmatively, as if to comfort the somewhat frustrated young man in front of him.

This young man was none other than Nangong Chu, and the person next to him who was obviously more calm was none other than Murong Qianhe, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance. They were chasing the enemy, the enemy who had escaped from the ruined manor. They had already fought a bloody battle there, with both sides killed and wounded, and finally the enemy broke out of the encirclement and fled.

Nangong Chu was not confused, he just felt a little annoyed, his own number was originally possessed, and he should not have let the enemy escape, but now he has lost the trace of the other party, as if he disappeared out of thin air, so he has a trace of frustration, and feels that he has failed to live up to his unintentional trust, because among those who escaped, there is a person with extremely high martial arts, and it is likely to be a very important core figure of the other party.

Nangong Chu didn't speak again, but looked down at a dart he was holding in one of his hands, a swallow dart. Looking at this familiar déjà vu dart, his brow furrowed even deeper, and his intuition told him that the owner of this dart was definitely not just a simple killer.

Just then, another group of horses came up from behind, and seemed to be in a hurry, until the horses were almost about to rush into the crowd before they began to pull the reins.

Murong Qianhe glared at the person who came, and said dissatisfiedly: "What's the matter?" He hates his own people messing around the most, this is undoubtedly giving the enemy a chance, a chance to take advantage of it.

The person who came shrunk his neck, didn't care about the explanation, with a hint of disbelief, and said directly: "I found it, they didn't leave the neighborhood, and after we left, they inexplicably turned back, if it weren't for one of us who left something there and went back to find it, it almost made them get confused." ”

"Who?" Murong Qianhe asked with a frown, in fact, he already knew who it was, but he just wanted to confirm it again.

"It was the people who had fled from the manor, and they turned back and hid in the manor. The visitor said with a smile with a hint of puzzlement.

Hearing the same answer again, Murong Qianhe smiled, he was laughing at the enemy's audacity and recklessness. The most dangerous place is the safest, and that's what the enemy thinks. But as soon as he thought of this, he heard a sharp neigh, and a figure had turned around and rushed out on horseback.

This person who rushed out, except for Nangong Chu, had no one else, and he didn't want the enemy to escape from his hands again, because it was about the gap between him and that person, and it was also about the trace of dignity in front of her that only he cared about.

Looking at Nangong Chu, who had already returned the same way, Murong Qianhe shook his head, and quickly followed with the rest of the people, towards the manor where too much blood had been shed.

Fifty miles away from the capital, in a dilapidated manor, the courtyard is full of corpses, and the ground has been full of blood, like a human purgatory, telling that there was once a life-and-death fight here.

In a room with broken doors and windows, there was a group of people, about twenty of them, some reclining on chairs, and some even sitting directly on the floor. All of them were more or less wounded, and they all looked extremely tired, as if they had experienced more than this battle.

A blue-clad figure was sitting on the only bed in the room, and one of his men was bandaging the wound on his arm, the pain making his brow furrow from time to time.

This is a middle-aged man, a middle-aged man who has been on the battlefield for a long time, because his face, bare arms and chest, there are scars everywhere, some old and some new, from his dissatisfied scars, it seems that he can already see the cruelty of this vast rivers and lakes, even tragic.

At this moment, a man covered in blood ran in in a panic, he had been outside, but now he had abandoned his duty and staggered in, his face pale and a hint of despair.

"What's wrong?" the middle-aged man in blue stared coldly at his subordinate and asked in a deep voice, seemingly a little unhappy.

"It's back, it's back. The man kept repeating the same sentence as if talking to himself, and his face was as dead as ashes.

"What's back?" As soon as the man in blue heard the words of this subordinate, he immediately pushed away another subordinate who was bandaging his wounds, and asked loudly, but in fact, he seemed to have guessed the answer in his heart, but there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"They, they're back, they're coming back here. The man kept shaking his head and said in despair.

The man in blue finally believed it, he knew that he had guessed correctly, he didn't expect the enemy to turn back again, he originally thought that he could escape this catastrophe by hiding from the sky and the sea. So, he looked at his men who were sitting in all directions, and said loudly, "Hurry up." But as soon as he took a step, he suddenly froze in place, because it was too late.

Just as the middle-aged man in blue had just finished speaking, he saw that his subordinates who were standing at the door and came back to report the news suddenly fell to the ground, motionless, and his back, I don't know when it was already full of silver needles, just like that, without a sound, it had already ended the life of the wind man.

Immediately afterward, there was a faint sound of breaking the air, and then countless silver needles flew in from between the broken doors and windows like lightning, mercilessly piercing everything in the room that could pierce into it.

There was a scream, and several of the people who were sitting in the room had been stabbed, their eyes turned white and convulsed, and soon they were silent. The silver needle is a silver needle, but no one believes it, or does not want to believe it, how the owner of the silver needle can prick the needle so accurately and so quickly without looking at people.

At this moment, a figure descended from the sky and slowly appeared at the door of the room, staring at a pair of cold eyes, staring coldly at the middle-aged man in blue who was still standing beside the bed. It was none other than Nangong Chu who rushed to the scene after receiving the news, it was Nangong Chu who came to kill people.

The middle-aged man in blue looked at the young man who suddenly appeared at the door motionless, and couldn't help but show a wry smile, and the inexplicable tension before couldn't help but disappear, maybe he had seen everything and knew that he had no way back.

"Who the hell are you, looking at your silver needle technique, it should be under the Furong Hall, right?" the middle-aged man in blue looked at Nangong Chu and asked slowly. He is still a little knowledgeable, and he recognized the technique of Nangong Chu's silver needle, and it is no wonder that the person who can make the silver needle so superb, except for the people of Furong Hall, cannot find a second home in the rivers and lakes. But what he knew was that the Furong Hall seemed to have always only accepted female disciples, and had never heard of any male disciples.

"For your death's sake, I can answer you, yes, you guessed it. Nangong Chu looked at the middle-aged man in blue coldly and said expressionlessly.

"It is worthy of being the disciple of Furong Hall, and I have received it. The middle-aged man in blue said slowly, and then seemed to remember something, and said: "Then the person I want to send you here to kill me should be the blood knife unintentionally, right?" He knew what the relationship between Furong Hall and the Phantom Sound Pavilion was, and even more so what the relationship between the Phantom Sound Pavilion and the Blood Knife Wuxin was, which was already a conclusion that did not need to be inferred.

"It's too late to understand now, because you're going to die. Blue fox?" Nangong Chu tilted his head, looked at the middle-aged man in blue coldly, and said with a sneer. He had heard Wuxin say that in addition to the Blood Shadow, Red Feather's other group belonged to a killer organization called Blue Fox, and like Blood Shadow, they were also the two backbones of Red Feather, and they were also the only two. And the leader of the blue fox is a man called the blue fox.

When the middle-aged man in blue heard Nangong Chu's words, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and frowned......