Liu Chaolei waved casually behind him. The dozen or so nodded lightly and headed towards the darkness further inward.

The iron-clad young general was kept by him.

The young general stepped forward and said, "My lord, with only Cheng personally guarding them, I'm afraid it will be difficult to leave all those Hongchen Hall thieves, how can I not go ......"

Liu Chaolei looked at the sad look between the eyebrows of the young man he had tried his best to cultivate beside him and smiled.

"You're worried about their safety. Don't worry, the guys who are fighting with that gang of thieves in the rain now are not simple, they will not be in danger if they go. ”

Then, he smiled helplessly, "Moreover, even if you and I are both on it, we can't catch all these people." Even if you can catch one, it's already good. ”

"Impossible, with the cultivation of adults and the ...... of martial arts" The young general was a little unconvinced.

"They can walk by light skill and the camouflage stealth that they have long mastered, and in this weather, it is really a tiger that makes them escape. Liu Chaolei waved his hand again, "My whereabouts can't be revealed yet, and Cheng Zi is wearing a blue suit, which is difficult to find in the rain, which is different from other catchers." ”

"Qiu Lingguan is afraid that he is in a hurry at the yamen at this time. ”

"Heh, why do I need him to bother me when I, Liu Chaolei, do things?"

His right arm reached out of the window, hooking the eaves.

chuckling, through the endless falling rain, the slaughter came straight into view.

The cold wind greeted his face, and he was really strategic.

"Look, let's go!"

In the rain, with a sharp killing machine.

Mo Haoqiong's whole body had been dragged with many blood injuries, but fortunately, none of them were fatal.

The madness in Mu Chen's eyes intensified, while Lao Ju was not trembling at all.

The pair of swords in the rain danced faster and faster, as if they knew Mo Haoqiong's fatigue, and the offensive combo was breathless.

And interspersed with it was a cold, positive, and Tang knife that was slashed with force, so that Mo Haoqiong needed to do his best to parry the Tang knife while trying his best to parry the sword.

I can't hold it anymore.

After Mo Haoqiong once again resisted this hard blow, Han Zimei flew out of her hand and escaped into the rain.

He was not willing to smile bitterly.

But the two people in front of them didn't smile, they just pointed their knives and swords at Mo Haoqiong and slashed straight at them.

It's not too late to laugh when the expensive head has given them a bounty.

Accidents are rife.

A few spears burst out of the rain as the two of them tried to take advantage of the victory.

Mu Chen easily flashed sideways and frowned.

The spears were silently withdrawn, and Mo Haoqiong escaped into the depths of the rain curtain.

"Are you about to get together?" Mu Chen stood firm, looked at the empty and vague distance, and turned his head and asked.

Lao Ju shook his head, "But there is no movement on the Yamen's side." ”

"We may have been exposed, and the catch may come in a very short time, and it will be difficult for me to leave when the time comes!" Mu Chen was a little anxious, his eyes looked in the direction where Mo Haoqiong had gone, and then looked at the fierce snow falling in the Mo Feng competition.

Lao Ju squinted, a little unwilling to let this valuable head run away like this, but after thinking about it, he accepted the Tang knife and turned around and left directly.

"Let's go. ”

"Don't you save them?!" Mu Chen grabbed Lao Ju's shoulder, a little incredulous.

"Save what? They don't have legs?"

"They don't know that the government will encircle and suppress them soon, and they are fighting fiercely at this time, and it is difficult to get out!"

Lao Ju slapped away Mu Chen's hand on his shoulder with one palm, and carefully looked at the young man who was embarrassed in the rain, and finally turned into a sneer.

"If you think it's okay, you can save it, there can still be a chivalrous assassin like you in Hongchen Hall, it's really a big joke. ”

After speaking, Lao Ju waved his sleeve robe, which had been wet by the rain, and walked towards the young man who came with him.

He was now grappling with the leader, and his powerful moves were easily avoided by the leader every time.

The leader came to another dodge that seemed to be barely grasped, avoiding another air sweep of the boy's legs, and once again touched a gap in the boy's legs, grabbing it with his claws.

Wrong.

The leader keenly smelled the abnormal situation of the battle situation, and without hesitation, he withdrew the claw attack that could be missed.

Suddenly.

Slash with a knife!

The knife cut through the boundary, and the unspeakable boundary was split from top to bottom, and the stagnant water underneath was completely divided.

A moment of knife intent!

The leader kicked back more than ten steps, and his back felt wet again. This is not rain, this is sweat!

Lao Ju didn't chase and put away his knife.

That meaning disappeared again as Tang's knife was unsheathed, and he was nothing more than a ruthless and unrighteous assassin.

It's not very ruthless either.

Lao Ju kicked the young man who got up in the rain and was about to charge again, "Ergou, go." ”

Wang Ergou staggered to his feet and glared at the leader not far away, "Let's go now?"

"What are you doing?"

Lao Ju was impatient, pulled his hair straight up, and dragged him away.

This old chrysanthemum left the leader with the last smirk, and disappeared into the rain with Wang Ergou.

Another place.

The figures of the two scuffling were like flying in the rain.

The ink wind quietly plucked the strings, and the short crossbow in the left palm pointed a short arrow at the snow-covered ribs and stabbed against the wind.

No matter how strong the wind and rain are, at a distance of less than ten inches, the speed of the crossbow bolt can be maintained as before.

That's the fate.

Naturally, Mo Feng couldn't be distracted in the midst of such a dense fight, so the two-handed crossbow only had six chances to fire, and now it was the fourth.

The frost on her palms flickered.

The short crossbow entered the rain, wiping the snow-soaked skin into the distance.

Mo Feng's complexion did not change, and he wanted to kick his legs.

Out of nowhere, a fierce person flew out, interrupting Mo Feng's sharp kick.

The sword at the man's waist still shimmered in the rain.

He didn't have a trace of mud and water in his right hand to hook up his snow-soaked waist, and his left hand caught the green umbrella and fled without a trace.

Mo Feng took a half step back as if he was uncomfortable.

After taking a few breaths in the rain, and knowing that the two were indeed leaving, he slowly put away his crossbow, and the smile on his face became much thicker.

It's good, it's good. Everything is under control.

This is a plan that only Liu Chaolei and him know.

His eyes were so irritated by the rain that he narrowed uncomfortably.

This Li Yi calculates, really, something.

Gently holding back and coughing a few times, Mo Feng raised his eyes and looked towards the farthest half-step kill.

I got sick again with the rain. If the little sister knew, she would definitely be worried and blamed again.

Let's talk about the distance.

The half-step kill forced back Zhao Qingqiu's neck with his strength, and strode backwards to dodge.

His back had touched a sharp object.

Half-step kill stiff head. He didn't see a human figure, he saw the edges of several spears.

There is no way back.

The rain hasn't stopped.

In the distance, tall buildings.

That Liu Chaolei laughed wildly.