He didn't answer, his right hand holding the short dagger suddenly exerted force, and suddenly broke free from Zhang Jianyun's control, but in an instant, Zhang Jianyun's dagger once again logically stuck his short dagger.

"Are you Xu Honglin?"

Zhang Jianyun's salty question sounded again, and the dagger around his neck seeped into his flesh and blood.

If you enter another inch, it will be fatal.

He let go of his right hand in surrender, letting the dagger fall to the ground.

The jingle is crisp and distinct.

"It's not. ”

"Are you Xu Honglin?"

Zhang Jianyun asked again, with a very unreasonable attitude. And after his dagger landed, Zhang Jianyun put the dagger in his left hand back into his waist, kicked away the poisonous dagger at his feet, and watched it roll into the darkness of the corridor.

Zhang Jianyun's left hand immediately clasped his hands behind him and pressed him against the wall.

He whispered, "Not really. ”

Zhang Jianyun didn't answer, she heard that something was wrong.

And footsteps!

He quickly kicked open the wooden door in front of him, pulled his left hand, slammed his head with the bottom of the knife with his right hand, and kicked him into the door with his right foot.

Turning back slightly, I closed the door by the way.

She believed in the strength of her hand, and this knock was enough to make the man sleep peacefully until tomorrow morning.

The footsteps suddenly stopped, and by the signs of the hurried hearings, there were at least four of them.

Zhang Jianjun didn't choose to wake up everyone in the room with a loud shout, which would only startle the snake, and she believed that there was one person who would definitely wake up.

Pacing slowly against the wooden wall, she didn't know if the men had spotted her and dealt with the man she had just done. The strangest thing is not here, but why are their footsteps gone?

Zhang Jianyun stretched out his head and looked towards the door.

Her left eye glowed with silver.

Her eyesight could still stay half a foot away in the dark, but it wasn't enough.

Stretch out your right hand, put your thumb together in your palm, hook your thumb with your index finger, fan the remaining three fingers, and raise it towards the vines on the beam.

She could see his movements clearly when he entered the house.

The vines seemed to have just been woken up by Zhang Jianyun, and the leaves on the layers stretched their bodies for a long time, and the tips of the leaves began to emit fluorescence.

The entire corridor lit up.

Around her neck, a thin needle glowed green, hanged from above by an imperceptible silk thread.

It's only a few inches off.

Surprise!

Drawing out the dagger on his waist and slashing it at the silk thread, his right hand loosened sharply, and the agitated force made the dagger stick to the palm of his hand and rotated in mid-air, Zhang Jianyun used absolute concentration to clamp the poisonous needle between the two fingers of his left hand, rolled down to the ground, and threw it violently from above.

A dark shadow clings to the top, like a bat.

The bat swayed its robe, and the silver needle was unloaded by the wind, and when it reached the beams of the house, it fell to the ground weakly.

Along with the silver needle landed, there was also this bat.

The wood grain at the top cracked layer by layer, and the power of this person's kick was terrifying!

Zhang Jianyun saw his kick clearly, and stepped back sideways, not intending to be tough head-on.

The not very strong internal force is infused from Huang Ting to the limbs and bones, and the feeling of mastering the power is often very inflated, but the actual combat experience has never made Zhang Jianyun slack at all, and the internal force must not be wasted, because it will be empty.

Just waited for Zhang Jianyun to take half a step back, and her back suddenly felt a strong wind, which made her interrupt her step back, gather strength on her toes, and step on the wall and escape.

Suddenly, a hook and sickle slashed the wind, deeply embedded in the wooden, not solid floor.

With a missed blow, the hook and sickle were pulled back by the chains behind it, back to the rough palms.

Tattered layers of black robes, wrapped in a hunchbacked dwarf.

The iron mask on his face was cold and eerie.

"Hee-hahahahaha......"

The chilling sound of laughter echoed through the room, making people's pores sweat.

"Pretending to be a ghost. ”

Zhang Jianyun had a cold face, his footsteps were connected to the wall, and he ran towards the black robe with a strange smile with a dagger.

The bat landed silently.

A sword stabs in the back!

The robes immediately swelled, and the gale that rose could force the manpower to retreat.

"Hee-hee......-hee-he

The bat laughed and watched the shadow come out of the shadow as he walked out slowly.

Zhao Qingqiu lifted Lan Ye and placed it across his chest.

Frost all over the place.

A house.

The leader is playing a hara, and he looks like he is sleeping very well.

The person who entered the door was extremely frivolous, snorted contemptuously, played with the ghost nail in his hand, and walked slowly to the bed, ready to make his good dream forever.

In the darkness, this person still saw clearly. Holding the ghost nail and aiming it at the leader's chest, ready to stab.

Disgusting, the long tongue curls out, and I can't wait, I want to taste the delicious heart......

Nail it down!

The leader flipped over.

The nail pierced the air behind the leader.

The man withdrew his tongue and felt that something was wrong.

Went around to the other side of the bed, squatted down, and aimed the ghost nail at the leader's chest.

Nail it down!

The leader rolled back over and lay down again.

The nail was stuck in the leader's arm.

Hurt!

The leader woke up violently, stretched out his other hand and gripped the bleeding arm, his eyes wide at the iron mask in front of him.

The man woke up with a look at the leader and thought he was a little regretful. The taste of the heart with human emotions will eventually change, and only the heart of the sleepy, dreamless person is the supreme delicacy......

But he looked at the leader's painful knotted face, and his heart was playful, and he stretched out his long tongue, hooking and turning terrifyingly......

The leader violently pressed his face to an inch of the man's iron face.

Tiger roars!

The absolute ferocity of the beasts of the mountains and forests!

People are afraid of ghosts and tigers, and they have never been afraid.

Another room.

Kuai Baojie swung forward in silence.

Every step he takes is on tiptoe and doesn't make any sound.

He is the most important part of this attack, as long as he kills Xu Mingding, the head of the Yanshan faction, they will have an absolute advantage.

Wood and water for longevity, he is determined to get it.

Hey, that's not right. No one in bed?

It's the man who's woken up.

At the potted plant, Xu Mingding's finger tapped, and the green leaves broadcast a faint fluorescence.

His expression was cold to the freezing point.

"Where is Xu Honglin?"

He didn't call him a dog, a cub, and now it seemed that he had become disillusioned with his son.

Kuai Baojie smiled contemptuously.

"Xu Honglin, he is now my nephew. ”

There was no scene that Kuai Baojie expected, and Xu Ming was not angry, or pretended not to care. The anger on his face was fierce, but he only slowly stood up.

Xu Mingding drew the long sword at his waist and let out a clear sound.

"If I kill you, I can listen to him slowly. ”

And the last room.

The door opened suddenly.

The man in the iron mask was paralyzed and boneless, bleeding from his chest, and was thrown out casually.

Mo Haoqiong's face was cold and frosty, and he came out step by step.

The robe rises without wind.

In his hand he held a brush full of thick ink.

"Since you like to kill people so much, you must not mind, I will take you,

Kill them all. ”