The moonlight is like water, cool and quiet.

Yan Shan sat quietly outside the attic, leaning lightly against the window lattice, sleeping on the moon.

Suddenly, a figure appeared on the eaves. Dressed in a brocade robe, holding a folding fan, and carrying a deerskin bag on his waist, he is gentle and elegant, and he is a handsome son! The person who came was Tang Qing, a descendant of the Tang Sect in Shuzhong.

Yan Shan didn't seem to be aware of it, and his expression remained unchanged.

Tang Qing noticed that less than a foot away from Yan Shan's right hand was a sword, with a broken scabbard and a rusty hilt. But when the eye touches it, it doesn't feel awe. He knew that the sword must be terrifying. He muttered, "Aren't you afraid of my move?"

Yan Shan replied differently, and said lightly: "Why don't you make a move?"

Tang Qing frowned and said, "Why did I want to make a move?"

"Then why are you here?" Yan Shan still didn't open his eyes.

Tang Qing snorted coldly: "Keep an eye on you, so as not to cause trouble." ”

Yan Shan chuckled lightly and said slowly: "Only the dead will not make extraneous branches. The reason why you don't make a move is because you are not sure. ”

Tang Qing said lightly: "You and I are only five steps apart, are you really confident to dodge the unparalleled Tang Sect secret weapon in the world?"

Yan Shan shook his head slightly, and said softly: "First, you are only chic, holding a folding fan, and you are not wearing deerskin gloves, how can you send out a secret weapon at the first time? You and I are only five steps apart, and we can tell the difference between life and death in the blink of an eye." ”

Hearing this, Tang Qing's face changed slightly, and cold sweat couldn't help but break out in his palms.

Yan Shan looked indifferent and continued: "The secret weapon of the Tang Sect is unparalleled in the world, but the sword in my hand cannot be desecrated in the slightest. Even if it's a peerless old man, he's not sure, let alone you?"

"You don't want to be rampant!" he said, pinning the folding fan to his waist.

"If you still want to watch the play, don't move. The voice was very soft, but there was a faint murderous intent.

Tang Qing only felt chills all over his body, and his hands froze in mid-air.

Yan Shan said lightly: "In your opinion, no one will be willing to make a mortal enmity with the powerful Shuzhong Tang Sect. You think that as long as I don't make a move, I will never make a move. It's a pity you're wrong. Tonight, since you are here, it will either be your death or my death. ”

Tang Qing couldn't help laughing at himself, and his mood calmed down. As a descendant of the Tang family, he is not afraid of death. Even if he knows that he is invincible, he will fight to the death. He smiled lightly and said, "What if the door master comes in person tonight?"

Yan Shan secretly admired that the children of the Tang Sect were really not afraid of life and death. He chuckled, "Then my mood may be similar to yours at this time. ”

At this moment, countless people in black poured out of the streets and alleys. In just a few moments, the General's Mansion was surrounded by iron buckets.

The night was like water, and the general's mansion was still calm.

"Up!"

As soon as the words fell, nearly 100 people in black climbed onto the wall at the same time and jumped into the courtyard. Then, nearly 100 men in black climbed the gable......

Suddenly, in the attic, outside the corridor, and in the garden, dozens of torches lit up at the same time, and in an instant, the general's palace was like daylight.

"Shoot the arrows!"

At the sound of an order, a burst of arrows broke through the air.

By the night, the arrows came suddenly, and the man in black was caught off guard, and for a while, the sound of miserable screams and wails came and went. Some were killed, some were wounded, and some were unscathed......

"Open the door!"

Hearing this, dozens of black-clothed men waved their blades to block arrows as they retreated towards the gate.

Soon after, there were dozens of corpses of men in black at the door.

With a "creak", the main door opened, and the man in black poured into the general's mansion like a tide.

At the same time, countless soldiers were killed in all directions, facing the man in black.

The men in black are all good at the underworld, and the soldiers are all elite in a hundred battles, and the sound of gold and iron is endless. When the narrow road meets, the brave wins, and this battle is destined to be tragic.

In an attic, brightly lit, two generals, a man and a woman, dressed in armor, sat precariously. The man is burly and magnificent, and it is the handsome Han Shizhong. The woman's eyes are like electricity, heroic and cool, and the woman does not let her eyebrows be shaved, but she is the anti-gold heroine Liang Hongyu. Behind them, the two young generals stood with guns, indifferent, like the rising red sun, like a whistling valley milk tiger, if they don't sound, they are amazing. It was the young marshal Han Yi and the pioneer Liang Xing.

Not far away, on the wall, dozens of black shadows stood quietly. The black cloth covered his face, revealing only a pair of cold and deep eyes.

"In tonight's battle, what do you think the general's mansion has a chance of winning?" Yan Shan looked indifferent.

The corners of Tang Qing's mouth rose slightly, and he chuckled: "Marshal Han's command is all elite in a hundred battles, but there are only more than a hundred people! The other party has two thousand underworld masters, and dozens of Tang Sect masters are eyeing each other, and perhaps, there are thousands of Xiangyang defenders ready to attack. In contrast, the number of wins and losses speaks for itself. ”

Yan Shan was noncommittal, and said lightly: "What about more than 100 people? As for the masters of the Tang Sect, they do have the capital to be proud. But Marshal Han and his wife are also strong in the world, and there are two tiger generals on the side, so they can fight. The thousands of Xiangyang defenders are the key to victory or defeat. As soon as the words fell, his eyes suddenly opened, as bright as stars in the dark night. At the same time, the rusty sword suddenly unsheathed. The other figure flashed, like an arrow off the string, and went straight to Tang Qing.

Tang Qing only felt a burst of terrifying killing intent coming at him. He threw away the folding fan and without hesitation put his hands into the deerskin pouch......

Suddenly, a sword light streaked across the night sky, and life came to an abrupt end.

Tang Qing slowly fell, his hands still in the deerskin pouch. His face was calm, and a shallow mark of blood appeared on his throat.

The folding fan opened in the night, danced, and eventually fell into the dust.

Yan Shan held the rusty long sword and muttered to himself, "In this battle tonight, I am the only variable. With your martial arts cultivation, although you can't kill me, you can restrain me to the death. You overestimated the Tang Sect in Shuzhong, but the unparalleled old man misjudged me. I am not a child of a family, nor am I a gentleman, and in my eyes, some things are worthless at all. ”

A fresh breeze blew, leaving only a cold corpse lying quietly outside the attic. Read the latest chapter of "Sword Killing Claw Book House" for free for the first time.