The sky was getting darker and darker, and the battle in the garden of Prince Xiao's mansion was fierce and endless.

If such a fierce fight broke out in the streets, it would soon attract street guards who patrolled the night.

But Prince Xiao's Mansion is a deserted house, and except for the ruins and vacant space left by the fire on the stage, other families are far away, and it may be difficult to attract people to rescue them for a while.

The longer the battle went on, the more unfavorable it was for Mu Yirong, who was weak in human strength, and he began to consciously move towards the edge of the verandah.

The western outer wall he had just climbed into was not too far from the verandah, and he could jump out of it with just a few vertical jumps.

However, the sixth man in black obviously saw through Mu Yirong's thoughts, forced him back into the verandah, and sneered: "Give up! ”

This man in black really talks a lot of nonsense, Mu Yirong is silent, constantly resisting the attacks of the sixth man in black and others in black, looking for a gap, waiting for an opportunity.

In the garden of the deserted house on the other side, three men in black chased closely behind the Seocho, either rushing forward or brandishing the steel knife in their hands to slash, trying to knock the disturbing Seocho out of the air.

The speed of the chickadee Ruicao, who was constantly changing directions, was too fast, and the sharp steel knife did not even hurt a single feather of her, and the three men in black who were struggling to chase after him accidentally almost fell into the well.

The three men in black, who were out of breath, had no choice but to give up the chase for the Seocho, and turned around to join the team besieging Mu Yirong.

As a result, just as the three of them turned around, the chickadee Seocho, which flew high into the air, turned into a blazing white meteor and slammed into the back of a man in black.

The man in black who was hit felt as if he had been wheeled with a sledgehammer on his back, and his body fell on the railing of the verandah at once, so startled that the black-clothed people who were besieging Mu Yirong in the verandah couldn't help but be distracted.

Mu Yirong, who immediately seized this opportunity, jumped up at once, stepped on the back of the black-clothed man who fell on the railing of the verandah, flew out of the verandah, and rushed straight to the west outer wall not far away.

It's just that he didn't run two steps, and a "bang" sounded behind him, and then he suddenly felt a pain in his left calf, his body staggered, and he almost fell.

At the same time as shooting the dart hidden weapon at Mu Yirong, the sixth man in black also jumped out of the verandah, and slashed down the stumbling Mu Yirong's neck with the axe in his hand.

Seeing the chickadee Ruicao hovering in the air, he hurriedly shouted "Be careful" to remind, and then waved his wings and flew like the sixth man in black.

Several sharp steel knives blocked in front of the black-clothed man Lao Liu, and slashed at the flying Ruicao in unison. Without the restrictions of the verandah, several men in black were able to exert their extraordinary attack level of tacit cooperation, and besieged the Ruicao at once.

At the same time, the sixth man in black, who was smiling, kept launching a fierce attack on Mu Yirong, who was limping on his legs.

The kung fu of the sixth man in black is obviously more powerful than the seventh man in black with a hoarse voice, and his strength is also very amazing.

He smiled on his face, and shot very ruthlessly, specifically slashing Mu Yirong's head and neck, with a wolf-like ferocity in his eyes.

Mu Yirong, who was injured in the calf, accidentally fell to the ground after dodging a few attacks, and the sixth man in black took this opportunity to erect an axe and make a move Liu Agarwood split the mountain to save his mother, and cut off Mu Yirong's head like a watermelon.

Mu Yirong, who hurriedly tilted his head to dodge, was still very unfortunate to be slashed at the base of his neck by an axe, and blood sprayed out at once.

The chickadee Ruicao, who was blocked in mid-air by the steel knives in the hands of a group of black-clothed people, saw that Mu Yirong was injured and fell to the ground, blood gushed out from his neck, and he let out a crane-like chirp, which shocked the black-clothed people below, and all of them fell to the weeds.

Holding an axe, the sixth man in black, who wanted to make up an axe for Mu Yirong, was also shocked by the sharp cry of the Ruicao, and his eardrum was almost perforated, and he couldn't help but take two steps back. Thousands of troops

The terrifying scream that seemed to be able to crack the stone slab swept towards the surroundings as if it were tangible, and the people around the deserted mansion of Prince Xiao lit up one after another.

The sixth man in black lowered his head and glanced at Mu Yirong, who had fallen to the ground, his eyes closed, blood gushing out of his neck, and Mu Yirong, who was angry, cursed, put away his axe, and whistled.

"Set fire. ”

All the men in black immediately put away their swords, took off the bows and arrows pinned to their backs, bent their bows and arrows, and shot one sharp arrow after another in all directions.

With a "ding" sound, sharp arrows smeared with flammable powder shot at the stones and walls, gradually sparkling, igniting the half-dried weeds and wooden verandahs on the ground in an instant, and bursting into countless tongues of fire.

In the blink of an eye, countless tongues of fire sparked like red waves, engulfing the verandah and the deserted garden floor, trapping Mu Yirong, who had fainted on the ground, in the raging flames.

The sixth man in black glanced at Mu Yirong, who had fallen in a pool of blood and passed out, and then turned around and leaped into the black night.

The other black-clothed men followed, jumping out of Prince Xiao's mansion one by one, and all disappeared into the night.

The chickadee Ruicao who fell from the sky suddenly transformed into a human body, and with tears on his face, he picked Mu Yirong up from the ground, and jumped out of the courtyard wall a few times.

At this time, the street envoy who heard the movement rushed over, and Seocho looked down at Mu Yirong, who was covered in blood in his arms, and with a "bang", he changed from a new to a and lay on the courtyard wall.

Seeing a group of people, carrying Mu Yirong, who was covered in blood, and sending him to the medical hall, Seocho immediately rushed into the night.

In the dim and narrow cell of the prison director, the chickadee Ruicho who flew in through the window fell to the ground, transformed into a human form, and immediately rushed to the iron railing with a strong stride, and began to beat and shout frantically.

The alarmed guard rushed over and asked Seocho why he was crazy if he didn't sleep in the middle of the night.

"Go to Lord Qingmu Jingzhong of Dali Temple, I want to go out from here, I want to go out from here. ”

Seocho's hoarse screams, like the howl of a terrible ghost, frightened everyone in the cell to wake up from their dreams, and they all wondered what was going on.

Nachar, who was awakened, didn't have time to wipe the saliva left at the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, so he instinctively shrank to the side of the big concubine Ma Anyuan, and asked with a suspicious face: "That female pavilion chief of Dali Temple, what's wrong." I can't stand it and go crazy after being locked up for two days?"

Ma Anyuan replied to his friend's ghost-knowing expression, walked to the iron railing, stuck out his head, and asked the scolding guard jailer, what happened?

"How does Lao Tzu know what crazy that woman is!"

The guard with a gloomy face, after replying angrily, knocked on the iron railing, and scolded Seocho not to be noisy, to be honest, he would bring the words to Dali Siqing.

Nachar, who also stuck his head out of the iron railing, twisted his head with the big horse Anyuan, tried to look towards the cell where Seocho was, and asked with concern: "Seocho Female Pavilion Chief, what's wrong with you, is there something uncomfortable?"

But Nachar didn't hear an answer, and vaguely he seemed to hear a cry.

How could the female pavilion chief of Dali Temple, whose eyes were like a vicious wolf and looked cold and arrogant, cry?

Nachar felt that he must have heard it wrong, and when he saw that there was no excitement to see, he retracted his head.

As a result, he and the big colt were shocked to find that their heads were stuck.