Murong Yu sat in front of the window thoughtfully, he had returned to the inn with Zhang Hai, the room was brightly lit, and the candles were made of black tree grease.

The way back was unobstructed, much faster than the way out, perhaps because the hurried and urgent sound of war drums had frightened many of the people away, or because the night was already dark, and the streets had become wide and lonely.

The sound of war drums had fallen, but he had no intention of sleeping, and he could not sleep.

He didn't have the slightest sense of sleepiness, and he was unusually sober.

Maybe it's because he's been through too much that day, or maybe it's because he sleeps too much during the day.

He didn't know whether what he did today was right or wrong, he didn't know what the consequences would be if he abolished Lai San, and he didn't know what the consequences would be if he offended Lai Wu. He didn't know what the consequences would be if he accidentally injured the knight who passed on the military information in order to save a few children.

He didn't think about it, and he didn't want to think about it.

Thinking too much and scrupling too much sometimes limits your thinking and makes it impossible for you to get the results you want.

He doesn't like to think about simplistic things too complicated, and for him, thinking too much and scrupling too much is the most terrible thing.

He only knows that it is enough to follow the trend and go with the flow.

At this moment, he was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for an opportunity to make a move, and he knew very well that this shot must hit the opponent, otherwise there would be no second chance to shoot again.

He didn't have the confidence to find out where the assassin was hiding, and he didn't have the confidence to hit with one blow, the other party was very well hidden, and he couldn't hear the other party's breathing if he didn't listen carefully, if he hadn't made a secret mark on the window before going out, I'm afraid he wouldn't have found out that there was another person hidden in this room, so he could only wait, waiting for the other party's negligence.

Not only was he waiting for the opportunity, but the assassins hidden in the shadows were also waiting for the opportunity, wanting to hit Murong Yu with one blow.

The two stalemate with each other, waiting for the moment when the other party's negligence leaked the flaw.

Murong Yu was unwilling to wait forever, nor was he willing to keep spending time with the other party.

He wanted to lure the other party to take the initiative to attack, to induce the other party to take the initiative to attack him, he deliberately walked to the side of the bed to prepare to change clothes and rest, and directly extinguished the candle in the room with a wave of his palm.

Just as he walked to the bedside, the assassin who had not made a move finally stopped holding back, and he finally began to strike.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. It was an Assassin's time, an Assassin's best chance to make a move, and a good opportunity not to be missed, and maybe a better opportunity, but he couldn't wait.

When it was too late, a burst of sword qi struck from behind, the sword came out like a rainbow, sharp as the wind, and stabbed straight at Murong Yu, and the sword qi made a slight sound in the air.

This is a sword of forbearance, and it is also a mysterious sword, which is overbearing and abnormal, and it is difficult to describe in words.

This sword is unusually terrifying, unusually terrifying.

Murong Yu didn't have the confidence to dodge this sword, even though he simulated the timing of the opponent's attack countless times in his mind, he still couldn't dodge this sword. But he still wanted to take a gamble.

Although this sword is the best chance, both in terms of calculation and timing.

At this moment of lightning and flint, Murong Yu hurriedly reacted, pulled out the long sword beside the bed, and stabbed it behind him, and then his body turned around, and the sword moves changed into virtual and real, and the sword light was cold and sharp, and the sound of the two swords intersecting, and the sword chips flew out quickly. His hand holding the sword was faintly painful, at this moment he felt that the other party's skill was very profound, and what was even more unimaginable was that his tiger's mouth was also shocked and faintly painful.

This is a master, a very formidable enemy, not your average assassin.

Murong Yu resisted this sword, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoice in his heart. Then there was a slight change in the sword moves, and he struck straight at the assassin's face. The assassin did not show weakness, and hurriedly swung his sword to block, and the sword light collided, and the fire was everywhere.

"Who sent you to kill me, is it someone from the Kunlun faction or Lai San?" Murong Yu said as he looked at the assassin in front of him.

Although in the dark night, under the cold moonlight outside the window, the assassin in front of him could be seen clearly, dressed in black, and only two eyes leaked outside.

The Assassin did not answer him, this is the purpose of the Assassins, and it is also the principle of the Assassins, not to divulge any information about the customer, this is the basic bottom line.

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, he now just wanted to leave quickly, and he missed a blow and escaped thousands of miles.

He had lost his best time, so he had to leave immediately. This opportunity was originally carefully calculated by Murong Yu, and this opportunity was originally an opportunity created by Murong Yu for him.

All this is in Murong Yu's calculations.

He began to walk slowly towards the window, looking for an opportunity to evacuate.

Murong Yu's figure flashed, and the long sword slashed out to block the path of the assassin, and said: "Come and leave as you want, how can it be so easy." ”

The assassin still didn't say a word, his figure turned sharply and rose into the air, the long sword in his hand stabbed at Murong Yu sharply, the sword move was cold, as fast as thunder, the move was fatal, and the power was indescribable.

Murong Yu's sword moves are not as powerful as his sword moves, in the face of such a difficult opponent, he didn't dare to have any negligence, his footsteps were steady and the sword made a bias move, using a style of ten thousand phoenixes in the Feng Ling trick to come to the court, one of the three moves is unique, weird and unpredictable, but also dazzling and abnormal.

This was not enough to resist the rapid onslaught of the Assassins, but it was enough to cause some trouble to the Assassins.

This style is the connection of the virtual and the real, the real in the virtual, the real in the virtual, the sword intent is cold like a net from all directions around the assassin, it looks very good-looking.

He didn't want to fight with his opponent's two swords, sword moves met, this style was not to kill, but just to trap people.

The assassin did not flinch, even though his body had been pierced by the sword qi several wounds, and the blood was not stopping, he still did not flinch. Because he knew that he had to leave here immediately, the longer he stayed here, the worse it would be for him, the Yuelai Inn was already a tricky place, and assassinating in the Yuelai Inn was an assassin's taboo.

He had to leave immediately.

Leave at all costs.

He began to be a little angry and anxious.

Every Assassin has a means to save his life, and only by preserving his life will everything have a chance to start again.

Therefore, escape is naturally a must-have for every assassin.

He poured his internal force into his hands, raised the long sword in his hand, made a slashing motion, and slashed straight towards the sword in Murong Yu's hand with terrifying sword intent.

The sword moves were rough and simple, without any skills, but they were terrifying, the sword qi was deep and cold, and the sword flower bloomed and left several sword wounds on Murong Yu's shoulder, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

Murong Yu didn't dare to touch him, this was a life-fighting style, and he hurriedly retreated to the side.

The assassin was waiting for this opportunity, this opportunity was enough for him to escape from this place, he couldn't let the other party see this intention, he then waved his arm continuously, and a few more swords came out, the sword was like a flower blooming brilliantly, and the fierce sword aura was vigorous, forming a terrifying sword shadow, and struck at Murong Yu again and again.

Frightened, Murong Yu couldn't help but hurriedly avoid it, not daring to touch this series of rapid offensives.

Seeing Murong Yu retreat to the side, the assassin flew up, and without any hesitation, he hurriedly slammed open the window, and the whole person flew out like an arrow from the string, heading towards the dark night outside the window.

Murong Yu didn't chase it out, because no one knew if it was a bait or not, as the so-called poor Kou Mo chased, that's the case.

What's more, he has already received several swords at this time, although it is not enough to be fatal, but it also needs to be bandaged and treated immediately.

He could only watch as the assassin broke through the window and left.

He could have used poison, he could have poisoned the assassin here, but he didn't, not because he didn't dare, but because he didn't want to.

He didn't want to rely on poison for everything.

There is still a long way to go, there are still too many enemies in the future, he can't rely on foreign objects completely, and he can't poison all the enemies.

If he doesn't break and don't stand, he can't be completely dependent on others.

So he can only force himself to become strong.