Chapter 2: Counter-killing

As this extraordinary sneeze resounded through the night sky, the wandering and shouting wind paused for a moment obviously, and the cold night sky seemed to tremble with it, and the stars overlooking life blinked their big innocent eyes at the same time......

With this earth-shattering sneeze sounded, in front of the mountain road more than 20 zhang away from a tree canopy, a burst of white snow like jade shavings fell, and the beggars who followed behind the cavalry unanimously covered their ears that were red from the cold, and the golden-haired giant who was carrying a mandarin duck playing in the water seemed to inadvertently change the flag to his left shoulder, and the flag fluttering fiercely in the night wind made an unusual "boom" after a wave With a crisp sound, the giant bow that had been straddling his right shoulder had been firmly held in mid-air by the giant spirit palm of the blonde man, and the bowstring with the thickness of an index finger on the huge step bow was jumping freely and frantically as if it had been given life.

"Woo, woo......"

Soon, there were several inaudible sounds from the snowy canopy in front of them, as if they were choking by the neck, and as if someone was screaming helplessly, and then a shadow in the shape of a cloth bag fell straight to the snow in the distance from the canopy of the tree completely covered with snow, with a "bang", making a heavy muffled sound.

"The sixth......" The blonde man, who was two meters and twenty-six tall, muttered embarrassedly. He was very afraid, not long after the sky darkened, due to his initial dereliction of duty, he almost let General Li, who was at the front of the team, be ...... by the assassins of the official army.

Thinking about the scene at that time, the giant man was still shuddering, and he hurriedly cared for his big wind, and stuffed the chest hair that was flying wantonly in the cold wind back into his open arms. At the moment of nightfall, he clearly saw the blade shining with cold light in the killer's hand, which had been deeply pierced into the neck of the general, but in turn it was the killer who had been hit, and that scene simply made this battle-hardened blonde man can't believe his eyes.

And the killer who almost hit him, and the assassin in front of him who was blocked by his own arrow, the two are simply incomparable, one is the grandfather and the other is the great-grandson. In addition to the killer who got rid of the master himself, the other few can only be referred to by the word assassin, and they have a judgment with the first killer in terms of disguise skills, assassination skills, professional quality, and determination to attack.

The most ridiculous thing is the assassin who was shot down by his own arrow, you said that you inquired about a gossip, and it was just a secret word in the boudoir, but you didn't measure your own strength, and ambushed on such a high canopy to assassinate the general, are you confident that you look like an old eagle's nest, or did your mother give birth to you and named you a branch?

Although it is snowing heavily and the moon is dark and the wind is high, you are lying on top of the dead vines and old trees, which old eagle have you ever seen with such a majestic and outstanding figure, and once the body is either a macatoo that needs to lose weight, or a cockroach squatting on the branch to cut the path.

What's more, the snow is going to be ground one by one, and the snow that has just accumulated for a short time cannot be a slag and sticky broken jade when it lands, and this snow ball is falling down, do you think it is a snowball fight with the general? Such an unsightly character himself is too lazy to collect his body, and soon after this team of ragged cavalry, the snow on the mountain road was trampled into pink by the hooves of countless horses and donkeys.

Even the blonde giant had turned down his volume by ninety-nine percent, but his whispered muttering was still like a sudden explosion of thunder in the silence of the midnight whispering column for this small group of cavalrymen who were in the middle of the night. Sure enough, not long after the blonde man spoke, he heard a child's voice "Phew!" in front of him.

The blonde giant, the owner of this children's voice, is too familiar with him, and since the little cub of the Jiang family's family has been babbling, there has been no peace in the forward camp of the breaking army......

Although the appearance of this major general and Li Jiangye is very different, the old people who are familiar with the forward battalion know that this big and small are definitely the two fathers, and from the point of view of collecting the belly pockets of women in the world by hobby, they can arbitrarily determine how laborious and costly the blood type test and gene comparison are. You don't see, so far, only my forward tiger camp will ingeniously use the mandarin duck belly pocket of his own wife to make the banner of the whole army.

Obviously, the nightmarish Tongyin that the blonde man was familiar with did not intend to spare himself easily, and only listened to the owner of the child's voice, and said to the blonde giant in a tone that was clearly audible throughout the camp: "There are six killers, but for you, this is the fifth...... To deal with the original killer, if it weren't for our father's unique skills, plus his personality, cleverness and vigilance, heroism and fearlessness, and awe-inspiring righteousness...... In the first assassination, the killer will take the life of our father and his old man's dog, and the hiccup ......" The pheasant-aged child's voice suddenly stopped.

From the black horse not far in front, the sound that was completely unattached to the rider's physique made the two-meter-twenty-six blonde giant man feel embarrassed after hearing it, but he didn't dare to distinguish and said, "The general is just your father and not our father, and the life of the general is human life and not the dog life in your little rabbit cub's mouth."

In desperation, this seemingly rough blonde man, like a well-behaved little meow, spit out his big pink tongue that was more than half a foot long, and among the dozen or so cavalrymen who followed closely behind him, someone saw this scene, and suddenly someone in the team let out a good-natured laugh.