The two general flags, bent at the same time, came out with four palms and stubbornly held the tumbling solid wood bookcase.

The force was so great that they pulled back a few feet, their feet digging into a shallow pit in the masonry.

"Lord Yan, why is this?" the face of the general banner surnamed Song was twisted together, and he looked terrified.

"Still acting?" Lord Baihu's words exploded as loud as spring thunder.

In fact, as early as the moment he threw out the bookcase, he had already taken advantage of the situation to bend down, and at this moment his right foot had stepped on the brick wall behind him.

Just a step on it.

His whole body turned into a fierce embroidered bird with open claws, and flew towards the two general flags.

The phoenix-eyed knife was pulled away with a "bang" in the air, and the shiny blade reflected the faces of the two general flags.

They were terrified just now, but when Yan Baihu's killing move arrived, they became more and more calm.

There is even a hint of cunning in the calm.

The phoenix eye knife was unstoppable by Yan Baihu's fall.

Just then, the sonic boom of him smashing through the wall behind him had only arrived after a long time.

"Lord ...... Hundred Households" The voice of Song Zongqi suddenly became sharp and terrifying, like a thousand-year-old demon fox in the mountains.

"Good eyesight...... Fan Zongqi's voice instantly sank like the roar of rock friction and vibration, and people were almost out of breath.

The knife of the Lord of the Hundred Households was slashed at the "Song Zongqi", and the great power of the knife rolled up a burst of wind pressure that cut people, tearing out countless tiny cuts on the face of the "Song Zongqi".

However, not a drop of blood was shed.

The "Song Zongqi" didn't use a knife, pulled out his palms, and greeted the phoenix eye knife with his body.

"Break it for me!" The moment the phoenix-eyed knife came into contact with the "Song Zongqi", it suddenly exploded into a scorching flame, flying towards Song Zongqi's face at an extremely tricky angle.

I don't know what kind of exercises this "Song Zongqi" has practiced with both palms, and it can withstand such a powerful blow from the hundred households.

But he still couldn't dodge the flames that rushed into his face.

It was an explosion.

Under the violent burning, Song Zongqi's face began to melt, and the gelatinous water condensed into gray flowed all over the ground.

It's not a face, it's a mask.

What Yan Baihu didn't expect was that there was a mask under this person's "skin".

This is a pure black "Rakshasa ghost" painted on the face, and the bloody fangs on the lips are exaggerated to both sides.

"Your Excellency has actually broken through the Fire Elemental Tribulation, it seems that today's work is ......" The Black Rakshasa said in a flying tone, as if he was laughing at Lord Yan's cultivation.

"It's not easy...... It's not simple. At this time, "Fan Zongqi", who was not in a hurry to make a move just now next to the two of them, also spoke, accompanied by his two light and heavy "not simple", and the mask on his face also burned by itself, revealing a pure white "Rakshasa ghost".

"What a black and white ghost. Lord Yan sneered, and kicked the bookshelf next to him with his right foot, and the six or seven zhang bookshelves fell down with a muffled sound.

Yan Baihu himself took advantage of this force and jumped to the top of another bookshelf in three or two steps, widening the distance between him and the two.

"I, Xiu, fire. ”

"I, Xiu, water. ”

The Black Hundred and Two Rakshasas turned into two afterimages at the same time, intertwining left and right, and flew towards Lord Yan on the bookshelf.

Lord Yan was not in a hurry, Feng Yan knife slashed upward, and a red brick on the wall behind him flew out, he jumped up on the spot with his right foot, and his right foot was a little on the red brick that flew out, and his body was so violent that he rose again, and he was about to reach the roof of the Vermilion Bird Tower.

The position of the two people's body attack was exactly at the height of the red brick, but they failed to rise to the position of Yan Baihu because of their exhaustion.

The embroidery-eyed bird suit spins and tumbles from top to bottom in the air.

He stepped on the black rakshasa's back, pressed it four or five feet away, and knocked down a bookshelf behind him.

"Hundred Households ......"

"Good Skills......

A contemptuous hiss erupted from the phoenix-eyed knife.

The black rakshasa took out a short knife from the leggings on his feet and licked it with his tongue.

This white rakshasa also took out the phoenix eye knife from the sheath hidden in his clothes behind his back and wiped it down.

"Unfortunately, we are two knives. After the two of them said this in unison, one stepped on a wall, opened his bow left and right, and stood sideways and killed Yan Baihu from the wall.

The two knives pressed up instantly.

Lord Yan twisted his body, and the blood-red cloak behind him tumbled, helping him bite the Black Rakshasa's fiery short knife as if it were alive.

It's just that the phoenix-eyed knife of the white rakshasa is a little difficult for him to catch.

He cultivated the Fire Elemental Tribulation, and he was born with weak water.

But it's okay.

Because, he also has two knives.

I saw that the phoenix-eyed knife in his right hand was pressed against the white rakshasa knife that seemed to be surrounded by flowing water on the surface.

Flames and flowing water burst into the air in a cloud of white smoke.

But that's not all.

Yan Baihu's left hand actually took out another portable short knife from his arms with the momentum of thunder and pressed it on the flowing water knife, and the power of both hands pressed back the white rakshasa who held the knife in one hand, and fell on the floor with a muffled sound.

"Lord Yan, this short knife hasn't been used for seven years. The Black Rakshasa stopped, stood up straight and applauded.

"Just use you to feed the knife. Yan Baihu said as he copied the long and short knives in his left and right hands, and fought a few times with the white rakshasa who came from the ground in the form of a snake and wanted to sneak attack him.

"Are you the inner ghost of Nanzhen Fuji?"

The Flame Phoenix Eye Knife smashed fiercely and flew the water flow blade that directly took the right leg of the hundred households.

"Lord Baihu can see clearly, I am a chaotic party under King Yong'an. The White Rakshasa let out a strange laugh of "chirp".

The Black Rakshasa stepped forward and stepped on the back of the White Rakshasa who was crawling underground.

The ever-bright lantern on the third floor of the attic struggled to survive.

The knife fell from heaven wrapped in fire.

Lord Baihu crossed his hands and shook the hilts of the two knives in his hands, frantically urging the Elemental Pill in his abdomen. He drew a cross in front of him.

The twin blades finally resisted the fire blades from the sky, but Lord Baihu himself withdrew four or five steps, and had to swallow the blood foam that almost came out of his mouth.

Yan Baihu waistcoat bean-sized beads of sweat flowed down.

These two people's cultivation is terrifying, and at the same time, there is a faint implication that the strength and weakness of the military array complement each other, and their own moves just now seem to be domineering, but they are the result of excessive internal force, and they can't support it.

Where's my knife?" Lord Yan cursed in his heart. A fierce man rushed forward a few steps, and slapped his two hands at the same time on the bookshelves next to him, which were close to each other, and there were more than a dozen cabinets.

"This trick is really damaging ......," the White Rakshasa sighed with a resentful sigh.

"I think it's okay......" Black Rakshasa wanted to learn from the woman to make a tactful smile.

But his voice was already low and terrifying, so it was really absurd and harsh.

One hundred and two black people flashed out at the same time, blocking the whereabouts of the bookshelf.

"Your Excellency, do you think the battle in this building is not loud enough?"

"Your Excellency, are you waiting for your third knife?"

Yan Baihu's right face muscles throbbed unnaturally.

The third knife is not a knife, it is a person, a shadow guard who is forever hiding in the shadows behind him. This is a very high authority of the North Town Fu Division, and every official above the level of 100 households, the Town Fu Division will match them with a guard in charge of security and assassination as needed. These guards came from a secret unit under the Pacification Division that was directly led by the Commander-in-Chief, and almost every Shadow Guard had only one-way contact with the appointee and the Commander-in-Chief.

They are shadows in the shadows, deeper and darker beings than Suzaku Ya.

Lord Yan's shadow guard is named "Pu Lao", and he should have appeared as early as tonight when Lord Yan rubbed the green stone in his hand on the table. Lord Hyaknohe wondered if he had been dragged by the others, or if he had been found and executed by this strange Rakshasa man. There aren't many people he can rely on today, and even the two chief flag guards of his own cronies have been dropped. Since the other party dispatched such a number of killers to assassinate him, if he wanted to survive today, he had to take risks.

OK. Which Vermilion Bird is not good at this.

"Pu Jiao......" he shouted directly.

On the other side, the Black Hundred Rakshasa smiled evilly, took out a bloody waist card from his arms and a short knife with an extremely strange style and threw it at Lord Baihu.

Seeing this, Lord Baihu didn't hesitate anymore, he bit the phoenix eye knife in his mouth, directly threw the short knife at the bottom of the box in his arms at one of them, pushed it with both hands on the wall in front of him, and flew out lying down.

A standard light crossbow slid out of the waist of the hundred households, and the short-tailed arrows in it poured out.

The rainstorm was like a pear blossom needle, and those thin silver arrows swayed a "smoke rain" in the air.

"Send a hundred households to ......" The white rakshasa sang in a very high tone, like a wild cat in the mountains.

"Get on the road......" Black Rakshasa whispered in a low voice.

These two people ignored the rain of arrows in the sky, and directly used the rain of arrows left and right to make a killing move towards Yan Baihu.

The two of them turned into two entangled spears of water and fire in the attic, swept away the smoke screen composed of a rain of arrows, and stabbed straight at Lord Yan.

Lord Baihu sneered, his body was still flying upside down in the air, but his right hand suddenly clenched his fist and smashed into a vase hidden behind a bookshelf in the corner of the side during the flight.

The vase shattered, and the wall behind him resounded with the sound of a crash.

The thick wall of the two people actually swirled, swallowing Lord Yan in an instant.

The wall is closed.

The fire and water elemental spear behind him pierced two or three feet deep into the wall.

"Good fellow, ...... in this wall," the black voice sounded a little regretful.

"I don't know how many fine fine iron ...... inlaid," the corners of Bai Xu's mouth turned up slightly.

This wall was secretly built here when Zhu Baihu was still in Qubai, and almost no one knew about it. Unfortunately, these preparations did not save his life in the end. If it weren't for Lord Yan who inadvertently found the secret copy of the transcription that Zhu Baihu left in the compartment today in order to hide people's eyes, I am afraid that this place would have been lost forever.

Behind the wall.

Finally getting rid of these two assassins, Lord Yan, who was half-lying on the ground, finally had time to breathe a sigh of relief at this time, he spit out the phoenix-eyed knife in his mouth and grabbed it in his hand again, shaking his body and standing up.

......

......

"When you wait for an adult, send an adult on the road. ”

Hyaknohe-sama's hand just raised.

Without warning, a phoenix-eyed knife stabbed out of the darkness of the secret passage and pierced directly through Lord Yan's chest from behind.

Under the phoenix-eyed knife with two blades, blood flowed to the ground in an instant.

"Brute!"

Lord Yan was hoarse and wanted to make a sound, but found that all the blood in his mouth poured out at once.

He turned his head with great effort, and for the first time tonight he laughed happily.

Hoarse and terrible

"Pulau...... You actually use ...... Fan Xu's knife kills me......"

"This game is wonderful...... Why is it in this hellish place...... What a fucking black ......"

"Come on, change the hall for the master!"

On the fourth day of the sixth month of the 35th year of Longqing, the six-rank official of the Great Xia Dynasty, the Fusi Qu Bai Baihu Yan Xingguang of the Vermilion Bird Yabei Town, was attacked and assassinated by the subordinate Song Changke, Fan Xu.

The blood in his mouth was uncontrollably poured over his face, and the corners of his eyes showed a hint of relief and remorse.

......

The black rakshasa on this side of the wall laughed.

"You only have two knives, we are only three ......"

"Start work, give Yan Ye a bright one!" Bai Rakshasa sang loudly.

......

......

......

The wall mechanism was reopened from the passage, and the Black Rakshasa went in and used the dry cloth he carried with him to clean the blood from the passage as they needed it to.

The White Rakshasa went downstairs and went one by one, and out of nowhere pulled up two people who had been killed by Pu Gao's scimitar earlier.

This is the real Fan Zongqi and Song Zongqi.

The atmosphere was a little dull with the smell of blood, and Pu Lao's throat moved, as if he wanted to say two words.

The two talkative rakshasas didn't say a word at this time, set an hourglass by the window, and buried their heads in and out of the various bookshelves.

All relevant notes have been taken care of.

"After killing a lifetime of people, I really think it's a technical job. Pu Jiao looked out the window at the rolling night and sighed.

The black and white two didn't speak, put away their weapons, picked up the phoenix-eyed knife matched by Yan and Song, and stabbed each other a few times on the two of them.

There was a bright red puddle on the ground, but it was suitable for the red bricks of the Vermilion Bird and the embroidered bird costume.

"Sir, this matter involves a wide range of things, and there is no room for the slightest mistake, and it is ...... hard work."

Pu Jiao turned around and nodded, smiled and picked up the scimitar that had been thrown on the ground and slashed at the black hundred and two.

The traces of the fight were fierce, but after a few moves, he deliberately sold a flaw, so that Hei Sha could use Song Zongqi's knife to cut his head.

Something fell to the ground.

The blood of the smash was splattered everywhere.

"Wronged sir. The white rakshasa cried a little.

......

......

In the silence of the night, the ever-bright lamp in the building was forcibly extinguished, and the darkness outside the window rushed in, as if trying to hold the throat of all the living creatures in the building.

It's a summer night, so cold?

Even the purest killer like the Black Hundred Rakshasa couldn't help but shudder.

"Do you think those swordsmen in the opera who kill one person in ten steps and leave no name for thousands of miles are serious?" The black-faced man leaned against the window and looked at the wanyue in the distance.

"The fart is scared to death by himself halfway through the killing. A piece of stubble was put in the white-faced man's mouth.

The hourglass is gone, and the black and white duo inserted a fan incense in the east corner of the attic that can make people physically exhausted, no matter whether anyone sees it or not, the play must be done in full.

Let's let the embroidery-eyed birds guess!

On this stage, someone has already started singing.

......

"Call it a day. ”

There were two people downstairs from Suzaku, and overnight, but there was no sound.

Men in red and green masks were fiddling with the corpses of several guards.

"Is the oil ready?" the black and white rakshasa slid down the handrail of the stairs.

"Foolproof. The green rakshasa played with the green stone that had just been thrown down from the third floor by Yan Xingguang and pouted.

......

The four of them came out, and the Vermilion Bird Lou Ming.

Behind him, the night sky burst into a blazing and bright fireworks.

"Prepare for the next one. ”

Black and red, like a ghost, disappearing in the night.