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In the hazy carriage, Yang Yi's eyes lit up like two small suns, and when Shang Xiufang's surprised expression just rose, Yang Yi had already stood up from the carriage.

Although the carriage used to pick up and drop off distinguished guests in this Baizi Pavilion is not small, the height is far from enough to make Yang Yi stand up straight.

When Yang Yi stood up, the roof of the carriage had already been carried by him and flew out.

Yang Yi's body flew out along with the roof of the car.

"Don't be afraid, Xiufang, I'll go back when I go!"

Yang Yi's voice had not yet dissipated in Shang Xiufang's ears, but the person had already arrived outside the car.

The sound of the carriage turning on the bluestone slab outside, the gentle scolding of the coachman, and the sound of beating not far away, set off the night of Longquan Shangjing became quieter and quieter.

When Yang Yi opened the roof of the car and flew out, he didn't make a sound at all, and the driver driving in front of him didn't even feel anything.

The carriage continued briskly.

The lid of the flying car had returned to its original position, and there was still no sound.

Yang Yi was already standing on the roof of the car, looking at the buildings on the street not far away.

The longbow had already appeared in Yang Yi's hand at some point.

On the houses on both sides of the long street, a group of black shadows appeared at some point, and when the carriage appeared in the middle of the street, the black shadows on both sides looked at the carriage at the same time.

Then they all saw Yang Yi, as well as the longbow in Yang Yi's hand, and a few feathered arrows on the bowstring that had been drawn into the shape of a full moon.

Yang Yi bends the bow and shoots arrows!

"Woohoo!"

The three feather arrows were shot out by Yang Yi at the same time, these three feather arrows just left his hand, and three more feather arrows were on the bowstring, he kept pulling the bow in his hand, his hands had become a phantom, and for a while the arrows flew to both sides like rain.

A slight popping sound began to sound on the buildings on either side, but there was no other movement.

If you hear this slight pop sound from someone who has been on the battlefield for many years, you will be very surprised.

Because this sound is the sound of a sharp blade entering the flesh.

Yang Yi roared, floated down, and landed on the yellow horse next to him.

At this time, the driver who was driving the car reacted and turned his head to look at Yang Yi, "Mr. Yang, why did you come down?"

Yang Yi smiled: "It's uncomfortable to sit inside, it's better to come out and breathe!"

He grabbed the horse's belly, and the yellow horse rushed out quickly, "Brother, you drive slowly, I'll walk a little ahead first!"

As he spoke, a man and a horse had entered the night, and disappeared in an instant.

For Yang Yi, a distinguished guest, the coachman had no choice but to let him, and in the dark, he didn't even see the bow and arrow in Yang Yi's hand.

The yellow horse had distanced itself from the carriage in an instant, and in the night, Yang Yi kept pulling the bow in his hand, and ran a street to the end before standing on the street, waiting for the arrival of the carriage behind.

"Mr. Yang, is something happening?"

When the carriage arrived in front of Yang Yi's horse, Shang Xiufang opened the curtain and looked at Yang Yi, "Is there something that Mr. is hiding from Xiufang?"

Yang Yi laughed and said: "Some clowns who want to see the young lady have been sent away by me!"

He turned his horse and continued to move forward, sighing softly, "Vulnerable!"

The longbow had already been put away by him, and he took the lead and walked towards the hotel.

The carriage went farther and farther away, and gradually left the long street, and the center of the street, which had just been lit up, fell into darkness again.

After a while, two figures appeared on the building on the side of the street, and the two of them jumped lightly on the private houses and shops on the side of the street like apes, and they stopped at the same time and looked at the roof.

At this time, the dark clouds dispersed, and the full moon shone high.

It can be seen that the two figures are fat and thin in height, only one is slightly taller and wearing white, if you don't look carefully, the other is wearing gray.

In front of them was a man lying on the roof, motionless.

In the moonlight, a feathered arrow was passing through the man's back, pinning him to the ridge of the roof as if someone were attacking him from behind.

The two figures were stunned for a moment, and continued to walk forward on the roof, and after a few steps, they saw a man on top of a large tree by the side of the street, and a feather arrow pierced through the chest and nailed to the trunk.

After seeing the person nailed to the tree, the breathing of the two figures obviously changed, and the man in gray said in a deep voice: "An arrow pierced through the chest, and I didn't even have time to give birth to the idea of a reaction!"

His voice trembled, and he shouted softly, "One person on the side, continue to check." ”

The two bodies were staggered, one was in charge of one side of the street, jumping high and low, and continued to walk, and when the streets converged, both saw each other's slightly trembling bodies.

"None of the thirty good players in the sect were spared, and all of them were nailed by feather arrows. ”

The taller man in white had cold hands and feet, and his voice trembled: "They were all shot before they reacted!"

The man in gray said in a deep voice: "The point is that they are not dead yet, not even a drop of blood has flowed, after they are hit by the arrow, they have been sealed by the strength attached to the feather arrow, and they have entered a state of suspended animation, if someone pulls out the feather arrow, it is equivalent to killing them." ”

The tall white-clothed figure had cold hands and feet, "He's a warning!"

He looked at the gray-clothed man opposite, "What should I do, do you want to continue tomorrow's operation?"

The gray-clothed man on the opposite side showed a murderous aura in his eyes, "Why don't you continue? Can't kill him, can't you kill Shang Xiufang? Will the two always be together?"

When he saw that the white-clothed body was shocked, he seemed quite reluctant, and couldn't help but say in a deep voice: "What is a musician calculating? Idiot, do you really have feelings for her?"

The tall figure was silent.

"I hope to see Shang Xiufang's beautiful head tomorrow!"

Seeing that the white clothes didn't reply, the gray-clothed man on the opposite side snorted coldly, and had already pulled out the feather arrow that was nailed to the black-clothed body on the roof next to him.

"Poof!"

The feather arrow was taken out, blood splattered, and the man in black who was hit by the arrow didn't even make a single move, and he was already dead.

"What a ruthless method!"

The man in gray held the feather arrow in his hand and looked at the moon, "This arrow seems to be a little different from ordinary feather arrows......

Before he could finish his sentence, the feathered arrow he held in the palm of his hand suddenly moved, and the arrow burst up like a venomous snake that had come to life, and shot into his eyes like lightning.

"Ahh

The man in gray screamed in surprise and hurriedly turned his head to dodge, but his eyes were too close to this feather arrow at this time, and even if he reacted quickly, it was too late.

"Poof!"

A slight sound sounded, and the gray-clothed man let out a loud roar, and he had already thrown out the feather arrow in his hand.

In the moonlight, one of his eyes was bloody, and he was already blinded by a feather arrow.

The gray-clothed man's hands trembled, his body trembled, and he didn't know whether he was frightened, angry, or painful.

With a hint of fierce light and fear in one of his eyes, he looked at the man in white with a stunned face on the other side, and roared, "How did he do it? How did he do it?"

The man in white was stunned for a moment, and then said softly: "Dazun, let's go back and heal our eyes first." ”

The man in gray roared in a low voice, full of anger and a little fear, "I won't let him go, I won't let him go!"

(To be continued.) )