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A gust of east wind blew, bringing with it a faint fishy smell.

Feng Yiyang and Xiao Rong raised their heads in unison and swept towards Chang'an City.

The White Tiger Gate has always been inaccessible, and it is the most deserted of the four main gates of Chang'an City.

But it has never been so lifeless as it is today.

When Feng Yiyang and Xiao Rong flew into the city from the White Tiger Gate, the entire White Tiger Gate was silent, there was no sound, and there was no routine interrogation.

They soon learned the reason for the silence of the White Tiger Gate.

At the gates of the city, there was a place of blood and corpses, no different from those outside the city.

In addition to the flesh and blood of the wounds, these corpses can be said to have died cleanly and neatly, and many of them still maintain the posture of drawing knives before death.

These people seem to have died at the same moment again, what kind of weird murderers are they.

Xiao Rong blushed and walked over to a corpse.

The corpse had been a living soldier half an hour earlier, and had shyly asked him about the details of the great battle, and the corpses in this place had cheered when they heard of the victory.

They have all cheered, they have all smiled, and they have all been honored.

I can't imagine that I will die now, so completely dead, only a cold and wordless shell remains.

Xiao Rong's fists clenched slowly.

He wanted to shout, he wanted to roar.

But the voice was choked in the throat, and he couldn't shout.

This is Chang'an City.

What kind of person is it? Xiao Rong didn't want to swear to deal with this person, he couldn't yell or cry, he just wanted to find this person now.

Find him.

At this time, I only heard the wind standing in front of the city gate and shouted softly: "Senior brother, come quickly, I found it." The sound of the wind blowing was very soft, and it was undoubtedly a sudden thunderbolt for Xiao Rong.

Xiao Rong rushed in front of Feng Yiyang with an arrow step, and Feng Yiyang pointed to the thick wooden door, his eyes blazing.

The gate is a little old, and the red paint on the gate is a little mottled, and the copper nails are a little dull.

The edge of each side of the gate is inlaid with half a brass tiger head, and the two gates on the left and right are together to form a complete tiger head.

Looking carefully, under the tiger's head, there is a not-so-obvious knife mark on the red paint of the wooden door, and the trace is straight.

Xiao Rong looked at it carefully, frowned, and said, "This is the trace of a long knife, and the murderer used a knife?"

Feng Yiyang shook his head and said, "Senior brother, are you confused? This is the standard saber of the city gate guards, and he drew it." Feng Yiyang pointed to the ground, Xiao Rong looked in the direction that Feng Yiyang pointed.

A body, lying on the edge of the city gate, wearing iron armor, holding a long sword, and wide eyes, unlike the confusion in the eyes of other dead soldiers, anyone could see his anger.

Xiao Rong knows this person, he is a school captain, it seems that he is not very old, only his sideburns have left some years of weather, he said that he once was a pawn in the battalion in the Tiger Army, and he had a relationship with Xiao Rong back then.

Xiao Rong slowly squatted down, covered his face with his big hand, and was silent.

Feng Yiyang didn't know the relationship between Xiao Rong and this person, but he also knew that he shouldn't disturb Xiao Rong at this time, so he silently turned his head and began to look at this corpse.

This corpse is the only one who has emotions among all the dead people, since he has time to have emotions, it means that he has more than one move under the murderer, and since he has fought in the real sense, he may be able to find traces of the murderer.

Feng Yiyang stared carefully for a while, and suddenly sighed strangely, "He seems to be faster than others, he reacted, blocked the murderer's knife, and retreated to the city gate, the murderer came behind him from the side, he turned around and slashed at the murderer, etc., it's not right." ”

Xiao Rong wiped his face fiercely with his big hand, raised his head and said in a dumb voice: "What's wrong?" A pair of tiger eyes seemed to be about to breathe fire.

Feng Yiyang picked up the long knife on the ground, his fingers gently stroked a gap in the five inches of the knife, and asserted: " This first move is almost a subconscious defense, this person's personality is calm and more defensive than offensive, so when he finds that the murderer is behind him, his awkward posture should not be a move to attack, but a knife defense, which is not only faster, but may be able to block the second move, but you see, first the vertical knife defense such a defensive style and then a move such an offensive style, it is really awkward and awkward, and this knife, shouldn't it be more comfortable from the left to the right?

Xiao Rong took the long knife from Feng Yiyang's hand, and sighed: "You haven't been in the army, naturally you don't know, this move is one of the three fatal moves in the Tiger Army that year, straight pounce, side lift, turn around to sweep, this move is to turn back and sweep, turn back and sweep out the knife to be straight and powerful, so the left and right sides of the knife are the same height, when the knife is out, you must go straight to the opponent's throat, kill with one blow, it is best to leave no blood on the knife, and the straight knife can reduce the resistance of the knife in the opponent's throat." ”

After speaking, Xiao Rong inserted the long knife into the soil, stood solemnly, and his back was straight.

Feng Yiyang sighed with a relieved face, and then wondered: "But no matter how you look at this move, it is a move to survive and attack, why use this trick in such a situation?"

Xiao Rong stared straight at the long knife on the ground, as if immersed in the days of the old Iron Horse Jingo, and muttered, "Yes, why?"

Suddenly, the two of them looked up in unison and exclaimed, "Throat!"

The wind rose and stood on the edge of the city gate without saying a word, with his back to the city gate.

Xiao Rong swept away the previous grief and dullness, stretched out his hand and inhaled in the air, accompanied by a tiger roar, the long knife seemed to be spiritual and as if it was being pulled by an invisible thread, it jumped out of the soil, and flew into Xiao Rong's hand with a whirl.

Immediately after that, Xiao Rong roared lightly, turned around and took a step forward, like a fierce tiger that turned around and flicked its tail, the tip of the knife was like the tip of the tiger's tail, cutting a gap in the air, and a beam of qi shot out from the tip of the knife, the direction was straight and impartial, and went towards the throat of the wind.

The wind does not change its color, and it is strange to say that when the wind is close to the throat of the wind, it seems to be driven away by something, and it is swept away.

A knife mark from left to right, spread out on the thick city gate, clear and distinct, half an inch deep and half a foot long, came to an abrupt end before the wind lifted his neck.

This knife mark is about half an inch higher than the previous one.

Xiao Rong put down the long knife, walked in front of Feng Yiyang, gestured, frowned, and said, "This person is either half an inch shorter than you, or as tall as you." ”

Feng Yiyang's face flashed with doubt, and he quickly understood, nodded and said, "You're right, either half an inch shorter than me, or as tall as me." ”

Xiao Rong saw that Feng Yiyang understood it so quickly, and a trace of surprise flashed on his face, so he nodded, patted Feng Yiyang's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go, help me find him to recover this account, don't tell the master about this, Lao Tzu will lynch to recover this account." ”

Feng Yiyang grinned: "I don't help you, who will help you." ”

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