Just over halfway through, three black shadows suddenly appeared on the wall of the south gate of Luojing, and the three of them stood on the female wall and stared at the camp outside the city, and after a while, they jumped down, and the criss-crossing trenches could not stop their pace at all, and in an instant, the camp five miles away was already close in front of them. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The wooden fence on the periphery was only a few feet high, and it couldn't stop such martial arts masters at all, so they left one person outside to respond, and the remaining two flew in like big birds.

The camp was quite quiet, and every five tents were grouped together, and a brazier was lit in front of the tent, which looked like a little plum blossom from above.

The soldiers in charge of patrolling dragged their tired legs between the tents, but they only needed to walk for another half an hour to change shifts, and now they did not dare to relax, everyone's eyes were constantly patrolling around, after all, there had just been a riot in the camp, and for the soldiers at the bottom, they just wanted to live well, and no one wanted to die.

The two black shadows kept shuttling between the tents, as if they were in a no-man's land, as they saw deeply, a huge gold-domed tent appeared in front of them, the two looked at each other, and quickly came to the edge of the tent to observe.

The tent is brightly lit, and there is a slender figure reflected on the white curtain, which seems to be dancing with a sword.

Of course, it was Yan Feixue's master and apprentice who stole into the camp, Yan Qing was left outside the big tent, Yan Feixue pulled out the Kunwu sword without saying a word and quietly killed it.

For a while, the alarm bell was loud, and it turned out that along the corners of the big tent were dotted with small bells connected by red threads, and once touched, it would be like this. In the tent, of course, Bai Feng is raising his sword and dancing lightly. Yang Zhe and Lei Ming sat motionless in their seats, without even blinking their eyes, looking very weird.

Yan Feixue knew something was wrong. Hurriedly exited the tent, only to find that countless fires were raised, instantly surrounding, she turned her head to see that even Yan Qing had fallen into the hands of the enemy.

Luo Cheng came out in a row, and said with a smile on his face: "Master Yan is here, and Luo is disappointed." What a sin, I wonder what's the point of the big boss's late night visit?"

"Luo Cheng!"

Yan Feixue's eyes seemed to be about to erupt with fire, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Yang Zhe'er is so useless. It's sad and ridiculous to cheapen you kid for nothing. But if you want to stop this seat, I'm afraid you don't have the ability to do it!"

"Really?"

Luo Cheng beckoned, and Xiaoyu and Situ Lei immediately pressed Yan Qing to Yan Feixue. Yan Qing is still a little confused. Originally, he already felt incredible that he had surrendered to the enemy, but now that this army had fallen into Luo Cheng's hands, he didn't know how to face this situation at all, so he simply closed his eyes and waited for death.

Yan Feixue didn't look at her disciple at all, and chuckled: "I can't imagine that the abbot of the dignified Beichan Temple would use such a shady means, if it is really fifty steps and a hundred steps, the world is as black as a crow!"

Luo Cheng smiled and said, "Master Yan's words are wrong. Thanks to you for taking care of your father for many years, Luo just gave back to him in his own way. Shouldn't you think about the life of your beloved disciple?"

Yan Feixue said disdainfully: "If Abbot Luo doesn't have any constructive proposals, this seat will have to leave!"

Seeing that her legs were slightly squatting and condensing her whole body, ready to go, Luo Cheng waved his hand and said: "Master Yan can try, there are not a thousand sharpshooters in the army, but also eight hundred.

"Nonsense!"

Yan Feixue snorted, her legs squatted together like springs, her delicate figure burst out like a leopard, and the person walked straight towards Luo Cheng with the sword.

Luo Cheng is the strongest point in the army, but at the same time it is also the core of the whole army, as long as it is killed or injured, it will inevitably cause chaos in the whole army.

Without waiting for Luo Cheng to give an order, dozens of wolf's tooth arrows instantly came out of the string, these sharpshooters were carefully selected from the 100,000 army, and their skills were not much worse than Murong Longyi or Tu Mu, they chose not Yan Feixue herself, but blocked all the angles she could dodge.

However, with Luo Cheng in the way, there will undoubtedly be some dead ends, and Yan Feixue is good at taking advantage of what the marksman's power cannot reach, and quickly dodges these arrows. Seeing that the sword qi was about to reach his body, Luo Cheng did not panic, took out a short knife from his arms, and used it as a hidden weapon to shoot directly at the opponent's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

The speed of the short knife was so fast, Yan Feixue didn't expect Luo Cheng to use such a trick at all, and she was caught off guard, estimating with her old experience, her sword was still a line slower, she immediately changed her move to block, Kunwu Sword is indeed a rare treasure in the world,

Directly cut the flying short knife from it, and the sword momentum only slowed down, and then killed Luo Cheng again.

In such a short period of time, the offensive and defensive momentum was reversed in an instant, Luo Cheng had already formed a handprint, and immediately shouted!

"!"

Luo Cheng's secret mantra has been practiced like fire, and it is as strong as Yan Feixue, and he can't help but be affected, and he is slightly stunned, and the light rain in the rear has been killed, and the anger has also jumped up from behind Luo Cheng, and he has cooperated with the light rain to attack back and forth.

For a while, the army surrounded Luo Cheng, and it was already difficult to distinguish the shape of his face in the dark night, and under the light of the burning torch, it made the master's night vision extremely inconvenient, and after a moment of effort, Luo Cheng disappeared from Yan Feixue's sight.

After the last fight, Yan Feixue already knew that Xiaoyu was very prickly, and it was really easy to capsize in the gutter if she didn't deal with it carelessly.

Yan Feixue's figure flashed, and in a blink of an eye, she came to Yan Yan's side, and her jade hand slapped lightly on the hilt of her knife, and Yan Yan sent a ghost to slash at the light rain that rushed over.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yan Yan immediately wanted to take back his true qi, but unfortunately Yan Feixue had already reserved a dark energy in the blade, Yan Yan's big hand thought that it was sticking to the handle of the knife, and the two true qi were staggered, but he was injured and vomited blood first, and the big knife not only did not contain it, but accelerated the flying split.

Xiaoyu knew that Yan Yan was far from Yan Feixue's opponent, so she had already been a little careful, and while dodging the knife, she also reached out and pulled a real anger military armor so that it would not fall too ugly.

It was only a few breaths, and he couldn't even resist the other party's move, and he was very shocked in his heart, and then he understood what kind of opponent Luo Cheng was playing with in the past.

He knew that stepping forward to help would increase Xiaoyu's burden, so he immediately changed his strategy and asked the heavy infantry to erect a shield wall to clear a large open space, so as not to suffer from the fish in the pond. At the same time, let the archers scatter behind the shield wall, and when they find the right time, they will shoot arrows mercilessly, vowing to leave Yan Feixue behind.

Situ Lei also moved behind the shield wall with Yan Qing, who had been pointed out, his two eyes rolled wildly, and he didn't know what the hell he was thinking.

In the center of the venue, Tu Xiaoyu and Yan Feixue have exchanged hundreds of moves like lightning, both of them are masters of swords, and they are first-class beauties, the clouds are flying, like fairies descending to earth, seeing everyone intoxicated, they are not aware of the thrill in between. If the master makes a move, as long as he is a little careless and is seized by the opponent even once, then he has lost the opportunity, and under the passive defense, he will not be far from defeat. (To be continued.) )