On the border between Chaoyang and Beiqiang, the undulating mountains are a natural barrier between the two countries, and there is only a narrow pass that can be used by large groups of people and horses.

However, the armies of the two countries did not confront each other as imagined, because Beiqiang was a fishing and hunting people, and their understanding of the land was not as high as that of the Chaoyang Empire. However, the Chaoyang Empire attached great importance to it, because if the Beiqiang army entered this pass, then they would face an endless plain, which was the favorite terrain of the Beiqiang cavalry, and once it was lost, the result was indescribable.

In the autumn of October, the troops stationed in the valley did not enjoy the right to peace and prosperity at all, as long as they were here, they had to endure the routine routines, cold and desolation were their worst enemies, and of course, the indescribable longing and loneliness.

To the south of this place is Wuxian Town, where the northwest camp is located, and every half a month, a team of men and horses will set out from the town to replace the soldiers on duty in the valley.

If you are a literati who have nothing to do, you can really chant a few lines of poetry here elegantly, or enjoy the unique scenery in the mountains, but as a soldier here, it is hypocritical.

When the sun gradually set the horizon with the sunset, two people wearing Beiqiang's unique costumes quietly crossed the border and quietly came to the camp of Wuxian Town.

It's no different from an ordinary town, there are stalls and wine bars, but most of the people who live here are soldiers, so life here is a little boring, and occasionally seeing women is like seeing a long-lost relative.

The two of them carried a heavy package behind them, and even walking across the ground, they would leave deep footprints on it, and in the last trace of light left on the ground by the setting sun, it took a long time for the two Beiqiang people to finally come to the very center of Wuxian Town, the door of a large tent of the Chinese army.

After being informed by the soldiers guarding the gate and carefully inspected, the two finally entered proudly and safely, but before entering the big tent, they subconsciously turned their heads and glanced at the mountain peak in the distance, behind which was their own land and familiar people.

After entering the tent, carefully observing the surroundings, and checking the corners and corners, and making sure that there was no one, one of them said in a low voice: "Remember, you must be careful for a while, that person is a murderous butcher, no matter how intimate the invitation we have before, once that person is not satisfied, he will definitely be furious, but later, whether you and I can go back alive or not, but it is not certain." ”

Another rather young Qiang man had a look of disdain on his face, shook his body casually, let the package behind him stop in a comfortable position, and said: "Cut, it doesn't matter who he is, once we Qiang people go straight in, he will not be our defeated general and slave? ”

"No, there are so many courtiers in the world, and there are so many arrogant generals, but there are not many people like him who can survive any storm like him. The middle-aged man looked at the young Qiang man indifferently, as if he was reprimanding and reminding, "To say, there are many people who want to kill him, but why hasn't he died? ”

The young Qiang was obviously dismissive, "It's just some luck, don't be so careful." ”

At this moment, a Han sergeant with a knife at his waist walked in, his face full of scrutiny.

This place can be said to be only one step away from Ximenwang's mansion, but because of the safety and strict military discipline, they can only wait here for a while.

The sergeant's right hand has been pressed on the saber on his waist, his expression is indifferent like a plant, it seems that he is not smiling all the year round, and when he came to the two of them, the sergeant rarely raised the corners of his mouth, "Two, it's getting late today, our general still has important things, I'm afraid there should be no time today." ”

"What do you mean? Is that how you Han people are hospitable?"

The young Qiang man instantly raised his eyebrows, "At the original agreed time, the two of us were not missing a second, do you want to let the two of us go back?"

Seeing the other party's angry expression, the Han sergeant also turned cold, and his right hand holding the hilt of the knife suddenly tightened, which was a threat and a warning.

Obviously, the older sergeant had a calm face, he should have experienced a lot of such things, and he was already familiar with it. He smiled professionally and said softly: "This military master, we have indeed come here after crossing the mountains and mountains, if we are going back at this time, is it really a little unkind? ”

"Humph!"

The Han officer snorted coldly, "Did I say let you go?"

As he spoke, he looked at the young Qiang man viciously, "This kid needs to be trained well." The general said that you can live here today, but whether I can see you today or not is not necessarily, and it depends on the arrangements at that time. ”

At this time, they were in the territory of the enemy country, and the two Qiang people naturally did not dare to make a mistake, so they had to nod slightly.

"Come with me!"

The sergeant said coldly, turned around and walked out of the camp, and the two Qiang people followed out with great reluctance.

At this time, there was no army to press the border, this was the moment when the Han soldiers could show off their might, the two Qiang thought in their hearts, this was a comfort to themselves, and a reason for their cowardice.

This is the big tent, and there are no accustomed soldiers patrolling outside, this is not a strong outside, but another kind of pride.

With the reluctance in their hearts, the two Qiang people turned around and looked at a slightly luxurious mansion, which was the resting place of Ximen Wang.

However, what they could not see was the interior of the mansion, and in one room, an oil lamp kept beating, illuminating a long wooden bed covered with tiger skin.

A middle-aged man was dressed in plain clothes, lying idly on it, as if he was sleeping, and as if he was thinking deeply.

However, no one knew that he was actually waiting for someone, an important person, more important than the two Beiqiang guests, because he wanted to leave that person's head here.

A man in black hidden outside the big tent didn't realize this, he was a cultivator, and his control of the aura had already reached the point of pure fire.

However, just as he wanted to get up slowly, an extremely cold breath came to his face, followed by an unrecognizable shadow.

His complexion changed sharply, and he was surprised in his heart, and he was about to strike first, after all, he had no companions here, and anyone he could see gasping for breath was an enemy.

The dry fingers quickly formed a handprint on the chest, and a thin aura erupted, forming a fluctuation of aura within a few sheets.

However, the previous dark shadow did not arrive as expected, and everything in front of him was nothing but nothingness.

However, the middle-aged man in the distant room did open his eyes, and two cold rays of light seemed to pierce the haze of dusk.

The tiger skin under him was inexplicable, as if it was quickly rolled up by a pair of invisible hands, and instantly wrapped his body.

This is the method of the spirit controller, and Ximen Wang, who was lying on the bed, naturally understood this, and even deliberately let the other party succeed.

According to the information, the man in black outside should be a soul controller in Beiqiang, probably not very old, but he is definitely a genius in cultivation. Before the age of forty, he had already reached the cultivation of the fifth realm.

However, he resented what the Great Khan of Beiqiang had done, he couldn't help but refuse the reward of the Great Han, and also opposed the Great Khan everywhere, for example, today, he was going to kill the great general of the empire, he was not in hatred, but wanted to destroy, break a secret agreement.

Although Ximen Wang did it on purpose, he definitely didn't dare to slack off, the battle between cultivators is often between life and death, and if there is a slight difference, it will be an irreparable end.

Therefore, just now he turned into a black shadow and returned, but it was just a test to find out the strength of the other party.

However, what he didn't expect was that the man in black shot so fast that he couldn't imagine it.

Outside the room, a long sword behind the man in black was already unsheathed at that moment, and he didn't show off his skills, but flew straight to the room.

With a faint sound of a paper window cracking, the long sword went straight in, as fast as lightning.

Lying on the bed, Simon Wang's face was full of horror, at this time his body was tightly wrapped in a tiger skin, which was his beloved thing, a symbol of power, but at this time, he could not let himself be sentimental and pitiful.

He frowned as he watched the lightning flash through the window, and the sound of piercing the air reached his ears in an instant.

However, Ximen Wang suddenly showed a hint of a smile, and at that moment, his smile turned into incomprehensible anger.

Just as the long sword reached his chest like a dragon, Ximen Wang's brows suddenly frowned, and a powerful force burst from the inside of the tiger skin in an instant with a cold snort.

In the ensuing puff of smoke, the long sword that had reached his chest came to an abrupt halt, and kept trembling there, making a sound similar to a struggle, but he couldn't get close to it again.

The original tiger skin had already been shattered into powder, floating in the air like cotton wool, and the next moment, Ximen Wang slowly sat up, rather leisurely bypassed the long sword, walked to the opposite side of the long sword, raised his right hand, as if holding his own sword, and raised the long sword that the man in black was supposed to take his life.

The next moment, a black shadow broke out of the window and went straight to a corner not far from the backyard, the long sword was like a traitor, and the sharp blade pointed at its original master.

In the middle of the flight, in that dark corner, a masked man in black jumped up in an instant, although the black cloth covered his face, but from his movements, it could be seen that he was panicked and frightened.

The eyes that were originally full of confidence reflected another middle-aged man, dressed in plain clothes, holding a long sword, and the golden light had already arrived in front of him.

For him, the other party's aura fluctuations didn't seem to bring a trace of wind, or rather, the wind rose, but he didn't feel it.

As a chill hit his chest, the middle-aged man named Ximen Wang let go of his right hand holding the long sword, but the long sword had already been returned to him.

After a few staggers, the man in black only used his hand on the wall behind him, and his body was unconsciously withdrawn, but his eyes kept staring at Simon on the opposite side.

Unexpectedly, Ximen Wang put his hands behind his back and said with a kind face: "I have been waiting for you for a long time, and because I have to wait for you, I have not gone to see your kindred." ”

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky and continued, "Don't you know that it's a shame to waste time, especially as an Assassin. ”

The corners of the black-clothed man's mouth behind the mask curled slightly, "Really, I didn't expect General Ximen to be a person who knows how to cherish time, so please do it quickly." ”

Ximen Wang sighed again, "I naturally want to do it, but there is one thing you may not know, that is, I cut off my head and never use my own knife." ”

"You know what? it takes blood to maintain a weapon, and only enough blood can prove your love for your weapon. ”

After speaking, Ximenwang's right hand was raised suddenly, and at that moment, a heavy wide knife flew straight out of the room and landed steadily in Ximenwang's hand.