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The fight on the long street naturally made the people living on this street close their doors and windows and hide in the safest place they think.

Since Xiao Shaozong has controlled the capital and he has sent these people, it is impossible for another army to come to participate in the entire capital. The Tiger God Camp will not be involved, and the people from Kyoto Mansion will not be involved, and the people from the Shenhou Mansion will not be involved.

Qining was almost helpless.

To survive, you can only break out of the dense crowds of people.

But Qi Ning knew very well that his layout tonight was putting himself in a dangerous situation, and even he could not determine whether he could really fight out. After all, since Xiao Shaozong was determined to take his life, the number of people arranged tonight would naturally not be small or weak. At least in Xiao Shaozong's deployment, Qi Ning would never have the possibility of escaping from death.

The streets were already covered with blood, and the stone stairs were lying on the ground, but more people still rushed towards Qi Ning without any attention.

Of course, Qi Ning caught a glimpse of the figures standing on the roof, at least he recognized one of them at a glance that Mo Ying was.

The appearance of Moying tonight was as expected by Qi Ning.

In the previous episode, Mo Ying forced Qi Ning to use the power of a master at the cost of sacrificing dozens of Yulin soldiers, which also exposed the fatal weakness that Qi Ning didn't know. Mo Ying did not take action at the moment. Qi Ning knew that this person might be using the same trick again, waiting for him to use the power of a master again.

If you learn from your mistakes, you will gain wisdom. At least Qi Ning can't use the power of a master at the moment.

With his flexible body skills and the cold blade that cuts iron like mud to temper poison, Qi Ning really felt like a tiger entering the flock of sheep. Wherever he passed, screams continued and blood splattered. Qi Ning relied on the cold blade that tempered poison, rolled across the crowd like the wind, cutting through the fingers, cheeks, thighs, spine, and every wound was the mark of death.

There is no need to accurately attack the enemy's key points, which actually saved Qi Ning a lot of physical strength. In an instant, twenty or thirty lives were taken away by Qi Ning, just like the god of death.

The man in the strong-fitting mask on the roof had his pupils contracted.

He didn't seem to have expected that Qi Ning would take human life so easily and casually in such a dilemma, and walk flexibly among the crowd. When it flashed by, he would take his life away, just like a butterfly dancing among the flowers, without touching his body.

"I want him to die!" The masked man spit out cursed words.

Mo Ying, who was wearing a black mask, turned his head and looked at the masked man in a strong manner. A smile appeared in his eyes under the mask, but he didn't say anything.

Although Qi Ning killed the corpse everywhere, there were still dense crowds of people on both ends of the street, with no less than one or two hundred people in total. There were archers holding crossbows on the roof. Although they aimed at Qi Ning several times to shoot, Qi Ning flashed in the crowd. The archers could not lock in Qi Ning's figure at all, and they did not dare to easily pull the mechanism to avoid shooting his own people.

"This way he will run away!" said the masked man in strong clothes again.

Although Qi Ning was surrounded by a dense crowd, as he slaughtered forward, the entire crowd moved to the streets. What was terrifying was that he had paid dozens of lives, but Qi Ning was not injured at all. Moreover, he was flexible and agile, and there was no physical problem at all.

Mo Ying finally said, "He can't leave!"

His tone was very certain, as if everything in front of him was just a scene, and the current scene was just a wonderful process of the play, but the ending was already destined.

At this moment, he heard the sound of Mas. Mo Ying looked over and saw a carriage suddenly appearing on the dim street. Mo Ying's eyesight was amazing. He saw that there was no coachman on the front of the carriage, but the horse was speeding towards the middle of the long street, dragging the carriage behind it shaking.

It was a carriage that looked inconspicuous. The dignitaries disdained to use such a carriage. Not only was the carriage small, but it was also very old.

The carriage suddenly appeared, and even Mo Ying's eyes also showed a hint of doubt.

The horses kept coming closer to the crowd in a moment. Suddenly, several people lined up in a row of people walls, blocking the carriage. The carriage without a coachman was just a few feet away from the walls. Everyone looked at each other and looked surprised.

There was a bloody battle on the long street. Even a blind man could hear that the situation on the street was wrong. Any carriage would turn its head when seeing such a situation, and he would be afraid to avoid it. However, the carriage not only had no intention of evading, but instead approached directly. When everyone thought about it, they knew that the visitor was not good.

Qi Ning was wandering around the crowd like a ghost, and most people were just staring at Qi Ning's life and didn't care about the sudden appearance of the carriage.

Five or six covered sword hands blocked the front of the carriage and looked at each other. A murderous intent in the middle passed by, and a little below his foot, and he had already flew out. With the sound of the horse's neighing, the man had already landed on the horse's back, leaned forward, pointed a long sword in his hand, and rushed straight into the carriage.

The tip of the knife just touched the curtain. Before the few companions could see clearly what was going on, they heard a scream. The man's body flew back like a kite. He was in the air. The few people immediately saw a terrifying scene. The man's head was directly separated from his neck. Blood gushed out from the broken head, splashing out in the air, like rain.

Before several companions could dodge, they were already splashed by the rain falling from the sky.

This terrifying scene happened in an instant, and everyone changed their color in horror. Even Mo Ying and others on the roof also showed surprise in their eyes.

"kill!"

One person shouted deeply, and the remaining people were not afraid. They snatched out almost at the same time and attacked the carriage. Before they got close to the carriage, Mo Ying saw the curtain of the carriage suddenly breaking open, and a figure shot out from the carriage like a sharp arrow. Then, in front of the horse, a light flashed. In the blink of an eye, a sword net had been formed. Every line woven into this net seemed to be unstoppable. The figure was like a fisherman who threw out the net and covered the knife hands that snatched it.

Sword Net is death, death that cannot be avoided.

When several people were covered by the sword net, before they could make a sound, the sword net had penetrated the bodies of these people and rushed over, and the fisherman who sprinkled the sword net also moved behind these people in an instant.

The fishing net was closed, and the few people were already broken and turned into countless blood clots. The fisherman who cast the net was already standing in the local area, holding a long sword and pointing the sword tip. His whole person was like a sculpture standing on a long street, motionless, and he didn't even look back at the broken corpse torn by the sword net.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Finally, the fisherman who cast the net raised his head and did not look at Qi Ning who was fighting among the crowd. Instead, he turned his head slightly, looked over the top, looked at the roof, Mo Ying, or the dwarf wearing a white doll-faced mask.

The white baby face smiled in the night. The mask smiled strangely and gloomyly, but the eyes under the mask obviously did not have a trace of smile. Instead, it was shrinking. The murderous intent hidden deep in the eyes was sprayed out like a spring water. His voice was slightly hoarse, and it sounded very strange, which made anyone who heard this sound feel uncomfortable: "It's him, he is not dead yet!"

"He?" Mo Ying glanced at the baby face: "Who are you talking about?"

"Sad to the sky!" The baby-faced voice was stern: "He is not dead yet, it turns out... he has been in the capital."

Mo Ying stared at the fisherman who cast a net and sneered: "It turned out to be him. I heard that he was dead in your hands. It turns out that the dead can be resurrected." Without waiting for the baby face to speak, he said coldly: "This person shouldn't have appeared in the plan tonight. With the strength in our hands, it is more than enough to win Qi Ning's head, but with one more swordsman, it will disrupt the entire deployment."

Babyface said lightly: "With your strength, are you afraid of a swordsman?"

"This is the trouble you caused." Mo Ying carried his hands on her back and said calmly: "My goal is only Qi Ning. If the plan fails because of your reasons, it will have nothing to do with me."

The baby-faced strange smiled and said, "The swordsman appears to protect Qi Ning. If the swordsman does not die, Qi Ning will not die. So if you don't care about the swordsman, you will definitely not be able to kill Qi Ning. Don't you understand such a simple truth?"

"I don't understand what you mean." Mo Ying didn't even look at Tiange, staring at Qi Ning who had already killed people.

"The meaning is very simple. Qi Ning is going to die, and the swordsman is going to die." Babyface said, "Since you are here, you can't live." He turned his head, raised it again, and looked up at Mo Ying, who was a big piece taller than him: "I can't deal with the swordsman, so I can only ask you to do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a flash of eyes and was shocked. Before he could react, with a "pop", Mo Ying slapped the baby-faced face with a speed of lightning speed. He had a great effort to attack. When this palm hit the baby-faced mask, he actually knocked the baby-faced mask on the face of the short man. At this moment, the extremely strange face of the short man was revealed.

The masked man standing on the other side of Mo Ying was shocked and couldn't help but take a step back. Then he saw the dwarf's face, and his internal organs were as if they were clamped into a ball by one hand at this moment, giving birth to an irresistible feeling of vomiting.

The face under the white mask is really not a face, and its mouth, nose and eyes are concentrated in the center of the face, squeezed into a ball, as if it was squeezed from both sides to the middle by two palms. It was a face that made people feel creepy when they looked at it.
Chapter completed!