On the full moon night, two figures ran quickly along the lake surface. After half an incense stick, they jumped into the woods on the canal lake bank...

Mu Qianjun carried Feng Jueyu in one hand and walked on the flat ground on the lake, allowing him to experience the peerless light skills of stepping on the water without traces...

Feng Jueyu had long seen Mu Qianjun's skills were not low, but he still didn't expect that he was so much better than himself. Not to mention Mu Qianjun's body, which was comparable to the father of Damo, crossing the river with his reeds, when he entered the woods along the lake and climbed to the top of Lianlang Mountain with Feng Jueyu, the faint blue light on his body even showed the problem.

This guy is actually a master in the Tianwu Realm. Although the blue light is slightly dim, it shows his initial level. After all, he is also a master in the Tianwu Realm. This girl is indeed not an ordinary person.

Along the way, Feng Jueyu was held in Mu Qianjun like a chicken, feeling the cold wind blowing through the lake, and couldn't help but be shocked. This guy was only in his early 20s and 30s, and actually reached the sixth level of the seventh level of martial arts. He was indeed powerful enough.

After flying to Jueding, Mu Qianjun didn't say anything. He searched for a relatively hidden position and stopped, settled Feng Jueyu, and said, "Brother, you can wait here for a while. When Mu cleans up his opponent, he will send you away..."

Feng Jueyu looked around and nodded slightly: "The moon is dark and the wind is high and the murderous night is a good place for duel..."

"Good vision." Mu Qianjun smiled, his expression was not as nervous and restrained as before the battle, but instead felt a faint sense of excitement and excitement. I think this guy is also a brave and fierce master, and no matter how big the scene is, he has experienced many recurrences.

Mu Qianjun pointed to Lianlang and said, "The water of the canal flows from the upper reaches to the must-pass place of Xilin. On the other side of the mountain, that is, behind us, there is a diversion, which is the main river channel in Tiannan. The cargo ships of merchants and the warships of the military headquarters must go upstream and turn to the west. If this is not Tiannan, but a barren land, in the military books, this is a place that military strategists must fight for. If someone sets an ambush here, he should be able to do his best."

Feng Jueyu also saw that the terrain of the two mountains was dangerous, and the other tributary of the river was blocked because there was no mountain. The terrain was tilted and the water against the current was extremely turbulent. If you go west, you will be unable to move at this place. No matter what you transport on the ship, as long as there are people setting up an ambush, no matter how many guards are, the chances of being broken are very high.

Feng Jueyu nodded repeatedly and asked, "Brother Mu, you can choose a place."

Mu Qianjun said with a smile: "This is a bad word. I didn't choose the place, so I can't do anything about it..."

It was either you chose or your opponent. Feng Jueyu nodded secretly, without making a sound, hiding in the grass, watching the stars and the moon.

As the Evil Emperor and the King of Killers, Feng Jueyu knew that this was a critical moment for Mu Qianjun. The battle was in place. A master needed to adjust his mentality and adjust his psychology to the best level in order to best exert his strength.

He didn't want to disturb Mu Qianjun, so he chose to remain silent.

Mu Qianjun looked at Feng Jueyu in a sympathetic manner and nodded silently. In an instant, his lazy posture disappeared completely, and replaced by the mighty and magnificent meaning.

Mu Qianjun, who was like a javelin, had blood and energy all over his body, his long hair was flying, and his figure was upright, as if he had merged with the heaven and earth.

The sound of the canal water surging from the top of Lianlang Jue came from the sound of surging canals, as if thousands of troops were galloping on the battlefield, and Mu Qianjun was the iron-blooded general on the battlefield, and the vanguard in front of the formation was unparalleled.

At this moment, the sound of "swish" sharp air slashing through the air in the grass not far away sounded. Feng Jueyu turned his head slightly and saw more than fifty people suddenly appearing behind him.

These people are all fierce and energetic, and come from all directions, stepping on rhythmic and almost consistent pace.

Their breathing was steady, and they were flying on the grass without any trace, as if the wind had swept through it, extremely fast...

Feng Jueyu had already discovered the hiding place of these fifty people, but he pretended not to know it. However, after using his powerful insight and sensing ability to distinguish, he actually found an extremely strong blood energy in them as Mu Qianjun.

Unlike killers, their blood and energy are full of masculinity and domineeringness, which makes people shudder. Needless to ask, these people must have been brought by Mu Qianjun, and they are all from the army and are really iron-blooded soldiers.

Fifty people stood quickly behind Mu Qianjun, like monuments that were invincible and unbreakable...

After calming for a while, Mu Qianjun spoke: "The soldiers obeyed the orders and surrounded the canal of the tributary of Tiannan. Once a suspicious person is found, they will be killed without mercy. Ensure that the Shangguan family cargo ship travels back thirty miles and there is no mistake..."

"yes……"

There was only one person who responded, but it seemed to reach everyone's heart. They had no expression, disappeared without a trace like ghosts.

The last one who walked was the one standing in front. He held a thick and long weapon wrapped in coarse cloth in his hands. He looked either a spear or a gun, and respectfully held it up with both hands and handed it to Mu Qianjun's hand, and then the last one left.

Listening to Mu Qianjun's order, Feng Jueyu was shocked to ensure that the Shangguanfu cargo ship was safe? Are they here to receive the goods? What kind of goods do they need to come and escort a group of iron soldiers?

The Mu family? I have heard that the number one military god in the Tiannan Empire is Mu, the Zhenyuan Hou of the Empire, the General of the Cavalry, Mu Zhonghun, and the famous number one general in the Tiannan.

Mu Qianjun, could he be a member of the Mu family?

In shock, Feng Jueyu had almost confirmed Mu Qianjun's identity. If it weren't for the Mu family's iron army and the Mu family's son, how could he train such elite soldiers? Mu Qianjun and Mu family would not have run away.

At the same time, Feng Jueyu further linked Xiao Yuanshan's discovery with what happened tonight. Shangguan's government had a batch of important goods to be transported out, so he set out tonight. Someone from the Mu family's iron army, who was far away in the western Xinjiang, ran back to Tiannan. If these two things were not related, they would not believe it if they killed Feng Da Killer.

"It seems that this is an uneasy night." Feng Jueyu's pupils shrank.

At this moment, a strange figure reflected under the bright silver moon in the distance, and quickly landed on the top of Wupan Mountain.

The same thing as Mu Qianjun is that at the moment the man appeared, Feng Jueyu smelled a stream of blood that soared into the sky, but this man's blood was different. The opposite of Mu Qianjun's masculine and domineering blood was that this man's blood was particularly cold and evil.

If Mu Qianjun is a tiger, then he is a poisonous snake.

If Mu Qianjun is a javelin, he is a cold arrow.

Feng Jueyu is very familiar with this smell. The person who came was not an iron-blooded soldier, but a complete colleague, a typical killer...

This is the first colleague Feng Jueyu saw in Taixuan Continent. The first time he met a colleague with great strength.

The killer who can make an appointment with Mu Qianjun must have a good cultivation level. Feng Jueyu unconsciously pursed his lips. He wanted to see how much difference is between the killers in Taixuan Continent and himself.

As a killer, Feng Jueyu is proficient in all means of using assassination and making the mission successful, and can simply artisticize every subject.

Killing is an art, not like a beast that only reveals its hideous fangs. It contains an understanding of all things in the world, so meticulous that you can use all the existences around you to help you complete the task of killing.

Even a piece of grass on the ground has its own place...

"Mu Qianjun." The killer on the opposite side spoke first, his tone was feminine, revealing a breath that could be emitted by only a poisonous snake.

Undoubtedly, this kind of person is indeed suitable for being a killer because he has no emotions related to humans, but it is precisely because of this that he can never be a peak killer, let alone the king of killers.

Sitting in the grass, Feng Jueyu adjusted his breath to the lowest point. Although the magical skill of life and death impermanence that he practiced was operating in his body, this skill was different from the skills on the Taixuan Continent. The purple, white, gold, blue, and blue green at the seventh level of martial arts are not suitable for the magical skill of life and death impermanence.

Coupled with Feng Jueyu's more than 20 years of experience as the King of Killers, as long as he doesn't want to, few people will find his existence, even Mu Qianjun and that feminine man can't do it.

Feeling the venomous temperament of the feminine man and the contempt that was faintly expressed in his tone, Feng Jueyu knew that although this person was a killer, he was definitely not a master among the killers.

A real killer will not underestimate any opponent. Even if there is a difference between the two, as a killer, you should use your opponent in the simplest, fastest and most labor-saving way like a lion snatching a rabbit. This is the most basic essence of a killer.

The person on the other side completely ignored this most important point.

So, he can't...

Rational analysis made Feng Jueyu assert that person's ability, but in the same way, he would not ignore the basis of killers in this world, that is, the realm of martial arts.

Maybe they are arrogant because they have a skill, which is essentially different from the environment they live in their previous life.

So for the time being, Feng Jueyu is still unable to determine who is stronger and weaker than Mu Qianjun, so he will infer the outcome of this duel.

The feminine man let out a hoarse laugh: "Mu Qianjun, when I came, I knew that my opponent would be you. You did not disappoint me. You came from Yuecheng from all over the world to intercept me. It seems that the Shangguanfu supplies are really important to the Mu family army."

Mu Qianjun looked at the other party coldly and replied in a low and heavy voice: "Yan Wuming, stop talking nonsense. If you want to touch my army's supplies, please ask me the silver spear in my hand first."

"choke!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Qianjun took off the tightly wrapped coarse cloth in his hand, revealing a silver spear that shone brightly.

With the moonlight, the shiny tip of the silver spear reflects an intoxicating luster. The sharpness of the spear tip seems to stir up layers of invincible sharpness and soar away.

Feng Jueyu instantly remembered that this gun had a very cool name.

Iron-blooded silver spear!

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ps: I got drunk yesterday and didn’t reply at all. The next day I felt dizzy and vomited, and I didn’t dare to drink too much next time, as it would be easy to die.
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