On a full moon night, two figures ran quickly against the lake. After half a stick of incense, they jumped into the woods on the bank of the canal...
Mu Qianjun held Feng Jueyu in one hand and walked on the lake as if on the ground, allowing him to experience the peerless lightness skill of treading water without leaving a trace...
Feng Jueyu had long seen that Mu Qianjun's skills were not low, but he still didn't expect that he was so much better than him. Not to mention that Mu Qianjun's body was comparable to Bodhidharma's Patriarch Yiwei Dujiang. Entering
When Feng Jueyu climbed to the top of Lianlang Mountain with Feng Jueyu in the woods along the lake, the faint blue light on his body explained the problem even more.
This guy is actually a master of the Tianwu Realm. Although the blue light is slightly dim, showing his elementary level, he is still a master of the Tianwu Realm after all. This guy is definitely not an ordinary person.
Along the way, Feng Jueyu was held in Mu Qianjun's hand like a little chicken. Feeling the cold wind blowing over the lake, he couldn't help but secretly gasp in surprise. This guy was only in his early 20s and less than 30 years old, but he actually reached the seventh level of martial arts.
The sixth realm in the realm is indeed powerful enough.
After flying to the top, Mu Qianjun didn't say anything. He looked around for a relatively hidden position and stopped. He settled Feng Jueyu and said, "Brother, please wait here for a while until Mu has dealt with his enemies."
, and then I’ll send you away…”
Feng Jueyu looked around and nodded slightly: "On a murderous night with a dark moon and high wind, this is a good place for a duel..."
"Good vision." Mu Qianjun smiled, his expression was not as nervous and restrained as on the eve of the war, but instead showed a faint excitement and excitement. I think this guy is also a brave and ruthless master, no matter how big the scene is,
I've been through this many times.
Mu Qianjun pointed at Lian Lang and Wu said: "The water of the canal here must pass from the upper reaches to Xilin. On the other side of the mountain, behind us, there is another branch, which is the main flow of Tiannan.
The river, merchants' cargo ships, and military warships all have to go upstream and turn to the west. If this is not Tiannan, but a barren land, in the military book, this is a battleground for military strategists. If someone is here,
When you set up an ambush, you should be prepared to do everything possible."
Feng Jueyu also saw that the terrain was dangerous at the intersection of two mountains. The other tributary of the river was blocked by no mountains and the terrain was sloping. The water flowing in the opposite direction was extremely swift. If you go west and reach the branch here, no matter how big a boat is, it will be difficult to move.
, no matter what is carried on the ship, as long as someone sets an ambush, no matter how heavy the defense is, the chance of being breached is very high.
Feng Jueyu nodded repeatedly and asked, "Brother Mu, you really know how to choose a place."
Mu Qianjun smiled and said, "That's wrong. I didn't choose the place, and there's nothing I can do about it..."
Either you chose it or your opponent chose it. Feng Jueyu nodded secretly and hid in the grass without saying a word, 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. With a war approaching, a master needs to adjust his mentality to the optimal level in order to be the best.
to exert its own strength.
He didn't want to disturb Mu Qianjun, so he chose to remain silent.
Mu Qianjun glanced at Feng Jueyu tacitly and nodded silently. In an instant, the lazy posture on his body completely disappeared, replaced by a majestic and heroic spirit.
Mu Qianjun is like a javelin, with blood all over his body, long hair flying, and a tall and straight posture, as if he is integrated with the heaven and earth.
The sound of surging canal water could be heard from the top of Lian Lang Jue, as if thousands of troops and horses were galloping on the battlefield, and Mu Qianjun was the iron-blooded general on the battlefield, the vanguard in front of the battle, unrivaled.
At this moment, the sound of "whooshing" sharp energy cutting through the air could be heard from the grass not far away. Feng Jueyu turned his head slightly and saw more than fifty people suddenly appearing behind him.
These people are all fierce and energetic, coming from all directions, walking in a rhythmic and almost uniform pace,
Their breathing was steady, and they were flying on the grass without leaving any trace, as if the wind was sweeping over them, extremely fast...
Feng Jueyu had discovered the hiding place of these fifty people a long time ago, but he just pretended not to know. However, after using his powerful insight and sensing ability to distinguish, he actually found on them the same strong and incomparable strength as Mu Qianjun.
blood.
Unlike the killers, their blood is full of masculinity and domineering, which makes people shudder. Needless to say, these people must have been brought by Mu Qianjun, and they all came from the army, and are real iron-blooded soldiers.
Fifty people quickly stood up behind Mu Qianjun, standing like monuments that could not be destroyed by wind and rain...
After a moment of calm, Mu Qianjun spoke: "All the officers and men are listening to the order, and they will be surrounded five miles away from the Tiannan Branch Canal. If any suspicious people are found, they will be killed without mercy. Make sure that the Shangguan family's cargo ship goes retrograde for thirty miles without making any mistakes."
…”
"yes……"
There was only one person who responded, but it seemed to reach everyone's heart. They had no expression and disappeared without a trace like ghosts.
The last person to leave was the person standing at the front. His hand was holding a thick and long weapon wrapped in coarse cloth. Judging from the shape, it looked like a spear or a spear. He lifted it up respectfully with both hands and handed it to Mu Qianjun's hand.
, and then was the last one to leave.
Listening to Mu Qianjun's order, Feng Jueyu was shocked. Make sure that the Shangguanfu cargo ship is safe? Are they here to pick up the goods? What kind of goods require a group of hard-working soldiers to escort them?
Mu family? I have heard that the first military god of the Tiannan Empire is named Mu. He is the Zhenyuan Marquis of the empire, a hussar general, and Mu Zhonghun. He is the famous general in Tiannan.
Mu Qianjun, is he from the Mu family?
In shock, Feng Jueyu had almost determined the identity of Mu Qianjun. If it weren't for the Tiejun of the Mu family and the sons of the Mu family, how could they have trained such elite soldiers. Mu Qianjun and the Mu family did not run away.
At the same time, Feng Jueyu connected Xiao Yuanshan's discovery with what happened tonight. The Shangguan Mansion had a batch of important goods to be shipped out, and they were setting off tonight. The Mu family's iron army was far away in Western Xinjiang to resist Daru.
Someone actually ran back to Tiannan. If these two things were not related, Killer Feng Da would not believe it.
"It seems like this is an uneventful night." Feng Jueyu's pupils shrank.
At this moment, a strange figure was reflected under the bright silver moon high in the sky in the distance, and it quickly landed on the top of Wupan Mountain.
Similar to Mu Qianjun, Feng Jueyu smelled a surge of blood energy the moment that person appeared. However, this person's blood energy was different. Completely opposite to Mu Qianjun's masculine and domineering blood energy, this person's blood energy was permeable.
It is particularly cold and evil.
If Mu Qianjun is a tiger, then that person is a poisonous snake.
If Mu Qianjun is a javelin, he is a cold arrow,
Feng Jueyu was very familiar with this smell. The person who came was not an iron-blooded soldier, but an out-and-out colleague, a typical killer...
This is the first peer Feng Jueyu has seen in Taixuan Continent, and it is the first time he has met a peer with considerable strength.
The killers who could challenge Mu Qianjun must have high levels of cultivation. Feng Jueyu pursed his lips unconsciously. He wanted to see how far the killers from Taixuan Continent were compared with himself.
As an assassin, Feng Jueyu is very proficient in all means of assassination and the success of the mission, and can almost turn every subject into an art.
Killing is an art, and it is not just like showing the ferocious fangs of a beast. It involves an understanding of everything in the world, and is so detailed that you can use everything around you to help you complete the task of killing.
Even a piece of grass on the ground can be used...
"Mu Qianjun." The killer on the opposite side was the first to speak. His tone was feminine, with an aura that only poisonous snakes could exude.
Undoubtedly, this kind of person is indeed suitable to be a killer, because he does not have any emotions related to humans, but precisely because of this, he will never be a top killer, let alone the king of killers.
Sitting in the grass, Feng Jueyu adjusted his breath to the lowest point. Although the impermanence of life and death magic skill he practiced was running in his body, this skill was still different from the skills on Taixuan Continent. The purple, white, gold and green of the seventh level of martial arts were
Orange, blue, and green are not suitable for the impermanent magic of life and death at all.
Coupled with Feng Jueyu's more than twenty years of experience as the king of killers, as long as he doesn't want to, few people will discover his existence, not even Mu Qianjun and that feminine man.
Feeling the snake-like temperament of the feminine man and the slight contempt emanating from his tone, Feng Jueyu knew that although this man was a killer, he was by no means a master among killers.
A real killer will not underestimate any opponent. Even if there is a huge difference between the two, as a killer, he will attack his opponent like a lion attacking a rabbit in the simplest, fastest and most labor-saving way.
This is the most basic essence of a killer.
The person opposite completely ignored this most important point.
So, he can't...
Rational analysis allowed Feng Jueyu to assert this person's abilities, but at the same time, he would not ignore the foundation of killers in this world, which is the realm of martial arts.
Maybe they are arrogant because of their extraordinary skills. This is fundamentally different from the environment they lived in in their previous lives.
Therefore, for the time being, Feng Jueyu is not sure who is stronger or weaker between him and Mu Qianjun, so as to determine the outcome of this duel.
The feminine man let out a hoarse, hoarse laugh: "Mu Qianjun, I knew my opponent would be you when I came here. You really didn't disappoint me. You came all the way from Yuecheng to stop me. It looks like you are from Shangguanfu."
This batch of supplies is really important to the Mu family army."
Mu Qianjun looked at the other party coldly, and replied with a deep and thick voice: "Yan Wu Ming, stop talking nonsense. If you want to use my army's supplies, ask me for the silver gun in my hand first."
"choke!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Qianjun took off the coarse cloth tightly wrapped around the weapon in his hand, revealing a shining silver spear.
In the moonlight, the shiny tip of the silver gun reflects an intoxicating luster, and the sharp point of the gun tip seems to stir up layers of indestructible energy, soaring into the sky.
Feng Jueyu instantly remembered that this gun had a very cool name.
Iron-blooded silver gun!
A note to readers:
ps: I got very drunk yesterday and never recovered. The next day I felt dizzy and even vomited. I don’t dare to drink too much next time, as it could lead to death.