"Come in directly!" Murong Feixue said as she prepared to draw out her flaming crescent sword.
Long Ming raised his hand to hold Feixue's little hand, shook his head and said, "I know the way. Come with me through Qianfu Xuanmen. There are few guards there."
As soon as the words fell, the two of them flew up, their bodies as strong as flying swallows. In addition to the night clothes that blended into the night, the whereabouts of the two of them could not be seen at all. After a while, they disappeared without a sound.
When they arrived at the Xuanmen of Qianfu, the three or five guards were indeed yawning slightly tiredly. They didn't pay attention to the movements around them at all...
"Click, click..." Several slight sounds of broken neck bones came from the sound.
Almost at the same time, the three or five guards all fell to the ground. They didn't even have time to hum.
Immediately afterwards, Murong Feixue and Long Ming quietly entered the courtyard like two gusts of cold wind. Except for a few fallen corpses, the entrance of the courtyard seemed as if no one had been there. It was surprisingly quiet...
"Crack, crackle..." A slight sound came.
Long Ming realized something was wrong and immediately said to Murong Feixue: "Get back quickly!"
Just as he finished speaking, a large net fell from the air. Fortunately, Murong Feixue and Long Ming reacted in time. Before the net fell, they had already stepped aside.
"There is a trap!" Murong Feixue said in a low voice.
"Haha... The soldiers will block it, and the water will cover it!" Long Ming said nonchalantly. His face did not change, and there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
After a moment, they saw countless guards wearing foggy gray armors swarming in from all sides with swords raised. They instantly surrounded Long Ming and Murong Feixue.
"Hahaha... You are already on the verge of death and you are still talking nonsense here?" A deep voice with arrogance sounded from the air.
Long Ming and Murong Feixue turned around when they heard the sound, and saw a man with a majestic body walking out from among the guards.
He is less than twenty years old, wearing an amber-yellow python robe. His dazzling blond hair is tied high on his head. His face is completely exposed, and his two thick black eyebrows are like two long swords. Under his eyebrows is a pair of cold and sinister birds of prey.
His eyes were filled with a ferocious smile. As he spoke, a nine-foot moon-gazing sword was spread out in front of his chest. It was so powerful that it was difficult to defeat him.
"Who are you?" Murong Feixue asked in a deep voice.
"Hmph, you don't even know who I am and you dare to come to Qianjia at night? I really don't know how to write the word "death!" The man in yellow robe said with an imposing smile, "Let me tell you, I am Feng, who Qianjia calls the Little Overlord of Long Knife.
Fourth Young Master, Qian Qingfeng!"
"Oh...it turns out to be just a bully young master..." Murong Feixue nodded, his eyes full of disdain.
Upon hearing this, Qian Qingfeng's eyes immediately widened, and the veins on the fingers that were tightly clasped on the handle of the knife had popped out. His furious expression was as terrifying as bloodthirsty. His sharp eyes, like those of an eagle, were immediately filled with evil aura.
It seems like it will explode in the next moment!
"Damn it, a yellow-haired girl dares to laugh at my young master? You really don't know how to live or die!" Qian Qingfeng said angrily through gritted teeth. The next moment, he waved his long knife and shouted an order.
"Come here... come here! Let these two little thieves see what the cold soul guards of Qianjia are like!"
As soon as the words fell, the hundreds of English-level guards surrounding Long Ming and Murong Feixue opened their mouths in an instant. Immediately, they saw faint phantoms of soot rushing out from their open mouths.
