Dark clouds covered the moon, and the city of Hui'an became much darker. The shouts of killing outside the city became more and more intense, but the city was quiet.
Boom!
With a loud noise, the south city gate suddenly fell. The officers and soldiers of Hui'an City retreated one after another. The Qinghe Sect with blue cloth strips tied on their arms rushed into the city. The shouts of killing instantly spread into the city, and groups of fully armed soldiers poured in.
In the city, they marched straight into the city, and the defenders were completely defeated.
The evening breeze blew through her hair, and Su Yin narrowed her eyes slightly. She could already feel a strong murderous aura rolling in. The smell of blood could only be emitted by soldiers on the battlefield.
It was obvious that the Qinghe Sect's rebels had entered the city and were encircling the center of the city.
Su Yin's lips curled up with a hint of amusement. If the Qinghe Sect rebels knew that there were more than 500 martial arts masters hidden in the city waiting for them to fall into the trap, I don't know what their expression would be.
A group of cavalry led the way and galloped through the street, passing through the street below Su Yin.
Opposite him, Mr. Ming Shu had a strange smile on his face and took out a long flute-like bamboo stick in his hand. There was no hollow on it, but a complete bamboo stick.
Naturally, this object is not a flute-like instrument, but a hidden weapon. It is a blow-tube arrow specially used to kill people. There are poisonous needles in the bamboo tube. When you blow the air, it will be fired out. It is silent and kills people invisible.
I saw Mr. Mingshu put one side of the bamboo tube to his mouth, puffed it up and blew it hard. The next moment, three silver lights flashed and went straight towards the group of cavalry galloping past the street.
Su Yin raised his eyebrows, took out a tile from the roof, and flicked it casually. The dark tile immediately flew out and hit the three silver needles shot by Mr. Ming Shu.
With a clang, the tiles shattered, and the three silver needles fell to the ground, making a clanging sound. The three silver needles that fell to the ground exuded a faint blue luster, and were obviously highly poisonous.
"Who?"
The noise in the dark night suddenly attracted the attention of the cavalry. They immediately pulled the reins of the horses and stopped one by one. They looked around with vigilant eyes and soon discovered Mr. Ming Shu and Su Yin in the attic and on the roof.
Two people.
"Catch them."
The commander of the cavalry team gave a cold shout and waved his hand to the cavalrymen.
"Su Yin, what are you doing?"
The three hidden weapons were blocked by others. Mr. Mingshu looked at Su Yin in shock and anger. Su Yin was the only one on the opposite roof. Who else could block his hidden weapons except Su Yin.
"What I can do is, of course, stop you from killing someone."
Su Yin blinked and showed a cute smile to Mr. Ming Shu, looking kind and pure.
"You bastard."
Mr. Ming Shu shouted angrily. If Su Yin hadn't intervened just now, he might have killed three people.
Now he finally understood why Su Yin asked him to make the promise of what to do if he couldn't kill thirty people. It turned out that she had long planned to organize him to kill the Qinghe Cult rebels.
"I told you that you can't kill anyone tonight."
Su Yin sighed and shook his head, seeming to feel sorry for Mr. Ming Shu, "I gave myself thirty slaps. I don't know what it feels like."
At this time, the Qinghe Sect's rebels had surrounded them. A group of more than fifty people broke into the attic, preparing to capture Mr. Mingshu, while another group climbed onto the roof, preparing to capture Su Yin.