Under the gloomy night, there was a cage shrouded in the sky, and the torches held high illuminated Shi Shouxin's cold face red. The horse under him trampled its hooves nervously, spraying from its nostrils. A thick layer of white steam emerged, not from the held-up torches, but from several ghostly figures walking through the military camp.
Shi Shouxin's face showed a bit of sullenness. He rode his horse across the battlefield and killed countless enemies. But in today's situation, he was extremely helpless. Facing the ghost-like figures of the warriors, Xiu, even though his subordinates have strong bows and sharp arrows, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky to hit those figures. The Zhou army is famous for its bravery, but they are all ordinary warriors, so how could they be those An opponent with deep internal strength and martial arts.
Next to him were Gao Chengde and Ma Chenghui. These two people were no longer the mountain town boys and wilderness bandits they were back then. They followed the Zhou Dynasty northward and saw the bravery of the Zhou army along the way. And they followed these people. The generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty also learned some military tactics. Gao Chengde, in particular, had extraordinary talents in military combat, so the two of them also officially followed Shi Shouxin.
Those ghostly figures obviously did not take Dazhou's army seriously. The ghostly figures wrapped in black clothes ran away from the military camp at will. In their hands, they raised a sharp blade with cold light. , wherever he goes, a soldier will fall, and the smell of blood will fill the air, injecting the whole night into endless horror.
Arrows shot towards the black-clothed ghosts like a rain of locusts, but the long arrows only left a shallow dark mark on their bodies, but could not cause any substantial damage to them. The soldiers raised their weapons and rushed toward the group of black-clothed men. Their swords suddenly flashed. After a fierce killing, the black-clothed assassins did not injure a few of them, but a large number of Zhou's soldiers fell down.
When Shi Shouxin saw this, his chest was filled with an anger like a volcanic eruption. However, he had no choice but to order the soldiers in groups to rush out. Yun, finally, the Zhou army surrounded the dozens of men in black, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The besieged men in black did not show any fear, but their eyes showed extremely ferocious looks, like ferocious beasts, hunting the weak prey. Their hands were filled with cold light. The sharp blades stabbed down the incoming Zhou soldiers, and blood burst out on their black clothes. Blood flowers formed on their black clothes, in the cold night. It seemed extremely dazzling.
When people are finally exhausted, whether it is the dozens of ferocious men in black or the soldiers of the Zhou Dynasty, they are torn down in a burst, and a steady stream of soldiers of the Zhou Dynasty rush towards the group of men in black. Finally, there are still a few An assassin in black fell, but even the assassin in black who was about to fall stabbed the sharp blade in his hand into the chest of the Zhou soldiers. There were fewer and fewer men in black left, and Shi Shouxin knew that in the end, It was the Zhou army that won the victory. But the price was too high. Looking at the fallen Zhou soldiers, his eyes became even more angry.
Sitting high on the horse, he looked around the military camp. The other tents were guarded by guards. He then set his sights on the tent in the center of the military camp. The tent was as calm as ever, and the guards were there.
The imperial guards beside the camp were raising their weapons with dazzling cold light. He still knew the capabilities of the Zhou Imperial Army. He also knew Zhao Kuangyin's abilities. He also knew that the camp was extremely safe at this time, and the assassins could not break through the guards at all.
There was a defensive line of forbidden troops around the camp. So he put all the focus on this group of brutal black-clothed assassins. As long as these assassins were killed, the crisis would be overcome without attacking.
The killing was still going on, and time was passing by bit by bit. The dark night had begun to become extremely dark. Only the held-up torch illuminated the military camp. Gao Chengde and Ma Chenghui, who were beside Shi Shouxin,
Watching the battlefield closely, they dared not let go of any detail for fear of missing something key.
It's not about having many soldiers, it's about being good. Everyone knows this. Shi Shouxin, who is the commander of the Zhou army on this road, certainly knows it. But this is not a matter of being good or not, but that the dozens of men in black are too fierce.
They were a group of desperate martial artists, and his own soldiers were no match for these desperadoes. He could only use the most primitive human sea tactics. After a group of soldiers fell, he sent another group up.
Whether it was arrows, spears, or broadswords, he had arranged all eighteen kinds of weapons and used them all. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer men in black, his mood showed signs of improvement, regardless of
No matter how powerful a martial artist is, if they encounter a huge army, they will have to retreat unless they are really not afraid of death. He couldn't help but think to himself, he had never doubted why these men in black did not choose to retreat.
, he never thought about it, he just wanted to catch all the assassins who had sneaked into the Zhou army camp to vent the hatred in his heart.
The candles in the tent were burning brightly, illuminating four nervous figures. Chai Rong's face looked relatively calm, and his tall tiger body revealed a calm temperament like Yue Yuanting. As a member of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, he
Zun, the noble aura on his body was not concealed at all. Zhao Kuangyin beside him had a nervous look on his face, looking at the door of the tent with a pair of tiger eyes, and the Panlong stick in his hand was firmly held by him.
Ling Tianyun's luck was secretly flowing around him, and a thin layer of sweat began to flow out on his handsome face. His pine-like figure remained motionless. The Xingze sword made a buzzing sound in his hand, and the powerful and powerful
Qi flowed wildly from the meridians all over his body, causing the bones all over his body to make slight noises.
Ye Yinfeng's expression was incomparably calm and peaceful, his elegant figure revealed a sword-like sharpness, and his straight body contained a unique aura. The edgeless iron sword was already in his hand, and he moved around
The pure Qi of Tai Qing dispersed wantonly, and the eyes that were condensed with light revealed a resolute determination that was as sharp as the sky.
If waiting is a kind of torture, then waiting for death is even more torture. Waiting for a secret opponent is a challenge. No one knows where the real killer will enter the camp from, and no one knows how many killers there are.
People can only achieve the best results by waiting quietly and braking with silence.
The candle burned slowly, and the candlelight on the desk gave off a faint halo, and the soft light enveloped the entire camp.
Suddenly, the steady candle suddenly shook, and a ferocious blood-evil aura fell from the sky. It soon spread and enveloped the entire camp. It was a cold aura, as cold as cold.
It was a feeling like a glow on the back, a palpitation like being stared at by the god of death, and the killer sneaked in quietly without knowing some way.
The candle flickered a few more times, Ye Yinfeng moved, and a dark sword shadow spurted out from his hand. The shadow of the sword was like a startling dragon, and the momentum of the sword was as shocking as the earth. The sword stirred in the air.
There was a slight harsh sound piercing the sky. The flickering candlelight returned to stability, and soon a figure was reflected in the candlelight.
Ye Yinfeng's figure was like a shooting star, and the sword in his hand spurted towards Chai Rong's left. He stepped quickly with wonderful footwork. The sword pierced the air, and suddenly, the energy stirred up in the tent.
The air shot out in all directions and penetrated the desk inside the tent with holes. Only the candle flame remained motionless, not even swaying.
"Eh", there was a soft eh, and a figure appeared from the left side of Chai Rong. He was a tall and thin man wrapped in black clothes. The soft eh sound was extremely rich and full of strength. It can be seen that
The man was a middle-aged man. The man in black clothes was forced out of his body, and only his two cold eyes glowed with a soul-stirring light, which made people feel very uncomfortable.
As soon as the man's figure appeared and landed on the tent table, what greeted him was a bright sword raised from bottom to top and slashed towards his feet. The person who drew the sword
Naturally, it was Ling Tianyun. When he saw Ye Yinfeng forcing the man's figure out with a sword, he immediately raised his knife and struck at his feet. The knife rolled up an astonishing momentum, like a meteor turning, towards the man's feet.
Chop away.
The light in the man's eyes flashed away, and he waved his clothes, lifted up lightly, and avoided Ling Tianyun's attack with his feet in the air. However, the man's figure was still in the air, and there was another wave.
A suffocating sword shadow shot out, but Ye Yinfeng's body shape changed again, leaping into the air towards the man like a dragon flying out of the sea.
"Two inexperienced boys dare to block a certain family. They are simply overestimating their capabilities." A deep and terrifying words spat out from the man's mouth. As soon as he finished speaking, the man's figure turned slightly in the air.
After his body turned 180 degrees in mid-air, a dazzling light suddenly appeared from his hand.
"Not good." When Ling Tianyun saw the other party showing off his weapon, a bad feeling arose spontaneously. He swayed, crouched hard with his feet, and shot toward the man like a meteor. As his figure jumped
He got up, and the sword light in his hand surged towards the man like a big umbrella.
Ye Yinfeng stabbed the air with his sword, changed his body shape again, and combined with Ling Tianyun's offensive, raised his sword again. His body shape changed rapidly many times, catching up with the man's pace like a puff of smoke. He concentrated on
, forcibly inputting his true energy into the iron sword, he suddenly felt as if the world was still, and his heart was as calm as water, and he felt that he was connected with the iron sword.
The sword glowed brightly, and the sword in Ling Tianyun's hand was raised again, and there was an unprecedented sense of heroism in his chest. The wind of the sword broke through the air, and it was like a magic weapon in the camp, and
Ling Tianyun was like a god holding this divine weapon, and a sense of transparency that he had never experienced before suddenly surged into his heart.
The man in black raised the cold light in his hand, and after avoiding a sword, he stabilized his body. However, he was shocked to find that there seemed to be only one sword left in the tent, and everyone else was gone.
As if he had disappeared. An unprecedented heart palpitation suddenly surged into his heart, and two fatal crises surged toward him.
Ling Tianyun was immersed in the feeling of spiritual transparency, while Ye Yinfeng enjoyed the subtle feeling like the combination of human swords. The weapons in their hands did not stop because of their consciousness, and the sword suddenly
It let out a long roar of joy, and the sword let out a soft groan like catharsis.
The energy intertwined within the tent caused the tent to be riddled with holes, but the steady and burning candle flame was not affected at all and did not move at all.
Ling Tianyun was in a state of joy, Ye Yinfeng Lingtai was in balance, and they raised their weapons at the same time. One only made a slashing motion, and the other only made a stabbing motion.
The look of horror in the man in black's eyes was like the blooming sword light, and the frightening expression on his face was like the brilliant sword light. He could only watch helplessly as the sword passed through the limitations of time and space like a stroke of genius.
, stabbed into his chest and passed through. But he knew that it was not over yet, because there was another knife cutting towards his neck like a fast ray of light. He could not even dodge it.
, because he couldn't even move his whole body.
Everything settled at this moment, there were no screams, only a pair of corpses with their eyes open in anger, no, it should be said that they were corpses with their heads separated.