Chapter eight hundred and twentieth the real scarecrow
The masked man shooting towards the ground at his feet felt the dagger in his hand sink. Unexpectedly, Ye Yinfeng stepped hard on the ice. He tried to pull out, but found the dagger in his hand.
He was even more motionless. A sense of horror arose in his heart, because Ye Yinfeng's other foot had already been raised, and with a sudden force, that foot stepped hard on his right hand holding the dagger.
Come down.
The palm wind was like a blade, and a palm wind as sharp as a sword came across, causing a look of surprise on the face of the masked man behind Ye Yinfeng. Ye Yinfeng wanted to fight with him just by using his flesh palm.
The daggers in his hands collided. But as soon as the smile on his face condensed, he felt that his dagger fell on a soft and wind-like energy, which blocked his advancing dagger.
He couldn't move forward at all, and he couldn't help but feel shocked, because he found that Ye Yinfeng's palm suddenly changed, and the palm turned into a finger, pointing out a cold light towards his wrist holding the dagger.
The masked man who passed through Ye Yinfeng's twisted figure not only changed his expression, but his figure had already collided with the masked man who was holding a dagger against the iron sword. He flew to the ground.
The masked man who shot at him was trapped to death by his own strange move. If he didn't take away the dagger in his hand, his right hand was trampled by Ye Yinfeng, and he could only move away, only to see his left hand going there.
There was a hard blow on the ice, and with the force of the recoil, his body rolled backwards.
A soft force of energy blocked the masked man behind Ye Yinfeng. He pointed two fingers, and the intense energy shot toward the other person's wrist with a sharp sound of breaking through the air. The masked man stopped moving.
, he stepped hard and pushed his body back. Although he avoided Ye Yinfeng's finger, a wisp of cold sweat seeped out from his forehead, making him feel a sense of gloom.
The chill came.
With a "bang", the masked man who passed through Ye Yinfeng's twisted body hit the masked man in front of Ye Yinfeng, and the two collided fiercely.
There was a loud noise. The attacks of the four people were neutralized by Ye Yinfeng. It all seemed simple, and time seemed to be slow, but Ye Yinfeng's timing was accurate and timely, as if it was a stroke of genius.
It only happened at the moment of lightning. From the time the four people launched their offensive to when Ye Yinfeng resolved the four people's offensive, it all happened in just an instant.
The trap set up by the four people has been broken. Ye Yinfeng's body transformed like the wind and swept away in the astonished eyes of the four people. His iron sword was placed across his chest, and his frowning sword eyebrows relaxed. He was cold.
Looking at the four people coldly, there was a familiar aura flowing from those four people. Although the four people held daggers in their hands, judging from the moves performed by the four people with their daggers, it should be a sword style, and
The identities of these four people gradually emerged in his mind.
"I didn't expect Siyangzi from Cangqiongmen to actually act as the assassin of the Assassin's Sky Alliance. It's surprising." He said coldly to the four people. The shocked look in the eyes of the four people flashed away.
The black cloth covering his face was pulled off, revealing four handsome and extraordinary faces, who could they be if they weren't Cangqiong Sect Siyangzi. At this time, the aura flowing around Siyangzi was stronger than when they fought with Ling Tianyun.
To be majestic and profound, obviously some of the battle between them and Ling Tianyun was still retained.
"It is said that Mr. Ye is very thoughtful and intelligent. Today's meeting is indeed better than meeting in person. Although the four of us are disciples of the Cangqiong Sect, our freedom is not restricted in the Sect. The profession of assassin is very profitable.
And you can train yourself. Only by experiencing life and death can you reach the highest state of martial arts, doesn't Mr. Ye realize that?" Yang Chunzi, the leader of the four Yangzi, said calmly.
The Siyangzi of the Cangqiong Sect and Ye Yinfeng met for the first time. When they first met, the Siyangzi of the Cangqiong Sect was arrogant and arrogant.
However, there was a trace of bloodthirsty aura around them, and there was a bit of ruthless coldness on their cold faces. From time to time, there was a faint smell of blood on their bodies, which could be seen in their hands.
So many people's blood was shed.
"Actually, I have always had a question in my mind. Was the Citian Alliance founded by your Cang Qiong Sect?" Ye Yinfeng asked this question that had been lingering in his mind. The reason why he has always had this question in his mind is mainly because of him.
It was caused by the first assassination in Jiangzhou. Since the Ye family was in trouble, he has been deliberately living as a beggar in Jiangzhou. The destruction of the Ye family can be said to be the work of the Tiantian Alliance, but at that time
He was still not sure. When he met the assassins of the Citian League in Jiangzhou, Yan Longxing happened to appear in Jiangzhou at that time. So he always connected the Citian League and Yanlongxing in his heart.
I feel that Yan Longxing should be the real mastermind behind the Tiantian Alliance.
"Young Master Ye is talented and intelligent. I can't say much about this, but one thing I can tell you is that the Citian Alliance has no connection with the Cangqiong Sect." Yang Chunzi shook his head and replied calmly. His answer
It was both expected and unexpected by Ye Yinfeng. In fact, what Ye Yinfeng wanted to know was what was the relationship between Yanlongxing and the Citian Alliance. Obviously Yang Chunzi was very smart and answered evasively.
Ye Yinfeng looked at the scarecrows all over the mountains and fields, and asked again: "Are you scarecrows?"
"No." Yang Chunzi answered simply this time. He looked towards the top of the mountain, with a hint of awe in his eyes, as if the person standing on the top of the mountain was the one who stood on the top of the mountain.
A real scarecrow, and in addition to yearning, he also has a sense of awe. Not only Yang Chunzi had such a look, but also the other three Yangzi behaved like this, which surprised Ye Yinfeng.
With the cultivation and strength of Cangqiong Sect Siyangzi, he was not a real scarecrow, which surprised him. He thought that the man standing on the top of the mountain would be the leader of the Thorny Sky Alliance. But Cong Yangchun
Judging from Zi's eyes and actions, it was obvious that that person was the real scarecrow. He had been guessing and recalling who the familiar figure was and why it gave him such a familiar feeling.
"Since the four of us are unable to complete the mission, we will say goodbye." Yang Chunzi said to Ye Yinfeng. However, there was no trace of frustration on their faces because they had not completed the mission. They seemed to have just done something.
As a very common thing, killing Ye Bafeng and being unable to kill Ye Yinfeng did not seem to affect them. Moreover, their actions seemed to be very free, and they were not restricted by the Thorny Sky Alliance at all. Whether they completed the task or not was not a big deal for them.
There is no difference.
Seeing the four figures shooting towards the snowy peaks of the icebergs, Ye Yinfeng was slightly startled. He did not expect that Cangqiongmen Siyangzi seemed to take the task of killing him very seriously. Moreover, he felt that
Out, Siyangzi hid his strength again. They did not go all out in this attack, but deliberately lost to Ye Yinfeng. This made him very confused. The mysterious veil of the Assassin's Sky Alliance was finally lifted.
However, Ye Yinfeng could not feel any joy in his heart. On the contrary, his mood seemed to be weighing heavily.
He knew that as his strength grew, the assassins sent by the Assassin's Sky Alliance would also become stronger. He also knew that as long as his strength reached a certain level, he would be able to lift the mysterious veil of the Assassin's Sky Alliance. But he suddenly
He felt that his heartbeat was inexplicably speeding up. He didn't know why. Cangqiongmen Siyangzi had already left, but there was still an inexplicable feeling of tension in his heart.
The night is as dark as water, and the sky is as dark as curtains. The sky has basically turned dark. In addition to the white icebergs and snow peaks that reflect in front of us, there is the scarecrow that makes a "swish" sound in the wind. The scarecrows all over the mountains and fields have turned into a line.
Like a ghost, it spreads among the ice mountains and snow peaks. The cold wind blows in the face with a biting coldness, the color of the sky is getting thicker and thicker, the wind is howling, and the ice and snow are vast.
Ye Yinfeng raised his feet and walked slowly towards the top of the mountain. The man standing on the top of the mountain stood still, like a sculpture. The man was dressed in a dark robe, and his back was turned to Ye Yinfeng.
There was a very familiar aura exuding from the person, but Ye Yinfeng couldn't see the person's face clearly, and he couldn't judge the person's true identity. It wasn't that he couldn't judge, but he just couldn't admit it in his heart, because he found out
My heartbeat is getting faster and faster.
With every step he took, his heartbeat would speed up. In order to calm down his heartbeat, he had to pause for a few breaths every few steps. The scarecrow did not send out the secret needle again, but remained motionless.
The cold wind tore his body apart, and the straw was blown away by the cold wind, flying in all directions. The ups and downs of the rolled up straw were just like Ye Yinfeng's uneasy heart at this moment.
The straw flew up and fell straight towards Ye Yinfeng. He grabbed a handful of straw that was blown away by the cold wind. Looking at the scarecrow, Ye Yinfeng had an inexplicable thought in his mind.
He recalled the past events of his childhood, and those memories flooded into his heart like a tide. He had lived in a mountain village since he was a child, and his hometown was by the river. He was extremely familiar with straw, that kind of
The fragrance of rice lingers in his memories all the time.
He held the iron sword in his hand tightly. There were only a few scarecrows in front of him. As long as he crossed those few scarecrows, he could successfully climb to the top of the mountain. Looking at the scarecrows that were no different from other scarecrows, Ye
Yinfeng's figure hesitated for a moment, and then he put his raised foot down abruptly. Then he looked at the man in the dark robe who could only see half of his figure. He didn't know why his heart was inexplicable.
With a shudder, as long as he passed those scarecrows, he could stand behind the man in the dark robe, and then he could clearly see the man's true face in Lushan.
For some reason, Ye Yinfeng just felt that the closer he got to that person, the harder his heart beat. He felt an extremely familiar aura emanating from that person. And his face was even more so.
He showed an expression of disbelief and kept muttering: "Impossible, impossible". So he stopped walking towards the top of the mountain and stopped between the scarecrows.
The hand holding the iron sword could not help but tremble. The night did not become lighter because of his anxious mood. On the contrary, the night became darker and darker. In the thick black night, even the sky was visible.
None of the stars above were visible, as if the stars in the sky were covered by a curtain. An invisible depression surged from the bottom of Ye Yinfeng's heart. That invisible depression made him feel suffocated. He
Staring blankly at the figure that could only be seen in half, he couldn't believe it all for a moment.
After taking a long breath of relief, he took another long breath. His body swept through the scarecrows like lightning. His figure jumped and landed on the top of the mountain.
Then he saw a slender yet majestic figure standing on the top of the mountain. In front of him was a sea of ice and snow clouds, which was glowing with a faint and boundless luster. The man looked forward motionlessly.
Ye Yinfeng felt as if his throat was blocked and he couldn't say a word. He had determined the true identity of the figure in front of him. He didn't know why, but his heart suddenly felt sour.
His eyes were moistened by a kind of liquid, and the long-suppressed anger in his heart burst out at that moment, and a long and tightly stretched string finally loosened at that moment.