"My lord, the young man, and my brothers were patrolling to the north of the town at night. They discovered that a suspicious person was approaching the town at night. They suspected that they were Fengjun scouts!" Captain Mo Bing lowered his head and finished the sentence in one breath.

"Did you find the Fengjun scout?" The tall man changed his color when he heard this. He was stunned for a moment, and he asked urgently: "When did you find it? Have you caught anyone? Go inside and talk!" As he said, he took Captain Mo Bing

He was pulled into the room. Tang Yin and Wu Ya followed suit.

The space in the room is not large, but it looks quite bookish and antique. There are many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, and various decorations are carefully crafted. In addition to the tall man, there is another person in the room, because he is lying on the bed.

On the bed, with the curtain behind her, she couldn't see clearly, but she must be a woman.

Captain Mo Bing's body was tense with nerves. He kept his head lowered and did not dare to squint. He whispered: "Back to Master Qian, we failed to catch each other. When we found each other, they ran away."

"They? Not the same person?"

"Oh...this..."

"There are about five or six people," Tang Yin continued: "It seems they want to sneak into the town at night. If the villain hadn't gone to the edge of the town to relieve himself, they might have been allowed to sneak in."

The tall man didn't pay special attention to Tang Yin. His whole heart was occupied by the sudden news. Is it really the Feng Army scout? But why did the Feng Army scout come to Jindong Town? Did the Feng Army really want to attack here?

While he was deep in thought, Tang Yin turned his tongue, rolled out the Spirit-Gathering Pill that was originally pressed under his tongue, chewed it twice, and then swallowed it into his stomach along with his saliva. As the Spirit-Gathering Pill went down, the spiritual energy quickly filled his stomach.

After gathering in the body, just for a moment, the air around Tang Yin began to fluctuate.

The leakage of the spiritual pressure of a spiritual cultivator is not something that the spiritual cultivator can control. It is a completely natural phenomenon. The tall man and Wu Ya are both spiritual cultivators, and they both felt the sudden appearance of spiritual pressure at the same time. Just as he

The two of them were startled, trying to find the source of the spiritual pressure, when Tang Yin suddenly swung out his arm, and his palm burning with black flames was like a knife, slashing towards the tall man's face.

"Ah -" the tall man screamed, and instinctively took a step back, leaning back. Hearing a swish sound, Tang Yin's palm passed in front of him.

"It's an assassin..." After being shocked, the tall man exuded spiritual energy and tried to cover his spiritual armor, but unfortunately he was still a step too late.

The spiritual energy in his body had dispersed out of his body, and was about to condense into spiritual armor. Tang Yin stepped forward and stretched his arms forward. Hearing a bang, his palm passed through the spiritual energy and clasped the tall man's neck tightly.

Huh! The fire of darkness suddenly jumped from Tang Yin's palm to the tall man's neck, and then instantly covered his whole body from his neck. The aura that escaped from his body no longer had a chance to condense into armor. Under the terrifying fire of darkness

Under the burning, the spiritual energy dispersed and rose into the air. As Tang Yin breathed out, the spiritual energy floating in the air quickly penetrated into his body as if it were alive.

The tall man who was alive and kicking just now turned into a lifeless rag doll in an instant. His eyes were empty, his mouth was wide open, his head drooped feebly, and his body hung on Tang Yin's hand.

"Assassin!" Wu Ya on the side finally reacted. His face changed drastically, he roared angrily, drew out his sword, raised his hand and stabbed Tang Yin in the back.

His cultivation level is not weak, Tang Yin has sensed this very early, and it may not be easy to defeat this person within two or three moves.

Thinking of this, Tang Yin shook his hands to throw the body away, and at the same time sideways dodged Wu Ya's sword. Then he did not fight back, but took two consecutive lunges and rushed to the back window. Without slowing down at all, he directly broke the window and came out.

Seems to want to escape.

His own captain was killed by an assassin under his nose. Wu Ya was not willing to let Tang Yin leave. He roared, raised his sword, and chased after him, and fled out through the window that he had smashed open.

But just as he ran out, a cold light suddenly flashed above the window, and a crescent-shaped curved spiritual knife stabbed out from top to bottom.

The assassin obviously broke the window and escaped. Wu Ya never dreamed that there was an enemy hiding above the window. He jumped out and could no longer dodge. There was only a sound of jumping, and the spiritual knife pierced his spiritual armor and hit him in the middle.

However, the inertia of his forward movement was too great. Even if he was stabbed in the back, his speed would not slow down. With the sound of sand, he flew out of the window. After landing, he screamed and rolled left and right.

After a short time, the man gradually stopped moving, and only his limbs were left twitching. Looking at his back, from the back of his heart to his buttocks, there was a gap of more than a foot long, and there was blood and

The internal organs gurgled out along the gap.

"Huh!" With a sneer, Tang Yin, as light as a swallow, jumped back into the room from the window, while shaking off the blood on the spiritual knife in his hand.

Yes, he broke the window and escaped just now, but after jumping out of the window, he immediately cast Shadow Elegance, dodged to the top of the window, hooked his feet on the eaves, and hung upside down on the window. When Wu Ya chased him out,

He was receiving a fatal blow from him.

Looking at Tang Yin who had left and returned, Captain Mo Bing was completely stunned and frightened. He stood there with his mouth open wide enough to stuff an egg into it, motionless and unable to make a sound.

"Ah -" At this time, another woman's piercing scream came from the bed, and Tang Yin shouted coldly and upset: "Shut up!" As he spoke, his arm shook, and the spiritual knife came out of his hand, heading straight towards the bed.

Shoot away.

Phew! A precise and powerful knife. The blade was piercing into the mouth of the woman on the bed. The force was so strong that her body was pushed back. The tip of the knife protruded from the back of her head and was nailed to her head.

on the wall.

Except for Tang Yin and Captain Mo Bing, there was no one alive in the room. Tang Yin looked around, smiled leisurely, hooked the body on the ground with his toes, kicked it outward, and with a bang, he kicked the body directly under the bed.

Captain Mo Bing was shaken suddenly, and finally came to his senses. His face turned pale, and he grabbed Tang Yin's arm in a panic, and screamed: "You said you would make me fine, but now things are getting serious, you want to

You have to take me with you..."

"Leave? Why are you leaving?" Tang Yin sneered, shook his hand away, and then listened carefully. There were rapid footsteps outside. It must be that people outside had heard the sound and rushed over.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and followed his heart. Thick mist spread out from his whole body and gathered around him, condensing without dissipating. In the blink of an eye, the mist gathered more and more, and finally, it condensed into a human form.

This man was exactly the same as the tall man whom he had just consumed with the fire of darkness. Not only was his appearance, height, and body shape the same, even his shirtless upper body and white trousers were exactly the same. They were literally carved out of the same mold.

This is exactly the shadow clone technique, one of the secret techniques of dark spiritual martial arts.

The opponent had just killed the commander, and now another commander appeared. Captain Mo Bing felt his scalp was numb, his whole body was weak, and his heartbeat was so fast that it jumped into his throat. He could no longer scream and sat down.

On the ground, he looked at the 'Thousand Commander', dumbfounded, and at the same time, liquid slowly flowed out from under his crotch.

Tang Yin looked up and down at the commander he had transformed into, nodded with a smile, then walked to the bed, pulled open the curtains, pulled out the machete from the naked woman's mouth, put it away. Plop! It was nailed to the wall.

The corpse fell straight up on the bed, and the blood instantly stained a large area of ​​​​the bedding red.

As soon as he put away the knife, he heard a bang and the door was knocked open from the outside. Immediately afterwards, three spiritual cultivators dressed similarly to Wu Ya broke in first, followed by a large number of Sergeant Mo's soldiers.

"Captain?!" After people came in and saw the situation in the room, they were all shocked, "This... what is going on?"

The commander walked to the clothes rack, picked up a coat and put it on himself, and shouted sternly: "You don't even know that an assassin has sneaked in, what are you doing for food? If Mr. Wu Ya hadn't arrived in time, you would have to fight for me now.

Collecting the bodies!"

"Ah..." Everyone looked at each other in confusion, looking at the angry captain, and lowered their heads one after another. The three spiritual cultivators noticed the corpse on the bed with sharp eyes, rushed over, and pushed Tang Yin who was standing beside the bed.

He opened it, first touched the woman's breath, and then took a closer look at her wound. The three of them changed their expressions and said, "What a fast knife!"

The older spiritual cultivator among them turned his head and asked: "Captain, where is my second brother?"

The captain pointed to the broken window and said, "Mr. Wu Ya went after the assassin!"

The middle-aged man's heart trembled. Just by looking at the knife wounds on the corpse, he could tell that the assassin's sword skills were extremely fast and his cultivation was naturally very deep. Wu Ya was probably no match for him! Without even thinking about it, he rushed forward quickly

He went to the window and jumped out.

He had just been out for a short time when he heard a pig-like cry outside the window: "Second brother! Second brother..."

The other two spiritual cultivators were shaken and hurriedly jumped out through the window. Fortunately, a chorus sounded outside the window. One was crying for the second brother, and the other two were crying for the second brother.

The captain's mouth moved, and he looked up at the Mo soldiers who were still standing there stupidly, and said angrily: "Why are you still standing here? Go and gather the brothers to catch the assassin!"

"Ah? Ah, yes, yes, yes!" Everyone just woke up from a dream, nodded in agreement, and then turned around and ran out like a swarm of swarms.

After the people left, the commander lowered his head and glanced at Captain Mo Bing who was still sitting on the ground. He stretched out his hand to pull him up and looked at his pants, which had been soaked in a large area. He grinned and said softly: "Don't worry.

,It's fine."

Captain Mo Bing slowly raised his head, and after a while, the focus of his eyes fell on the commander's face. He wanted to speak, but his trembling lips opened and closed, and he could not utter a single word. He looked at the commander's eyes.

, it’s not like looking at a person, but like looking at a monster.
Chapter completed!