Chapter 67 Purple Night Flying Flowers

"The soldiers are never tired of fraud. You can deny it at that time. In short, you must have fun tonight." Murong Xiaoxian said carelessly, but he had already planned the attack route tonight.

If a saint comes in person, the violator will be killed!

With this Shangfang sword, what else do you care about?

Is it possible that the twelve Mingzhu also feel that he has an order? Use your own hands to rectify the military affairs, but I'm afraid the result will be even more unsatisfactory! I'm an ambitious person now. Although I'm not interested in your army, those military paid, hum... Murong Xiaoxian secretly slandered himself and quietly waited for the deeper night.

Three days!

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the wind is cold.

With a crash, a tall pile of forage suddenly exploded, and then turned into countless sparks flying all over the sky. Two dark shadows rushed to a team of patrol soldiers like tigers.

"There are assassins!" As soon as a soldier shouted, he felt a cold neck, and his body still maintained a forward posture.

If there is any defect in this suit of armor, it is that the helmet and the body are separated, and the neck is the biggest weakness. These soldiers were originally hated to the bone. Now that with Murong Xiaoxian's signal, Yang Wu was naturally not polite. He poured his sword body with real strength. Under the light of the sword, more than a dozen heads fell to the ground. These soldiers had no room for resistance at all, and even died before they could see their opponents clearly.

Murong Xiaoxian raised a fireball when he saw the forage pile, and dozens of fires reflected the sky red in a blink of an eye. The fire was getting stronger and stronger, and more firewood flew to the sky in the wind and fell towards the nearby barracks. Soon, several barracks were on fire.

The soldiers rushed out in their clothes in their sleep, shouting, and the situation was even more chaotic.

Yang Wu was about to rush to the chaotic soldiers, but was pulled by Murong Xiaoxian, "Go kill those soldiers!"

Yang Wu only felt a tight waist, and after several rapid changes in the foreground, the central camp was in front of him.

The sound of the soldiers behind him shouting for firefighting came one after another, but Yang Wu heard Murong Xiaoxian say in his ear, "In this way, they will have no drinking water tomorrow."

The inside and outside of the Chinese army battalion have been full of personal soldiers. Countless torches shone around the camp like day. The horses roared and the shadows were heavy. It was more and more soldiers who rushed towards the Chinese army's tent.

"Close your eyes, have no distractions, and keep the spiritual platform empty." Murong Xiaoxian smiled contemptuously and whispered to Yang Wu. Then the mind of the "body world" turned wildly. After a few flashes, he actually penetrated the camp gate, penetrated the big account, and directly entered the big account of the Chinese army!

When Yangwu opened his eyes, he found that there were bright lights around him, and Murong Xiaoxian's eyes were looking at himself with a bitter smile.

Around, hundreds of people have been aimed at themselves with strong crossbows, but a few people are looking at them carefully.

"It's these people who want to kill. Today's task is to kill all these and then kill them again tomorrow..." Murong Xiaoxian said easily in Yang Wu's ear.

"Bold assassin, don't be captured quickly. Tell me who instructed you to be, and you can still fall a whole body!" Seeing that the two assassins were not afraid, they just whispered there, and one of them couldn't help shouting.

"Hahahaha! Do you ants think they can capture us by relying on the crowd? Ridiculous! Tell your coach to come out and die quickly, and I can spare you a dog's life!" Murong Xiaoxian pinched his voice and made his voice extremely sharp, but it spread far away.

"Well, don't talk too much. Who on earth are you instructed to do it?" As soon as the man raised his hand, hundreds of bows around him were rounded. As soon as the man's hand fell, the bow and arrow would shoot out rudely.

"Hahahaha, do you think these broken bows and arrows can make us betray the boss of Yuexian...ah..." Murong Xiaoxian said half of it and was stunned. Yang Wu gritted her teeth even more hatefully!

First tell others that he came to assassinate in the middle of the night, and now he declares again that it was sent by Yuexian. What is his purpose?

"Haha, stupid thief, let it go!" The man didn't say anything, but his hand waved down fiercely!

"Kill! The black archer from the left attacks to the right. Murong Xiaoxian smiled and suddenly disappeared into the air, followed by the sound of a broken bowstring.

Yang Wu's figure flashed, and the true qi flowed rapidly. The two swords actually shot out the sword light that was a foot long. According to Murong Xiaoxian, the firepower was fully opened, and he easily cut off the throats of dozens of people in a blink of an eye. The only thing that puzzled Yang Wu was that these archers seemed to stand there honestly and killed their necks, even the posture of defense. None of it was done!

Is it a mental attack again? Yang Wu was horruffed. This kind of attack can't be defended at all. Unless he is full of soul murder, it may be avoided, but since his evil blood whip was taken away by Neon, he can't use his soul murder at all!

Soul murder? Did he call me to see if I didn't have a murderous spirit?

The biggest feature of the moon string star song and its own uniqueness is the soul murderous spirit! If the soul murderous spirit is revealed in the assassination, then I can't argue, but at this moment I can't use the soul murderous spirit at all, that is to say, this is an undocumented thing!

The brightest thing is that this seems to be a conspiracy to deliberately frame Yuexian, with the purpose of provoking the contradictions between the army and the town, and then profiting from it! But who can benefit from it? At least there is only one in Gaoci County at present...

What on earth is Murong Xiaoxian thinking about? Yang Wu is also confused at this moment.

Bang bang!

Murong Xiaoxian kept wielding his fists, and only heard the sound of broken bones, but after Murong Xiaoxian quickly turned around and cut off all the bows and arrows, he turned his head to help. With his fists alone, he instantly bombarded dozens of people!

"Good hand! You withdraw, and your ordinary swords can't help this person at all. Hurry up and see if there are any fellows!" A pleasant voice sounded, and a tall figure suddenly appeared out of thin air, followed by an extremely powerful breath, which unexpectedly locked Murong Xiaoxian and Yang Wu firmly.

People around

Murong Xiaoxian found that the range that his "world" could perceive was compressed to within three meters. At least, in terms of the realm, this person is similar to himself.

Murong Xiaoxian finally put away his contempt and turned his eyes to the person.

Long hair, purple robe, but two big white epile flowers are printed on top of the purple robe!

The face is also wearing a silver mask!

And the breath on her body naturally reminded Murong Xiaoxian of a person, Qingkong Feiyu!

This person even has exactly the same dress and dress, except for gender.

What makes Murong Xiaoxian most uncomfortable is that every time this person takes a step, his "world" shrinks by one point, and finally it is compressed to almost non-existent!

The whole barracks has become this person's world at this moment, but he has been controlled.

I didn't expect that there would be such a master in the camp, but my industry smelled like moths on fire. Thinking of the last Farewell of Qingkong Feiyu, he was inferior to him in the realm, and he just took advantage of the divine soldiers!

However, Qingkong Feiyu didn't know that he was practicing more than one level higher than him!

"Ha ha, you are indeed a master. With your skills, there are few rivals in the world, and you should have abandoned the world's fame and fortune, right? How can you condescend to be a watchdog?" Murong Xiaoxian raised first and then suppressed, but the man was slightly stunned, but the last sentence angered her.

"Hmm! Your cultivation is not good enough to penetrate the barracks silently. Your cultivation should be at the level of a sage, right? Unfortunately, it's really funny that you came to do this kind of stealing chickens and dogs..." The man sneered.

Murong Xiaoxian secretly said in his heart that, as expected, women like noise. No matter how high their cultivation is, they can't escape this kind of pock.

"It's a pity that your dress is very similar to him, but it's completely two kinds of people in heaven and hell!" Murong Xiaoxian shook his head and suspected that this person had something to do with Qingkong Feiyu, so he couldn't help but say something to test.

If you really fight with her, it will naturally not be a problem to run away by yourself, but Yangwu can't get out, because behind this person, those gloomy people are staring at Yangwu.

"He? What does he look like..." This person was really shocked and couldn't help asking questions.

"Can you tell me your name? Isn't it that kind of invisible name?" Murong Xiaoxian said excitedly.

"Hmm, my name is Ziye Feihua. I'm afraid that your name will be unsed!" Purple Night Flying Flower sneered.

"It's really good! Ha ha, my name is really unpopular..." Murong Xiaoxian smiled and slowly stepped forward half a step!

It was this half step that completely blocked the momentum of the purple night flying flower, and Yang Wu finally calmed down.

"I stopped them. If we fight for a while, you run away first..." Murong Xiaoxian smiled bitterly and said in a low voice. Murong Xiaoxian knew that his behavior could never escape the perception of purple night flying flowers, so he did not avoid it.

"Who the hell is that man?" Purple night flying flowers are obviously a little excited.

"Well, this person is my best friend. Naturally, I won't say his name, but there are two big phoenix feathers printed on his body..." Murong Xiaoxian said softly.

"Ah! Brother Qingkong? Impossible, he has been in hiding for more than 50 years, impossible..." Ziye Feihua seemed to be stunned for a moment, and her tone was a little excited.

Don't believe it? Believe it or not, but if you can send me the head of the marshal of this barracks, how about I take you to see him? Murong Xiaoxian vaguely felt that this woman and the blue sky flying feather seemed to be a little ambiguous.

"Hmm! As long as I take you down, I don't know whether what you said is true or not!" Ziye Feihua sneered, gently stretched her right hand, and a very delicate sword leaped into her hand.