Chapter 302 The affected pond fish

When the weather is cold, the ground freezes, and the night naturally comes much faster.

Under the night, the cold wind roared. Yang Yanzhao ate a little dinner randomly as usual, then went into the study, picked up the lamp and read the books, and waited for the servants in the house to rest.

There was no update in the capital, so he sat quietly in front of the bookcase. At his hand, a homemade simple funnel was flowing in the sand. Relying on this, Yang Yanzhao estimated the time.

When a leak of fine sand just leaked, the house was completely gone. Yang Yanzhao, who had secretly observed many times, understood that at this moment, even the careful housekeeper Chen was buried in the quilt and enjoyed the warmth of the seat.

Putting down the scroll in his hand, Yang Yanzhao stepped forward, pasted it in front of the wooden door, listened carefully, and made sure that there was no other sound outside except the roaring wind like waves.

So he took out the face towel in his arms and tried to open the door and sneak out, but when he was about to open the door and go out, he heard a sharp metal sound coming towards the door. Although the wind outside the house was strong, Yang Yanzhao still heard the slight sound.

Instinctively tilted his head, the arrow flew past his cheek, and shot the scarf down. Yang Yanzhao also reacted, and his heart was not good, and hurriedly closed the wooden door.

At the same time, an arrow passed through the door panel and shot into the room, almost killing him.

This is a crossbow!

Under the shock, Yang Yanzhao still had time to breathe in the future, and dozens of arrows flew over. With so much strength, he shot thousands of holes in the wooden door and sawdust flying.

He didn't dare to be careless at all. He quickly hid behind the desk and let the arrows run around in the room. In the case of the enemy, a slight abnormal movement will kill him. Therefore, the only thing Yang Yanzhao can do is to wait for the best mobile phone meeting.

"Wow..."

The arrows outside the house stopped, and the wind was a little sudden, blowing the dilapidated wooden door, and the coldness of piercing skin penetrated into the room, making the oil lamp on the desk beat uneasily.

On the eve of the storm, there is always such tranquility.

Yang Yanzhao picked up the arrow on the ground, and there was a faint color on the bright arrow, which was actually smeared with poison.

Quickly picked up the two and put them in his hand. The cat hid on the side of the wooden door, held his breath, pricked his ears, and listened attentively to the movement outside the house.

The slightly messy footsteps came from far to near. Yang Yanzhao slowly moved the arrow to his chest. At this moment, he did not dare to make a sound. He held his heart tightly, and even the veins on the back of his hand kept shaking.

I haven't been so nervous for a long time.

"Bum!"

The broken wooden door was kicked open, and several figures rushed in. At this moment, Yang Yanzhao, who was bowing, suddenly exerted his strength. An arrow in his left hand threw into the chest of a man in black, and the arrow in his right hand crossed the oncoming neck of the man in black.

Before the killer could react, Yang Yanzhao quickly rushed to the corridor outside the study, climbed over the guardrail of the corridor, and hid on the edge of the firewood that had not yet been split.

Late at night, it was extremely cold, and the cold wind blew on his face, like a knife cutting, shrinking between the pile of wood and the guardrail. Through the gap of the guardrail, Yang Yanzhao stared at the study and slowly raised his arrow again.

The blood that has not yet dripped from the arrow has condensed into ice, with a little sad red, shining with a strange brilliance in the bleak moonlight.

Perhaps he was caught off guard when he was killed by Yang Yanzhao. The assassin in the room fell a little behind before he followed. The four figures leaned against the door of the study and looked for his trace in the night.

Picking up a short piece of wood wrapped in snow around him, Yang Yanzhao threw it out and landed at the end of the corridor. Although the slight sound was quickly annihilated by the roaring wind, the four assassins still heard the movement and hurried to the place where the block fell.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yang Yanzhao shot out the arrow in his hand, and the assassin who suddenly fell behind screamed and immediately fell to the ground.

As a result, the three people who were moving forward stopped, and the leader made a gesture. One of them turned his back to the other two and walked back to the place where the wood was thrown before.

In this way, Yang Yanzhao had no chance to start for a while, so he had to slowly move forward along the guardrail, follow the three people, and then look for the opportunity to take action.

Without the cultivation of imperial spirit, Yang Yanzhao can only rely on his agile skills, leaning sideways against the frost guardrail, like a gecko, moving quietly.

Just as Yang Yanzhao was thinking about how to continue to do it, the assassin over there also seemed to find that the wooden block was a bait. The three hesitated for a moment and dispersed as if he wanted.

Looking at an assassin coming towards him with a long knife in his hand, and the other two happened to be at the corner of the corridor, Yang Yanzhao immediately showed a murderous opportunity in his eyes. One jumped up, the cold wind roared, covered the sound, quietly rushed behind him, and covered the assassin's mouth and gave his neck with lightning. Twisted.

Pulling the body down and holding the sharp long knife, Yang Yanzhao flashed into the dark curtain again. He had a weapon in his hand, and the assassin was scattered, so it was easy to solve another assassin.

At this time, the last killer also noticed something wrong. He held the long knife in his hand and walked a little flustered, and he was about to escape to the courtyard gate.

But how could Yang Yanzhao let the man go? Hiding in the dark, he threw out the long knife stained with blood in his hand and inserted it directly into the assassin's body.

"Wow..."

Killing these assassins and leaning against the guardrail in the corridor, Yang Yanzhao gasped heavily, and the cold sweat on his forehead gradually disappeared in the strong wind, but on his back, he still felt a needle and pricking skin.

It seems that someone is still staring at him secretly.

He walked a few steps forward and picked up the long knife on the ground. Yang Yanzhao quickly looked at the yard. The north wind blew the hem of his cotton robe hunting.

"My skills are really good. No wonder even Brother Yelü Xiu hit a nail in Yunzhou City, which opened my eyes."

A slightly old voice sounded. To Yang Yanzhao's surprise, the other party did not deliberately hide his whereabouts, but came straight out and stopped a few feet away from him.

The visitor is a very ordinary-looking old man. The black placket dances with the wind, and his thin figure is slightly rickety. He stands with his hands behind his back and looks at Yang Yanzhao with interest.

That look is like the hunter with a bow and arrow looking at the prey with no way to escape.

For this quietly appeared old man, Yang Yanzhao is full of vigilance. He is also a master who has reached the cultivation of imperial spirit. Naturally, he still has eyesight, and the other party can still see his unique skills.

Otherwise, it will not wait for all the assassins to be killed before making a sound, let alone taking the initiative to come out. Only the profound cultivation allows this person to have the capital to despise ordinary people and regard the lives of those killers as a child's play.

It is also easy to take his life.

But Yang Yanzhao is not willing to let the mermaid meat. His frozen and numb hands are holding the long knife tightly, and his body is tight, like a cheetah ready to go.

Seeing him like this, the old man smiled faintly and waved his hand and whispered, "It's sad that the firefly dares to compete with the sun and the moon..."

With that, the figure suddenly disappeared. In such a situation, Yang Yanzhao's heart tightened secretly, waved a long knife with his backhand and split it on the top of his head.

"Oh."

There was a surprise in the air. For a moment, the old man's laughter dispersed with the wind and spread into Yang Yanzhao's ears from all directions.

This is the other party's fast movement, and he needs to find a chance to start. Fortunately, Yang Yanzhao can sense the fluctuation of true qi, and every time he can cut out a knife to resolve his offensive.

"N Grandma, thin head, don't waste any more time. It's hard to freeze to death in this cold weather!"