The night was as dark as a horror, the dim starlight shone down from the sky, and the mottled remnant snow in the earth reflected the starlight, and the wisps of light turned into bundles of starlight crisscrossed. Occasionally, a few barking dogs were heard, and soon several figures appeared, and then several figures disappeared behind the houses in the street, holding cold blades in their hands, and their faces were even more fierce.

The rumbling sound sounded, and the loud sound alarmed the Khitan soldiers patrolling the city wall, and suddenly the well-trained Khitan soldiers rushed towards the city tower like hungry wolves. There was a fierce glint in the eyes of the blue-shirted young man, and the bladeless iron sword in his hand suddenly appeared in his hand, and several Khitan soldiers had already arrived in front of him. Several spears stabbed at the blue-shirted young man's body with a terrifying chill.

Ye Yinfeng shook the bladeless iron sword in his hand, and several stabbing spears were all cut off by the iron sword, and his footwork slipped under his feet, and his body shuttled among the several Khitan soldiers like a gust of wind. Suddenly, a dull sound sounded, and the Khitan soldiers quickly fell. As the sound of the fight came out, dozens of Khitan soldiers swarmed in, and they rushed with cold, wind-like scimitars in their hands.

The iron sword in his hand danced lightly, and the Khitan soldiers only looked at a vague blue shadow in front of their eyes, and they raised their scimitars in their hands and slashed at the blue shadow. However, the scimitar they slashed with all their strength was cut into the air, and when they stabilized their bodies again, the scimitar in their hands twisted, and the blue-shirted young man had already laid a strong wind of sword light. As soon as the scimitars in the hands of several Khitan soldiers touched the sword shadows that rose up, they made a light and crisp sound, and the scimitars broke in response.

It was difficult to hide the shock in their hearts, and when they were stunned, they only felt that the blue shadow in front of them flashed again, and a sword light diffused in their sight. Then their bodies fell to the ground like a wire cut, and they fell to the ground one after another. The first layer of Khitan soldiers was easily solved by Ye Yinfeng in this way, but there were dozens of Khitan soldiers who once again surrounded and came up, they didn't pay any attention to the corpses of their colleagues under their feet, and the scimitars in their hands condensed a more bloody aura towards Ye Yinfeng.

A blue shadow shuttled through those Khitan soldiers like a ghost, and the bladeless iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand was a few points sharper than the peerless sword. His figure was like the wind, and he stepped on the footwork of the Seven Stars Chasing the Moon, and the condensed true qi poured towards the iron sword endlessly. And everywhere he went, a Khitan soldier fell down, and when his figure flashed, there was a stream of blood rushing to the sky, and the thick bloody breath smoked the cold night with a pungent blood.

Like a gust of wind, Ye Yinfeng's posture was proud, a cold light condensed in his eyes, and the corpses of dozens of Khitan soldiers were under his feet, and the rolling blood was wantonly permeating the air. The placket of his whole body was stained with a little blood, and his calm and relaxed posture also made those Khitan soldiers who wanted to close up again feel endless terror. He stood in front of the door of the vital room, and he was like the immovable god of war, and no one could cross before him.

A centurion's eyes condensed with a fierce look, and with a wave of his hand, several Khitan soldiers quickly rushed out from behind him. What they held in their hands was a powerful bow that was larger than usual, the big bow was drawn like a full moon, and the sharp arrows were condensed with bloodthirsty majesty, which made people feel a chill in their hearts when they saw it. This kind of strong bow is mainly aimed at martial arts, and one person is not enough to pull this bow apart, but it requires the cooperation of two people. This kind of bow and crossbow is also a relatively common bow and crossbow in the armies of various countries, just to deal with those martial cultivators who are powerful to the sky.

The Khitan centurion waved his hand, and suddenly several arrows shot towards Ye Yinfeng with a whistling sound. The surging arrow qi condensed the terrifying color of this night, and there was a soul-killing aura circulating on the tip of the arrow, and the long arrow dragged an afterimage in the air and instantly arrived in front of Ye Yinfeng. A pair of hideous eyes with scarlet blood in them, those Khitan soldiers retreated after shooting a round of arrows, and then replaced by a few new Khitan archers.

The iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand waved like the wind, the sound of "Zheng Zheng" was endless, and the arrows also landed one after another, and the blue-shirted young man was surrounded by a majestic breath, his body scurried, and he came to the front of this group of Khitan archers quickly, the iron sword in his hand shook, and the sword flowers bloomed in front of the eyes of this group of Khitan soldiers. The first to bear the brunt was the Khitan centurion, a sword flower shrouded down from his body, and a splattered of sky-high blood plasma splattered out.

Suddenly, a wail sounded, Ye Yinfeng turned his body again, his posture was like flowing water, and the blue-shirted figure was like the messenger of hell, and he took a person's life everywhere he went. And those Khitan soldiers were obviously shocked, they couldn't hide the horror in their eyes, the young man was so young, but the shot was killed by a sword and a sword, without any drag.

Ling Tianyun rushed out of the hut, he immediately smelled a pungent smell of blood, his face changed slightly, and when he saw the scene in front of him, that slightly changed face also relaxed. The star-like eyes shot a blazing light, and the treasure knife in his hand flashed, like a cheetah, rushing towards the frightened Khitan soldiers. The majestic body seemed to contain endless power, the sword wind rolled up the strength of Shen Xiong, and a spatula burst out from the treasure knife, and Ling Tian's god-like body stood proudly on the city wall.

The sound of thunderous horses' hooves sounded, and the earth shook from outside the city gate, but the brunt of it was two burly men, their eyes swept in all directions. They sat down with two extraordinary horses, and when they rushed to the gate, they stopped, and then they waved their hands. In an instant, the roar of horses' hooves rushed from behind them towards the wide open gate.

Guo Huai'an's eyes flashed with a resolute gaze, his back had been slashed by a Khitan warrior, the sharp scimitar cut a hole in the placket of his back, and it could be clearly seen that there was a dazzling scarlet wound on his back, and a trace of blood was flowing from the wound. But he ignored it and blasted the Khitan warrior who had succeeded in the sneak attack away with one punch. Flowing with a fierce momentum, he knocked away the Khitan warriors holding scimitars one by one with one fist and palm. But his body is also scarred, those Khitan warriors have been carefully trained by the world's number one master, Wanyan Invincible, and his martial arts cultivation realm aside, his actual combat ability is even more than ordinary martial arts cultivation of the same level.

His eyes were filled with fierce fighting intent, and Guo Huaian's upper body was all destroyed, but there was not the slightest languishing aura on his body, but the fighting spirit became stronger and stronger. There was a resolute and unstubborn expression on that handsome and fierce face, even if he was alone in this assassin's mansion, even if he was in the tiger's den in Longtan, even if he was ambushed on all sides, there was still no fear on his face.

"If the Han people are like this, where is there a foothold for our Khitans in this world. Guo Cunyi gave birth to a good son. This young marshal of the Guiyi Army is indeed worthy of his name, which is admirable. Xiao Dongping did not hide his admiration for Guo Huai'an in his eyes, and the glad gaze in his eyes flowed out. He didn't hide anything in front of the Khitan prince, and anyone would have admiration for such a heroic young hero.

And that Xiao Shihan was a little pale, he was also a young talent, in front of Guo Huai'an, he found that he was nothing. Except for Lao Tzu, who has a powerful handle, he is nothing regardless of his identity, he can't help but feel a little jealous of Guo Huai'an, why everyone appreciates him, not only his father admires him, but even the Khitan prince Yelu Changsheng also appreciates him incomparably.

Guo Huai'an looked at Yelu Changsheng, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and a trace of disdain appeared on his face, although his body was bloodstained, but the momentum circulating on his body was rising again and again. The provocative gaze unabashedly fell on Yelu Changsheng's body, and his resolute face was even more fierce like a tiger, especially his bare upper body, the uneven muscles contained infinite strength like a piece of iron.

Yelu Changsheng's face was extremely ugly, he didn't expect that he had sent out the third group of elite guards, and they all fell under Guo Huai'an's iron fist. Looking at the other party's provocative gaze, he only felt a burst of hot heat on his face, but he was still unmoved, he knew that he had fallen into the inferior in the first confrontation with Guo Huai'an. If he lets go of everything and fights to the death with Guo Huai'an, then his prestige will rise to another level in the Khitan Kingdom. He knew why he was inferior to Jerod, but he knew that it was useless for him to regret it.

"Those who kill Guo Huai'an will be rewarded with 10,000 taels of gold, and they will be added to the first-class guards." Yelu Changsheng's eyes shot a fierce gaze, and he said to all the Khitan guards present. As soon as his words fell, several Khitan warriors rushed out of the crowd. Their eyes showed a faint glow like a wolf, and the blades in their hands condensed a bloodthirsty and vicious aura, as if Guo Huai'an was the prey that could not escape in their eyes.

No one expected that a person slowly walked out of the crowd, and the person's face was flowing with a decadent aura, but no one knew that the person was holding an ordinary spear in his hand. It was a man-tall spear, and although the body of the spear was dark and glowing, the tip of the spear was rusty. The man slowly walked towards Guo Huai'an with a spear, and the man landed in front of Guo Huai'an first.

"Luo Lie, how could it be them, did he really think that he would have such good luck. With his ability, he still wants to kill Guo Huai'an, it's just whimsical", "How could it be that kid, he actually wants to steal credit, but he really wants to be promoted and make a fortune and wants to go crazy", "Isn't this the captain of the Luo guy, how can he go up, is he dying, alas, he really went up to find death." ”

Everyone saw Luo Lie carrying a rusty spear and walking in front of Guo Huai'an, their faces showed doubts, and many people who knew Luo Lie couldn't help but talk about it. Not only those centurions in the Khitan military camp, even if it was the assassin Xiao Dongping and the crown prince Yelu Changsheng, they all showed incredible expressions on their faces, they knew Luo Lie well, if they didn't know Luo Lie too well, where would they use Luo Lie to introduce Guo Huai'an into this assassin's mansion.

For this cowardly Han centurion, his colleagues in the Khitan military camp were disdainful, and the prince Yelu Changsheng didn't notice this person. If Guo Huai'an hadn't kidnapped him and mixed into the Khitan military camp, they wouldn't have had any intersection with Luo Lie, and of course Luo Lie's family background was also found out by them, Luo Lie was just an ordinary family whose ancestors settled in Shuozhou.

Guo Huai'an's eyes also showed a hint of doubt, he didn't understand why Luo Lie was coming towards him at this time, with his understanding of Luo Lie, it was right that this weak Han man should hide in the crowd. Only he seemed to see something different from Luo Lie's eyes, and that feeling shocked him, and he felt that Luo Lie's temperament seemed to have some qualitative changes in the process of lifting the gun.

With Luo Lie's appearance, those Khitan guards who were about to move all stopped, and their eyes were not only puzzled but also disdainful. They disdained to appear at the same time as this Han centurion, they had their dignity, and the Han people were like pariahs in their eyes, and of course they also knew that with Luo Lie's strength, they were simply going to die.

"It's been more than 20 years, and the border should have forgotten a word a long time ago." A complicated look flashed in Luo Lie's eyes, "If the gun is broken, the sky will not be returned, and the sky will be closed if the person dies, and there will be a broken gun in the north to guard the sky." ”