In the darkness of the night, there was a cage shrouded in the sky, and the torches held high reflected Shi Shouxin's cold face red. The horse under him stumbled uneasily, and a thick layer of white vapor erupted from its nostrils, not the torches held high, but the ghostly figures that shuttled through the barracks.

Shi Shouxin's face showed a bit of anger, he rode his horse across the battlefield, killing countless enemies, but he was extremely helpless in this situation today. Facing those ghost-like figures of martial cultivators, even though their subordinates had strong bows and arrows in their hands, it was as difficult as climbing to the sky to shoot those figures. The Great Zhou Army is known for its bravery, but they are all ordinary martial artists, how can they be the opponents of those martial arts with deep internal strength.

By his side are Gao Chengde and Ma Chenghui, these two people are no longer the mountain city boys and wilderness bandits of the day, they followed the Great Zhou to the north, and they saw the bravery of the Great Zhou army along the way. And they followed these Great Zhou generals and learned some military tactics. Especially Gao Chengde, who has an unusual talent in military operations, so the two of them also officially follow Shi Shouxin's side.

Those ghostly figures obviously didn't take the Great Zhou army seriously, and the ghostly figures wrapped in black clothes scurried away from the barracks at will. They raised a cold blade in their hands, and wherever they went, a soldier fell, and the smell of blood filled the air, and the night was filled with endless horror.

The arrows rained down on the black-clad ghosts, but the arrows only left a shallow dark mark on their bodies, but they could not be physically harmed. The Great Zhou soldiers who lined up in a formation raised the weapons in their hands and rushed towards the group of black-clothed people, and suddenly the sword was light, and after a fierce killing, the black-clothed assassins did not damage a few, but the soldiers of the Great Zhou fell a large number.

Seeing this, Shi Shouxin's chest was filled with a depression like a volcanic eruption. But he also had no way to take those black-clothed men for a while, so he could only order a team of soldiers to fight to surging into the clouds, and in the end, the Great Zhou army surrounded the dozens of black-clothed people, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The besieged men in black did not show any fear, and their eyes showed an incomparably fierce gaze, like ferocious beasts, hunting those weak prey. The cold blades in their hands stabbed down the surging Great Zhou soldiers, and the blood burst out on their black clothes, and blood flowers formed on their black clothes, which was particularly dazzling in this cold night.

When people were strong and poor after all, whether it was the dozens of murderous black-clothed men or the soldiers of the Great Zhou, they tore down for a while, and a steady stream of Great Zhou soldiers rushed towards the group of black-clothed people. Finally, a few black-clothed assassins fell, but even the black-clothed assassins who were about to fall also stabbed the sharp blades in their hands into the chests of the Great Zhou soldiers. There are fewer and fewer black-clothed people left, and Shi Shouxin knows that it is the Great Zhou army that will win in the end. But the price is also too great, looking at the fallen Da Zhou soldiers, his eyes are even more angry.

Sitting on his horse, he looked around the barracks, where the other tents were guarded by guards, and he set his eyes on the one in the middle of the barracks. The camp tent was still as calm as ever, and the guards of the forbidden army guarding the camp tent were raising cold and dazzling weapons, and he still knew the ability of the Great Zhou Forbidden Army. He knew more about Zhao Kuangyin's ability, and he also knew that the camp tent at this time was extremely safe, and the assassins would not be able to break through the defense line of the forbidden army guarding the camp at all. So he put all this focus on this group of murderous black-clad assassins, as long as this group of assassins is killed, the crisis will not be solved.

The slaughter was still going on, and time was passing bit by bit, and the dark night had begun to become extremely dark, and only the torches held high illuminated the barracks. Gao Chengde and Ma Chenghui beside Shi Shouxin stared at the battlefield tightly, they didn't dare to let go of any detail, for fear of missing any key.

There are not many soldiers, only in the fine, everyone knows this truth, and Shi Shouxin, who is the commander of the Great Zhou Army, certainly knows it. But it's not a matter of whether it's fine or not, it's that the dozens of black-clothed people are too fierce, it's a group of lifeless martial cultivators, and where are the soldiers under their own who are the opponents of these outlaws. He could only use the most primitive tactics of the sea of people, and he sent another batch of soldiers after he fell.

Whether it was arrows, spears, or broadswords, all the eighteen weapons were arranged by him and used them all over again. Looking at the fewer and fewer people in black, his mood showed signs of improvement, no matter how strong the martial arts cultivators were, when they encountered a huge number of troops, they had to retreat, unless they were really not afraid of death. He couldn't help but think so secretly in his heart, he had never wondered why this group of black-clothed people didn't choose to retreat, and he never thought about it, he just wanted to kill all the assassins who had infiltrated the Great Zhou military camp to vent the hatred in his heart.

The candle flame in the tent was burning brightly, illuminating four nervous figures. Chai Rong's face looked relatively calm, and the majestic tiger body revealed a calm temperament like Yue Yuanting, as the Ninth Five-Year Honor, his noble aura was not concealed at all. And Zhao Kuangyin beside him was nervous, looking at the door of the tent with a pair of tiger eyes, and the dragon stick in his hand was held by him hard.

Ling Tianyun's dark luck flowed around his body, and a thin layer of sweat began to flow from his handsome face, and his pine-like figure stood still. The Xingze Treasure Knife made a buzzing sound in his hand, and the incomparably strong True Qi flowed wildly from the meridians around him, causing the bones of his whole body to make a slight sound.

Ye Yinfeng's expression was incomparably calm and relaxed, his elegant posture revealed a touch of sword-like determination, and his straight body contained a unique aura. The bladeless iron sword was already in his hand, and the Tai Halal Qi carried around him was scattered wantonly, and his condensed eyes revealed a piercing awe-inspiring resoluteness.

If waiting is a kind of torment, then waiting for death is even more of a torture, and waiting for a secret opponent is a kind of challenge. No one knows where the real killer will enter the camp, and no one knows how many killers there are, only by waiting quietly and braking quietly can the best effect be achieved.

The candle flame burned slowly, and the candlelight on the desk gave off a faint halo, and the soft light shrouded the entire tent.

Suddenly, the steady candle flame shook suddenly, and a bloody aura fell from the sky, and soon spread, enveloping the entire camp. It was a cold breath, it was a feeling like a man's back now, it was a palpitation like being stared at by death, and the killer sneaked in quietly without knowing how.

The candle flame shook a few more times, Ye Yinfeng moved, and a dark sword shadow stabbed out of his hand. The shadow of the sword was like a dragon, the momentum of the sword was like a shock, and the sword stirred up a slight piercing sound in the air. The flickering candle flame regained its stability, and soon a figure was reflected in the candle flame.

Ye Yinfeng's body was like a meteor, and the sword in his hand stabbed towards Chai Rong's left, and he hurriedly stepped on the wonderful footwork. A sword broke through the air, and suddenly, the energy that stirred in the camp tent shot in all directions, penetrating the table in the camp tent to a thousand holes, only the candle flame stood still, and it didn't even shake for a moment.

"Huh", with a soft sigh, a figure appeared from Chai Rong's left side, but it was a tall and thin person wrapped in black clothes. The soft voice was incomparably deep and full of power, which showed that the man was a middle-aged man. The black clothes were forced out of shape, and only two cold eyes shone with a dazzling light, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

As soon as the man's figure appeared, he landed on the table of the tent, and he was greeted by a brilliant sword that rose from the bottom up and slashed at his feet. The person who made the knife was naturally Ling Tianyun, and when he saw Ye Yinfeng forcing that person's figure out with a sword, he immediately raised his knife and slashed at his feet. The knife rolled up with an astonishing momentum, like a meteor flipping, and slashed at the man's feet.

The light in that man's eyes flickered, and he saw him swing his clothes, his body floated lightly, and his feet were already avoiding Ling Tianyun's attack. However, the figure of that person was still in mid-air, and another suffocating sword shadow shot out, but it was Ye Yinfeng's body shape that changed again, and he jumped into the air like a dragon going out to sea.

"Two stinky boys dare to block a certain family, it's just beyond their means." A deep voice came out of the man's mouth. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the man's figure turn slightly in the air, and after his body was turned one hundred and eighty degrees in mid-air, a dazzling light suddenly appeared from his hand.

"Not good", Ling Tianyun saw that the other party showed his weapon, a bad feeling arose spontaneously, his body shook, his feet squatted hard, and the person shot towards that person like a meteor. As his figure leaped up, the sword in his hand surged towards the man like a large umbrella.

Ye Yinfeng stabbed the air with a sword, his body changed again, and he raised his sword again in conjunction with Ling Tianyun's attack. His form changed sharply several times, catching up with the man's pace like a puff of smoke. He concentrated on it, forcibly injecting his true qi into the iron sword, and suddenly he only felt that the heavens and the earth seemed to be still, and his heart was like water, and he only felt that he was connected with the iron sword.

The sword was shining brightly, and the treasure knife in Ling Tianyun's hand was raised again, and there was a sense of pride in his chest that he had never seen before. The sword wind broke through the air, and inside this tent, it was like a divine weapon, and Ling Tianyun was like a god holding this divine weapon, and a sense of transparency that he had never felt before suddenly surged into his heart.

The man in black raised the cold light in his hand, and after avoiding a sword, his body fell steadily, but he was shocked to find that there seemed to be only one sword and one sword left in the tent, and the others had disappeared. A palpitation that he had never felt before, two deadly crises surging towards him.

Ling Tianyun was immersed in that feeling of spiritual clarity, while Ye Yinfeng enjoyed the subtle feeling of a person's sword. The weapons in their hands did not pause in their consciousness, the sword suddenly let out a long roar of joy, and the sword let out a cathartic groan.

The energy intertwined in the tent shot into a thousand holes, but the steady and burning candle flame was not affected in the slightest, and it did not move at all.

Ling Tianyun's heart was like joy, Ye Yin's wind spirit was like a balance, and they all raised the weapons in their hands at the same time, one only made a splitting action, and the other only made a stabbing action.

The look of horror in the eyes of the man in black was like the blooming light of the sword, and the terrified expression on his face was like that brilliant sword light. He could only watch as the sword that had been like a stroke of genius pierced through the limits of time and space, piercing through his chest. But he knew it wasn't over yet, for another knife slashed at his neck like a swift ray of light. He couldn't dodge, because he couldn't even move for half a minute.

Everything was settled, there were no screams, only a pair of corpses with angry eyes and dead eyes, no, it should be said that the corpses were separated from the heads.