Chapter 233

"What are you doing?"

The guard who looked at the road ahead seemed to hear the sound behind him. Turning around, he saw that there was a blood hole in the head of the man sitting on the chair.

When the guard saw this scene, he wanted to shout, but before he could make a cry, ye Ziheng had already fallen from the sky and stabbed the blade firmly into the guard's forehead.

"Poof ~"

Ye Ziheng pulled the thorns out of the guard's Linggai, then backed away, and the fresh blood began to emerge from his head.

He took a look at the corpse and was silent for two or three seconds, but soon turned and walked towards the second corpse, bypassed the corpse's back and pulled out the white moon blade that had been stabbed into the ground.

Then ye Ziheng put the white moon blade back into the sleeve sword and walked slowly downstairs.

There was a guard at the entrance of the stairs, but he didn't seem to do his duty. He leaned against the wall and smoked silently.

At this time, ye Ziheng has quietly walked behind him, and the sleeve sword in his hand has gone out of its sheath.

Then ye Ziheng stretched out his right hand and covered the guard's mouth and nose. Before the guard could react, he thrust the sleeve sword into his waist.

The guard felt the pain and his pupils dilated, but the next second, fresh blood gushed out of his mouth and he fell down.

Ye Ziheng immediately shakes his body to the ground and walks forward.

Out of the stairway, on the third floor where he is now, there are five guards, but ye Ziheng walked out without hesitation, picked up some stones on the ground and hit them on the head.

"Bang, Bang..."

Each stone was deeply sunk in their back skulls, and the blood soon dyed the stones red, but ye Ziheng didn't care, and went on to the next floor.

On the second floor, there are more guards here. There are 12 people, and Lin Ya is still in one of the rooms.

Ye Ziheng took a deep breath, changed the thorn to his left hand, took out the cold wing sword with his right hand, and walked out straight.

As soon as he stepped out, a guard on patrol saw ye Ziheng's figure. He quickly raised his hand and was ready to shout, but before he could shout, ye Ziheng suddenly threw the thorn in his hand at him and thrust it straight into his head.

Several other people also turned their heads curiously after hearing the sound of flying into their heads. They wanted to see what happened. But just after turning their heads, they saw that ye Ziheng rushed to a person's face immediately, and then thrust the sleeve sword of his left hand directly into his chin, and then came out of his head.

Then without hesitation, ye Ziheng suddenly pulled out his sleeve sword, grasped the cold wing sword in his hand, stabbed it into the heart of the nearest enemy, then quickly pulled it out, and then pulled it towards the next enemy.

It wasn't until ye Ziheng killed the fourth enemy that those guys suddenly responded. At first, he shouted loudly and took out his weapons and rushed to ye Ziheng.

Ye Ziheng opened the eagle's eyes and found that a dozen guards on the downstairs floor had already started to run up.

It seems that this dive failed. Ye Ziheng thought of it in his heart. Then he waved, and a "streamer dart" appeared in his left hand.