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The horse carriage began to move again slowly, but before it had gone more than a meter, it heard a scream not far away.

The two horses were startled and stopped with a cry.

Yang Muyun knew that something must have happened, so he immediately got out of the horse carriage and looked towards the direction of the sound.

It turned out to be the bandits who had just left. One of them, the one who had taken the money bag, had developed a selfish desire to take the bag of money for himself.

Then, taking the opportunity, he took his money bag and sprinted forward, trying to avoid everyone else.

He was not afraid of being insatiable, but he was afraid of being insatiable and insatiable.

By the time the other bandits discovered his intentions, it was already too late. The person with the money bag had already run a distance away.

The bandit leader immediately gave chase. The man with the money bag saw that someone was chasing and quickened his pace as well.

However, just as the person with the money bag passed through the middle of the two trees in front of him, an accident happened.

"Pfft!" The person holding the money bag bumped into something. Suddenly, blood spurted out and his head fell to the ground.

Ah!" Big Bro Young Master, who had been chasing after them, saw this scene and was extremely frightened. He stopped and sat on the ground, completely at a loss for words.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Yang Qianqian also heard the scream and was about to stick her head out.

"It's nothing, girl, don't come out." Yang Muyun tightly held onto the curtain of the carriage to prevent Yang Qianqian from getting out.

The scene just now was too bloody, and he couldn't let a girl like her see it.

Even Uncle Sun, who was a middle-aged man, turned his head to the side when he saw it. He tried his best not to look and felt nauseous as well.

Yang Muyun rubbed his chin as he thought carefully about what was going on.

He wasn't flustered at all. He had already seen such a scene when his clan had been exterminated at the age of seven. The scene at that time would forever be etched into his heart.

So, from then on, fear was no longer fear. Sometimes, he would even dream of that scene. Every time he recalled, his feelings would become firmer and more useless.

What people feared was only fear itself.

As long as the heart is fearless, then fear is no longer fear, it will become a stepping stone for you to become a strong person.

"I don't know which friend he is, but there's no need to hide. Come out and meet him!" Yang Muyun circulated his Qi and shouted these words.

The sound spread far and wide through the inner force, covering the entire area and echoing in this area. Unfortunately, no one responded.

As the wind blew through the trees on both sides, Yang Muyun suddenly discovered that a drop of blood had congealed in the air, forming a small bead of blood.

"Little girl, please don't come out." Yang Muyun felt that something was wrong, so he instructed Yang Qianqian before jumping off the carriage.

He quickly walked in front of that small bead of blood. At that time, the bandits had already gathered together and were looking at Yang Muyun with fear in their eyes.

Yang Muyun didn't pay any attention to them. He looked at the condensed blood droplets in the air and observed them from all angles.

The location of this bead of blood was directly above the bandit who had suddenly died.

Yang Muyun moved the corpse away and looked at the little blood bead again and again, but he couldn't find anything wrong with it.

Finally, under the illumination of the sunlight, Yang Muyun discovered that on both sides of the small bead of blood, there was a very small trail of blood.

Yang Muyun picked up his sword and scabbard, and touched the blood on the ground. Following Yang Muyun's movements, the trees on both sides of the road also moved.

Line? Yang Muyun saw that something was wrong.

In the middle of these two trees, there was a silver thread that was not easy to detect.

Yang Muyun looked again, this was the first time that such a sharp silver line could instantly take someone's life.

"May I know who you are, sir? Since I've been waiting here for a long time, I might as well come out and meet you." Yang Muyun shouted again.

"Tsk tsk!" At this time, the wind blew, the trees on both sides began to sway, three masked men in black walked out from the shadow of the trees, "Young Hero Yang is really lucky!"

"We brothers have set up this trap for so long. I didn't think that this piece of trash would be able to break it." One of the men in black was furious.

"Then, may I know who you gentlemen are and why you are plotting against me?" Yang Muyun cupped his fists.

Although Yang Muyun knew that the people in front of him weren't friendly, he still returned the greeting, this was the most basic form of etiquette.

"I think the dead don't need to know so much!" They really didn't want to talk too much. After the other man in black said this, he rushed forward.

The man in black rushed forward. Two pairs of daggers emerged from his sleeves and danced in the air, sticking to the sides of his arms.

When Yang Muyun saw this, he immediately reacted and retreated backwards. His dagger brushed past the fluttering white robe.

The other two men in black stood on the spot. Seeing that the man in black had not been able to land a single blow, they also joined the battle in fear that he would suffer a loss.

When the three of them approached, Yang Muyun still didn't know the three's identity and status, nor did he clearly understand the weapons used by the other two, so he didn't act rashly.

He was only dodging between the three of them. His qinggong was incredibly powerful, and even the three of them were unable to track his position.

However, as time passed, the encirclement of the three became smaller and smaller, Yang Muyun would not be able to get between the three of them.

"Young Hero Yang, do you have any last words? Speak!" A man in black pulled out a flexible sword from his waist.

Their faces were all covered with black gauze, making them hard to see clearly.

Yang Muyun guessed, could they be related to the previous assassin who attacked them? If they don't hit it again, could they try again?

"Who the hell are you? "What do you want?" Yang Muyun unsheathed his sword and tapped the ground.

"Tsk, your last words are so boring." The last man in black took out a knife and spat.

"We have received orders from our superiors to take your head!" The man with the dagger said.

The underworld talks about morality and the killers talk about rules.

This was the unchanging iron law of the martial arts world. Assassins were desperate criminals who licked their blood off the edge of their sabers. There was no limit to the rules.

If there were no rules governing a group of assassins, then the assassins' organization was not cohesive. They couldn't gather their forces and turn them into a sharp knife to deal with outsiders.

Most of the assassins were rebellious, and internal strife was a common occurrence.

It was also a rule as to what to say and what not to say.

"Our identities cannot be revealed!" The man in black with the short knife shouted. The other two understood what was going on and quickly rushed over.

It seemed that they had to fight to the death, but Yang Muyun was confident that they would die.

Yang Muyun turned to the side and dodged the flexible sword's attack. He held the sword in his right hand and slashed across the chest.

At the same time, his palm landed on the saber-wielding black-clothed man's body. Borrowing the momentum from his jump, he caused the dust and dirt to fly into the air, causing sand and rocks to fly into the air.

Yang Muyun used a move, "Looking back at the moon". Using his sword to support the ground, he jumped up onto the blades of the three players and performed a roundhouse kick. Using this as an opportunity, he leapt out of their encirclement.