V2.Chapter 180

"Commander, when the villain and his brothers patrolled to the north of the town, they found that there were suspicious people approaching the town at night. It was suspected that they were the Scouts of the wind army!" Captain Mo Bing bowed his head and finished his words in one breath. Bubble * book * (..)

"Found the wind Scout?" The tall man was stunned for a moment when he heard that the speech changed color. He asked in a hurry, "when did you find it? Did you catch anyone? Come in and talk!" Then he pulled captain Mo Bing into the room. Tang Yin and Wu Ya also followed the trend.

The space in the room is not large, but it looks very bookish and antique. There are many calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and all kinds of decoration are carefully carved. In addition to the tall man, there was another person in the house. Because he was lying on the bed and blocking the curtain, he couldn't see clearly, but he must be a woman.

Captain Mo Bing was nervous all over. He kept his head down and didn't dare to squint. He whispered, "back to the commander, we failed to catch each other. When we found each other, they ran away."

"They're not alone?"

"Oh... This..."

"It looks like five or six people," Tang Yin said. "It seems that they want to sneak into the town at night. If it's not for the villains to go to the town, they might get in."

The tall man didn't pay special attention to Tang Yin. His whole heart was occupied by the sudden news. Is it really a wind Scout? But why did the wind army scouts come to Jindong town? Did the wind army really attack here?

While he was thinking, Tang Yin turned his tongue, rolled out the pill that had been pressed under his tongue, chewed it twice, and then swallowed it with spittle. As the spirit gathering pill went down, the aura quickly gathered in his body. Just for a moment, the air around Tang Yin fluctuated.

The leakage of spiritual pressure of spiritual practitioners is not something that spiritual practitioners themselves can control. It is entirely a natural phenomenon. The tall man and Wu Ya are both spiritual practitioners. They also felt the sudden emergence of spiritual pressure at the same time. Just when they were surprised and wanted to find the source of spiritual pressure, Tang Yin suddenly waved his arm, and the palm burning black flame was like a knife, and rushed to the face door of the tall man.

"Ah -" the tall man exclaimed. He stepped back with instinctive reaction and leaned back. He only heard a Shua. Tang Yin's palm passed in front of him.

"It's an assassin..." the tall man was shocked and spread his aura to cover the spirit armor. Unfortunately, he was still a step slow.

The aura in his body had dispersed to the outside of his body. When he was about to condense into a aura armor, Tang Yin stepped forward with an arrow and his arm explored forward with the trend. He heard a bang. His palm passed through the aura and fastened the tall man's neck.

Hoo! The dark fire suddenly flew from Tang Yin's palm to the tall man's neck, and then covered his whole body from his neck. The aura from his body no longer had a chance to condense into armor. Under the terrible burning of the dark fire, the aura dispersed and soared into the air. With Tang Yin's breath, the aura floating in the air quickly penetrated into his body.

The tall man who was still alive just now turned into a rag doll who had lost his life in an instant. His eyes were empty, his mouth was wide open, his head drooped powerlessly, and his body hung on Tang Yin's hand.

"Assassin!" Wu Ya on one side finally reacted. His face changed greatly, roared, took out his sword and raised his hand to stab Tang Yin in the back of his heart.

His cultivation is not weak, which Tang Yin felt very early. I'm afraid it's not easy to defeat him in two or three moves.

Thinking of this, Tang Yin shook off the body and dodged Wu Ya's sword on his side. Then he didn't fight back. He took two consecutive lunges and rushed close to the rear window. Without slowing down, he directly broke through the window and seemed to want to escape.

The commander of his own side was killed by an assassin under his own eyes. Wu Ya was not willing to let Tang Yin leave. He roared, took his sword and ran after him, and ran out along the broken window.

However, at the moment he ran out, a cold light suddenly flashed above the window, and a crescent shaped curved spirit knife stabbed from top to bottom.

The assassin obviously broke the window and fled. Wu ya never dreamed that there was an enemy hiding above the window. His body shape could no longer dodge. He just heard the sound of flutter. The spirit knife pierced his spirit armor and hit his back. However, his forward inertia was too large. Even if he was stabbed in the back, he still kept his speed. With the sound of sand, he flew out of the window and landed, Screamed and rolled left and right. After a short time, the man had gradually lost movement, leaving only his limbs twitching. Looking at his back, a gap of more than a foot was cut from the back heart to the back hip, and blood and internal organs gurgled out along the gap.

"Hum!" With cold laughter, Tang Yin jumped back into the room from above the window and shook the blood on the spirit knife in her hand.

Yes, just now he broke the window and ran away, but after jumping out of the window, he immediately showed the shadow floating, flashed over the window, hooked his feet on the eaves and made him hang upside down on the window. When Wu Ya chased him out, he was being stabbed with his fatal knife.

Looking at Tang Yin who had returned, the captain of Mo Bing was completely stunned and stunned. He stood there with his mouth open and could insert an egg without moving or making a sound.

"Ah -" at this time, a woman's harsh scream came from the bed. Tang Yin shouted coldly and upset: "shut up!" While talking, his arm shook, and the spirit knife came out of his hand and shot straight at the bed.

Puff! A knife with infinite precision and power. The blade was stabbing into the mouth of the woman on the bed. Its strength was so strong that it bounced her back. The tip of the blade stuck out behind her head and nailed it to the wall.

Except for Tang Yin and captain Mo Bing, there was no living in the room. Tang Yin looked around and smiled leisurely. He hooked the body on the ground with his toes and kicked it out. With a bang, the body was kicked directly under the bed.

Captain Mo Bing's body suddenly shook and finally recovered. His face was pale. He grabbed Tang Yin's arm in a panic and screamed, "you said you would make me fine. Now things are making a big mess. You have to take me with you..."

"Go? Why go?" Tang Yin sneered, threw away his hand, and then listened. There were hurried footsteps outside. It must be that people outside had rushed over.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his mind followed his heart. The dense fog dispersed from his whole body and gathered around him. It condensed but did not disperse. In the blink of an eye, the fog gathered more and more, and finally condensed into a human form.

This man is as like as two peas who were sucked away by the dark fire just now. Not only is his appearance, height, and shape not bad, he even has a bare body and two white trousers, which is carved out of a mold.

This is the shadow split technique, one of the secret skills of the dark Department of Lingwu.

The other party had just killed the commander in chief. At this time, another commander in chief came into being. Captain Mo Bing felt numb on his scalp and weak all over. His heart beat fast and jumped to his throat. At this time, he could not make a sound. He sat down on the ground and looked at the "thousand captain", stunned, and the liquid slowly flowed out from under his crotch.

Tang Yin looked up and down at the commander he had transformed, nodded with a smile, then went to the bed, pulled open the curtain, pulled out the machete from the mouth of the naked woman and put it away. Plop! The body nailed to the wall fell straight on the bed, and the blood dyed the bedding red in an instant.

As soon as he put the knife away, he heard a bang. The door was knocked open from the outside. Then, three spiritual practitioners dressed like Wu Ya broke in first, followed by a large number of sergeant mo.

"Commander?!" When people came in and saw the situation in the room, they were all surprised, "this... What's going on?"

The commander went to the hanger, picked up a coat and put it on his body. At the same time, he shouted loudly, "you don't know if an assassin came in. What do you eat? If Mr. Wu Ya hadn't arrived in time, you would have to collect my body now!"

"Ah..." the people looked at each other, looked at the angry commander, and bowed their heads one after another. The three spiritual practitioners had sharp eyes, noticed the body on the bed, rushed over, pushed Tang Yin away from the bed, first touched the woman's nose, and then looked at her wound carefully. The three changed their color and said, "what a fast knife!"

One of the older practitioners turned around and asked, "commander, where's my second brother?"

The commander pointed to the broken window and said, "Mr. Wu Ya has gone after the assassin!"

The middle-aged man's heart trembled. Just looking at the knife wound of the corpse, he can judge that the assassin's knife technique is very fast and his cultivation is very deep. I'm afraid Wu Ya is not someone else's opponent! Without thinking, he rushed to the window and jumped out.

Just after he went out for a short time, he heard a pig like cry outside the window: "second brother! Second brother..."

The other two practitioners were shocked and hurriedly jumped out along the window. Now, there was a chorus outside the window, one crying second brother and two crying second brothers.

The commander's mouth moved, looked up at the Mo soldiers who were still standing there, and said angrily, "Why are you still standing here? Go and gather your brothers to catch the assassin!"

"Ah? Ah, yes, yes, yes!" Everyone woke up like a dream, nodded and promised, and then turned and ran out like a swarm of bees.

After the people left, the commander lowered his head, glanced at captain Mo Bing who was still sitting on the ground, reached out his hand to pull him up, looked at his wet pants, grinned and said softly, "don't worry, it's okay."

Captain Mo Bing slowly raised his head. After a while, the focus of his eyes fell on the commander's face. He wanted to speak, but his trembling lips opened and closed, and he couldn't spit out a word. Looking at the commander's eyes was not like looking at a person, but like looking at a monster.

The commander patted him on the cheek and said, "go! Send my orders and let all the brothers gather outside!"