General

Sure enough, while Li Xuan was galloping on horseback in the dark, the flames of battle at Yuling Pass had gradually ignited.

Countless black figures used silver hooks to quietly climb up the city wall. Although their movements were extremely light, they also managed to avoid patrols and guards very cleverly. However, Yuling Pass was heavily guarded, and this series of movements still failed to escape the secret sentinels. Eye.

The battle was on the verge of breaking out in an instant, and the defenders of the city desperately resisted the attacks of more and more Blood Pavilion killers. However, since most of the troops were taken away by the attack on the Xuanming camp this time, the remaining people were not at all strong in terms of skills or numbers. dominant.

In the cold moonlight, more and more bloody fights gradually spread to the city.A black figure rode through the crowd and rushed straight to Yuling Pass. He jumped up lightly on the back of the horse, and landed within the city wall several meters high like a ghost.Immediately after, there were more than a dozen black shadows, also agile, climbing over the wall one after another...

"General Ling, the East Granary is on fire!"

In Li Xuan's dormitory, the candlelight was flickering amidst the cries and fights that came and went. Lan Jing was dressed in clothes that looked like a schoolboy, and she was sitting at the square table in the inner hall with a little uneasiness.Although Ling Feng's disguise technique is not good, but with the help of the mottled light and shadow at night, he still hides his appearance that is enough to make a country and a city.

"Only the East Granary?" Ling Feng was wearing a military uniform, holding a long sword, and stood by Lan Jing's side every step of the way. He heard the notification from outside the door before walking to the gate of the palace, and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, only the East Granary." Seeing Ling Feng half-opening the palace door and looking at him, the guard nodded solemnly and said in a low voice, "But there is a small group of black-clothed assassins patrolling and burning. The martial arts are extremely high, and the subordinates really can't stop them. If the general's reinforcements can't rush back to the city, I'm afraid the others will not be spared..."

Ling Feng pursed his lips tightly, and the fingers holding the hilt of the sword also rattled with force.Who else could be a black-clothed assassin with extremely high martial arts besides the Xuanming Blood Pavilion?

It has been heard for a long time that Fei Yan is the number one expert in Xuanming Kingdom, and his methods are terrific. If he fights alone, his chance of winning will not exceed [-]%.But now that the soldiers are approaching the city, the enemy is outnumbered, and I still have to protect the prince, what can I use to fight him?

"General Ling!" Just as Ling Feng was deep in thought, another guard rushed to the front and panted softly, "The Xuanming Assassin is coming towards the General Hall..."

He looked at the blueprints and letters piled up in the desk and case through the open door, then looked at the "book boy" sitting in the corner, then lowered his head and continued: "Do you need to arrange manpower to escort the two of you to evacuate as soon as possible?" ?!"

"Where to retreat?!" Ling Feng sneered, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and said in a slightly disdainful voice, "The general should already be on the way, I will guard here until he returns to the city!"

"...Yes." The two guards glanced at each other with some hesitation before retreating into the night with their hands clasped together.

Sure enough, within a short while, two black-clothed assassins kicked open the door of the dormitory and rushed in. In the dim candlelight, they ran straight into Ling Feng's eyes.

anyone?

The two assassins looked at each other, and seemed to be a little surprised at the same time.

Ling Feng didn't care whether they were ready to fight or not, and flew over when they were not prepared, easily killing the two of them.

"Be careful, it really is a member of the Blood Pavilion." As soon as he fought, he immediately confirmed the opponent's identity. Ling Feng didn't look back, and stared quietly at the door with bright eyes, but the words were addressed to Lan Jing behind him.Following the scream of the person who fell to the ground just now, several auras with strong inner strength gradually approached from a distance, among them, there was probably that person, "Fei Yan is here too."

"Fei Yan..." Lan Jing muttered in a low voice, and only then did she understand why Ling Feng had such a serious expression on his face.

The Blood Pavilion is the assassination and intelligence agency that Emperor Xuanming relied on for his survival, and the pavilion owner Fei Yan is a world-renowned master.He admits that he is afraid of death, but he is even more afraid that he will fall into the enemy's hands and become their weakness to threaten Li Xuan...

"rest assured."

Ling Feng seemed to be able to feel the fear in Lan Jing's heart. Facing the enemy's footsteps that became clearer and clearer, he silently held the long sword in front of his chest and said in a deep voice.

Don't worry, even if I die, I will hold on to my last breath until Li Xuan comes back, until I hand you into his hands!

In the endless night, Ling Feng seemed to see the little prince who was as noble as a god more than ten years ago, standing among a group of guards with golden armor and silver helmets, and said to himself with a smile:

"I want you to be Lingshuang and Aoxue from now on, ride the waves and ride the wind!"