Born short-lived

He came out of the commander's mansion, locked the door with a key, and planned to take a shortcut back through the alley.

The sky was getting darker, and even the shadows gradually became blurred.

As he was walking, his feet suddenly stopped, and he suddenly turned around unexpectedly.

A cold light struck fiercely.

Zhou Zirong moved sideways, and the silver dart passed by the side of his neck.

"Who cut the diameter?!"

Seeing that no one was hurt by the attack, the sneak attackers stopped hiding and came out of the huts in the dark corner of the alley one after another. Zhou Zirong looked around and found that there were dozens of them.

It seemed that he had made up his mind that he must die.

His hand secretly covered the handle on the side of the waist, and the Flame-breaking Spiritual Knife in the scabbard faintly emitted heat due to the spiritual power of his palm, and it was bubbling with white air in this cold autumn night.

There are very few opportunities to use Poyan on weekdays, and even if it is a war now, it is rarely necessary for him to fight with others in close quarters—today, it is considered as sharpening the blade for Poyan.

The other party seemed to know that this person was difficult to deal with, and the two sides were in a stalemate for a moment. Suddenly, Zhou Zirong felt a gust of wind behind him, and suddenly drew his knife, bringing out an arc of flames. On the slender black knife.

A burst of sparks exploded from Poyan, and the assassin's black knife was smashed to pieces with a single blow, and the knife's energy smashed a long scorching knife mark on his chest.

The assassin screamed and staggered back a few steps.At this moment, more than a dozen other men in black also drew their knives and slashed at Zhou Zirong.

court death.

These people are not big in stature, and some even have thin arms and legs, but their movements are extremely agile. After finding the law of Zhou Zirong's sword, they can even touch the body at the moment when the sword is brushed.

deftly avoided.

Not long after, the night became more and more intense, and the deep night fell completely, finally completely burying the fierce flames and killing intent in the streets and alleys of Donghai.

The Broken Flame Spiritual Knife exhaled the last breath of hot air, and was inserted back into the scabbard again. With a "click", the Spiritual Knife gradually cooled down.

Zhou Zirong dusted off the non-existent dust on his body, and wiped a few drops of blood that splashed on his face.There seemed to be a voice in the distance. It should be that the soldiers on night patrol finally found something wrong and rushed over to check.

"General Zhou." A voice came from above his head, Zhou Zirong's heart trembled, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and when he looked back, he saw a man in black was about to jump off the eaves.

Without saying a word, he drew his knife and was about to slash at the man. The man was obviously taken aback: "Slow...!!" Before he could finish his sentence, he was forced to use the crossbow tied to his wrist to fight Breaking the flames.

This crossbow was able to receive a heavy strike from Poyan.

Both of them were startled, Zhou Zirong looked at it, although this man covered most of his face, but there was a familiar ink mark on his exposed forehead, and when he looked at the crossbow against the broken flame, it was a Handled bronze crossbow.

Zhou Zirong secretly thought that something was wrong, he hastily withdrew his knife and took a few steps back, raised his eyes to match the man's bewildered eyes, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "Your Excellency came from Northern Xinjiang?"

This should be Dongsheng's Tiangang Lingwu.

At that time, because Donghai was invaded by Panyang, Dongsheng was worried, so he asked him to come to Donghai to help.In order not to be discovered by others, he kept secrets all the way, and changed into night clothes after nightfall. How did he expect to encounter this muddy water, and Zhou Zirong was almost killed by the wrong hand.

He had just arrived in Shenzhou City not long ago, and saw a ball of fire from a distance, and because of the faintly flowing spiritual power in the air, he knew that it was not a common fire, so he rushed over to check it out.

But the exchange of blows just now caused a terrifying familiar spiritual power to pour in, making his mind go blank.

Could it be... an illusion?

"Your Excellency?" Zhou Zirong called again, and then pulled back the consciousness of the crossbow spirit who had been in a trance for a long time.

"Ah..." Nu Ling was stunned for a moment, tore off the black veil on his face, and said dryly, "I am singing the wind, and I am entrusted by His Highness."

Yinfeng...

Yinfeng took Dong Sheng's handwriting out of his pocket and showed it to him, Zhou Zirong recognized at a glance that it was indeed Dong Sheng's handwriting, so he smiled apologetically and said, "I was just rude."

Even though he really wanted to read the entire operation from beginning to end carefully, but he has not settled down yet, he is like a child who has received a gift, and wants to hide in a corner where no one knows and play with it carefully.

Reluctant to look back, he carefully put the letter away and stuffed it into the inner lining of his clothes.

Yinfeng looked at the charred corpses all over the floor, and even the air was filled with the strange smell of scorched human flesh.He frowned, covered his mouth and nose with one hand, squatted down, and picked up a strangely shaped silver dart.

This shape is definitely not from Huaxu Zhongyuan, and Yinfeng has not seen the human world for 1000 years, so I can't remember where it came from for a while.

"Panyang people." Zhou Zirong said in a timely manner. From the time of the fight, he noticed that these people's sword skills should be from Panyang.But what he can't figure out is that since the war with Panyang, Huaxu's port has not even accepted Panyang merchant ships. How did these people come in?

Smuggling?Or has it been hiding in Huaxu for a long time?

Before Yinfeng could speak again, there was a sound of footsteps getting closer and closer from the other end of the alley. The captain of the night patrol hurried over with dozens of guards belatedly, and saw Zhou Zirong standing in the distance. Under the moonlight, and the whole alley smelled of blood and scorching, his face turned pale with fright.

"General!" The captain ran over in a hurry, his legs turned like a top, and when he ran close and saw the man in black behind him, he stopped in fright and took a big step, almost coming All five body cast down, "General..."

Zhou Zirong glanced at Yinfeng, and said lightly: "It's nothing, my own."

Only then did the captain heave a sigh of relief, but when he thought of his negligence, he felt guilty for a while, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and quickly knelt down on one knee on the ground without raising his head: "This subordinate has dereliction of duty."

"Forget it, get up," Zhou Zirong sighed, "Clean up here, and bring the body back for a proper examination."

The captain didn't dare to say anything more, he just nodded in response: "Yes."

So Zhou Zirong stopped meddling, and planned to go back first, and talk about the rest tomorrow, then turned to Yinfeng and said: "Master Yinfeng has had a hard journey, why not go to the house to rest."

Yinfeng was still looking at the various Panyang hidden weapons picked up from the ground, and was suddenly brought back to his senses by Zhou Zirong. He was slightly taken aback, and then he suddenly reacted and nodded: "Oh...Okay, thank you, General, for your kindness...then ...Won't the general investigate where these people came from?"

Zhou Zirong raised his eyebrows, clicked his tongue secretly in his heart, and still had a polite smile on his face: "I can't find anything today, let's talk about it tomorrow morning."

This kid, why is he still in a daze.

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