Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

Just two days before Yan Qiaotian left Aotianmen, he felt that the time was ripe and he didn't have to wait any longer, and he didn't have time to wait any longer, so after nightfall, he put on his night clothes and came to this place again. The familiar Hall of Heroes.

Since it rained last time, the weather has become cooler and cooler. Yan Qiaotian thought that this summer might be over.

After coming to the Hall of Heroes, he hid in the dark corner of the roof, but his eyes looked around, not letting go of any suspicious places.

Perhaps it was still early, the Hall of Heroes was still quiet at this time, no one was passing by, even the insects that often chirped in summer, there was no life at this time, everything was as silent as death.

I don't know how long it took, but Yan Qiaotian noticed a figure walking out of the Hall of Heroes. Looking from the back, he looked very strange, but this person was tall and straight, and he looked like a strong man. A big person would never be so tall and straight, so I guess it shouldn't be black and white,

Since this person can't be black and white, it must be Sun Boliang. Yan Qiaotian stared at the man's back, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth. At that time, he no longer needed to hide his identity, even if the people from Aotianmen knew his identity, it didn't matter.

He had asked Zhou Xiaoyu to send a letter to Qiu Yunlong and the others two days ago, and the day he had set for the general attack was the day he left Aotianmen, so Yan Qiaotian felt a lot more relaxed at this time, holding it in his hand The Qingming sword also sent out the joy of victory in the dark.

On the other hand, Sun Boliang walked slowly around the Hall of Heroes. The Hall of Heroes at night was even more gloomy. The blackness that seemed to make one's heart palpitate during the day looked more like ferocious beasts after nightfall, as if they were about to kill all of them. Everyone seems to be devoured.

Yan Qiaotian didn't think too much, and immediately raised his sword and stabbed at Sun Boliang's back.

This sword, Yan Qiaotian, only used [-]% of his power, because this was not only an assassination but also a spying. He wanted to use the sword in his hand to find out how powerful this Sun Boliang was.

Sun Boliang obviously didn't expect that there would be a sneak attack on him from behind, so he jumped up and easily dodged Yan Qiaotian's sword, then quickly turned around and stared at Yan Qiao who was standing in the dark and couldn't see his face clearly. Tian said: "You did all these things in Fuchu?"

Yan Qiaotian didn't speak, he just smiled coldly.

Sun Boliang still yelled resolutely: "Hmph, you think you can escape today, I, Sun Boliang, don't have the name of ghosts for nothing."

The moonlight was not very good today, and this group of heroes was a bit gloomy, so it was just convenient for Yan Qiaotian to hide his figure.

Seeing that Yan Qiaotian still didn't speak, Sun Boliang pretended to look in front of the gate of Qunying Hall without any trace. At this time, he was already a little far away from the gate, but Yan Qiaotian was standing very close to the gate.

"Hmph, I took your life today, and I'm taking revenge for everyone." After finishing speaking, Sun Boliang took out his own knife from behind, held it up in front of him, and said, "Huh, let me die."

Yan Qiaotian stood in the dark, looking at Sun Boliang who was coming towards him, with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, he put away the Qingming sword in his hand, thinking that the opponent should be a martial arts master, but when he saw the opponent's attack Only then did Yan Qiao realize that she really overestimated him.

Yan Qiao Tianfei stood in front of him, his palms possessed [-]% of his skill, this time he wanted to solve it as soon as possible, so as to save night and dream.

Although Sun Boliang was holding a big knife, in front of the unarmed Yan Qiaotian, he had no choice but to be exhausted.

Yan Qiaotian's palm spread in all directions, making Wu Fuqian completely unable to resist, while panting to deal with it, he said intermittently: "Damn...is it... that brat Yan Qiaotian sent here? "

"Sun Boliang, you talk too much." Yan Qiaotian smiled coldly, and the strength in her hand involuntarily increased a bit.

In a short while, Sun Boliang's body was covered with scars, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and his body was also injured by his big knife. On the other hand, Yan Qiaotian had no scars on his body, and even his breathing was stable. Heart trembling.

Yan Qiaotian believed that Sun Boliang's life was safe in this battle, but when his last palm was about to approach Sun Boliang, someone cut it off from the middle.

This person was wearing a gray robe, which made him stand out even more in the night. Yan Qiaotian withdrew his palm and stood in a dark corner, looking at the person slowly falling beside Sun Boliang, he couldn't help being surprised. .

That person was the worry-free person that Yan Qiaotian saw in Fuji Temple back then—Cui Liang.In addition, two people dressed in black and white clothes rushed from the door. Obviously, these two people should be black and white.

The two looked about eighty or ninety years old, but their eyes seemed to be very vicious. One of them stared at Yan Qiaotian, who couldn't see his face clearly, and said, "I think you are that kid Yan Qiaotian, right? I'll just say Yan Qiaotian." Heaven will never abduct the wife of the master of Aotianmen, but that old man Wu Qiong just doesn't believe it, alas..."

"I don't think now is the time to argue about this matter. When we capture him alive, are we afraid that we won't know his identity?" Wuyou said coldly.

"Oh, if it's really that kid, we might not be his opponent even if we join forces." The man in black said.

"Then add me." Wu Qiong's voice came coldly from the Hall of Heroes.

Standing in the darkness, Yan Qiaotian looked at the rapidly changing situation, and he didn't feel too much ups and downs in his heart, but when he thought of tonight's miscalculation, he was somewhat disheartened.

"Hmph, no matter who you are, you are finished tonight." After Wuyou finished speaking, before Wu Qiong walked out of the room, he stomped on the ground and flew towards Yan Qiaotian.

The black and white Shuangsha on the side shirked each other: "You go, you are the one who goes to test the situation every time?"

"This time is different. If he is really Yan Qiaotian, then I will die. You should go."

"Then I'm dead if I go?"

When Wu Qiong walked out of the room, his face was gloomy. He stared at the black and white Shuangsha and said: "Seniors, since you have received the money, you should work hard, shouldn't you?"

"Hmph, my life is so valuable, you want me to sacrifice my life for that little money? Are you dreaming?" Black and White Shuangsha sarcastically said.

"Then add double the money, senior, are you willing to step forward to help?" Wu Qiong looked at Wuyou who was entangled with Yan Qiaotian, and said.

"That's it."

"What are you thinking, let's go up together, even if he is Yan Qiaotian, with so many of us, are we still afraid of him?" Black and white Shuangsha were obviously motivated by money, and after they finished speaking, they also joined the worry-free group. in the battle line.

A happy smile appeared on the corner of Wu Qiong's mouth, and then he also joined the battle line.

Yan Qiaotian felt that the danger pressing on him was getting stronger and stronger, and just now when the black and white Shuangsha joined, Wuyou had already slapped him heavily on the back. Therefore, Yan Qiaotian only felt the qi and blood surging in his heart, but it didn't hurt his meridians. He thought that he couldn't go on like this, otherwise he might be captured alive by Wuyou and the others, and he would definitely become a threat at that time. Qiu Yunlong hindered their plan, so he must not be caught.

Thinking of this, Yan Qiaotian gathered a lot of skill, while dealing with the attacks of these people, while looking for the best chance to escape.