Proudly follow your heart

The scimitar was like a moon, arousing blood flying all over the sky, like a bloody wind falling in an uproar before everyone's eyes.

Not only how many people raised their heads, how many people saw the startling knife, and how many people saw the red mist under the light of the knife.

Nangong Cang Ao is one of the best masters. If he wants to kill someone, there is no reason for that person to die. What's more, Huang Mu is capable, and he is only a pampered royal family. He can't walk the world like Nangong Cang Ao. comparative.

The blade separated the flesh and blood, as if he could hear the sound of the human body being torn apart. Huang Mu widened his eyes in fear, watching his body being torn apart under the light of the blade. He opened his mouth wide, but did not hear his own words. any noise.

He was powerless to resist? !This was Huang Mu's last thought.

The head flew high, and under the moonlight, Huang Mu's ferocious face was like a grimace.

What would a person look like when he was split open, and how painful was he at that moment?No one wants to feel the same way.

Everyone couldn't help covering their ears, maybe they would never forget this long and terrifying cry in this lifetime, and they would never forget Nangong Cangao's knife in the night.

This knife turned Huang Mu into a corpse, and also made Huang Mu's soldiers of the Xia Kingdom turn pale with fright.

The man in black was holding a knife in his hand. The blade had not yet been sheathed, and the blade was whitish, emitting bursts of reddish light. No one dared to tell whether it was the light of the knife or the light of blood.

A smile appeared on Nangong Cang Ao's cold face in the night. The night wind blew up the blood mist and brought up his blood-stained clothes. He looked around, and in just a moment, all the sounds disappeared. He was satisfied with the frightened or timid gazes of the crowd.

Killing one person has a deterrent effect, this Huang Mu didn't kill in vain.

Seeing such a smile, how could anyone dare to fight him, how could anyone dare to kill him?

Nangong Cangao once thought in his heart for a moment that there is a blood relationship between Huang Mu and Jun Zhanran. Although Jun Zhanran seems to have hatred for these relatives, does he really hate them as he said?Has he really never cared or cared at all?

In a blink of an eye, his blade was raised, the red light fell, and the blood rained suddenly. In the blink of an eye, Huang Mu became a corpse.

In the end, the killing intent in his heart prevailed.

"Huang Mu is dead, who of you will follow in his footsteps?" Nangong Cang Ao asked lightly, throwing away the blood on the sun-shielding knife, and the answer was not a human voice, but retreating steps.

The master is dead, what else can he do here?Do you have to die too?Nangong Cang Ao was once a hero in the hearts of the soldiers of the Xia Kingdom. Even now, he still has the power he had back then, not to mention his sword just now.

The king's heart is gone, no matter how many people there are, it won't do anything.

Without even looking at Xia Jun, Nangong Cang Ao turned around and left. Behind him, the Ye Xiaos sheathed their weapons and followed him out of the chaotic Xia Jun camp.

Behind them, sparks were crackling on the torch, illuminating the corpse on the ground whose real face could no longer be discerned. Looking at the figure of Yingxiaomeng and his party going away, Xia Guo soldiers could not help but hold their knives, But in the end no one moved.

This was something that had never happened before. There was a huge difference in the number of people on both sides, but no one dared to make a move. Seeing Nangong Cangao leading people away like this.

At this moment, what the Xia people thought was, since His Royal Highness the Second Prince is dead, is the dispute between the crown princes considered to have come to an end?

"Which direction are they going?!" Nangong Cangao left the barracks, his face no longer calm, he asked Jun Zhanran and Yinjiu and his party, Ye Xiao hurriedly walked, "Master, is that direction !"

"Let's go!" Get on the horse and run wildly, Nangong Cangao is very anxious, Jun Zhanran's current situation is not good, if there is an accident...

The night owls behind him felt a chill coming from the front, and they were swept into their limbs together with the night wind, and they shuddered all over. They couldn't help silently hoping that nothing would happen to Lord Jun.

The night was dark, but the death did not stop.

The blood splashed on Jun Zhanran's face, and it felt warm. This was not the first time he felt the temperature of blood.

It used to be your own, but now it's someone else's.

A night owl fell in front of him, with several arrows in his body. Just now, this night owl laughed and said that they were used to stealing things, but now, he died trying to block the arrows for him.

"Lord Jun!" Seeing him not moving, Yin Jiu yelled loudly, "Go!"

"Where are you going?" Jun Zhanran still didn't move, he seemed to have lost his expression, his face was indifferent, "Everyone here is Huangmu's people, they want my life, they have fallen into a trap, I Where else can I go?"

"Fatty, he died to protect Lord Jun. Did Lord Jun want him to die in vain?!" The thin young man behind Yinjiu looked sad and angry, but turned to look at his man but smiled.

Jun Zhanran actually laughed, "You think I want him to die? You are all members of the Cangjiao, and your lives are in my hands. I should have paid him back a lot..."

He didn't go on, that smile was a little scary, he hated Huang Mu for setting such a terrible trap, and he hated himself for not discovering it earlier.

Jun Zhanran didn't know that Huang Mu was decapitated at this moment, he only knew that they were besieged in this town, even if they took shelter in this private house temporarily, there was no guarantee that they would be able to hide for a long time.

People come and go outside, people are noisy, Huangmu's people are searching all the buildings one by one, not long ago, they were surrounded, if it weren't for the night owls killing their way out, maybe now Like the night owl on the ground, he had already been killed by an arrow.

Many people were injured, and some people got separated in the chaos, and they didn't know where to hide. He brought only dozens of people, and after a while, less than half of them were still in sight.

Gritting his teeth, his indifferent expression became extraordinarily gloomy, Xiao Hu saw the blood on his face, took out the veil, "Master, there is blood on your face..."

Jun Zhanran didn't take the veil, let alone wipe off the blood on his face. He looked out through the window lattice beside him, and the light from the torch came in through the window, illuminating the blood-stained side of his face.

This handsome and indifferent face suddenly had a magical smell, revealing a bit of mystery.

He still remembered the moment when a sharp arrow flew towards him, and he heard the sound of piercing through the air, but the meridian in his hand was damaged and he was powerless to resist, but that night owl stood behind him at some point, dodged in front of him, and was instantly caught by the arrow. The arrow penetrates.

Death always comes suddenly, and no one can predict it.

He couldn't let Nangong Cang Ao's people die in vain.

"Where is the backside of this private house, does anyone know?" He asked suddenly, the question was still so strange, the others looked at each other in blank dismay.

"The place where the hostages are held should not be nearby..." Surrounded by the Xia army, they hid here, and the place where the hostages were held was the most Xia army, so naturally they would not go there.

Xiao Hu's answer was not what Jun Zhanran wanted. The night owls divided into several directions to observe the surroundings silently, not to report the situation outside. Someone suddenly saw a plaque, "There is a medicine shop over there!"

Everyone's eyes lit up, and Xiao Hu was overjoyed when he heard the words, "Could it be that this is why the landlord asked us to hide here just now?!"

"No matter how generous Huang Mu is, it is impossible to build such a town here in a short period of time. This place was just occupied by them. No matter where the original people went, judging from the layout outside this place, there should be Everything has..."

Looking back, Jun Zhanran's mysterious smile became clearer. On his side face, the few drops of blood were still not wiped off, and under the dark red color, his expression when he said these words was as if charming.

Pharmacy, what better place than this?Everyone looked at Jun Zhanran's hands as a matter of course.

During a period of time, they often saw the power of the cloud-turning hand, but they never forgot that he also had a pair of soul-searching ghost hands.

In the town, the lights were magnificent, and the people coming and going were holding weapons and torches. It was extremely lively, as if they were celebrating a festival.

The leader of the Xia army can also be regarded as Huang Mu's confidant. Thinking of how much reward he will get if he takes down Jun Zhanran for His Highness the Second Prince this time, he naturally feels even more impatient.

"Lord Fan, we have searched all these places, but no one was found." His subordinates came to report, and this Lord Fan frowned, "Continue to search! This place has already been surrounded by our people, and they are still able to escape. where!"

"Yes!" His subordinates took the order to go, Master Fan nodded in satisfaction, looked up at the sky to count the time, no matter how you say it, they can be found out before dawn, if this thing can't be done well, He must be blamed by His Royal Highness the Second Prince.

"Are you looking for me?" Suddenly someone's voice rang out from a high place, Master Fan quickly raised his head, and saw a man in a long coat standing behind his hands on the beam behind him, his eyes seemed to have no emotions whatsoever. No.

The long clothes fluttered with the wind, and although Master Fan had never seen this man before, he knew at a glance that he must be Jun Zhanran!

"Come on! Shoot the arrow!" Without saying a word, he took a few steps back, pointed at his subordinates and shouted, "It's him!"

The man on the beam smiled strangely, above his head, a crescent moon hung, and the moonlight shone on his hands, which were a pair of hands known as "peerless".

Now there are scars on these hands, and the meridian is also injured, but this has not affected Jun Zhanran to make people understand again why he is called "Ghost Hand Wushuang".