Four people came with swords and arrived in an instant.

The sword was struck directly at the center of the army, towards Pei Yue's chest and abdomen. The blade was held flat, with the blade facing downwards, bringing out a unique killing atmosphere on the battlefield. The sword was wielded by a man in his thirties with thick eyebrows.

It is very stable, and the steel knife does not tremble at all during the high-speed thrust.

The knife slashed diagonally, aiming at Pei Yue's left shoulder. The blade cut through the air and cut through the dense night. The whining sound made the teeth sore. This was a very young man, and such an elegant knife style was in his hand.

But it became very heavy. However, although the elegance is beautiful, it is not suitable for killing. Only heavyness can kill people happily. If this knife hits the right spot, Pei Yue will be split in half diagonally.

He cut Pei Yue in half with a knife from the waist, trying to cut Pei Yue into two pieces. The knife was extra long and the blade was extra wide, so the force of the knife became stronger. The force of the knife made Yu Yu escape in all directions. The man who wielded the knife had a long scar between his eyebrows.

At this moment, he was holding the knife in both hands, and powerful force was transmitted from his waist and abdomen to his arms. An astonishing murderous intention accompanied the knife. It seemed that he was not only cutting people, but also the night.

There was no trace of the knife, and it appeared in the night like a poisonous snake. This was a short man. He fell to the ground the moment it started. He relied on his feet to push forward quickly. He swung the long knife away from the muddy water on the ground and chopped it.

To Pei Yue's legs.

Four people, but it seems like tens of millions of people

Four knives are like thousands of knives.

The knife was like a net, trapping Pei Yue tightly. No matter which direction he moved, there was a steel knife waiting for him.

At the critical moment, Pei Yue looked solemn, and instantly entered a state of selflessness, and the surrounding scene seemed to suddenly slow down.

His right foot suddenly kicked the ground, splashing a circle of muddy water, and then his body suddenly rose up. At this moment, the long knife under his feet had arrived, and the murderous intention was close to his legs. Before he could escape, he stepped on with his left foot,

Stepping firmly on the tip of the knife, the short man then

He couldn't move forward at all. Then his right knee was lifted up and bounced on the knife in the middle like a pendulum. The blade seemed to be motionless. Only the man with thick eyebrows holding the knife knew that at that moment the steel knife had trembled countless times and almost stopped.

It fell from his hand.

The steel knife that could not be seen clearly but was still trembling swung to the right and hit the long knife that was cutting at the waist. The blades met and then rubbed together, causing a bright spark and a sharp sound.

In the blink of an eye, the attack of the three swords was wasted, but there was still one sword, which was slashing diagonally to cut Pei Yue in half.

Facing the knife hanging from the antelope's horns from top to bottom, Pei Yue stretched out his left hand at the last moment.

This heavy knife was grabbed by him. Even though it cut a deep mark on his palm, he could no longer move it. The young man realized that the blade of the knife was really heavy at this time, so heavy that he could hardly hold it.

move.

Pei Yue shouted angrily in a deep voice, waving the steel knife in his right hand, and slashed forward with the force of the mountain!

The fierce and violent inner energy spurted out, and the blade opened a deep gash from the opponent's right shoulder to the left abdomen, and the clothes and flesh were turned out. The young man did not even say a word, and was directly hit by Pei Yue's knife.

He was slashed away, then fell to the ground dead, lying in the turbid muddy water.

At the same time, the other three people had to abandon their swords at the same time.

Pei Yue landed on the ground and leaned closer. The steel knife stabbed forward, directly piercing the chest of the oncoming man with thick eyebrows. Pei Yue pushed his body forward five steps, and clenched his bleeding left hand into a fist, holding back.

Severe pain, a punch hit the lower abdomen of the man with the scar on the left side.

"die!"

Pei Yue's beard and hair were spread out, with a wild momentum. While pushing the thick-browed man forward, he raised his right foot and swung his calf suddenly, like a shell from the previous life, hitting the man on the ground directly on the head.

Then he drew the knife, stood solemnly, and looked back.

All this happened in just a few seconds. Three of the four swordsmen died and one was injured. Only the man who was punched in the lower abdomen by Pei Yue survived by chance.

The rain was getting thicker, and a bolt of lightning split the night sky. Pei Yue's handsome face appeared in Fang Yunhu's eyes, and those murderous eyes made him stop subconsciously.

Rain lapped at the surrounding grass.

The strong murderous aura seemed to freeze time and space.

The painful groans of the only living swordsman broke the dead silence.

At this moment, all verbal contests were meaningless. Fang Yunhu glanced at the four swordsmen who fell on the ground, his eyes gradually turned red, and then his eyes were locked on Pei Yue, who was more than ten feet away, and he suddenly raised his head and let out a cry

Roaring, the autumn rain kept falling on his face.

"Kill him! Kill him for me!"

Fang Yunhu's roar was obscured by the rain curtain and could not penetrate the deep night sky, but it was enough for the subordinates behind to hear clearly, so they carried longbows on their backs and held weapons in their hands, and swarmed towards Pei Yue.

When he was at Xuelang Pavilion in Dingzhou, Gu Fan once knocked down dozens of people with one sword, and he was extremely elegant and unrestrained. Although he is much more mature now than before, his martial arts style still cannot be changed. Pei Yue is completely different from him.

He will never be able to be that willful in this life, because he is more accustomed to obtaining the maximum results at the minimum cost.

Perhaps this is the difference between idealism and pragmatism.

When the opponent rushed towards him like crazy, what Pei Yue was thinking about was not how to achieve the feat of one to one hundred. Instead, after completing the extremely domineering and heroic four kills, Pei Yue immediately turned around and ran away regardless of his appearance.

The night was getting brighter and darker, and there was a sudden storm. A figure was seen walking quickly through the wind and rain, followed by more than a hundred people chasing after him.

After a while, Pei Yue finally walked through the mountains and fields, but was forced into a desperate situation by those assassins who were almost desperate for his life.

This is the bank of Danxia Lake, which is out of the scope of Donglin.

In a gently sloping open space by the lake, Pei Yue's breathing was slightly rapid and he stood on the shore with a long knife on the ground.

The heavy rain pours on the lake, and the sound of tinkling sounds is like the music of the guzheng filled with murderous atmosphere.

Fang Yunhu's subordinates formed a semicircle, blocking Pei Yue inside. He walked through the crowd to the front, looked at Pei Yue who raised his hand to wipe the rain off his face, and said with a ferocious smile: "Kneel down and beg for mercy, I can leave you

A whole corpse."

Pei Yue raised the corners of his mouth, but his expression remained calm.

…

A group of men with different temperaments walked carefully through the rain. There were about twenty of them, and they looked more like a group of traveling businessmen. Some were potbellied, some looked old, and there was even a monk wearing a robe.

These people were originally hiding in the slums in the east of Jian'an City. They left the city from the north gate early this morning, then turned westward along Jinglingyuan, and finally sneaked into the East Forest from the north of Danxia Lake.

They basically didn't know each other, and at most they only knew two or three people around them, but everyone knew in their hearts that something earth-shattering was going to happen tonight.

That is to assassinate the first-class Zhongshan Hou of Daliang.

During the march, someone suddenly stopped, and everyone had to stop and turn to look at this laid-back man in his thirties.

Another old man in his fifties frowned and said, "Norio, what's wrong?"

Norixiong looked around, lowered his voice and asked, "Where is Lao Jiang?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, his eyes scanned the faces of everyone around him, his expression changed slightly and he asked, "When did he disappear?"

Norixiong shook his head and said nervously: "I just found out, do any of you know?"

Everyone shook their heads. Although everyone was working for the noble man, they all knew in their hearts that the swordsman like a farmer was the real master.

Someone then asked: "Could it be that Mr. Lan has another explanation for him?"

Norixiong thought of Lao Jiang's abnormality some time ago. He hesitated and finally dared not say it. He could only shake his head and said: "I don't know, maybe that's the case. Let's continue on our way, then?"

The old man thought for a while, nodded and said: "That's fine, the killing has been going on over there in the middle of the night, we have to seize the opportunity to get there, the opportunity is fleeting."

Everyone moved forward with their own thoughts in mind.

Standing on a big tree about 50 to 60 feet behind them, Lao Jiang held a sword in his arms and looked at the group of figures in the late night rainstorm with a calm expression and eyes as bright as a torch.
Chapter completed!