Zhui Feng knew that Qin Tian was joking with him when he said that he asked people to protect An Guo just to practice his skills.
Rationally speaking, he believed in Qin Tian and the people arranged by Qin Tian.
However, the matter was so important that he did not dare to be careless.
What if?
What if things get out of control and the old man really has bad intentions?
The more concerned you are, the more panic you get.
Now, Zhui Feng even regretted a little. He shouldn't have listened to Qin Tian's words and ran to the rocky beach to fight against the northwest mad sword.
Jiegou had no intention of confronting him. The purpose was just to hold him back.
At this moment, the mountain wind is cold and cold, and the stars and moon are irrelevant.
On Shenlong Mountain, Shenlong is watching. An inconspicuous quiet room, with a lamp like a bean, illuminating the world.
A white-haired old man and a long-haired Taoist priest were playing chess under the lamp.
Although he is old, his hearty laughter adds a bit of heroism to the dark world.
"Old man, with this move of yours, you are advancing alone, and your murderous intent is everywhere."
"This is going to bring a bloody disaster to the old Taoist."
"So, I can only say sorry. But people in the world are like a chessboard."
"I am also a chess piece on this chessboard."
"Don't worry. I will do it cleanly and try not to alert your pawns."
"General."
The old Taoist smiled: "Then I can only show off."
"As expected, he is a cunning old man!" An Guo laughed loudly.
The laughter spread out of the room and into the night sky outside.
When the five masked men in black heard the sound, their eyes revealed murderous intent.
They looked at each other, and one of them waved his hand.
Five people, under the cover of night, like five ghosts, holding sharp weapons, rushed towards the room.
They have determined that An Guo and Lao Dao are the only ones in the room.
The guards outside also went to the next room to drink tea and rest.
This is the best opportunity for assassination.
Just when they were about to rush in, there was a whoosh and a white light shot from a distance.
Accurately shot into the throat of the person in the middle.
He groaned, clutched his throat, and fell to the ground.
"Flying knife!"
"There's an ambush!"
The remaining four people were shocked and hurriedly formed a circle back to back, preparing to meet the enemy.
Amidst the sneers, a beautiful girl with a hot figure and a cold face walked out from the left, holding a seven-star sword with cold light in her hand.
On the right, a middle-aged man with a somewhat pale face but eyes like the god of death walked out.
The flying knife just now was issued by him.
"I can recognize you even if you cover your face."
"I didn't expect to meet here."
"The five ghosts of Jiangzuo, our old and new grudges can be settled tonight."
A cold voice came from behind.
Seeing this person, the four ghosts let out a low cry at the same time.
"Miao Dao, Ma Hongtao!"
"I didn't expect that you, who claimed to be a sword king, would also defect to Anguo and be willing to be a lackey!"
Ma Hongtao sneered and slowly drew his sword out of its sheath.
"For heartless people like you, living is a waste of air."
"Suffer death."
"Kill them!" The four ghosts roared and rushed forward.
They had suffered losses at Ma Hongtao's hands and knew how powerful he was, so the two of them dealt with Ma Hongtao.