At the same time, two crossbow arrows suddenly shot out from another room, shooting through the body of a spy in the Blood Clothing Hall.
The rest of the people immediately reacted, and two crossbow-holding spies shot volleys, piercing the walls of the room one by one.
After the arrows shot in the crossbow, silence was restored here.
Yuan Sheng walked out with the body of a killer in Tushenglou. A wound was cut from his face, and blood was flowing.
He threw the body in his hand into the yard with a expressionless face, and then stared at the three rooms.
The door is closed.
The enemy is in the dark and they are in the bright, which is the situation that Yuan Sheng is most reluctant to see.
That means they want to abandon all the skills and advantages of killers and fight head-on like ordinary warriors.
There is no way to tell who is the prey of the two sides and who is the hunter.
Two spies who had investigated the teahouse returned to the team and saw that only two of them had returned. Yuan Sheng knew what had happened.
In less than a quarter of an hour, three people had died.
He waved his hand, and the seven spies split the three teams and slowly pressed on.
A pair of cold eyes stared at the Blood-Clothing Spy outside the house through the window paper. He stuffed a piece of incense into his mouth, and then took out a broken crossbow.
He counted a few in his mind and considered the opportunity to do it.
one two three!
He gently pressed his index finger, and the crossbow arrow pierced the window paper and shot directly into the face of a spy in the Blood-Clothing Hall.
But it was not just him, but the killers in the other two rooms also took action at the same time.
The killer of the Tusheng Building in the three rooms pulled the trigger at the same time.
The spies had long anticipated this, and the actions that had been previewed countless times in their hearts had already become their instinct to face danger. The spies dodge or draw swords to cut off arrows, but the attacks of the killers of the Tushenglou did not work.
The short crossbows configured by the killers of Tusheng Tower can only fire five crossbow arrows in a row, which is inferior to the seven crossbow arrows in the Bloody Clothes Hall. Taking advantage of the gap between changing arrows, the spies suddenly accelerated their speed.
One person jumped onto the roof, kicked a big hole, and threw the incense in it.
But before he could take out the incense, the roof was suddenly broken open. A big man with a tiger back and a bear-back grabbed the spy's ankle and said that he pulled it into the room.
A spy wailed, and then there was no sound.
The door shattered, and the man rushed out, holding a huge black stick in his hand. The front part of the black stick was stained with yellow and white brains.
The big man's eyes were red, and red blisters appeared on his face. The spy might have been frightened when he pulled into the room by him, and he took out the incense he should have turned into poison.
Before he died, the spy made the last effort to throw what he thought was to the big man's face.
At this moment, the poisoned man roared like a crazy wild dog. He kept grabbing his face with one hand, slashing his face with blood and stinking it. The other hand waved the black stick randomly. This was an excellent flaw, but no spies around him stepped forward.
The man was extremely powerful, and the black stick waving in the air made a burst sound. It is not difficult to imagine what would happen if a person was beaten by that stick.
Yuan Sheng had a calm face and stepped forward.
Although Tusheng Building is small in Chang'an, everyone is good at it. In terms of personal strength, only the people present can compete with this great man.
But others would not give him this opportunity. The door of another room opened and the killer of Tusheng Building rushed out so directly.
In his hand, he was holding a spear.
The spear reached everyone in the blink of an eye. A spear in the Blood Clothing Hall was about to come forward, but the killer in Tushenglou was too fast. He bypassed the short sword and inserted the spear straight into the spear's shoulder.
He rotated his wrist and cut off the spy's arm directly. Then he moved around and took several spies from the Blood Clothing Hall in front of him.
The spear was unpredictable, with cold stars dotted, and water could not be poured in. Silver lights could not be defeated by arrows and stones. The thorns were slammed, blocked, and rushed to dance flowers. For a moment, the spies in the Blood Clothing Hall could not resist and retreated one after another.
If this continues, it is only a matter of time before they die under this terrifying spear.
The two killers have appeared, and the third one can't hold it anymore.
He kicked open the door and walked out in a swagger.
But he didn't hold it like that person
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The spear was launched instead of a small car.
When Yuan Sheng saw the car, his heart almost felt cold.
There are crossbows on the chariot to destroy cities and villages, and they are invincible.
That's a crossbow!
Although this is not a crossbow cart that is several feet tall, even a cart-sized crossbow is enough to kill everyone present.
No one present can resist such a battlefield killer!
The last killer sneered and pulled the crossbow string away, aiming the crossbow arrow as thick as his forearm at a spy.
"Does go!"
Yuan Sheng didn't care about dealing with the killer holding the black stick that was about to be killed by him, and hurriedly pulled out and rushed towards the crossbow.
But almost at the same time, the killer holding a spear also left his opponent and stopped Yuan Sheng.
The crossbow string blew and flew out slowly.
Faced with such a powerful killing weapon to attack cities and villages, it was hard to reach human power. The lingering sound of the crossbow strings had not yet dissipated, and the energy had already penetrated a spy's body and turned him into a pool of minced meat.
The killer started to step on the second string slowly, and his calm and gentle look completely angered the spies.
There were still four people who had the strength to fight again. At this moment, one of them restrained the crazy man, and the three of them rushed forward in a double-teamed manner.
The crossbow is too bulky and can only kill one person at a time. Facing three people, he seems to be dying.
But a slight smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the killer's mouth.
When the spy closest to him stood in front of the crossbow without fear of death, the killer loosened the crossbow as he wished.
The spy flew backwards, and at the cost of his life, he exchanged the opportunity of his two companions.
Two spies rushed to the door in a terrible way, and the killer calmly blocked the car and blocked it in front of the door.
One of them stepped on the crossbow and first stepped on the crossbow string. Seeing the killer unarmed and was about to stab him to death with a knife, the killer suddenly opened his mouth and sprayed a wisp of smoke from his mouth.
The spy's eyes gradually became blurred, and the short knife in his hand was quickly snatched by the killer and stabbed into his heart.
The severe pain stimulated the spy's spirit, and he woke up instantly.
The chill spreading all over his body told him that he would be facing something called death soon, but the spy didn't want to die so cowardly.
The spy who died had used his life to open a way for the two of them, and now he is going to die too, so what should he do is clear at a glance.
He rushed forward suddenly, and the short sword completely penetrated his body. The spy used his last strength to hug the killer.
His companion, who was one step slower, stepped on his back and stepped on the ground. Then he stabbed the dead spy with a crossbow arrow and the killer's chest.
The killer coughed out two mouthfuls of blood and stared at the spy standing silently in the blood-clothed hall. The corners of his mouth were curved, and he wanted to laugh.
The spy stepped on his face and completely ended his life.
Three people surrounded and killed one, but he pulled them down to cull the back.
For this killer, it's worth it...
The spy sighed secretly. As an opponent, he had to admire such a person and a killer.
Outside the house, the battle between Yuan Sheng and the Spear Killer is still in progress.
The ending is actually clear, and Yuan Sheng will win without any surprises.
The big man was dead. The Blood-Clothing Spy who was responsible for restraining him happened to be a good hidden weapon. Two flying knives were inserted into his eyes, and then a fairy rope was put on his neck. The spy jumped onto the roof and hung the big man into the air and strangled him to death.
There are only one of the three killers left, but there are still four people in the Blood Clothing Hall.
The spear killer had two crossbow arrows on his back, and with countless silver needle hidden weapons, he was already at the end of his life.
Yuan Sheng was not feeling well. The man on the other side was one point higher than him. The steel gun was as if he was alive, and could always drill out in places he unexpectedly and then make a hole in him.
His two tiger mouths had been shattered, and the blood made the hilt extremely slippery, so Yuan Sheng could hardly hold the knife.
The killer suddenly roared loudly, staring at Yuan Sheng with red eyes, but his body did not take any action.
Yuan Sheng knew that his internal strength had been exhausted. After watching for a while, Yuan Sheng suddenly realized something and shouted "Not good!"
By the time he rushed over, it was already too late, and the killer was dark and dead.
Yuan Sheng hugged his body blankly
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Suddenly, my palm felt a little burning, and I hurriedly put the body on the ground, lowered my head to check, and saw that my hands were red and itchy.
This man committed suicide by taking poison, and his body was destroyed by him.
Yuan Sheng hurriedly took a detoxification pill to suppress the poison in his palm and the shock in his heart.
Only one of the six killers in Tusheng Building died at their hands without taking away the lives of the spy in the Bloody Clothing Hall. The other five were all worth it.
Even this person, while taking poison, committed suicide, he also wanted to pull someone to take the back after his death!
Yuan Sheng didn't expect that the killer of Tu Shenglou would be so terrifying!
All along, the glorious pride in his heart about the Blood Clothing Hall seemed to be broken.
He blew a whistle, and a moment later, three spies who were in charge of guarding outside rushed out of the teahouse.
Looking at the corpses all over the ground, they were not surprised. Yuan Sheng clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "There is another one, search for me!"
The goal was the last house, surrounded by spies, and Yuan Sheng kicked open the door first.
After a while, he walked out in shock.
There is no one inside.
Only the bed with the rest of the warmth told him that there was someone here not long ago, but now, the person has disappeared.
Looking at the corpses all over the yard, he suddenly became confused.
The master of the hall was still waiting outside, but he became like this, and the most important Tang Feng disappeared.
He sat blankly on the steps, at a loss.
A spy who rushed over from outside the teahouse leaned over and whispered: "Brother Yuan, the master of the hall has given instructions. If you can't find Tang Feng, you will collect the body and leave."
"Why?" Yuan Sheng looked at him with turbid eyes and asked in confusion.
"How could the subordinates know that the master of the hall has a long-term vision."
"……good."
Yuan Sheng stood up with difficulty, walked to the dead spear killer, and looked down at him:
"He's good."
He looked around the courtyard covered with corpses, and looked at the man hanging in the air, the brother of the blood-clothed cousin who had been cut off his arms and bleeding, and the two men who were nailed to the ground by a crossbow...
"They are all good."
Yuan Sheng picked up the spear killer whose body was already festered, held up the brothers in the Bloody Hall with his other hand, and slowly walked out with the two of them.
The remaining spy in the Blood Clothes Hall silently packed up the body, wrapped the minced meat carefully, and washed the blood on the ground with water. At first glance, it looked like nothing had happened.
They came quietly and left quietly.
The moon in autumn in Chang'an witnessed all this. Perhaps it is precisely because of witnessing this scene that the moon tonight is so bright.
There are no one in the tea garden and behind the teahouse.
After a while, the man went to the steps in front of the empty house and suddenly jumped.
Just where Yuan Sheng sat, the steps were lifted up and a embarrassed figure emerged from it.
That's Tang Feng.
The moment the bell rang, Tang Feng woke up from his sleep. He was seriously injured and could not fight against the enemy like a few others.
He can only hide.
There was a secret passage under the beds of these four rooms. Tang Feng dragged his seriously injured body into it. He dared to leave with confidence after everything was settled.
He looked at the empty yard and hid under the steps, and clearly heard what was happening outside, but Tang Feng was not very sad.
When they embark on the path of killers, they clearly know their destiny, either dying at the hands of others or dying at the hands of their own people.
Why be sad if you die vigorously?
Tang Feng left and walked out. Tu Sheng Building also had a stronghold in Chang'an, which was where his junior sister was responsible.
Tang Feng didn't know if there was any leak, but he still had to go and check it out. He could no longer put his junior sister in danger.
Find your junior sister and leave Chang'an early tomorrow morning! This is Tang Feng's only plan.
But just as he moved his footsteps, the sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out, and a long sword flew over and penetrated to his feet.
Tang Feng frowned and looked at the long sword that was buzzing continuously, and looked forward.
Under the full moon and above the roof, a man in black was holding a sword, staring at him indifferently.