Uncrowned Evil Emperor

On the night of the full moon, two figures ran fast against the surface of the lake. After half a stick of incense, they jumped into the woods on the bank of the canal...

Mu Qianjun held Feng Jueyu in one hand and walked on the lake as if walking on the ground, allowing him to experience the peerless lightness kung fu of stepping on the water without a trace...

Feng Jueyu had long seen that Mu Qianjun's skills were not inferior, but he still didn't expect that he was so much stronger than himself. Let alone Mu Qianjun's body was comparable to that of Bodhidharma's crossing the river with a reed. When the woods along the lake climbed to the top of Lianlang Mountain with Feng Jueyu, the faint blue light on his body showed the problem even more.

This guy is actually a master of the Heavenly Martial Realm, although the blue light is slightly dim, showing his elementary level, he is also a master of the Heavenly Martial Realm after all.This girl is really not an ordinary person.

Along the way, Feng Jueyu was held in Mu Qianjun's hand like a chick, feeling the cold wind blowing across the lake, he couldn't help but secretly stunned, this fellow was only in his early 20s and in his early 30s, he had actually reached martial arts seven The sixth realm in the realm is really strong enough.

Flying to the top, Mu Qianjun didn't speak, he looked around for a relatively secluded place and stopped, settled Feng Jueyu, and said: "Brother, you wait here for a while, after Mu has cleaned up the enemy , and send you away..."

Feng Jueyu looked around, then nodded slightly: "It's a dark night and a high wind kills people, it's a good place for a duel..."

"Good vision." Mu Qianjun smiled, his expression was not tense and restrained like the eve of the battle, but faintly excited and excited. I think this guy is also a brave and ruthless master, no matter how big the scene is. Been through it many times.

Mu Qianjun pointed to Lianlang and Wu and said: "This is the place where the water of the canal must pass from the upper reaches to Xilin. On the other side of the mountain, behind us, there is another diversion, which is the main flow of Tiannan. The river course, the cargo ships of the merchants, and the warships of the military department must go upstream there and turn to the west. If this is not Tiannan, but a barren land, in the book of war, this is the place that the military will fight for. Set up an ambush, you should be ready to do something."

Feng Jueyu also noticed that there are two mountains in between, the terrain is dangerous, and the other tributary of the river is blocked by no mountains, the terrain is inclined, and the upstream water is extremely turbulent. If you go westward and branch off at this place, no matter how big a boat is, it will be difficult to move. , no matter what is carried on the ship, as long as someone sets up an ambush, no matter how many defenses there are, there is a great chance of being breached.

Feng Jueyu nodded repeatedly, and asked, "Brother Mu, you really know how to choose a place."

Mu Qianjun shook his head with a smile and said: "This statement is wrong, I didn't choose the place, and I can't help it..."

It wasn't you who chose it, it was your opponent who chose it, Feng Jueyu nodded secretly, and hid in the grass without making a sound, watching the stars and the moon.

As the evil emperor and the king of killers, Feng Jueyu knew that this was a critical moment for Mu Qianjun. In the midst of a great battle, a master needs to adjust his mentality to the best level in order to be the best. exert their own strength.

He didn't want to disturb Mu Qianjun, so he chose to remain silent.

Mu Qianjun glanced at Feng Jueyu with understanding, nodded silently, and in an instant, his tired and lazy posture disappeared completely, replaced by a mighty and iron-blooded majesty.

Like a javelin, Mu Qianjun is full of blood, with flying long hair and a tall and straight figure, as if he has merged with the heaven and the earth.

The sound of gushing water from the canal came from Lianlangjue Peak, as if thousands of troops were galloping on the battlefield, and Mu Qianjun was the iron-blooded general and the vanguard on this battlefield, unrivaled.

At this moment, the sound of "whoosh" piercing the air was heard from the grass not far away. Feng Jueyu turned his head slightly, and saw more than fifty people suddenly appeared behind him.

These people are all fierce and energetic, and they rushed over from all directions, stepping at a rhythmic and almost unanimous pace,

Their breathing was steady, and they galloped on the strong grass without leaving any traces, just like a gust of wind swept by, extremely fast...

Feng Jueyu had discovered the hiding place of these 50 people a long time ago, but he just pretended not to know, but after using his powerful insight and sensory ability to distinguish, he actually found the same thick and incomparable blood on them as Mu Qianjun .

Unlike killers, their blood is full of masculinity and domineering, which makes people shudder. No need to ask, these people must have been brought by Mu Qianjun, and they are all from the army, real iron-blooded soldiers.

50 people quickly stood behind Mu Qianjun, like monuments that could not be destroyed by wind and rain, standing upright...

After a while of calm, Mu Qianjun said: "All the officers and men listen to the order and lay ambush five miles away from the Tiannan Tributary Canal. If any suspicious person is found, they will be killed without mercy. Make sure that the Shangguan family's cargo ship travels [-] miles retrograde without any mistakes. ..."

"Yes……"

There was only one person who responded, but it seemed to reach everyone's heart. They didn't have any expressions, and disappeared without a trace like ghosts.

The last one to go was the one standing in the front. He was holding a thick and long weapon wrapped in coarse cloth. It looked like a spear or a gun. He raised his hands respectfully and handed it to Mu Qianjun. , and then the last to leave.

Hearing Mu Qianjun's order, Feng Jueyu's heart was shocked, to ensure that the Shangguan's cargo ship is safe?Are they here to pick up the goods?What kind of cargo needs a group of iron soldiers to come and escort it?

Mu family?This young master has heard that the number one military god of the Tiannan Empire is surnamed Mu, the empire's Marquis Zhenyuan, General Hussars, Mu Zhonghun.The resounding Tiannan No.1 General.

Mu Qianjun, could it be that he is from the Mu family?

Shocked, Feng Jueyu had almost confirmed the identity of Mu Qianjun. If it wasn't for Tiejun of the Mu family and Erlang of the Mu family, how could he have trained such elite soldiers? Mu Qianjun, the Mu family, didn't run away.

At the same time, Feng Jueyu even more connected Xiao Yuanshan's discovery with what happened tonight. The Shangguan Mansion has a batch of important goods to be shipped out, and they will leave tonight. Someone actually ran back to Tiannan. If these two incidents were not related, even Killer Feng would not believe it.

"It seems that this is a restless night." Feng Jueyu's pupils shrank.

At this moment, a strange figure was refracted under the bright silver moon in the distant sky, and it quickly landed on the top of Wupan Mountain.

The same as Mu Qianjun, Feng Jueyu smelled a rush of blood at the moment that person appeared, but this person's blood was different, completely opposite to Mu Qianjun's masculine and domineering blood, this person was bloody It is extraordinarily cold and evil.

If Mu Qianjun is a tiger, then he is a poisonous snake,

If Mu Qianjun is a javelin, he is a cold arrow,

Feng Jueyu couldn't be more familiar with this smell. The person who came was not an iron-blooded soldier, but an out-and-out colleague, a typical killer...

This was the first fellow Feng Jueyu saw in Taixuan Continent, and it was the first time he met a peer with good strength.

An assassin who can fight with Mu Qianjun must have a high level of cultivation. Feng Jueyu pursed his lips unconsciously. He wanted to see how far the assassins in Taixuan Continent were compared with him.

As an assassin, Feng Jueyu is proficient in all the methods that can be used to assassinate and make the mission successful, and he can almost turn every subject into art.

Killing is an art, and it is not like a wild beast that only shows its ferocious fangs. It includes an understanding of everything in the world, and it is so detailed that you can use everything around you to help you complete the task of killing.

Even a blade of grass on the ground can be useful...

"Mu Qianjun." The killer on the opposite side was the first to speak out, his tone was feminine, with an aura that only poisonous snakes could exude.

Undoubtedly, this kind of person is indeed suitable to be a killer, because he does not have any emotions related to human beings, but precisely because of this, he will never be a peak killer, let alone the king of killers.

Sitting in the grass, Feng Jueyu adjusted his breath to the lowest point. Although the magical art of impermanence of life and death he cultivated was running in his body, this skill was different from the skills on the Taixuan Continent. Orange, blue and green are not suitable for the magic of impermanence of life and death at all.

Coupled with Feng Jueyu's more than [-] years of experience as a killer king, as long as he doesn't want to, few people will find out his existence, even Mu Qianjun and that feminine man.

Feeling the poisonous snake-like temperament of the feminine man, and the contempt emanating from his tone, Feng Jueyu knew that although this man was a killer, he was by no means a master of killers.

A real killer will not underestimate any opponent, even if there is a world of difference between the two, as a killer, he must use the simplest, fastest and most labor-saving way to kill his opponent like a lion jumping at a rabbit. This is the most basic essence of a killer.

But the person opposite completely ignored this most important point.

So, he can't...

Rational analysis allowed Feng Jueyu to assert this person's ability, but at the same time, he would not ignore the foundation of a killer in this world, which is the realm of martial arts.

Perhaps they are arrogant because they have a unique skill, which is fundamentally different from the environment they lived in in their previous lives.

So for the time being, Feng Jueyu is still not sure who is stronger and who is weaker between him and Mu Qianjun, so that he can infer the outcome of this duel.

The effeminate man let out a hoarse laugh with horror: "Mu Qianjun, when I came here, I knew that the opponent would be you, and you did not disappoint me. You came all the way from Yuecheng to stop me. This batch of supplies is really important to the Mu Family Army."

Mu Qianjun looked at the other party coldly, and replied in a deep and deep voice: "Speaking is lifeless, stop talking nonsense, if you want to use my army's supplies, first ask me about the silver gun in my hand."

"choke!"

As soon as the words were finished, Mu Qianjun took off the coarse cloth wrapped tightly around the weapon in his hand, revealing a shiny silver spear.

Borrowing the moonlight, the shiny tip of the silver gun reflected an intoxicating luster, and the sharp point of the gun tip seemed to stir up layers of invincible spirit, and it flew away into the sky.

Feng Jueyu instantly remembered that this gun had a very cool name.

Iron Blood Silver Gun!

Note to readers:

ps: I was so drunk yesterday that I didn’t turn back at all. The next day I felt dizzy and swollen, and even vomited. Next time, don’t dare to drink too much, it’s easy to die.