One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 46

The Grandmaster said viciously, raised his hand and threw a firework bomb into the sky, several circles of orange flames bloomed instantly in the night sky, illuminating the floating clouds nearby.

The flames were shining, and not long after, groups of warriors in black rushed in from outside the city.

There were figures shaking at the gates of the four cities, guarding the way out of the city.

The grand master snorted coldly, "No matter how weird that guy's methods are, he is alone. If we send out hundreds of masters in the star-chasing tower, can't we catch a congenital martial artist?"

"Everyone, work harder tonight to complete this task, which is better than assassinating a grandmaster! I eat meat, and everyone has soup!"

The killers' eyes lit up, and they gradually got rid of the fear of difficulty just now. Their morale was boosted, and their eyes were like hungry wolves, searching for Song Yun's trace.

At this time Song Yun had already hid in the remodeled cellar, took out the corpses of six killers from the [Void Storage Box], and began to touch the corpses silently.

Short blades, poison, mist, concealed weapons, hooks, firework bombs... If such a bunch of things are found, the identity of these people as killers can be confirmed immediately.

The deceased did not bring written materials with him, only a few blueprints full of codes, put them away first.

Look at the [Anxi real-time map], and in a short while, more than 100 warriors entered the city.

Among them, there are as many as four innate masters, and their top combat power is almost catching up with Jing Jun who entered the city before.

"This killer organization is quite large. I don't know if it's the Zhaixing Tower or the Shadow Valley. So many masters were dispatched at once... But they are all experience points sent to the door, so I just accept it."

Song Yun chuckled, put away the corpse, bent down and got into the tunnel, and went to another secret door.

After the cellar here has been transformed, the entrance and exit are narrower and more concealed, and two tunnels have been opened, leading to different streets and alleys.

It's not a big project. After all, Song Yun and Gao Hanqing have limited energy, but it is more than enough to deal with these more than 100 killers.

Assassins may not necessarily have strong combat power, they mainly rely on stealth and sneak attacks to win.

As soon as Song Yun [Real-time Map] was opened, the locations of all the killers in the city were clearly visible, and he could even know which way his face was facing. However, he made good use of the cellars and tunnels, and became elusive instead.

These people have lost their greatest advantage, and they have changed from hunters to prey invisibly.

After the master walked a little further away, Song Yun dug out from the cellar, wearing a black armor and blending into the shadows of the night, without stopping, he went straight to the nearest group of killers.

The "professional quality" of these killers is quite high. Even when they are searching for targets, they always pay attention to their concealed bodies.

If you don't pay attention, you may even think that there is no one on the street, and there is no other movement except the wind.

Song Yun hid behind a half-collapsed house wall, using "Dead Wood Hidden Spring" to hide his good breath, and when the innate master led by the other party passed by, he clenched his bronze sword and stabbed at the wall.

Using strength from stepping on the ground, imitating the momentum of a green bull on thick soil, the sword is like a top horn, piercing the wall of the house in an instant, and a blue cold light suddenly appears on the opposite side of the wall.

The piercing sharp edge brushed against the night wind, pierced through the black clothes, penetrated the inner armor, and penetrated deep into the chest and abdomen.

The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and it seemed that he could still feel the beating heart in the killer's chest.

Swish——The bronze sword was withdrawn violently, leaving a hideous and terrifying wound, the blood splashed out like a fountain, and scattered countless red spots on the wall.

A congenital martial artist practiced viscera, but the viscera are not made of iron after all. After suffering such a deep sword, the internal injuries were extremely serious, and the combat power was completely lost.

Song Yun walked around the wall of the house, gently slashed open the throat of this innate master, and the sword continued to slash towards the third and fourth rank killers not far away.

The concealment of these killers was useless, and they couldn't run away from Song Yun who was using the "Sky Ghost Hidden Shadow Technique". They barely resisted, and watched helplessly as the blue sharp edge attacked, breaking through the dazzling waves of blood and cutting down in the air...

One sword, one red, one move, one life.

When the nearby killer arrived, there were still only a few pools of blood left on the street, like bright red dahlias blooming at the same time, and the night wind was filled with a frightening smell of blood.

Looking at this weird battlefield, the master of Zhaixinglou cursed secretly, not believing in evil, and issued one order after another, urging the killers to pull the net to search and arrest.

But there are more than 100 people in the area, just want to find the erratic target in the ruins at night, it's like a dream.

There were also a few masters of Taoism who tried to get out of their bodies and patrol the city at night, but Song Yun soon noticed it.

With a "strike from the air", he swung his sword and shouted to kill, releasing a bloody aura soaring into the sky, which shocked and injured all the spirits floating in the night sky.

Warriors who have gone to cruel battlefields and have been honed by blood and fire will always be the nemesis of Taoism.

Soon there were screams in the city, and the killers fell one by one, and then disappeared, leaving the invisible fear to the living fellows.

"Who is the killer, us, or that Song Yun?" Some killers couldn't hold on anymore, and their eyes were full of fear under the black cloth mask.

Although they are also seasoned veterans, they have never encountered such a strange and passive situation.

Why those corpses disappeared out of thin air, no one can give an answer so far, not even the Grandmaster who led the team.

The night wind blew violently over the desert, making a sound like howling ghosts and wolves.

The bloody smell that drifted with the wind attracted several vultures, who circled in the darkness and shouted, their voices hoarse and piercing.

The moonlight is pale, but it cannot illuminate the shadows in the corners of the streets and alleys.

No one knew which shadow Song Yun was hiding in, when he would strike, and who he would point the finger at.

Fear spread in the night, and many strange conjectures were triggered at the same time.

"Murder can also make the corpse disappear. This, this doesn't look like human work!"

"I just thought, how could there be any living people in Anxi when the [-] Jing army attacked the city?"

"The Jing army, who has been victorious in all battles, was inexplicably defeated. Anyway, I don't believe that three thousand Tang veterans can defeat one hundred thousand elite Jing soldiers. There must be something wrong with it."

"Who has actually seen this Song Yun? Those so-called spies from various countries? How can you believe what they say, God knows what we are dealing with..."

There was a lot of discussion for a while, and the voice came to the ears of Grandmaster Zhaxinglou, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

In the end, the master couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted directly:
"Enough, look at your virtue!"

"If you can't beat them, you suspect that they are not human?"

"If this Song Yun really had such supernatural powers, he would have killed me long ago. Every time he strikes, he takes advantage of me not being around. This shows that he is afraid and only dares to deal with you weaklings first."

"Break up your spirits, this trip will mobilize everyone. If you still can't kill a congenital martial artist, you will look good when you go back!"

A group of killers responded feebly, but they didn't dare to disperse any more. They gathered together cautiously, staring nervously at the darkness in the distance.

Grandmaster Zhaoxinglou frowned when he saw this, "No, I have to lure the target out so that I have a chance to strike."

(End of this chapter)