Fantasy: Jinyi Shenwei, starting from the Golden Crow of the Great Sun

As soon as he stepped out of his feet that had not yet landed, a trace of panic spread in his heart.

An Zhiming's forehead instantly oozed cold sweat, forced himself to calm down, adjusted his state, and then turned around with a slight bow.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

The grumbling demon soldier looked at An Zhiming coldly: "Raise your head!" "

It's over.

An Zhiming's heart slowly sank, his mind was lively, his brain turned quickly, and he immediately knew that most of them were showing flaws.

Even if you don't find your true identity, you will definitely not be able to leave the city, and the other party can know the identity of his guests as long as they check it a little.

At that time, there will be more doubts, and if you are not sure, you will be taken to prison and tortured.

He clearly remembered that when he was painting the skin on the bed, the head said that the painting skin could not be damaged easily, and if it was a small injury, the big injury would inevitably expose the skin itself.

The matter of punishment is a cruel and meticulous thing, how can there be a reason for painting skins without revealing?

Once exposed, it will inevitably set off an uproar in Panshan King City, and they may all be implicated.

Far from it, after he is exposed, the guard at the city gate will inevitably be strengthened, and Guan Jie in the team behind will definitely not be able to escape the eyes of the monster.

Therefore.

An Zhiming's heart beat faster, the safety of the brothers in Paoze... But it was between his thoughts!

What to do?

"Raise your head!" The grumbling demon soldier raised his eyebrows, and the blood-colored light in his eyes lit up.

The movement on this side immediately attracted the attention of the other demon soldiers.

"What's wrong?" The Buddhist demon soldier asked aloud.

This is the moment.

Between the electric flint, An Zhiming has already made a decision.

As if he hadn't heard the roar in his ears, he raised his head little by little, moving slowly like a stiff puppet.

"Why are you so abrasive when you raise your head! Hurry up! The

complaining demon soldiers felt more and more wrong, and the demon soldiers in the rear leaned over one after another when they saw this.

Soon... Soon... An Zhiming silently chanted in his heart, and his eyes constantly measured the distance between the demon soldier and himself.

In the middle of the team, Guan Jie's solemn expression was mixed with a trace of nervousness.

An Zhiming is in danger!

Something must be done, otherwise An Zhiming will almost certainly die!

Guan Jie couldn't watch An Zhiming die, he wanted to do something.

The next moment, he took half a step and wanted to step forward.

Right now.

Ahead.

An Zhiming happened to see Guan Jie's action, his face suddenly changed, and then... Shaking his head slightly, his lips moved slightly, and he said a few silent words.

Leave me alone.

The words were silent, but it was like a heavy hammer slamming into Guan Jie's heart.

He instantly froze in place, his eyes reddened.

He saw that An Zhiming's eyes clearly had a touch of absolute death!

As a tacit understanding of Jinyiwei, Guan Jie already understood that An Zhiming was planning to sacrifice himself.

The demon soldiers approached step by step, and murderous drinking bursts sounded frequently.

Guan Jie retracted his steps.

However, he did not relax the True Qi in his body that was always on standby.

An Zhiming will not be captured, there will inevitably be a vicious battle later, and he needs to take advantage of the chaos to get out of the city.

In any case, intelligence must be sent.

"That's him! The one who entered the city some time ago to participate in the recruitment meeting, if he is still alive, must be our king's aunt, but today all the honorary guests followed out of the city from the west gate, and now this one is dressed in disguise..." The

grumbling demon soldier saw An Zhiming's appearance clearly, immediately recognized it, and shouted out when he opened his mouth.

The demon soldiers did not directly attack and kill An Zhiming.

First, they still don't know An Zhiming's purpose and identity, and the other is that the other party is the Yibin of Yibin Mansion after all, the aunt of the Panshan King, maybe he is still the darling of His Royal Highness the County Lord, in case he is rashly damaged and injured, it will not be good.

However.

They don't plan to do it, but An Zhiming is going to do it.

In the stunned gazes of the demon soldiers, a short knife appeared in his hand, and then it suddenly burst out and slashed out!

"Poof!"

The head of the grumbling demon soldier flew up, and the break at the neck was extremely smooth, and the break was crisp and neat.

For a while, the demon soldiers were stunned.

No one could have imagined that the other party would strike directly.

It's just a shot, and it's so ruthless, come up and take the life of your companion!

"Let's fight!!"

The monsters waiting to go out of the city behind exclaimed, at the foot of the royal city, who dared to be so presumptuous?

Seeing that the murderer was so arrogant and cruel, Baoqi easily beheaded himself, the monsters all panicked, made a mess, and fled in all directions.

Guan Jie mixed in with the demon group, took a deep look at An Zhiming, and then rushed towards the outside of the city.

Meanwhile.

An Zhiming stepped forward and pulled out the long knife around the waist of the complaining demon soldier, a short knife in one hand and a long knife in the other, and directly killed the demon soldiers next to him.

Suddenly, several demon soldiers did not have time to react, and their skills were not as good as An Zhiming, and they were killed on the spot by him in the blink of an eye.

"Be bold! Tear him alive for me! The

guards on the city wall were dumbfounded and shouted.

The demon soldiers in the wall also reacted, and suddenly their eyes turned red, and the demon qi erupted, rushing towards An Zhiming.