"What are you doing?"

Looking at the head of the guard in front of him, he seemed to see a big hole in his head.

Seeing this scene, the guard was about to shout, but before he could make a sound, ye Ziheng had already fallen from the sky, and the sharp blade in his hand stabbed steadily into the guard's forehead.

"Poo ~"

Ye Ziheng pulled out the thorn thorn thorn from the spirit cover of the guard that day, and then backed back, and fresh blood began to emerge from his head.

He took a look at the body and was silent for two or three seconds, but soon turned around and walked towards the second body. He made a detour behind the body and pulled out the white moon blade that pierced into the ground.

Then ye Ziheng put the white moon blade back into the sleeve sword and walked slowly downstairs.

At the entrance of the stairs, there was a guard who was there, but he did not seem to have done his duty. He leaned against the wall and smoked in silence.

At this time, ye Ziheng has quietly walked to his back, and the sleeve sword in his hand has been scabbard.

Then ye Ziheng stretched out his right hand and covered the guard's mouth and nose. Before the guard responded, he thrust his sleeve sword into his waist.

The guard felt the pain and his pupils dilated, but the next second, fresh blood gushed out of his mouth and he fell down.

Ye Ziheng immediately threw his body to the ground and walked forward.

Out of the stairway, there are five guards on the third floor where he is now. But ye Ziheng does not hesitate to go out, then picks up some stones on the ground and smashes them on their heads.

"Bang, Bang..."

Each stone was deeply embedded in their back skulls, and the blood gushed out quickly dyed those stones red. However, ye Ziheng did not care and continued to walk to the next floor.

On the second floor, there were more guards, 12 people, and in one of the rooms, Lin Ya was still in custody.

Ye Ziheng took a deep breath, changed the thorn thorn to his left hand, took out the cold winged sword with his right hand, and went straight out.

As soon as he stepped out, a guard who was patrolling saw ye Ziheng's figure. He immediately raised his hand and was ready to shout. But before he could make a sound, ye Ziheng suddenly threw the thorn in his hand towards him and stabbed it straight into his head.

After hearing the sound of flying into the head, several other people also turned their heads curiously to see what happened. But just as they turned their heads, they saw ye Ziheng rushed to a man immediately, and then stabbed the sleeve sword of his left hand directly into his chin and came out from the top of his head.

Then ye Ziheng pulled out his sleeve sword without hesitation. He held the cold winged sword in his hand, stabbed the nearest enemy's heart with a sword, then quickly drew it out and drew it towards the next enemy.

Until ye Ziheng killed the fourth enemy, those guys suddenly reacted. At the same time, he took out his weapons and began to rush to ye Ziheng.

Ye Ziheng opened the eyes of the eagle and found that more than a dozen guards on the first floor of the building had already started to run up.

It seems that this sneak in failed. Ye Ziheng thought of it in his heart, and then he waved his hand. There was a "streamer dart" in his left hand.

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