The bright moon emerges from the Cangshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Under the sea of ​​clouds is dense darkness shrouded on the grassland, as if it is airtight.

There are fires on the grassland in the distance, and the camp tents are swaying.

Outside the camp of Donghu is a patrol of dozens of people. After several shocking changes, the tribes on the grassland are now in a panic, and a little movement will make them feel extremely uneasy.

At this time, Gai Tian, ​​wearing a black suit, hid on the earth with a long sword carrying a dozen ranger swordsmen, and even the long sword was wrapped in a long black cloth.

There is no sign on the dark earth.

Even the breathing was suppressed to the lowest point by everyone.

If anyone in the assassination of the country is the best at the story, it is the genius of these knights and swordsmen. Assassins who have been famous all over the world since ancient times have stood out among these people.

Such as Zhuanzhu, Nie Zheng, etc.

What Xinlingjun gave these rangers and swordsmen was harassment and left with one blow, but it would make the Donghu people very tired.

Gai Tian slightly turned his head and put one hand on the hilt of the long sword.

Not far from everyone, five patrolmen rode their horses and slowly walked towards this side. They looked carefully at everything around them. After several shocking changes, no one dared to slack off on the night patrol.

After all, there are too many strange things happening on the grassland recently.

The camps of all tribes have been captured several times, and this little negligence is a fatal existence.

As he gradually approached Gai Tian and others, a Donghu man patrolling suddenly stopped, as if he felt something, and became inexplicably panicked.

"What's wrong?"

Juan Xuner patted the war horse under his crotch.

The horse neighed softly, still anxious.

Juan Xuner seemed to understand something. He raised his head and looked around in the distance. Unfortunately, the night was too dense, and it was difficult for the swordsmen and rangers in black to distinguish with their naked eyes.

Just as Juan Xuner was about to give up, one of the swordsmen raised his head, and a light flashed slightly above the hairpin in the faint light of fire.

"I seem to see something?"

The war horse under his crotch stopped and said in confusion.

The next moment, everyone slowly raised their heads and looked into the distance.

"Zheng..."

The next moment, I heard only the sound of the sword being unsheathed, like the call of the god of death.

Under the reflection of the fire, bronze swords shining with a cold light, magnifying in the eyes of the East Lake people.

The next moment, Juan Xuner, who had already put his hand on the flute beside him, instantly lifted the flute at his waist to his mouth.

The next moment, in the distance, in the Donghu camp, a group of people were instantly awakened, and a choking sound sounded in the distance of the camp, but unfortunately it was instantly destroyed invisible in just a moment.

But this moment is enough.

"Enemy attack!"

With a loud shout, the entire Donghu Camp started to move, and the patrolmen outside the Donghu Camp also rushed towards the place where the flute sounded.

But when they arrived, there was only a mess left. On the grassland, there were corpses lying everywhere, all of which were patrolled by Donghu people.

But there was no horse of these people, only the sound of horse hooves gradually moving away from each other in the distance.

"Who is this?"

Hudley jumped off his war horse and walked to the side of the corpse. He shook his hair and gently looked at the bodies of the fallen people.

All corpses were killed with one blow, and the throat was sealed with one sword, which was incredible in accuracy.

Many corpses were even killed in the posture of drawing their swords, and it seemed that they had no time to resist.

"What a quick sword!"

Hu Delie has been in the Donghu military for many years and can clearly distinguish the injuries on the corpse. If the knife wound is injured, the wound will be larger and deeper, which is definitely a sword wound.

The next moment, a strange change was happening, and just when everyone thought it was safe, the dazzling sword light shone again.

The sharp sword struck the necks of the patrolmen again, and on the swaying torches, the cold light seemed even colder.

Hudley squatted on the ground. When he heard the sound, he saw a group of men in black who had already stepped on their war horses, and on the ground were corpses.

Without any pause, the people in black rushed towards him.

The moment he rushed to him, one of the men in black moved a sword slightly, and a cold light broke through the speed of everything.

Hudley's pupils dilated in an instant. At that moment, he seemed to have thought too much. Finally, a picture appeared in his mind, the corpses of Donghu people whose throats were cut off by a sword.

As if there was a flash of inspiration, Hudley instantly raised his scimitar and raised it to his throat. In an instant, Hudley seemed to see sparks splashing everywhere. The next moment, the long sword directly cut off his scimitar.

The man in black seemed to be surprised, and his sword turned slightly and cut open Hudley's chest and abdomen.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Hudley subconsciously grabbed the man, but was knocked away by a horse.

With one blow, the swordsman and the ranger took a horse away in an instant.

When everyone came here in the Donghu camp, there were only corpses all over the ground.

The King of Donghu slowly walked out of the crowd, his face was extremely heavy. He had never encountered any good things since he took over the King of Donghu.

"Report to the king, there is still a living person."

The King of Donghu soon appeared beside Hu Delie. Hu Delie's entire chest and abdomen were cut open, leaving only his last breath.

He couldn't say a word, so he could only lift his trembling right hand to the King of Donghu, which was a piece of torn black cloth.

The King of Donghu took the black cloth from him.

"sword……"

Hudley spoke this word with all his last breath.

"sword?"

The King of Donghu looked at Hudley who had died in front of him and whispered this word, not knowing what he was thinking.

Soon, Mudir, who led the Donghu army to search everywhere, came back.

"King, no one noticed, those people seemed to have run away."

The King of Donghu glanced at Mudir gently.

"Strengthen the alert, and double the number of patrolers in the future. Each thirty persons and teams are not allowed to patrol separately."

"yes!"

The King of Donghu slowly stood up, looked at the cut-off black cloth in his hand and walked into the tent.

Tonight, although there is no abnormality, no one can fall asleep peacefully.

The calm was not until the night of the second day, and dozens of people died again, all with one sword.

But there was still no figure found, fear, fatigue, and trouble spread throughout the entire Donghu camp.

Wei Wuji, who was stationed in the Great Wall, was still as stable as a mountain, but there were more lines on the map in front of him.

"This guerrilla tactic should be very exquisite. The weak can defeat the strong, and the strong can bully the weak."

Wei Wuji still remembered that he was in the Taiyin Academy in the past. When he heard this tactic, he was shocked.
Chapter completed!