Volume 10 Chapter 180

Chapter 180 "Captain Qianfu, when I and my brothers were patrolling the north of the town at night, we found a suspicious person approaching the town at night. We suspect that he is a scout of the Feng Army!" Captain Mo Bing lowered his head and finished his words in one breath. "Found a scout of the Feng Army?" The tall man changed color when he heard the words, and was stunned for a moment. He asked anxiously: "When did you find it? Did you catch him? Let's talk first!" As he said that, he pulled Captain Mo Bing into the room. Tang Yin and Wu Ya followed him in. The room was not big, but it looked quite bookish and ancient. There were many calligraphy and paintings on the walls, and various decorations were also carefully crafted. In addition to the tall man, there was another person in the room. Because she was lying on the bed and blocking the curtains, she couldn't see her face clearly, but she must be a woman. Captain Mo Bing was nervous all over, and kept his head down, not daring to look sideways. He whispered, "Master Qianfu, we failed to catch them. When we found them, they ran away." "They? Not one person?" "Oh... this..." "There are about five or six people." Tang Yin continued, "It seems that they want to sneak into this town at night. If it weren't for the young man going to the town to relieve himself, they might have sneaked in." The tall man didn't pay much attention to Tang Yin. His whole heart was occupied by this sudden news. Is it really a scout of the Feng Army? But why would a scout of the Feng Army come to Jindong Town? Could it be that the Feng Army really wants to attack here? While he was thinking about it, Tang Yin turned his tongue and rolled out the Gathering Spirit Pill that was originally pressed under his tongue. He chewed it twice and then swallowed it into his stomach with saliva. As the Gathering Spirit Pill went down his stomach, the spiritual energy quickly gathered in his body. In just a moment, the air around Tang Yin produced waves. The leakage of the spiritual pressure of the spiritual cultivator is not something that the spiritual cultivator can control. It is a completely natural phenomenon. The tall man and Wu Ya were both spiritual practitioners. They both felt the sudden appearance of spiritual pressure at the same time. Just as they were startled and wanted to find the source of spiritual pressure, Tang Yin suddenly swung his arm, and his palm burning with black flames slashed at the tall man's face like a knife. "Ah--" The tall man screamed, and instinctively stepped back, leaning back, and heard Tang Yin's palm passing in front of him. "It's an assassin..." The tall man was shocked and released his spiritual energy, trying to cover himself with spiritual armor, but he was still a step slow. The spiritual energy in his body had already spread out of his body, and when it was about to condense into spiritual armor, Tang Yin stepped forward and stretched his arm forward. With a bang, his palm passed through the spiritual energy and tightly grasped the tall man's neck. Huh! The dark fire suddenly jumped from Tang Yin's palm to the tall man's neck, and then from his neck to his whole body in an instant. The spiritual energy that he released from his body no longer had a chance to condense into armor. Under the terrifying burning of the dark fire, the spiritual energy suddenly dispersed and soared into the air. As Tang Yin breathed in and out, the spiritual energy floating in the air quickly drilled into his body as if it were alive. The tall man who was still alive and kicking just now turned into a lifeless rag doll in an instant, with empty eyes, a wide mouth, and a head drooping weakly, and the body hung in Tang Yin's hand. "Assassin!" Wu Ya on the side finally reacted. His face changed drastically, roared, drew his sword, and raised his hand to stab Tang Yin in the back. His cultivation is not weak, which Tang Yin felt very early. It might not be easy to defeat this man in two or three moves. Thinking of this, Tang Yin shook his hands to throw away the corpse, and dodged Wu Ya's sword at the same time. Then he did not fight back, and rushed to the rear window in two consecutive steps. His speed did not slow down at all, and he broke through the window directly, seemingly trying to escape. His own centurion was killed by the assassin under his nose, Wu Ya was not willing to let Tang Yin go, he roared and chased with his sword, and rushed out through the window that was broken. But at the moment he rushed out, a cold light suddenly flashed above the window, and a crescent-shaped curved magic knife stabbed from top to bottom. The assassin had clearly escaped through the window. Wu Ya never dreamed that there was an enemy hiding above the window. He could no longer dodge after he jumped out. With a pounce, the spirit sword pierced his spirit armor and hit him in the back. However, his inertia was too great, and even though he was stabbed in the back, he still did not slow down. With a sand sound, he flew out of the window. After landing, he screamed and rolled left and right. Not long after, he gradually stopped moving, leaving only his limbs twitching from time to time. Looking at his back, from the back to the back, there was a gap more than a foot long, and blood and internal organs flowed out along the gap. "Hmph!" With a sneer, Tang Yin jumped back into the room from above the window, shaking off the blood on the spirit sword in his hand. That's right, he had just escaped through the window, but after jumping out of the window, he immediately used the Shadow Floating Technique to flash above the window, hooking his feet on the eaves, so that his whole body was hanging upside down on the window. When Wu Ya chased him out, he was hit by his fatal knife. Looking at Tang Yin who had returned, the captain Mo Bing was completely stunned and stood there, his mouth wide open enough to fit a egg, motionless and unable to make a sound. "Ah--" At this time, the woman's shrill scream came from the bed again. Tang Yin shouted coldly in annoyance: "Shut up!" While speaking, his arm shook, and the spirit knife flew out of his hand and shot straight at the bed. Puff! A precise and powerful knife. The blade pierced into the mouth of the woman on the bed, and its force was so great that her body bounced back. The tip of the knife stuck out from behind her head and nailed it to the wall.

There was no one alive in the room except Tang Yin and Captain Mo Bing. Tang Yin looked around and smiled leisurely. He hooked the corpse on the ground with his toes and kicked it out. With a bang, the corpse was kicked directly under the bed. Captain Mo Bing's body shook suddenly and finally came to his senses. His face was pale. He grabbed Tang Yin's arm in panic and screamed: "You said you would let me be fine. Now things have become serious. If you want to leave, you have to take me with you..." "Leave? Why leave?" Tang Yin sneered and shook his hand away. Then he listened carefully. There were hurried footsteps outside. It must be that the people outside had heard the sound and rushed over. He squinted his eyes slightly, and his mind moved with his heart. Thick fog spread out from his body and gathered around him. It condensed and did not disperse. In the blink of an eye, the fog gathered more and more, and finally condensed into a human form. This man was exactly the same as the tall man he had just devoured with the dark fire. Not only was his appearance, height, and body shape the same, but even his upper body was bare-chested and his lower body was white pants, just like they were cut from the same mold. This was exactly the Shadow Clone Technique, one of the secret techniques of the dark spirit martial arts. The other party had just killed the centurion, and now he had conjured up another centurion. Captain Mo Bing felt his scalp tingling, his whole body weak, and his heartbeat so fast that it had jumped into his throat. He could no longer make a sound, and sat on the ground, staring at the 'centurion', dumbfounded, while liquid slowly flowed out from under his crotch. Tang Yin looked up and down at the centurion he had conjured up, nodded with a smile, then walked to the bed, pulled open the curtain, pulled the scimitar out of the naked woman's mouth, and put it away. Plop! The body nailed to the wall fell straight onto the bed, and the blood instantly stained a large area of ​​the bedclothes red. He had just put away his knife when he heard a loud bang. The door of the room was knocked open from the outside. Then, three spiritual practitioners dressed similarly to Wu Ya rushed in, followed by a large number of Mo army soldiers. "Captain?!" After people came in and saw the situation in the room, they were all shocked, "This... what is going on?" The captain walked to the clothes rack, picked up a coat and put it on, and shouted at the same time: "You didn't even know that an assassin had sneaked in, what are you doing? If Mr. Wu Ya hadn't arrived in time, you would have to collect my body now!" "Ah..." Everyone looked at each other, looking at the angry captain, and lowered their heads. The three spiritual practitioners were sharp-eyed and noticed the corpse on the bed. They rushed over and pushed Tang Yin, who was standing beside the bed, away. They first touched the woman's breath, and then looked at her wound carefully. The three of them changed color and said, "What a fast knife!" The oldest spiritual practitioner turned back and asked, "Captain, where is my second brother?" The captain pointed to the broken window and said, "Mr. Wu Ya went to chase the assassin!" The middle-aged man's heart trembled. Just by looking at the knife wounds on the corpse, he could judge that the assassin's knife skills were extremely fast and his cultivation was naturally very deep. I'm afraid Wu Ya is no match for him! Without thinking, he rushed to the window and jumped out. Not long after he went out, he heard a pig-killing cry from outside the window: "Second brother! Second brother..." The other two spiritual practitioners were shocked and hurriedly jumped out of the window. Now, there was a chorus outside the window, one crying for the second brother, and two crying for the second brother. The centurion's mouth twitched, and he looked up at the Mo soldiers who were still standing there stupidly, and said angrily: "Why are you still standing here? Go and gather the brothers to catch the assassin!" "Ah? Ah, yes, yes, yes!" Everyone woke up as if from a dream, nodded and agreed, and then turned around and ran out like a swarm of bees. After the people left, the captain lowered his head, glanced at Captain Mo Bing who was still sitting on the ground, stretched out his hand to pull him up, looked at his trousers which were soaked in a large area, grinned, and said softly: "Don't worry, it's okay." Captain Mo Bing slowly raised his head, and after a long time his eyes focused on the captain's face. He wanted to speak, but his trembling lips opened and closed, and he couldn't utter a word. The look in the captain's eyes was not like looking at a person, but at a monster. The captain patted his cheek gently and said: "Go! Pass my order, let all the brothers outside