The color was heavy, and it was already the second day, and several vague black shadows that were difficult to distinguish with naked eyes were floating like ghosts. Suddenly they stopped not far outside a large tent embroidered with gold thread. Looking at the soldiers guarding the tent, the black shadows quietly dispersed and they approached.

The tent, not far from the two guards, took out a small bamboo tube from the waist bag and blew the arrow. He leaned close to his mouth. In a silent breath, a slender flying needle shot into the necks of the two guards. The two soldiers just felt itchy on their necks, and they didn't have much to do.

I thought, but after a while, my already sleepy head became even more drowsy.

Seeing the heads of the two garrison soldiers gradually lowering, Li Cunzhi in the dark nodded to the two teenagers beside him. Then the two teenagers lowered their bodies and tiptoed to the two soldiers. After confirming that they were sleeping, they looked at Li Cun not far away.

Zhi, made a gesture.

Li Cunzhi walked into the big tent, and listened to the snoring bed. A cruel light flashed in his eyes. He untied a black cloth bag from his waist, and caught a piece from it. He pinched it.

Strip>T seven inches>.Accordingly, someone deliberately did it. No one can explain this clearly, it's just one

Panic is inevitable.

In several other camps, the other people in the Thirteenth Taibaozhong area thought of Li Cunzhi when they heard the news. Only this gloomy brother and his ghost ninja team would like this trick.

Looking at Lin Fengshuang standing in front of him, Li Ang smiled. "Do you want to ask me if I sent someone to do it?"

"I heard Gulun say he gave you a list." Lin Fengshuang looked at Li Ang with a smile, frowned slightly, "One night, three people died at the same time." Lin Fengshuang was a little worried. Li Ang's reputation in the desert was too terrifying.

The three dead people are really easy to think of him.

"Don't worry." Li Ang looked at Lin Fengshuang and smiled at her. He knew she was just worried that his actions would make the Uighurs hate him. Maybe it would trigger a mutiny, "What you worry about may not be a bad thing."

Looking at Li Ang and Lin Fengshuang's eyebrows frowned. She really didn't understand why her husband did this in isolation. Even if the title of the Ghost and God Guard is comparable to the current Fengling Iron Cavalry, she did this

The law is too risky.

"Fengshuang, which side do you think you are from now, Uighurs or Daqin." Li Ang stood up, pressed his wife's shoulder with both hands and asked quietly, "If you have to choose one side, where would you stand?"

"..." Looking at the husband's calm eyes as cold as autumn water, Lin Fengshuang's face was as firm as iron. "No matter what, you are my husband, and it is natural for his wife to stand on her husband's side."

"Fengshuang, thank you." Li Ang suddenly hugged Lin Fengshuang tightly. With such a wife, what else does the husband want? He looked at Lin Fengshuang in his arms and smiled at her, "I won't make it difficult for my wife, let alone take risks with myself."

From the moment King Ling of Qi died, Fengshuang had cut off her feelings for the Uighurs, husband! Just when Lin Fengshuang wanted to stay in Li Ang's arms for a while, footsteps came from outside the tent, so she had to leave Li Ang's arms and put them on.

Wife, the strongest woman in the world.

Lin Fengshuang held the long sword with the golden bell hanging down, looked at the timid soldiers and leaders, and looked at them coldly, with a compelling momentum in her voice. "Who asked you to come?"

Looking at Lin Fengshuang who was holding the knife, the soldiers and leaders looked at each other with ugly faces. They didn't expect that when they set off, the soldiers were still silenced when they saw the "king" in front of them, and they just looked at them with a fierce look.

"Your Highness, we are here spontaneously. The old man died inexplicably. We..." A slightly brave soldier leader straightened his chest and spoke. However, before he finished speaking, Lin Fengshuang interrupted him.

"Who asked you to come?" The same thing, but the voice became even colder, as if it could freeze everything. The golden bell hanging from the hilt of the long knife Lin Fengshuang held rang.

The clear ringtone was very pleasant, but the soldiers' leaders suddenly turned pale, "The wind chime rings sound, and the death is urgent." This sentence not only refers to the wind chime iron cavalry across the desert, but also refers to the "dominant sword" in Lin Fengshuang's hand. When the golden bell rings, he will return without death.

Under the domineering sword, there is no one who can escape.

"It was Uma's leader who asked us to come, it's not our business." Seeing Lin Fengshuang's fingers holding the knife tightened, a soldier leader shouted. He had once been to the battlefield with Lin Fengshuang, and he would never forget those terrifying scenes in his life.

"Uma?" A cold light flashed in Lin Fengshuang's eyes. She no longer looked at the three soldiers and leaders with pale faces. She just said coldly, "Take people back for me, it's not your turn to make decisions here."

"Yes, Your Highness." The three soldiers and leaders replied in fear and fear, then shouted loudly, taking their respective soldiers to their camps. They knew that they had escaped their lives. If the domineering sword was unsheathed just now, they would have to die.

Thinking of this, they were shocked and sweated in a cold sweat on their backs, and they couldn't help but scold Uma who provoked them half to death.

The soldiers began to disperse, but the leaders and nobles who came did not disperse. They were still waiting for Lin Fengshuang to give them a remark. After all, General Li's name really made them suspicious and difficult to rest.

In the crowd, Li Cunzhi turned around, "Uma!" His voice was extremely low, but his tone was like a cat playing with a mouse. Next to him, the three ghost monstrous fire chiefs looked at each other and knew that their captain might have to do it himself.

Looking at the head man and nobleman who had not left, Lin Fengshuang looked at Gulun beside him, and then nodded the honestest among the head men, "You go find Uma and bring him to see me." After that, Lin Fengshuang sat in the chair brought by the Fengling Iron Cavalry behind him, holding him in his hand

With the hilt of the knife, his eyes were as lightning as lightning, staring coldly at the many heads and nobles present.

In front of the Central Army Commander's tent, it suddenly became silent. Looking at Lin Fengshuang who was sitting quietly, all the heads and nobles looked at the long sword with golden bells hanging down, and they unconsciously lowered their heads and did not dare to meet Lin Fengshuang's lightning gaze.

In a large tent on the north wing of the camp, the leader Uma was anxiously waiting for the news. He instigated the three dead heads' subordinates to make trouble, but he did not dare to touch Lin Fengshuang's bad head, for fear of killing the sword, but he did not expect that he would hide in

In my own nest, I fell into a tragic state of death.

Li Cunzhi looked at the big tent with not very tight defense, looked at the ghost ninja who had changed into Uighur clothes beside him, and nodded. Then the ghost ninjas, who were only fourteen or fifteen years old, sneaked into the soldiers guarding the outside of the camp from all directions. Their movements were light and quick.

The route they chose was also very hidden. The soldiers did not realize that they came until they were close to each other, but it was too late. However, the moment they drew their swords, the short sword in the hand of the ghost nuns had already cut through their necks or inserted into their chests.

In just a moment, all the garrison soldiers on the periphery were killed. Li Cunzhi looked at the fallen corpses and was still a little dissatisfied. The ghost nuns gave these Uighur soldiers time to react. If they were facing elite soldiers this time, they would not be able to do so.

"But forget it, after all, I have only been training for more than half a year." Li Cunzhi looked at the soldiers who had been resolved inside, murmured to himself and walked into the big tent.

Looking at the person walking in, Uma subconsciously pressed his hand on the hilt of his waist. The two guards beside him also looked at the person walking in vigilantly. "Who are you?" Seeing the visitor wearing Uighur clothes, Uma asked loudly in Uighur language, the one wearing a felt in front of him.

The hat, with his head down, hiding his face under the brim, gave him a sense of danger.

"What a stupid person." Looking at the Uighur head man asking the question, Li Cunzhi raised his head, revealing his pale but handsome face, his eyes full of mockery. Then, when the Uighur head man and the two guards were stunned, his body was ghostly bullying him, and the short knife in his sleeve slid down to the point where he fell.

In his hands, before the three of them reacted, they cut off the throats of the two guards and pressed the knife against Uma's chest.

Uma's sword condensed in mid-air. Looking at the boy who was sneering in front of him, he felt a slutty and a cold sweat burst out from his forehead. Just when he thought the boy was going to say something to him, the sharp short knife penetrated into his chest, "You!" The knife in his hand fell weakly

Luo, Uma looked at the boy who was slowly turning the knife, with blood flowing in his mouth and unable to say anything.

"Master Yan Zong said that an assassin can play with his prey, but talking nonsense with the prey is stupid." Looking at the Uighur head who was confused and painful, Li Cunzhi joked and said, "
Chapter completed!