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Qing Yu yawned and asked: "What time is it now?"

Yu Yuan said, "General, it's already the Hai hour."

Qing Yu nodded and muttered: "It's time to rest." As he spoke, he handed the map to Hua An and told him to keep it properly before heading out.

His tent was located at the back of the Central Army Tent, not even ten meters apart. After exiting the Central Army Tent, he faced upwards and took a deep breath. After standing for a while, he couldn't help but shiver.

The maid hastily stepped forward and draped a cloak over his body. She whispered, "Young master, it's cold right now. You should go back and rest. Don't ruin your body by the cold."

Qing Yu turned his head and smiled towards her gratefully, then turned and walked towards the tent. He had only taken a few steps when a Feng Army patrol happened to pass by the entrance of the tent.

This Feng Army patrol squad's armor was crooked, and when they walked, their steps were discordant, making them look chaotic. Seeing that, Qing Yu could not help but frown, his army management was always strictly prohibited, especially in terms of appearance, and the requirements were extremely strict.

He stopped in his tracks, and waved his hand at the Feng Army, signaling them to come over. The Feng Soldier Patrol Unit hastily stepped forward and intervened in unison as they saluted. "General!"

"Which regiment are you from?" Qing Yu looked at them and asked.

"Ninth Regiment!" The leader respectfully handed over his Army Brand.

Qing Yu did not accept it, but squinted his eyes and swept his gaze across the party leader. Although the sky was dark and the light was limited, his appearance could still be clearly seen.

It seemed like the man in front of him was at least forty years old, and it wouldn't be a big deal if he were to be transferred to another nation, but Generals And Soldiers of Feng Army had always been a young and robust man, and there were very few old veterans over forty years of age, but the group of Feng Soldier in front of them, not only did the captain have forty years of age, the soldiers behind them didn't seem to be young either, there were even some that looked even older than the captain. In addition, which veteran in the military wasn't a pampered soldier who was treated like a living gem, so how could it be their turn to take on the chore of patrolling in the night?

In terms of brain, intellect and acuteness, among all the commanders with Feng Army, there were not many who could compare to Qing Yu. At this moment, he noticed something strange, but he did not make a fuss about it. His expression remained calm as he asked calmly, "Which unit does the ninth regiment have?"

"The seventh formation, Team Two." The captain's tone was humble, but his words were concise, as if he was unwilling to say another word.

Qing Yu acknowledged and asked again: "What are the names of your captains?"

"?" The captain lowered his head and remained silent.

"Didn't you hear what the general was asking you?" Towards his attitude, Hua An and Yu Yuan Er who were by Qing Yu's side flew into a rage and scolded him in a low voice.

"Captain is Master Liu. Captain is ?"

"Liu Xi?" Qing Yu laughed, and said: "If I remember correctly, the Seventh Order's Captain should be called Pang Zun, you shouldn't have even remembered your own Captain's name, right?"

Hearing this, the captain and the soldiers behind all had a change in expression. Who would have thought that the commander of a troop would actually be able to remember the names of the captains in the formations.

Almost at the same time, Hua An and Yu Yuan also noticed the change. They subconsciously stepped forward and asked, "Who the hell are you two?"

Before the two of them could finish speaking, the captain had already unsheathed his sword and aimed at Qing Yu's chest and thrusted fiercely.

His movements were too fast and too sudden, even Qing Yu did not expect him to suddenly attack him, and at such a high speed as well.

Qing Yu's body was weak and sickly since young, so he was not suitable for training in the Spirit Force. However, he had always trained hard in his sword arts, so it was not easy for ordinary people to defeat him.

Seeing that the other party's sword had stabbed right in front of him, at that critical juncture, Qing Yu used his strength to the side, and with a "sha" sound, the sword's edge, that was almost close to his chest, brushed by his abdomen, causing a large hole to appear in the front of his chest, revealing his white, flowery undergarment.

"Ah!" It's an assassin! " The faces of Hua An, Yu Yuan and the surrounding guards all changed drastically. Everyone took out their swords and rushed towards the Feng Army Patrol Unit and surrounded them. At the same time, Hua An and Yu Yuan pulled Qing Yu back and protected him behind their backs.

With their identities exposed, these assassins disguised themselves as Feng Army were no longer hiding anything. They quickly took out their Spirit-gathering Pill s and stuffed them into their mouths, then wielded their weapons to fight against the surrounding guards.

The captain led his two companions and charged straight towards Qing Yu. As the three of them charged forward, they released a white mist, following that, the Spirit Armored Materialization and the Spirit Materialization of Weapon completed their attack at the same time, and the three of them with their three swords charged straight at Qing Yu.

Hua An and Yu Yuan shouted out loudly and similarly put on their spirit armor. With spirit weapons in their hands, they moved forward to fight the three assassins.

The two of them were Qing Yu's guards, their spirit weapons were considered good in Feiyu Army but compared to the three assassins, they were still a long way off.

The assassin split into two and shook Hua An and Yu Yuan respectively. The remaining assassin continued to attack Qing Yu as he stabbed his spirit sword towards his throat.1

Qing Yu's abilities were not bad for dealing with ordinary people, but against Spirit Cultivator, especially the first-rate Spirit Cultivator, he was like a praying mantis trying to block a chariot.

At this moment, he had no strength to block the Spirit Sword that was thrusting at him. Under such circumstances, he couldn't care less about his own identity and fell to the ground, rolling to the side.

Swish! The spirit sword did not pierce Qing Yu, the assassin did not stop for a moment, following that the spirit sword released a blinding light, a gust of wind was released, and the Spirit Blade that filled the sky flew towards Qing Yu like snowflakes, this time, he did not even have the chance to dodge.

Just as he was about to cut Qing Yu into pieces, two balls of black smoke suddenly emitted from Qing Yu's side. Before he could even see what had happened clearly, the two black smoke had already transformed into human forms and grabbed Qing Yu's shoulders. They then flung him outwards at the same time. At the same time that Qing Yu was thrown out, the two people's bodies became insubstantial, then turned into two balls of smoke and disappeared.

Weng! * The wind blew, but it only caught a whiff of air. Surprise flashed across the assassin's eyes, and he subconsciously shouted, "Spirit Cultivator of Dark!"

"Humph!" Sir, it's not that easy to assassinate the commander of our army. "

Following the sound of his voice, a figure slowly emerged behind the assassin's back. Immediately afterwards, the silhouettes of more than ten Spirit Cultivator of Dark s appeared in the surroundings in the blink of an eye.

Dressed in black spirit armor, they were covered from head to toe in black, only exposing their sinister eyes. In their hands, there were two circular sabers with chains attached to them. As they swung the sabers, the chains emitted a crisp sound.

Seeing the weapons in their hands, the assassin's expression changed again. The shock in his eyes became even more intense as he shouted, "Gloomy!"

Of course these Spirit Cultivator of Dark were not dark, nor was it possible for darkness to come and protect Qing Yu. They were precisely the hidden arrows of the Feng Country. The reason why the weapon that was used was the same as the Dark Clone's, was something that Tang Yin had created using the [Dark Clone].

Tang Yin was not a strict dogmatist. On the contrary, in this era, his thinking was more nimble than anyone else's. With good things to learn, there was no need to embarrass yourself. He had sparred with Gloomy, and felt that this type of wheel blade with chains was extremely suitable for Spirit Cultivator of Dark to use. While he was still at the Chuan Country, he had already sent people to quickly bring back the wheel blades he had captured back to the Feng Country.

"I don't know what darkness is, but I can tell you that our name is ? Dark Arrow!" The Spirit Cultivator of Dark that was speaking slowly walked towards the assassin. As he approached, the surrounding Hidden Arrow Crew began to approach one after another.

"Kill ?"

He was the first to shout out loud, and the katana in his hand flew towards the assassin.

The difference between the sabers and the dark sabers was that there was a hole in the middle. When flying in the air, they would let out a high and low whistle, which was abnormally sharp. It was very disturbing, and also had an indescribable sense of oppression.

The assassin wanted to parry with his blade, but a whistling sound came from all four directions. Looking ahead, more than ten wheel blades were flying towards him from all directions, but the worst thing was that the wheel blades' trajectory was still floating, sometimes above, sometimes below, making it impossible to defend, and it was impossible to judge in advance.

After the dozen or so wheeled blades had all flown close to him, the assassin shouted loudly and used all his strength to strike. With a series of crisp dang dang dang dang sounds, more than a dozen wheeled blades fell to the ground at the same time. But before he even had the chance to catch his breath, the round blade on the ground floated up again, and continued to fly towards him.

After a short while, the assassin did not manage to react in time, and only managed to dodge the attack. The assassin's ankle was bound by the chain of a spinning blade, and as the sword wielder forcefully pulled back, he was no longer able to stand, and fell onto his back.

"Ah ? ?" The assassin cried out in alarm. Exerting force into his waist, he stretched out his body and raised his spirit sword high up, wanting to cut off the chain that was wrapped around his ankle. However, before the spirit sword in his hand could cut down, another wheel blade whirled around his wrist.

He was startled and had no time to react before the chain wrapped around his wrist. His other wrist, along with his ankle, was once again entangled. This time, he was suspended upside down in midair, four chains tightly locking him in place.

He struggled fiercely, but unfortunately, his strength alone could not overcome the combined strength of these four. No matter how much strength he used, he was still unable to break free.

It was as if a whistle from hell had sounded in his ears again. Before he could see what was going on clearly, he suddenly felt a tightening sensation on his neck. It turned out that there was another chain wrapped around his neck.

"Those who attempt to assassinate the commander of our troops will be killed without mercy!"

Following a person's shout, the chains around his neck suddenly tightened, and after his spirit transformation, the spirit armor around his neck began to creak. If one looked closely at this moment, they would clearly see that the spirit armor around his neck was gradually twisting and transforming.

"Roar!" Someone roared from above his head, and then, with a 'puchi' sound, the assassin's head was forcibly restrained by the chain.

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