The swaying black shadows, the broken dead branches, and the startled birds.

In the midst of the striking, Bao Daoyi shouted violently: "Who?" As soon as he finished speaking, the forest sounded loudly, and the sound of branches stomping on them came crackling. The woods in the dark night could not see the person's appearance. The soldiers guarding Fang La were caught off guard and were knocked out.

A human-shaped black shadow jumped up and flew through the air, rushing straight to Fang La on the big bluestone. On the rock, Fang La coughed twice, pushed her hand over, and held a palm against the black shadow.

The loud noise and the backward black shadows came into everyone's sight and hearing in the forest. The man flew straight through the tree and hit the tree. The tree body, which had not yet resumed, shook, and the leaves fell down.

"….. Cough cough..... I want to take my life with such skills... it's ridiculous..... Cough cough..." Fang La stood and said a few words, coughing so hard that she couldn't help. Fresh blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth, and she didn't even realize it.

Bao Daoyi stepped forward and pointed at the human figure with the tip of his sword. "Your Majesty, don't talk first, let me see which guy is desperate." He said, gently lifting the man's veil, his white eyebrows were eye-catching. When he looked at the face, he couldn't help but scream, "Duyi...how could it be him..."

"Master Bao Tian...what happened?"

What happened was so fast, and it was in the darkness that many people had not yet reacted. At this time, when he heard Bao Daoyi's words so surprised, Master Lu was confused and his tone was secretly guarded, "Does Master Tian know this assassin?"

"It's my second disciple..." Bao Daoyi said, which made everyone stunned and looked at him one after another.

Suddenly, Jin Duyi, who was originally sitting on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, and his whole body disappeared from the spot, rushing straight to the old man holding the sword, causing a gust of wind. Bao Daoyi shook his Taoist robe and kept moving. He moved backward and instantly pulled the distance away. Then he waved his sword and stabbed the opponent's door.

When the "Master" was about to fight, a burly man with a pair of Yin-Yang fish on his eyebrows shouted in the shadow, "You should enjoy a happy life!"

The tiger-headed hammer suddenly swung out of the darkness and hit Bao Daoyi's back with a bang. The old man's body stiffened and paused for a moment. The palm of the cold wind roared across the face came in an instant, and another bang, Bao Daoyi sprayed blood directly, and hit a tree pole as thick as a bowl.

With a bang, the tree broke in the waist and fell down with a bang.

The sudden change made everyone stunned. Fang La stood on the big bluestone, her lips and eyes were black, and she pointed at the two of them tremblingly, "...you...two...I understand all...who opens the North City Gate of Hangzhou...they are you two..."

"…..Captain Fang….You should say less."

A gloating sneer appeared on Jin Duyi's face, "That palm just now was poisonous."

"Zheng Biao"

On the other side of the broken tree stump, Bao Daoyi leaned on him and screamed with hissing, as if he wanted to use his last bit of strength, "How can I treat you as a teacher... Why do you betray me?"

"Because you are old and have insufficient enterprising spirit, you think you have a golden bowl when you are guarding the Ming Cult." Jin Duyi said first, causing Zheng Biao to wrinkle and look at him.

Then the cloak raised, and the figure slid out, and a palm hit the chest of Master Lu, who had not yet come back to his senses. A sudden blow directly killed the opponent.

"Another credit." Jin Duyi smiled, revealing his white teeth. He looked at Fang La, "... Master Fang, your head is the first credit for me and my senior brother. And... Killing you with your own hands can also make me famous throughout the world. After all, you are a thief."

"...Rat cough cough..." Fang La stared at him with gritted teeth. After walking for two steps, his whole body trembled with severe pain. "If I hadn't been injured... How could you hurt me... Cough cough..."

Jin Duyi walked towards the other party slowly, and the remaining Ming Cult soldiers were originally Fang La's personal soldiers, but they were pale in comparison to those who were more powerful in martial arts. Four or five soldiers shouted suddenly and rushed over with steel knives in their hands. They were obviously already outside the crossroads of life and death, and they cut off several swords and moved forward. However, wasn't Jin Duyi able to compete with these soldiers? The opponent rushed over directly, and one palm came over, slapped his forehead and immediately shattered, slamming his chest and spitting blood and dancing in the air.

"Master Fang, it's your turn...well?"

Jin Duyi moved his feet, but was pulled by someone. When he looked down, a soldier with his sternum sank was sunken and held his ankle tightly, his mouth was stained with blood, his face was as paper as hard as a piece of paper, and he shouted hoarsely: "...Go away quickly...Go away quickly, leader."

"Tsk tsk... so loyal..." Jin Duyi retracted his gaze and turned to Fang La. Then, the other person raised his head and kicked it hard. The soldier's body flew out like a cannonball, his head exploded in the air, and his flesh and brain fell to the ground with the body.

A sad look flashed in Fang La's eyes, his whole body was trembling, and he struggled. He looked at the corpse all over the ground, his mouth squirmed, wanting to say something...

The golden pigeonies over there walked towards him.

"...I Bao Daoyi, I have lived to be seventy years old and I have known my destiny, but why am I doing so hard? Do you really think I am a high-ranking official? I am crazy, I am for you..."

Under the broken tree, the old man was already exhausted and his lights were gone. The sound of his words was not loud, but he hit Zheng Biao with great strength, making him tremble all over.

Zheng Biao's huge body slowly walked over, and the tiger-headed hammer fell to the side, kneeling down at the old man who had no sound.

………

On the big bluestone, Jin Duyi rushed over.

Fang La opened her eyes, and her anger bloomed. She waved her hand and shook her robe, as if she was driving away a flies. The other party's figure flew out directly, fell to the ground and rolled a few times, then half-kneeled and raised her gaze.

"You are just a rat who steals the cat..." Fang La's surface was calm on the bluestone, but the momentum suddenly rose up as if he had returned to the peak of the moment when he had reached the top of the Nine Five Lords.

"... Since I founded the Ming Cult, I have tried my best to erase the influence of the Moyun Cult in the Western Regions, and who among you knows the hardships... Originally, Yongle was first established... slowly removed the dirty guys in the sect and built the real Yongle again. It's a pity..." Fang La's voice slowly fluttered in the night wind, "It's a pity that it's just a flash in the pan..."

He closed his eyes and his body gradually stopped trembling.

“…I am the first emperor in Yongle…and the last one…”

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, proudly raised his head, and a brilliance flashed in his eyes. At that moment, the sound suddenly rose in the woods and the night sky, and the wind brought his powerful voice to the distance.

"How can I die at the hands of a villain like you?"

His broad palm slammed his forehead and his forehead was broken.

Jin Duyi looked at the shattered corpse in a daze, and then ravaged his motionless body madly. Behind him, Zheng Biao slowly stood up and picked up the tiger-head hammer and walked towards him.

"Junior brother..."

"You did a lot of things wrong...it doesn't matter, but this time I was wrong too much."

He said in a deep voice.

……………………

"I'm right." Jin Duyi turned around and roared hysterically.

Then the tiger-headed hammer hit him.
Chapter completed!