He killed someone with one arrow, and Wuming took advantage of the surprise of the other two sneak attackers and went to chase a killer.

At one time, seven sword saints, one magician, and three large crossbow machines were used. This was a big deal. Wuming only followed the killer and moved quickly, never allowing the other party to find someone following him.

He knew that this attack was obviously something that had been prepared for a long time. If it was a temporary intention, it would be difficult to prepare the seven sword saints. It would be impossible to put the three crossbow machines in the most correct position without knowing it.

The killer can be ordered to kill him this time, so next time he can be ordered to kill Zhang Feng or even Apple. The nameless person who lost the villagers, the same thing is not allowed to happen!

Instead of running out of the city, the killer walked through several unmanned streets and jumped into a manor.

Wuming paused and turned over and entered the manor. The killer's figure flashed into the corridor of the house. Wuming followed two steps into the building and heard the sound of opening and closing the door coming from the building.

Wuming adjusted his breathing slightly, Zhan Nai slowly wandered in his body, instantly covering up all his signs of life.

Wuming quietly walked upstairs and stood not far outside the door and listened to the conversation in the room.

"Why are you the only one back?"

"Where are the others?"

Two different voices asked, and there were tense breathing sounds of more than a dozen people in the room at the same time.

The killer gasped and said weakly: "Failed." What?

More than a dozen different thicknesses in the room sounded at the same time.

"What did you say? Aren't you talking about the best killer?"

"I have long said that I would like to ask the killer city killer! You don't listen! You have to create a newly rising Anbu killer!"

"You agreed at that time!"

"Who said I agree?"

"Stop quarrel!" A slightly majestic voice suppressed the other people's speech. He asked quickly: "Is there only one you survived? Is there any way to kill that bastard?"

"It's not just me." The killer said truthfully: "Don't worry, our Ancient Ministry will definitely complete the commission! The City of Killer will do it. We will all! This time the information you provided is wrong, otherwise it will not fail!"

"Yeah?"

"That's good…"

Everyone's tone eased.

"Then you contact your Anbu! Last time you said you could kill Wuming, but that night I almost sent those killers to the police hall!"

"That's right! Hurry up! We children can't beat the untouchables in Feiteng Military Academy for nothing!"

"By the way! Call more people here this time. If it really doesn't work, go and assassinate those soldiers! By the way, there is also the little girl in Wuming's arms! He attaches great importance to her when he looks, if he can..."

"That's right! If you can get this hostage, maybe..."

After hearing this, Wuming's heart was three thousand feet tall, and the soldiers and apples were touched by two reverse scales at the same time. His murderous intent was constantly rippling in his heart. He could not care about the identity of the people in the room.

"careful…"

The killer was particularly sensitive to murderous aura, and Wuming's murderous aura was naturally sensed by him in an instant. The steel knife in his hand had just been pulled out.

Wuming held a knife in his right hand, opened his five fingers with his left hand, kicked open the door, and coldly glanced at the seventeen nobles in gorgeous clothes in the room.

These nobles were drinking around the dining table. When they saw Wuming breaking in with murderous intent on his face, they were shocked and the timid one sat on the ground.

The killer standing at the door didn't even have a chance to escape. Just as Wuming opened the door, Qian Sha Knife cut off his head.

"I want to touch my companions and apples

Wuming glanced coldly, even the nobles, they must not keep them!

"die!"

At the same time as the words came out, the nobleman who was about to struggle to stand up. The Wuming Qiankang Killing Knife suddenly slashed down, hitting the other person's face, and was chopped over with the seat.

Nobles, a group of people who enjoy privileges in any country. They are people who are qualified to be executed only by His Majesty the Emperor! Even if they commit crimes, civilians must not harm them. This is a system that has remained unchanged in various countries for many years.

Everyone thought Wuming would beat them up. No one would have thought Wuming would actually dare to kill someone.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but Wuming's hand was not soft at all. He turned around and stabbed him. The nobleman Qi Ergen had no chance to scream. He rushed to the ground and died on the spot.

Wuming succeeded with two swords. In the surprise of everyone, Qiankang Sword was like the sickle of the god of death. In the blink of an eye, twelve human heads flew into the air with blood columns.

At this time, the remaining two people finally recovered. The fattest nobleman stretched out his fingers tremblingly, pointed at Wuming and said, "You...you dare to kill the nobleman..."

"Neither?" Wuming smiled, and a drop of blood from the tip of Qiansha Knife hit the ground, a small blood flower bloomed, and Qiansha Knife cut off the other party's head.

The remaining two also drank a lot of celebration wine and did not have much strength, but they knew that if they wanted to leave, they could only resist.

The two of them pulled out the noble sword from their waists with their backhands and stabbed Wuming in the chest.

Wuming sneered, not to mention that these two people had drunk alcohol, even when they were sober, they were at most better than ordinary people. The declining nobles were not enterprising, but they only thought about how to harm others all day long. Damn it!

Wuming took the lead, the Qiankang Knife cut into the other party's head, and turned around and kicked another nobleman who rushed up.

thump…

Two sounds of objects to the bottom were heard in the room.

Wuming saw that there was wine and meat on the table, so he calmed down and walked out of the room with several glasses of strong wine. He was about to meet a nobleman in gorgeous clothes and walked upstairs happily.

The nobleman was stunned at first when he saw Wuming, and a few timid flashed in his eyes. He looked along the crack of the door beside Wuming, his eyes were filled with fear and disbelief. He rolled downstairs with soft feet.

Wuming couldn't let the other party get out of the building, jumped to block the other party's rolling, and said coldly: "From the smell of alcohol on your body, you are also one of these people."

"No...no...Wu Ming! I am a nobleman! If you kill me, you will destroy the nine clans!"

"Destroy the Nine Clans?" Wuming's face was as cold as the cold winter: "If you don't kill you, you will be really destroyed!"

A flash of sword light, Wuming chopped off the head of the eighteenth nobleman.

Looking at the blood stains on his body, Wuming frowned and walked out of the building, followed the corridor to the residence of the manor.

"I can't go out like this. Find a clean dress."

Wuming opened the doors of several rooms, but they were not bedrooms. He walked along the corridor to the middle of the house, and heard two women in the room whispering.

"Miss, do you think you can kill that Wuming this time?"

"Hmph! Why can't you? You girl don't know the power of Anbu at all."

"Miss, what is Anbu?"

"Anbe?" The land man who was called the Miss smiled proudly: "That's the only person who left alone alive from Killer City. Even the founder of Killer City praised him for his talent."

"Oh sister. This time, it's the killer you contacted personally. If Wuming is really killed, the patriarch will definitely reward you with great reward, right?"

"When I kill Wuming, I will kill all his subordinates! I dare to hit my brother, it seems that they have forgotten their identity."

Wuming had just killed nineteen people, but his murderous intent did not completely disappear. Hearing the words in the room, the murderous intent erupted again, and the fourth word of Qiankang Knife finally lit up completely. Wuming's eyes were even more violent.

The person in the room felt a huge murderous intent and hurriedly asked, "Who..."

Wuming raised his leg and kicked the door, and the entire door panel turned into pieces. Two young women in the room were shocked when they saw Wuming.

"You...you are Wuming!"

"That's right!"

Wuming heard someone touching his reverse scale twice in a row. He had already been completely red in his eyes. No matter whether he was facing a man or a woman, he cut over the maid who wanted to be born and reported to him, and walked step by step towards the real planner of the assassination.

"What do you...what do you want to do? I'm... aristocrat..." The woman retreated in fear.

Wuming smiled in a deep voice: "What? Do the nobles only say this before they die?"

"What...before you die...are you..."

"Yes!" Wuming held the Qiankang Sword and stabbed the woman in the lower abdomen, and said in his ear: "Plus. I killed nineteen nobles today!"

Wuming kicked the woman away with one foot. He pulled out the Qiankang Killing Sword and turned around and walked out of the door. The cool breeze blew to calm his head a little.

"I killed nineteen nobles?" Wuming looked at the Thousand Killing Sword in his hand. He looked at the blood in his body and murmured: "This knife... is so weird... it actually affects people's murderous intent..."

After a moment of froze, Wuming took back the knife and said lightly: "Even if there is no such knife, I will kill them the same this time."

After calming down, Wuming quickly found a few bedrooms, found a clean and fit samurai suit that was not particularly marked. He changed out of the blood-stained and ordinary warrior suit on the mountain, followed the original path and walked out of the yard, avoiding others' attention and walking towards the palace.

After several worships, Wuming was already very familiar with the etiquette of the palace. After seeing Sima Qingshan, the two of them waited outside the palace gate for a short time, and someone came to summon them to the palace.

Zhao Wuji was still wearing a dragon robe and sat high on the throne of the Golden Palace. Nalan Yuanshu was wearing a general attire in a wartime general. Domoto was a few important ministers and nobles, who were also standing on both sides. Each of them looked at Wuming and Sima Qingshan.

Nalan Yuanshu didn't even look at Sima Qingshan, staring at Wuming with both eyes, full of doubts.

According to his previous habits, Wuming first saluted Zhao Wuji, and then knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, I will summon Wuming to come and see him!"

The moment Sima Qingshan went to the hall, his eyes had never left Nalan Yuanshu. He then realized when he heard Wuming's words. He knelt down on the ground and shouted loudly: "Sima Moyi, Sima Qingshan kowtowed to His Majesty, long live long live long!"

"You are... you said you are a descendant of the Sima family?" Zhao Wuji's voice was a little trembling with excitement. Countless doubts suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Sima Qingshan! Sima Xuanyi's only surviving son of the Grand Marshal of the Shenlong Kingdom!" Sima Qingshan did not wait for Wuming to speak, and proudly fought on the spot. A pair of resentful eyes stared at Nalan Yuanshu.

The sharp and harsh voice was like the evil ghosts in the Nine Nether Hell, and everyone present had a chill at almost the same time.

Standing at His Highness, Nalan Yuanshu's face darkened, and he suddenly took a step forward, looking at Sima Qingshan with disdain. The Nalan family is no longer the same as before, and the Sima family has long been declining. No matter how ridiculous the emperor is, he knows which family has a greater value.

The enemies were particularly jealous when they met. For a moment, the murderous aura of the hall was everywhere, and the palace guards did not dare to be negligent. On weekdays, the peaceful and quiet palace hall was full of swords and swords.

"What are you doing in front of your Majesty?" Zhao Lengtong, who stood beside Zhao Wuji, had not spoken, snorted and scolded: "Let me retreat!"
To be continued...