Qi Yufeng hit a roll on the spot with his sword, hit the tent after the cannon, and then flew flat and straight into the smoke in the distance.
At least 5,000 archers are waiting behind him. Once they find out that they killed their Lord, they will be retaliated by crazy arrows and rain.
He flew like a hundred feet away in a row before slowly stopping. Although four smoky people shouted to kill the sky, he had found himself surrounded by six less people.
"Fortunately, it is out of the range of archery," Qi Yufeng said quietly to himself.
He looked up with awe and two Damascus daggers in his hand. A gust of wind blew through him, and his outline was clearly revealed. A big man in plate armor on the opposite side involuntarily stepped back a few steps, and his face was full of incredible expressions. "How is it possible for Arter armor …"
Before the other party left, Qi Yufeng suddenly flew like a whirlwind and danced like a swift eagle. The dagger in his hand seemed to extend part of his body, and a little blood flowed all over the sky, which was colorful and decadent against the firelight.
Qi Yufeng stabbed four people in the throat in a row, and when he was turning to the fifth person, there was a sudden deafening noise. He couldn’t help but turn his head and look back, but a shell was rowing an arc and heading straight for his foot.
When Qi Yufeng saw it, he was frightened and immediately converged with a double-edged cloak to protect his body. Seeing that the shell fell to the ground and splashed to air billow, Qi Yufeng borrowed a stamp and soared like the same Changhong. The remaining two warriors were shocked when they watched this person go into the ground. I stared at Qi Yufeng’s disappearance direction and ignored it.
The soldiers who besieged the city quickly received the signal. They turned their heads and rushed to Qi Yufeng in the direction of Qi Yufeng, carrying swords and rushing in like the wind. Everywhere, people were like wheat waves, and the soldiers fell down to the city. Seeing that he was so brave in silver and black armor, everyone forgot to breathe. I couldn’t help but forget that guarding the city was holding my breath and watching him rush to the front of the city in one breath.
Qi Yufeng took out a silver thin chain around his waist and left Chengtou in the city for three steps. He had already turned safely and raised a head from the lower back with one hand.
The Mahad couldn’t help big surprise busy shouted "strangled! Ah strangled! "
All the soldiers will be surprised and inexplicably shouted "strangled!" Ah strangled! "
When the enemy heard this, they didn’t panic and turned around and forgot that the main array was really chaotic. The princes and horses of all walks of life retreated immediately, and they fled back without fighting. This self-trampling, countless dead people threw flags and guns all the way, and all the troops fled to the west.
Gester looked at the crowd, but he couldn’t see his face with a hood. The teenager seemed to see the character in the story once again. "This is crazy …"
In the future, Qi Yufeng will have to clean up the battlefield, and he has quietly disappeared from his house. At this time, he has become a red man in front of Mahad. No one can disturb Qi Yufeng’s daily life without his orders.
Mahad, in front of the tent, ordered his subordinates to take advantage of the situation and go out of the city to kill all the people who would not listen to the order and immediately left the city one by one.
Gester looked at Tzu Chi’s complacency in front of the account. Mahad hesitated for a long time and finally said, "Mahad, we need to talk."
Mahad sat in the chair and toyed with a cup of fragrant tea. He glanced up at Gester and laughed. "Good old friend, then let’s talk."
Gester calmed down his mind and said slowly, "We are Hashshashin, assassins, thieves and stalkers. Our shadow with stealing and murdering spies is our specialty, and we are willing to bear the burden of hiding with a knife."
"Our Assassin dogma is to take the enemy by surprise and guard against carelessness by deception, concealment and behind-the-scenes intrigue …"
"I deny your success, but look at the oriental. What does he look like? He went up and down in the army, holding a staff and killing people like the undead god of war. This is not Hashshashin style. "
Mahad otherwise smiled and shook his head and said, "Gester, you are getting more and more old-fashioned. One of Hashshashin’s dogmas is to kill all pagans. He can bring us victory and death, so he is an excellent Hashshashin warrior."
Gester shook his head with anxiety. "This kind of power is beyond our control. Mahad will wake up one day. You have assassinated more than 30 enemies. Isn’t that enough? Destroy him. We have an old saying that he who digs a hole will drill himself, and the East has the same proverb that he who plays with fire will * * "
Mahad gulped down the tea in the cup, picked up the teacup made of gold, carefully looked at the gloomy surface pattern and said, "It’s not enough …"
Gester shook his head heavily, took a step back and said with disappointment, "You have been carried away by victory. The old man in the mountain is about to wake up, and I will personally state my opinion to him."
Mahad poured himself another cup of tea and said slowly, "Don’t forget my old friend, the army is in my hands now."
Gester couldn’t help shaking his body when he heard this. He shuddered and opened his eyes wide and asked, "What are you … what are you doing? Want to rebel? "
Mahad raised his hand without any trembling, and a thin thread poured out of the teapot without any ripple. So did his tone. "The old man in the mountain concealed his true purpose in the name of love and jihad. He called his rule a true god to protect us …"
Gester couldn’t help but rage. "That’s enough, Mahad. You’ve been controlled by delusion. Give up that ridiculous idea quickly!"
Mahad still said unhurriedly, "He forbade us from fighting and the Assassins from taking our land which belongs to our holy land. He said it was to prevent’ sacrifice’. In fact, he was obsessed with the position. He longed for the price of peace and truly promised to extend his rule in Artell, but in order to achieve this goal, we sacrificed our well-being. We really gave ourselves all the opportunities to gain glory."
Gester turned pale and trembled violently. He almost supported himself and held the corner of the table with one hand, and the table trembled with his body.
"What are you going to do?" Good half-day before he asked
"It’s very simple for Qi to kill this Lagarde and we will re-establish the Assassin dynasty." Mahad stood up and said confidently.
"As before, Mahad, your madness and ambition are irrational, and your delusion has eroded your mind. Fear is driving you to act," Gester Nye shook his head and said coldly.
When Mahad heard this, he suddenly looked up at the scholar and burst out laughing. His heart and face wrinkled as if he were king. "Well, the old friend Assassin Sect also needs your cooperation from the Secret Sect. It’s your pleasure to play for me."
When Gester entered Qi Yufeng’s residence early the next morning, Qi Yufeng was playing with two new weapons in his hand
"We need to talk about warriors," Gester said.
Qi Yufeng squared his hands with two newly-built sharp swords, which were made by the best craftsmen and the best refined iron of Assassin Sect. Only the second generation can match them when the sun shines brightly.
"It won’t keep you too long." Gester couldn’t help shuddering in the face of this arrogant assassin
"Good," Qi Yufeng replied. He thought the learning eyes were a little strange, as if he should not be so addicted to killing.
"Do you remember where you came from?" Gester asked carefully.
Qi Yufeng looked at the sword brand on his arm and shook his head. "I don’t remember."
"then what is your mission?"
"Kill the true God and kill all pagans."
"The messenger of the true God is …?"
"Mahad, he is the living spokesman of the true God."
"I see," Gester said slowly. "I will pray to the true God that he will always protect you. There are many difficult tests waiting for you."
As Gester slowly receded, Qi Yufeng suddenly looked up and asked, "Can I make a request?"
Gester wondered and asked, "What?" His heart suddenly got up.
"I want to learn our history and martial arts." Qi Yufeng’s pronunciation is still not so standard, but he has been able to express his meaning clearly in the past six months
Gester was relieved. He smiled. "Why not? You are our most precious warrior, and the Secret Sect is responsible for keeping the wisdom, knowledge and sacred system handed down from generation to generation in Hashshashin. You can come to me whenever you need it."
"Thank you, Master."

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