After the words came, there was no sound, because Long Junchen had already walked over in the rain curtain.

Long Junchen was in a very complicated mood at this time, frowned. He stood in the rain, closed his eyes and concentrated, digesting the information he had obtained from Yao Sanniang, and slowly opened his eyes. The light of his eyes seemed to have thrown a torch into the ancient well!

He plucked his hair and slowly and vigorously moved his facial muscles. His warm smile as always disappeared. His face was as hard as a glacier, and the golden light floating deep in his pupils was like a ghost fire. No one would be willing to look at him at this moment, and the fierce aura like a spear-gun scattered silently. Looking at his eyes, it was like a gun that was not deducted between his eyebrows.

Although Yao Sanniang did not explain the whole story to him, the grand third-rank official was just a small character who was threading needles in this matter, which was enough to prove that this matter was definitely not simple, and some big names would definitely be involved behind it. However, Long Junchen rubbed his chin and thought to himself, but, according to Yao Sanniang, the source of this matter was, many years ago, how should we check the source of this matter? And the sentence, "Only blood can clear the stains on reputation", what does this mean? Do these people still have to continue to silence them to clean up the stains? Then, after finding this point, will that group of people do it on themselves?!

Suddenly, Long Junchen seemed to think of something, suddenly raised his head, and his brows suddenly frowned. He felt something was wrong, and he seemed to feel something strange around him.

The next second, he suddenly twitched his nose and smelled a faint sweet smell. If ordinary people were to care about this sweetness, they would definitely not care about it, but Long Junchen keenly captured the source of this strange smell.

This is the smell of "Narrow Green Poison". The generals guarding the border in the capital like to use the most. Long Junchen is very familiar with this smell. After he looked around carefully, he suddenly felt that he was too careless. When he looked up, he found that he was in a narrow alley, with darkness in front and behind. If he called for help, no one would answer. As for why he wanted to call for help, Long Junchen could only smile bitterly and look at his head. On the not too high wall, dozens of men in black-clothed rain ponchos were greeting with bows and crossbows, with a firm and cold expression. As soon as Long Junchen looked up, the crossbows in the crossbow machine had disappeared! If the crossbows were gone, there was no need to say more about the self-disinfection.

Long Junchen had just rolled back half a step when a gust of arrows like a storm came, "Swoosh swish swish swish!" He stabbed hard at the range where Long Junchen was just now.

If Long Junchen had not had a keen sense of smell and a very good body technique, he would have escaped quickly when he saw the opportunity, he would have been shot into a piercing weapon immediately under the ambush rain of arrows.

However, Long Junchen had been practicing in Dragon Walker for many years and was also a powerful man in the demigod realm. So when he suddenly encountered an enemy attack, he was not panicked at all. He pulled out his waist knife and danced it. This was given to him by Long Lingtian. This knife was called the Snow-Zhong Jian. He took a desert to kill the enemy, and the Snow-Zhong Jian bravely.

Facing the rain of arrows all over the sky, this knife is naturally easier to use than a short and concise dragon-patterned dagger. The magic weapon is his signature. If it is not the moment of life and death, Long Junchen does not intend to use it.

I saw a ball of silver light flashing. Long Junchen continuously waved the sword in the snow. The raindrops were pierced by the blade. It seemed to slash unintentionally and seemed to be randomly attacking. It actually blocked most of the feather arrows. However, although there were not many archers on the other side, they were too close to each other and the arrows came too fast. Long Junchen reacted hastily and there were always places where he could not take care of him. After a few muffled groans, Long Junchen actually got an arrow on his leg and staggered to his knees on the ground.

Long Junchen groaned, and the dragon pattern bloodline in his body was running at high speed, as if he could not feel any pain at all. He pulled out the feather arrow that shot into his thigh, and the flesh flew, and Long Junchen's eyelids did not blink. After doing this, he quickly used the dragon pattern blood to force the toxins shot in the feather arrow in his body!

Long Junchen looked at the archers who were bent their bows and preparing to start the second round of shooting, and his heart was a little cold. Although the location of Zuichun Tower was not a major place in the capital, it was also within the capital. The country of China has been a great country for so many years. The capital of the capital, which is the most wise place, is even stricter. The singing of Pingle has been so popular that even ordinary murder cases are rare, let alone in broad daylight. Although it is covered by the night, assassination in the street will still shake the entire capital. The driving force behind it, the background can be imagined.

What makes people feel even more silence is that the big forces behind this can even use archers that belong to the army. These crossbows are all the configurations of imperial guards in the imperial court. In Kyoto, some people can kill people with archers, which has touched the bottom line of the imperial rule. But Long Junchen knew that since these people showed their faces, they were determined to kill themselves. Otherwise, once the matter spreads and traces the root cause, I am afraid that something can be found!

Long Junchen's thoughts were flashing, and he knew that the other party might be going to kill him today. While he was thinking, the other party's second round of arrow rain had arrived. Long Junchen groaned, and a hint of fierceness flashed across his eyes. He waved the sword in the snow in his hand to resist the rain of arrows from all directions. Dangdang, countless sounds sounded around him. In just a moment, hundreds of flying arrows were already shattered by his sword in the snow, and the remaining arrows were piled up around him. Long Junchen felt more and more panic. This was actually a good crossbow. This was not just an ordinary army, but a royal imperial guard!

However, for Long Junchen, no matter whether he is a royal imperial guard or a bandit, whenever someone wants his life, he will take the lead and take the enemy's life. Long Junchen groaned, and the cultivation in his body began to move rapidly like a high-temperature furnace. He jumped with his feet, took off, and rushed into the opponent's formation like an eagle fighting a rabbit.

The sword light poured snow, causing blood to be poured on. In one encounter, three heads were cut off. The heads fell from the neck with a rumbling look. After he succeeded, he had no intention of stopping. It was like a black shadow flashing among the archers, breaking through the chests and abdomen of several people, and blood was killed in the dark alley!

The other party seemed to have never expected that Long Junchen was so brave. When facing the royal imperial guards, his first reaction was not to surrender, but to start killing them, the royal imperial guards. You must know that if you kill them, you can be sentenced to death. Of course, if Long Junchen surrenders now, he will be dead!

Words to readers:

I like the Snow-Zhong Jianjian, so I named it. This knife is called the Snow-Zhong Jianjian..
Chapter completed!