"If Qin Leyin can also borrow the spiritual sea of ​​Platinum Tower..."

"Don't worry about this. Platinum Tower will only identify one owner. No one can transfer Platinum Tower except the principal. Otherwise, the position of vice principal would have appeared in the Imperial Court."

"How to solve Lou Yinhai?"

"That night, Lou Yinhai will be transferred to the Yanjing area. It will take at least half an hour for him to rush back to the academy. This time is enough for you to blow up the Platinum Tower."

"If the teachers living in the imperial court come to support..."

"Please do whatever you want, but if you have the conditions, please try to be merciful. The teachers of the Imperial Academy are all pragmatic and kind people, and are definitely not our enemies."

One question was answered, and one by one, and after another, the shocking assassination plan took shape in more than ten minutes. There was a reason for the discussion so quickly, because they all tacitly ignored an important issue - how to retreat.

Because it's useless to mention it.

Not to mention that they are going to make trouble in Yanjing, it is already a death sentence. If Cha Huan really dies, it is considered as a shame for Yanjing Wuzhu to escape from Yanjing.

Cha Huan has been the president of the Imperial College for more than 20 years. He has been famous all over the world and is praised by everyone. Whether he hates him or respects him, his death must be ended with a sea of ​​corpses and blood. Moreover, several of Yanjing Wuzhu are his students - they are sincere in their desire to die, but it is also sincere in their revenge for Cha Huan afterwards.

In addition, although they all gathered together because of their common goals, these forces are also hostile to each other. After all, everyone's ultimate goal is to take over Yanjing and seize Huiyao. It's okay before Cha Huan died. After Cha Huan died, let alone help each other, it is considered that no one in the country has martial ethics when he escapes.

Everyone has a clear idea of ​​how to retreat and escape: life and death have their own destiny, and each depends on its ability.

"Then, that's it." said Yan Shang, a native of Huxin, "The operation time is midnight in the morning three days later. The interception location of the interception group has been determined. The search group and the hand-killing group are temporarily set to gather at the gate of the Imperial Court. After you go back, let your respective forces encourage Qin Leyin to become the acting principal in the next two days, and try to hint to Cha Huan that the reason they did this was because Qin Leyin bought them, which made Cha Huan reduce his impression of Qin Leyin."

"If Cha Huan refuses to give in, plan as usual; if he wants, then combine the two and solve the problem with Qinleyin and Baijin Tower."

"I have no time or need to say anything else." Yan Shang looked around for a while, and the phantom's eyes flashed past the thugs hidden in the shadows: "After all our efforts, under the brilliance of the Holy Sword, may be dream bubbles. Even if they succeed, just like the sword-seeking battle in the Imperial Court, there will always be only one winner."

"I know, there will definitely be people who will retreat afterwards and refuse to participate; and some will turn against each other in the face of the battle and only seek to survive. These are reasonable, because our goal is the longest history, the greatest glory, the most powerful force in the world, the holy sword, the shining sword. For two thousand years, no one can touch it except the shining royal family, and even we are just to lift its mysterious veil."

"Once things are done, everyone here will not exceed the number of people who can leave Yan Jing alive."

"Why do we still have to do this rebellious act? For the lord, for gold and silver, for the future?"

Yan Shuai's voice was a little dazed: "I had been chasing the Holy Sword Huiyao for a long time ago. It was obviously a matter of no benefit, but it would cause death. However, I was happy with it, and I had almost no idea of ​​giving up, and I was wholeheartedly pursuing its afterglow."

"Why? When I wake up occasionally, I will ask myself this question, why am I obsessed with it? Why is my fanaticism about it almost instinct, and even surpassing all desires?"

"I thought about it for a long time before I got the answer." Yan Shang, a man from Huxin, said: "Because, the Holy Sword Huiyao should belong to me."

"I was born in a country called Huiyao. I have listened to Huiyao's stories since I was a child. My stable childhood was entirely due to Huiyao's protection. The society on the verge of collapse was not stiff because Huiyao died. The ambitious heroes feared Huiyao's quiet protection of the country, and millions of people achieved barely peace because of Huiyao."

"From the emperor to the common people, it is closely related to all things in the world and all living beings. It is the origin of humanities, technology, and art. It is a symbol of the country and the destination of all living beings."

"Since the royal family hung the Holy Sword Radiance upside down on each of us, don't blame us for reaching out to touch it."

"The Holy Sword Huiyao is not only part of the Ming royal family."

Yan Shuo, a man in the heart of Hu, made a right fist and beat his chest: "It belongs to me."

"It's yours, too."

"After you die, please don't rush to leave. Prepare a banquet below first. If anyone is lucky enough to survive and see the style of the Holy Sword and wait until they reunite, please don't be stingy, so that our predecessors who died on the road will also know how brilliant the things they pursue are."

The man in the lake clasped his fists around and signaled that the curse hunter had a hoarse laugh: "Haha, you, the rat with your head and tail, still said you didn't have time, but you said a lot of useless nonsense!"

"Please forgive me for the zombie hunter." Yan Shao smiled bitterly.

"But your last sentence has a little meaning." The zombie hunter sneered: "It's just that the blasting scale wine in our Canglan District, you outsiders can't stand it alive. Wouldn't you betray the soul when you die?"

"What is the blue turbid wine? The ale wine in my sky can melt ice and snow for thousands of years!" The Brotherhood's "Food Immortal" laughed loudly.

"Youyun's mutton, let your tongue eat it." The messenger suddenly said.

"How can the banquet be without a face? The big gun face of the Three Guns is enough to make you all look like a full-fledged ghost." Yan Fenqiu also echoed.

Noting that his eyes were staring at him, Leyu blinked and said, "Then I recommend iced honey pork tea."

If Leyu had a sense of superiority in IQ just now because he could deceive them, then he would no longer despise this group of people.

They had no fun, so they had only made this crazy assassination plan in just over a dozen minutes; they were all blood-licking madmen with firm minds, so even though they knew that there was no life in ten deaths, they could still face it without fear.

In this world, Leyu is not the only one who dares to fight for his life without any scruples.

"So, I hope the wine and food are cold and we haven't attended the meeting yet."

Yan Shu, a man in the heart of the lake, said, "Everyone, live well, die again when you see the Holy Sword Huiyao."

With a thud, the people in the lake turned into a splash of water and merged into the Jingxin Lake.

After a moment of silence, three figures appeared on the side of the Cursed Hunter and swung over the wall and left. After listening to the introduction of the Cursed Hunter by the Lakers, no one would attack them - no matter whether they win or lose, they would be cursed, which is definitely a loss.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Leyu also left the rockery directly, took out some golden small books and followed the way back to the imperial courtyard.

However, before he could go far, he could clearly hear the footsteps following behind him!

what the hell!?

Didn’t you agree to have a meal, sleep and have a tea together? I just said it with confidence, but now I’m just distorted?

Leyu did not dare to stay, gave up covering up, and went straight into the dark alley to run wildly. However, Yan Jing's lighting was too good, and even the darkest alley could be shining in. The people behind him suddenly accelerated, and a violent wind sounded in his ears. Leyu's hood was cut into a crack. He felt a sudden suction force of his body, as if invisible air was pulling him!

Bite Warfare·Wang Jie Yuyong!

Yu Yong with his right hand dissolved the sword light, and with his left hand bite and hit the head hard!

Leyu turned around and attacked the attacker's long sword to one side. The light of the left fist teared open the attacker's hood, revealing a hideous and rough northerner's face!

Lucky wins, Leyu dares not stop at all, and directly pushes his palm and scatters light and retreats: "The messenger of the Grass Cutting the Grass, I have no grudges with you, why are you--"

"No grudges!" The attacker let out a low roar, "The old general of the fish silkworm is 65 years old and is ready to return home to enjoy his old age. He was killed by your sword-hiding assassin. You said there is no grudges!"

The music uttered - how long it took for the romantic life to fall. He had just pretended to be a hidden sword assassin, and the retribution for the present life will come soon!

"I don't know him!"

"The veteran general doesn't know the Sword Assassin either!"

The Grass-cutting Messenger raised his sword and chased him from a distance: "You can't escape!"

The sword blade fell, and the invisible light burst through the distance of ten meters. Although Leyu avoided it, the space where the sword light passed by briefly formed a vacuum space. Leyu suddenly felt the attraction backwards and could not retreat at all. Instead, it was pushed towards the Grass Cutting Messenger by the atmospheric pressure. However, the Grass Cutting Messenger who stepped into the vacuum space was pushed by the atmospheric pressure and attacked Leyu like a meteor!

As soon as he retreated and advanced, it looked like Leyu was actively rushing to the tip of the sword of the Grass-Slaying Messenger!

Damn! Your trick is a bit mysterious!

Just as he was about to be killed due to hair color, Leyu directly launched the "Veve of Disputes" to create absolute darkness, avoiding the slash and running away.

In the darkness, the voice of the Grass-Slaying Messenger rang again: "You can't escape because..."

Leyu walked out of the dark realm and was only a few steps away from this alley.

But he stopped.

Because at the entrance of the alley, there was a grass-cutting messenger who also held a long sword.

"The envoy of the grass-cutting envoy vowed to kill the sword-cutting assassin you saw and avenge the old general." The envoy of the grass-cutting envoy behind Leyu said with a hatred.

"With a veil of dispute, it seems that you have a good relationship with that leader." The second messenger of the grass-cutting army said as cold as steel: "Killing you and stealing the magic weapon will surely make the leader heartbroken!"

Leyu suddenly remembered that just now, the people in Huxin kept advising the messenger to calm down and not be excited.

He thought that the Grass Cutting Envoy was already very murderous, or had a grudge against others. Looking back now, the Grass Cutting Envoy obviously discovered him, so he couldn't help but kill him and wanted to pull out all his white hair on the spot!

Speaking of which, Leyu felt that this scene seemed familiar: because of the magic weapon of the Assassin Leader, it was considered to have a special relationship with the Assassin Leader, and then it attracted the pursuit...

The envoy of the grass cutting, Youyun District, the white army, the old general...

"I remembered it." Leyu sighed.

"Have you thought of your last words?" The two messengers approached Le Yu.

"I just remembered an old friend named Mr. Tie. I don't know how he has been doing recently." Leyu shrugged and clapped his palms: "Do you think you've already taken me?"

"You can try to escape." The Grass Cutting Messenger sneered: "The Grass Cutting Messenger is best at cutting weeds and roots."

"Escape? No need."

Leyu took out a small hand gun, and a signal flare appeared in the sky, and then shouted:

"Someone sets a fire! Come and put out the fire!"

The two slashers were stunned for a moment. It seemed that they were the first time they encountered such a shameless and witty enemy, and then immediately killed Leyu. Leyu barely deflected his body, and at the cost of a slight injury, he shot out a bite and forced them to retreat, and then quickly climbed over the wall and ran away.

Just when the envoy was about to chase after him, a thunder came from the entrance of the alley:

"The Statistics Department is here! The people inside are surrendered!"

At the same time as the sound, there was a gun sound. The grass-cutting messenger looked at each other and cursed inwardly, decisively gave up chasing the assassin of the Tibetan Sword, and turned around and ran away.

The Yan Tong came so quickly?

Le Yu, who was hiding in the corner, dared not move, and was about to wait for Yan Tong to leave before leaving. If it was not necessary, he did not want to meet Yan Tong with his current skin. However, after a while, there was no footsteps in the alley, as if the thunder tremble had just been a hallucination.

Leyu suddenly realized something and immediately stood up and continued to run away. However, at this moment, a familiar joking voice sounded on his head:

"It's so embarrassing, just like a betrayal dog. What should I call you in the future? The scabbard zither is the yin, the betrayal dog is the yin, or... the hidden sword assassin is the yin?"

Leyu raised her head with a dark face.

I saw Chenchen sitting on the branch with his cicada, his calves swaying in the air, his cute little face with a sarcastic smile, he held his hands in front of his chest, and looked down at him arrogantly.

Leyu silently climbed onto the wall and stood up, and the rinu stood up. However, due to the height difference, even if he stood on a higher branch, he still had to look up at Leyu.

"Good evening, I'll hold the cicadas fat."
Chapter completed!