The soldiers of Xiliang were indeed the most elite tiger and wolf army in the Great Zhou Dynasty. They seemed to have no idea what fear was. Facing the cliff, they were fearless, and they rushed out excitedly, stepped on iron ropes, and ran away wildly.

The city of Machinery is continuous on the wooden city tower on the cliffs.

A small flag appeared in Azhu's hand, with a half-silver-white mask, and her flames and red lips lightly opened.

"Serial crossbow!"

"Sprayer!"

"Mechanical beast!"

Every time Azhu shouted a name, she waved the small flag.

With the waving, the disciples of the Mo family moved one after another.

On the city tower of the city of the city.

There were clever equipment raised and aimed at the charge of the Xiliang soldiers on the iron chain.

The dark clouds that had accumulated in the sky for a long time finally couldn't bear it.

The raindrops as big as beans turned into bead curtains that stretched for thousands of miles and sprinkled from the clouds. The sky and the earth were hazy, making the atmosphere even more and more stern.

The raindrops hit the chains, hit the armor of the charge soldiers, and the wielding swords...splashed and shattered.

"kill!"

Azhu was flying in red, and the small flag in her hand suddenly threw out.

The small flag floated out of the city of Machinery and was swallowed by dense raindrops in an instant, and followed the flying waterfall and penetrated into the abyss!

sudden!

Twist!

In the crossbow cart, the sound of the rotation of the mechanism gears exploded and the entire city.

The thick crossbow arrow shot out, breaking through dense raindrops, pulling the rain curtain open the hollow arc. Then, dense crossbow arrows followed, roaring towards the Xiliang warriors on the eighty-one iron chains with the sound of breaking through the air.

The leader of the Xiliang warrior roared, his blood and blood swelled, and waved the long sword in his hand and slashed out.

Knife and crossbow collided.

The blade gradually collapsed, and before the warrior's roaring expression had dissipated, crossbow arrows pierced through his chest, blood splattered three feet away. The huge impulse drove the soldiers behind him to smash the iron chains and fell into the abyss!

However, the warriors of Xiliang were fearless and rushed to the iron chains with crossbow arrows.

...

Mo Liuqi wore a hat on his head, rode on the back of a donkey, holding a bamboo pole in his hand, and a carrot was hung on one end of the bamboo pole.

The donkey hummed and kept chasing the carrots.

Suddenly, Mo Liuqi straightened his body on the donkey's back and looked towards the direction of the Mojia Machinery City in Donghu.

He took off his hat.

Extend your hand and a round raindrop dripped from the gloomy sky.

The raindrops faintly reflected a beautiful red figure with a half-silver mask, dripping down his palm, shattering and splashing...

There was inexplicably heavy pressure and pressure that made him breathless, pressing his chest.

His face turned slightly pale.

The rain poured down.

The earth splashed hazy mist.

The scissors in Mo Liuqi's arms flew out automatically, cutting off the carrot rope.

The bamboo pole was thrown up by him and thrust hard on the donkey's buttocks.

"Bang!"

The originally lazy donkey suddenly screamed, and its hooves stomped on the rain and ran quickly.

...

Top of the city.

Between clouds and mist.

Mo Yihen, the world's No. 1 assassin, stood on it, letting the heavy rain pour his body through. He slowly pulled his sword, and the harsh sound of the sword body and the sword sheath rubbed it shattered drops of raindrops.

He pinched a smiling mask and slowly put it on. The rain gathered along the edge of the mask, like silk thread ticking on his chin.

He can't laugh, he can only use a mask instead of laughing.

Through the hollow of the mask, Mo Yihen's vision penetrated the lingering clouds and gazes, staring at the burly overlord standing on the chariot at the other end of the cliff.

This is his last mission.

Defend the city of the army to assassinate the overlord of the West County.

When the overlord on the chariot moved.

Mo Yihen was holding a smile mask and keeping his sword-drawing action. His slender legs began to walk along the roof of the city tower in the rain!

Finally, he jumped and smashed countless raindrops.

The rain slammed by, and his figure disappeared.
Chapter completed!