As the sky gradually darkened, Xiao Jingyang, wearing an enemy's armor, took advantage of the darkness and used Qing Kung Fu to fly behind the pile of rocks next to the camp.

The civil strife and power struggles in recent years have caused most of the country's financial expenditures to be disrupted. Many of the soldiers' armors are as light as thin wings, a thin layer of iron sheets, and have no protective effect at all.

However, this does have some advantages for Xiao Jingyang, that is, his speed will not slow down, and the speed of Qing Gong is as fast as before.

After checking his pants and clothes and confirming that they were correct, Xiao Jingyang flew into the camp.

Finding a place where no one was around, Xiao Jingyang sat down quietly.

He had just observed it for a long time and had determined that King Yu's tent was the one in the middle.

Because he saw many generals walking in and out, including Xu Anmo.

This also proves that it is definitely not him who lives there, it can only be King Yu.

Xiao Jingyang closed his eyes, calmed down, and rested as much as possible. Of course, if someone came around, Xiao Jingyang could react immediately.

I don't know how long it took, but Xiao Jingyang also changed his position nearly three times, and silly sounds were heard all around.

Xiao Jingyang opened his eyes, stood up, looked around, and walked lightly towards King Yu's tent.

After the patrol team walked away, Xiao Jingyang came to the back of the tent, took out the sword from the system space, slashed the tent with the sword, and quickly rushed in with the internal force in his body.

Xiao Jingyang never wanted to waste any time, so he struck directly at the bed with his sword.

A man opened his quilt and was directly pierced by the sword.

Looking at this unfamiliar face, Xiao Jingyang secretly said something bad.

"TNND! Oh my god!"

The person on the bed was not King Yu at all. Xiao Jingyang's expression changed and he turned around and planned to leave.

The next moment, countless soldiers rushed in with sharp blades and surrounded Xiao Jingyang.

There were even dozens of soldiers rushing in from Xiao Jingyang's entrance just now.

Xiao Jingyang pulled out the sword from the corpse on the bed, cursed secretly, then sighed, raised his sword and rushed towards the crowd.

In this situation where you are surrounded by many people, the effect of a gun is indeed not as good as a sword.

Although a gun can be used to distance people, after all, the only place where you can kill someone is the tip of the gun. Even if you use it like an arm, you still have to open it wide and close it.

In a close encirclement battle, it is taboo to open and close in large numbers.

The internal force in Xiao Jingyang's body was running, and he threw out several iron bullets. The soldiers in front of him fell down in response, and they were all in great pain.

The tent is so big, it's impossible for hundreds of people to crowd into it.

Xiao Jingyang followed up with his sword, and one strike with the sword was enough to kill someone.

In less than a minute, Xiao Jingyang's body was soaked, his hands were covered with blood, and the ground was soaked in red.

I don't know how many people died, and the soldiers didn't dare to attack anymore.

In Daliang's army, except for the Yunnan side and the one under King Jing, there are basically not many iron-blooded ones. When they saw this killing god, they were a little afraid to attack.

Xiao Jingyang swung his sword and took this opportunity to rush out of the tent.

"Yo! You can still come out? Not bad, not bad!"

King Yu's voice sounded in Xiao Jingyang's ears.

Xiao Jingyang followed the news and saw Prince Yu, Xu Anmo and other senior generals standing not far away, looking at him with a look on their faces.

King Yu recognized Xiao Jingyang, shook his head helplessly, and then said with a smile:

"Jingyang? I didn't expect that the person who came to assassinate me tonight was you!"

"I even thought it would be Meng Zhi!"

Xiao Jingyang didn't speak, he raised his head and looked at him quietly.

"I used to think that I treated you well. When Uncle Ji asked me to take you back, I agreed without saying a word. I even made a special trip to Langya Mountain. Every year on my birthday, I was given gifts. I even often ask you to go to the palace to meet me. I treat you like this, and you actually come to kill me today?"

"You rebelled!" Xiao Jingyang replied lightly, looking at him firmly.

King Yu saw the ridicule in his eyes, and he was furious.

"I rebelled? Can I be called a rebel?"

King Yu was poked in a painful spot and seemed to be going crazy, roaring loudly:

"Do you really think Jamel Xiao is a good person? Why can't you be a good Prince Ji and insist on getting involved in such things?"

"I tell you the truth, I have God helping me!"

King Yu's tone suddenly changed, and he looked crazy, as if he was possessed by something.

"My vanguard battalion was killed by you yesterday morning, right? Not bad, good martial arts! Good ability!"

"But so what? God has given me instructions. The reason why I arrived overnight, why I didn't enter your ambush in the camp, and why I didn't let the troops drink the water below, is because I received God's revelation. "

"The gods are on my side!"

"God?" Xiao Jingyang frowned, which made him somewhat unexpected.

King Yu did have a problem this time. He asked the troops to come here quickly without any hesitation and stop.

If it weren't for the fact that he knew the plot and had made preparations in advance, he asked Meng Zhi to set up an ambush on the mountain and asked the old beggar to inform people to find Nihuang.

Now the entire Jiuhua Mountain is probably bleeding like a river.

"The Lord God told me that someone came to assassinate me tonight. Tell me, how should I lose?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

King Yu pulled out the sword from his waist and laughed loudly.

After the laughter stopped, King Yu said again:

"Jingyang! You are the child with the best martial arts in our royal family. If you are willing to support me as emperor, then you will still be Prince Ji in the future, and you will still be the best martial arts master in our Daliang royal family."

"Why take risks again? Wouldn't it be better to study martial arts well and become a grandmaster as soon as possible?"

Prince Yu still has a love for Xiao Jingyang's talent. If he becomes emperor in the future, Xiao Jingyang's promotion of the majesty of the royal family will be unparalleled.

"Okay!" Xiao Jingyang smiled and shook his head.

"There is no need to do this. There are so many things. If you want to fight, just fight. If you want to kill, just kill."

"I was brought up by Lin Shu and Jamel Xiao when I was a child."

After Xiao Jingyang finished speaking, the internal energy in his body was running wildly, and a large amount of internal energy was concentrated in his hands. Then with a flick, more than a dozen flying knives came out of the void and rushed straight towards senior generals such as King Yu.

The distance was not very close, so King Yu quickly took a small step back due to his frightened conditioned reflex.

But that's all he could do. The next moment, the flying knife passed through his shoulder.

King Yu felt a stabbing pain in his shoulder, his face instantly turned pale, he gritted his teeth, and his body was trembling.

Most of the generals around him fell to the ground, with flying knives stuck in their throats, and they were breathless.

Xu Anmo was even worse. He had a flying knife stuck in the center of his head, which was carved into his skull and inserted forcefully.

King Yu felt hatred in his heart, and regardless of his physical injuries, he shouted loudly:
Chapter completed!