Meng Li is a person who loves wine. Of course, there are very few soldiers who don't like wine. Therefore, when Li Feng pressed the back of his hand, he suddenly said dissatisfiedly: "Is there anything we can't discuss while drinking?"
Li Feng shook his head and said resolutely: "Of course not, this matter is too important. Besides, once this matter is accomplished, it will be a huge achievement!"
"Okay, go ahead!" Meng Li had no choice but to put down his wine glass.
"Xiao Huang, you should do the talking!" Li Feng looked at Song Yan and said.
"good!"
Song Yan was not polite and told Meng Li what he had said to Li Feng before.
After listening, Meng Li looked similar to Li Feng, both were very shocked.
"Xiao Huang, is your Qing Gong reliable? Once your Qing Gong goes wrong, we will be trapped on the opposite side!" Meng Li said worriedly.
"How about giving it a try?" Song Yan said.
"How to try?" Meng Li asked curiously.
"I'll take you to experience it. Each of you grabs one of my arms!" Song Yan ordered.
"good!"
Both of them reached out and grabbed one of Song Yan's arms.
"Walk!"
The figure flashed by, and the three of them disappeared into the private room in the restaurant. When they appeared again, they were already on the battlefield outside the city.
Li Feng and Meng Li were both very familiar with the terrain on the battlefield. After a little inspection, they judged that the distance between this place and the restaurant was about a hundred miles.
"It's really amazing!"
"Your Qinggong is simply unparalleled in the world!"
After the two felt the magic of the Great Teleportation Technique, they couldn't help but praise it.
"Let's go back!"
The figure flashed again, and the three of them returned to the private room of the restaurant.
"Will Lao Meng do this?"
After seeing the magic of Song Yan's Qinggong, Li Feng was very confident in his plan.
"No fool would do it!"
Meng Li nodded: "However, Xiao Huang is a bit dangerous in this plan!"
He considered that in the early stage of Grand Master Song Yancai, once the martial saint of the Shadow Demon Clan made a move against him, he would be very likely to be killed.
"yes!"
Li Feng also thought of this and looked at Song Yan worriedly.
"Don't worry, I won't make fun of my life!" As he spoke, Song Yan took out a set of armor that seemed to be bathed in flames.
"The ninth-grade spiritual weapon armor, with it, can at least block the full blow of the Martial Saint in the early stage!" Li Feng said.
Putting away the armor, Song Yan took out the purple electric sword and handed it to Li Feng: "This purple electric sword is also a ninth-grade spiritual weapon. I will lend it to you for use at night. This way, the chance of success will be greater! "
"Very good!"
Li Feng grabbed the Purple Lightning Sword and looked at it with surprise, and then said with envy: "You, a young master, can actually produce two ninth-grade spiritual weapons in the early stage of the master's career. It's really hateful!"
"They are all gifts from the elders!" Song Yan said with a smile.
"Why didn't anyone give me a gift?" Li Feng's expression became even more resentful.
Song Yan said: "If you can kill the Shadow Demon Clan Martial Saint this time, it shouldn't be difficult to ask the commander for a ninth-grade spiritual weapon!"
"Yeah, why didn't I think of that!"
Li Feng couldn't help but his eyes lit up. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something: "Should I say hello to the commander-in-chief about this matter?"
"Don't do it for now, wait until you kill the Shadow Demon Clan Martial Saint and give him a surprise!" Song Yan shook his head.
"Okay, that's what we've decided. Come, let's drink to our plan!"
"cheers!"
It's night, in the middle of the Dali Niu Demon Tribe's military camp.
In the captain's camp, the new captain had no intention of sleeping. He couldn't sleep even if the assassin couldn't catch him. Who knows if he would be beheaded by the assassin after falling asleep.
Ten expert guards guarded his camp. With their speed, they could enter the camp as soon as the assassin appeared.
The sky above the Blood River battlefield was covered with clouds. The sun could not be seen during the day, and the moon could not be seen at night.
It's extremely dark tonight, but there's no wind.
In response to Yue Hei Feng Gao Ye's words, it was Murder Ye's words.
The figure flashed by, and Song Yan appeared outside the military camp of the Dali Niu Demon Tribe with Li Feng and Meng Li.
In order not to affect their own speed, both of them went into battle lightly and did not wear armor.
With a thought in Song Yan's mind, he left Li Feng and Mengli where he was, but he moved to the military camp and released the sword puppet.
The sword puppet quickly lurked towards the central tent, and Song Yan moved back outside the military camp. Li and Feng both grabbed his arm in tacit understanding, and then the three of them moved to the military camp together.
The sword puppet has taken action.
And took the initiative to attack a guard.
Unfortunately, the other party was very vigilant and did not attack and hurt him.
After failing to hit the target, the sword puppet turned around and ran away.
After waiting for three days, the assassin finally came. The ten master guards held their breath in their hearts, so eight of them quickly chased after the sword puppet, leaving two to protect the captain.
Song Yan signaled to Li Feng and Meng Li, and then he disappeared directly and came to the camp!
The two guards happened to be standing on the left and right of the captain, acting as personal guards.
"Space is stagnant!"
In an instant, a small stagnant space formed.
"kill!"
The lightning-fast sword light quickly passed between the three people's necks.
Under the shadow outside the camp, Mo Xing's body almost blended with the darkness.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he turned into an invisible thin shadow and flew toward the tent.
He was very fast and reached the edge of the camp in an instant, just in time to see Song Yan swipe his sword across the necks of the three of them.
"It turns out that the assassin is a clan master!"
A flash of surprise flashed in Mo Xing's eyes, and he suddenly appeared above Song Yan, slapping his head with his palm.
But at this moment, a figure rushed into the camp.
The purple long sword turned into a ferocious and roaring sword dragon and crashed into the back of the demon star.
If his palm continued to fall, he would definitely kill the human master, but he didn't have much confidence in avoiding the purple sword dragon.
Moreover, he believed that the human master was just a bait, so he dodged and avoided it without hesitation.
But just as he was dodging, the top of the tent suddenly shattered, and a figure fell from the sky. The sword light he carried was like the Milky Way rewinding, shrouding Demon Star's entire body.
"This is a trap, a trap for me!"
Mo Xing figured out the key in an instant.
Unfortunately, all things considered, he couldn't dodge between the attacks of a human martial saint who was not weaker than him and had a ninth-grade spiritual weapon, and another human martial saint who was more than twice as strong as him.
"boom!"
"puff!"
Mo Xing vomited blood and flew backwards, and his face instantly became as pale as paper.
But Li Feng and Meng Li would not give him a chance to breathe, and attacked him again with swords and swords.
This time, the seriously injured Demon Star was directly penetrated through the head and heart.
From Mo Xing's camp attack on Song Yan, to Li Feng and Meng Li's sneak attack on Mo Xing, to killing him, the whole process took exactly two seconds.
And the effect of spatial stagnation has just dissipated.
"It's done!"
Li Feng grinned at Song Yan.
"Put the body away and let's go!"
Song Yan reminded.
"good!"
Li Feng put away Mo Xing's body, then walked to him with Meng Li and grabbed his arm.
"Walk!"
As soon as he dodged, Song Yan led the two of them to the front of the sword puppet, put him into the storage ring, and then dodged and returned directly to the other side of the blood river.
Author's digression: The fourth update has arrived (to be continued)