Creation Color Master

Along the way back, Bai Yifei led the White Armor Army and followed Ge Xin all the way.

What shocked them most along the way was that all the roads they had traveled were secretly excavated mountain roads. Not only were they extremely hidden, but they were also extremely narrow, only wide enough for one person and one horse to pass through.

Such a huge project, completed secretly without anyone noticing, cannot be completed overnight.

Han Yifei walked in second, following behind Ge Xin. Looking at the project, he secretly calculated and pondered the questions in his mind.

If ordinary soldiers were to dig it, even with 10,000 people it would take three years. But how could such an operation be undetected and without any mistakes in three years? It is obviously impossible.

Then, Bai Yifei suddenly had an idea and said, "Perhaps there is another possibility, that is, a master of the Mohist school."

From this, it can be seen that the God Punishment Organization is powerful and mysterious, and he couldn't help but admire it in his heart.

Thinking of this, Bai Yifei's eyes flashed with intelligence. I wonder what he was thinking in his heart?

The black jade Qilin, who was ranked third, was secretly drawing a map, and the route marked on it was exactly the path they had taken along the way.

Everything was done silently.

The road was only three feet wide, with smooth and hard mountain walls on both sides. The sound of horse hooves kept echoing in my ears.

We climbed all the way until the sky turned white and finally arrived at Dengtianai.

Looking up, everyone was shocked at the Dengtian Pass that was pierced into the white clouds.

After a brief stop, everyone followed Ge Xin and continued moving towards the military camp.

Soon, everyone climbed up a mountain that seemed to be cut in half. The area was very vast and could easily accommodate tens of thousands of troops. Military camps were everywhere.

Just when Ge Xin was about to lead everyone back to the camp, he was stopped by a figure.

"Captain of the Hundred Cavalry, Ge Xin, why did you only bring back ninety men today? Why did the other ten soldiers die?"

Ge Xin suddenly felt cold sweat pouring down his face, he finally couldn't escape the interrogation of Liangqu's divine servant.

Fortunately, I have already found a reason.

Ge Xin looked sad and said softly, "Sir, we were transporting supplies when we were discovered. I was afraid of delaying the trip, so I asked the ninety soldiers behind me to continue the mission, and I led the first squad to intercept and kill them."

"Unexpectedly, the other party pretended to be a pig and ate the tiger, deliberately luring us to go there."

"Fortunately, the first team remained calm in the face of danger, and everyone was fearless. Finally, with the cooperation of their subordinates, they successfully killed the man. All members of the first team died in the battle, and I was also seriously injured."

Liangqu's divine servant looked Ge Xin up and down and found that Ge Xin was indeed injured, so he was almost convinced.

The somewhat worried Qu Liang Divine Servant pondered for a moment and could not help asking, "All ten members of the first squad were killed. As the leader of the Hundred Riders, did you bring back the life cards and equipment of your brothers?"

Hearing this, Ge Xin nodded repeatedly and said, "Sir, I have brought them all back. Please have a look."

After he finished speaking, he slapped his storage bag, and immediately ten pieces of equipment fell to the ground. They were the equipment of the Nether Knights.

Then, as if the wound was affected, Ge Xin began to cough violently.

Liangqu Divine Servant looked at it quietly, then glanced at Ge Xin who was coughing non-stop, and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Okay, take the equipment back."

"Also, I have a healing pill here. Let me give it to you today." As he said this, he handed the jade bottle to Ge Xin and turned and left.

Ge Xin felt his heart beating violently, and only dared to exhale cautiously after Liangqu's divine servant had gone far away.

At the same time, he couldn't help but feel fortunate that Chu Mo was thoughtful and this interrogation could be easily passed.

Seeing that he had successfully deceived them, Ge Xin did not dare to stay for even a second and said to the ninety soldiers behind him, "Everyone, return to the camp."

At the Song family compound in Tianfeng Town, the six sword slaves were filled with sword intent, ready to kill anyone they saw.

A sword energy was swung out, and a guard holding a machete was pierced through the heart and died.

At this moment, the Song family compound was in chaos, and some maids were screaming and running around.

Song Ningkan, who was sitting in the hall, listened to the noise coming from outside and slammed the account book on the mahogany table in displeasure.

"Come here, what happened? Why are you making so much noise?"

Outside the courtyard, two figures who looked very similar, one blue and one green, were seen blocking the way of the Six Sword Slaves.

Song Yuanqing held the sword and looked at him coldly, his cold voice spreading throughout the courtyard.

"Who are you and why did you come to my Song family so blatantly to commit crimes?"

The young man in blue clothes at the side said with a look of hostility in his eyes: "Brother, they have come to our house to kill us, why are you still wasting time talking to them? Just kill them."

Then, the two men attacked directly with swords.

"Sword Art Magical Power - Fufeng Sword"

"Sword Art Magical Power - Windward Sword"

Both of their sword moves are based on speed, graceful and swift.

But in the eyes of the Six Sword Slaves, such sword moves were mainly for show, flashy and impractical, and had no offensive value at all.

Miehun and Zhuanpo broke away from the crowd and went straight to face the two men. As killers, their first move was naturally the killing sword. After only one round of fighting, the outcome was decided.

After only one move, the two sons of the Song family were injured. After three moves, they had become cold corpses on the ground.

After succeeding, the two men did not stop at all and attacked other people in the mansion. The battle became one-sided.

Perhaps because the quarrel outside was too loud, Song Ningkan finally opened the door of the study.

Just when he was about to lose his temper and reprimand the guards in the mansion, he was suddenly shocked by the scene in front of him and stood there in shock.

The courtyard was littered with corpses, blood was flowing like a river, and the strong smell of blood was overwhelming.

Especially when he saw two figures, one green and one blue, lying on the ground, Song Ningkan couldn't help but let out a howl.

"My son, who is it? Who killed my son?"

The six sword slaves who had cleared out the people in the mansion stood in a row among the corpses on the ground.

Looking at the killers with cold eyes and sword intent all around them, Song Ningkan couldn't help but frown and asked in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Who are you and why do you want to destroy my Song family?"

Zhen Gang frowned and said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense and let's fight."

Zhen Gang didn't want to waste time talking to him because they had to make a quick decision. Once they attracted the attention of the government, although they were not afraid, it would be very troublesome.

Seeing that he couldn't get the answer he wanted, Song Ningkan no longer held back. He stretched out his hand and a three-foot green sword fell into his hand. A trace of sword intent emerged from his body, and he rushed straight towards Zhen Gang who was in the lead.

"Sword Formation - Knot"

Suddenly, the six people became one, their figures intertwined back and forth, and turned into afterimages. Each of the six swords of King Yue was extraordinary, and the sword intent of the six people changed unpredictably.

Song Ningkan felt extremely frustrated after falling into the sword formation. He had devoted his entire life to studying the Gale Sword, but he couldn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.

Different sword intentions were rotated into battle, making it hard to guard against. After a fight, Song Ningkan had lost his composure and gradually became unable to defend himself.