Martial Arts Assassin Master

Chapter 211 Infiltrate the Enemy Camp
After a while, Bai Zheng turned outside the barracks.

The barracks in front of me were brightly lit, as bright as day.

There are also many Arrow Tower sentry guards here.

The archers stayed on top, constantly patrolling around.

Every once in a while, someone will change shifts to ensure that the archers on duty are not lazy and dozing off.

This was also specially prepared by Bai Zhengfan to guard against Zhuge Ling's sneak attack.

But this kind of difficulty did not trouble Zhao Fanxing.

No matter how tight the enemy's defenses were, he still used lightness kung fu to cross the high wall and enter the barracks.

Along the way, Zhao Fanxing also moved around on the roof, trying to stay in the blind spot of the archer's sight.

When he encountered something that was really unavoidable, he used the "Little Li Flying Knife" to assassinate the target with the "Flame Flying Knife".

After these archers were killed, their bodies were quickly set on fire and reduced to ashes.

With this move, Zhao Fanxing moved easily in the barracks and reached the core area.

He also started setting fires throughout the barracks.

Although there were archers standing guard on the high ground and soldiers below, more people still fell asleep and had a good rest.

And Zhao Fanxing also successfully set fire without anyone noticing.

After a while, the barracks were on fire everywhere.

The soldiers realized the problem when they saw the thick smoke, and hurriedly set off to put out the fire.

But they were still a step too slow, the fire was too big to be controlled.

Zhao Fanxing was lying on the roof of an arrow tower, looking at the scene in front of him, feeling an indescribable pride in his heart.

The shouts were endless: "It's on fire! Everyone, come and put out the fire."

The entire barracks was in chaos, and they began to extinguish the fire in a hurry.

But at this moment, there was an earth-shattering cry of killing outside.

Zhuge Ling led the elite of the city, and rushed towards Bai Zhengfan's barracks.

Seeing such a situation, Zhao Fanxing couldn't help admiring Zhuge Ling's courage.

At this time, Bai Zhengfan also woke up like a dream, preventing the whole army from resisting.

But because of the fire, his troops have lost their morale and lost their previous combat effectiveness.

Zhuge Ling's troops became more and more courageous as they fought, and everyone wanted to make contributions.

Bai Zhengfan had no choice but to order the whole army to stick to it.

Zhao Fanxing did not give up on his enemies, but performed lightness kung fu and came to the core of the camp.

A white-haired old man in gray armor was staying there, arranging a retreat mission.

His brows were furrowed, and there was still sleepiness on his face.

But at this moment, a soldier rushed over and knelt down on one knee: "Report to General Bai, Zhuge Ling's troops are too fierce and we can't resist them."

The old man sighed: "I am so cautious, but in the end I still lose everything. Why is this?"

As he spoke, he ordered again: "The whole army retreats!"

The soldier nodded: "Yes, General Bai."

At this time, Zhao Fanxing completely figured out the identity of the old man, it was Bai Zhengfan.

He no longer hesitated, flew up, drew his sword out of its sheath, and performed the "Seven Styles of Overlord Sword".

"The violent wind of the sword!" Zhao Fanxing held the sword in both hands and rotated at high speed. The light of the sword was like a strong wind, sweeping toward the enemy.

Seeing this, the guards around Bai Zhengfan hurriedly waved their swords to resist.

But they were still a step too late, and were chopped off by the light of the knife, splitting into two pieces.

Zhao Fanxing also successfully killed the general in front of him.

Bai Zhengfan hastily pulled out the long sword from his waist and stabbed at his throat.

"One Finger of Consonance!" But Zhao Fanxing stretched out two fingers of his left hand at this moment, clamping the opponent's sword tip firmly.

At the same time, the long knife in his right hand also slashed obliquely.

Before Bai Zhengfan could react, he was beheaded with a single blow.

Blood gushed out from his neck, forming a cloud of blood.

After successfully killing the target, Zhao Fanxing also turned around immediately, ready to leave.

The archers hurriedly aimed at him, shooting sharp arrows like raindrops.

"Snow-melting knife technique!" But Zhao Fanxing's long knife flew up and down, swaying from side to side, and quickly split the sharp arrow flying towards him into two pieces, and shot it down to the ground.

He also used "Lingbo Weibu", flew up and left here.

The enemy's cavalry team wanted to catch up, but it was too late and could only watch him leave.

The system also prompts at this time: "Successfully complete the hidden mission, assassinate the enemy general Bai Zhengfan, reward 78000 practice points, and gain the opportunity to practice the 'Dog Beating Stick Technique'."

What? "Hit the dog with a stick"?Isn't this the fame stunt of the beggar gang?
Zhao Fanxing was both surprised and delighted, he never thought that he would have such a harvest.

However, in this way, he had to prepare a new weapon: a stick.

At this time, Zhao Fanxing once again thought of Mei Dayou, the number one blacksmith in the world.

If you want to build weapons, there is no one more suitable than this guy.

However, now that the crisis in Genshan City and Tanlang City has been resolved, he has no worries and can leave with peace of mind.

At this time, Zhuge Ling had already led the army, wiped out all the enemies without a leader, and returned in triumph.

A few days later, at noon, Cast Iron was in town.

Bathed in the cool spring breeze, Zhao Fanxing trekked all the way to Mei Dayou.

At this time, the blacksmith was still beating there "dingling, bangling".

If he is tired, he will sit down, drink a cup of tea, and then continue working.

This is Mei Dayou's life. No matter whether he succeeds or fails, he always forges iron.

This is also the secret of his success.

Zhao Fanxing stepped forward, cupped his hands and said, "Senior, this junior wants to build a stick."

Mei Dayou didn't look up, but asked, "What kind of stick? Wooden stick or iron stick?"

Zhao Fanxing said: "The younger generation doesn't know, as long as it's suitable."

Mei Dayou took out a "Moon Stone" from the box behind him and said, "Boy, I can help you build a stick that can be stretched and shortened, but you have to do one thing for me."

Zhao Fanxing asked curiously: "Senior, what do you want?"

Mei Dayou said, "I want you to help me kill someone."

Zhao Fanxing asked: "Who is it?"

Mei Dayou replied, "One of Xu Beifeng's generals is named Yeluhao."

This surprised Zhao Fanxing: "Oh? You actually want to kill him?"

Mei Dayou said: "Yes, my friend used to be his soldier, but he made my friend a scapegoat in order to get promoted and get rich."

While speaking, his eye sockets were slightly red, and his mouth was also twitching.

Zhao Fanxing suddenly realized: "So that's the case. I agree to your request."

Mei Dayou said with satisfaction: "Very good."

Before he finished speaking, he put the "Moon Stone" into the furnace and started a series of beating and forging.

A few hours later, a blue stick was forged.

Mei Dayou handed him the stick: "This stick is my gift to you, remember, bring Yeluhao's head."

Zhao Fanxing nodded: "No problem."

He took the stick and looked at it carefully.

I saw a button on it. When touched, the 1.5-meter-long stick immediately shortened to the length of a chopstick.

Flick the switch again and the stick returns to its original shape.

Zhao Fanxing was surprised and delighted, and hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, senior!"

Before he finished speaking, he performed lightness kung fu, turned around and left.

(End of this chapter)