Da da!
The sound of horse hooves outside was a bit panicky, and then the four people in the carriage heard the shouts of the guards in front.
"who!"
Ye Wen was standing in the middle of the road, blocking the way of the convoy. The whole person is hidden under the cloak, and against the backdrop of the pouring rain, it gives people a mysterious feeling.
"What's going on outside!" Ye Xingyong looked at the seventh prince and Yan Lao with a chill on their faces, and shouted outside.
A guard drove his horse over and said, "Master, someone is blocking the way."
Ye Xingyong opened the curtain, and the pouring rain interfered with his vision. He could only see a blurry figure, and made a gesture of wiping his neck to the guard waiting aside.
Before the guard could convey the owner's intention, Ye Wen in the middle of the street began to move.
Bang bang bang!
Tiptoe to the ground, stepping on the stagnant water, making a rhythmic sound, which was quickly buried in the sound of rain.
Ah, ah, ah!
The screams of people and the neighing of horses sounded one after another.
Ye Xingyong, who had retracted into the carriage, heard something was wrong with the sound, and stuck his head out again, just in time to see the mysterious man in a cloak slash the last guard's neck with his sword.
"Seventh Prince, be careful." Ye Xingyong saw the mysterious man in front of him charging toward the carriage with his sword, shouted, and jumped out of the carriage.
There were more than a dozen guards lying scattered on the ground. Almost all of them were killed with a single blow. There was no trace of sloppiness. Ye Xingyong picked up a cold knife on his toes and held it in his hand, facing the mysterious man in front of him.
Ye Wen looked at Ye Xingyong who was rushing towards her, and did not dare to be careless. The head of the family had at least the sixth level of spiritual cultivation, which was far beyond what she could compete with when she had just stepped into the fifth level of spiritual life. Ye Wen held the hand tightly. The long sword began to move around, relying on its speed to avoid a head-on confrontation with Ye Xingyong.
Ye Man had been lurking on the roof nearby. When he saw Ye Wen entangled with Ye Xingyong, he knew that his chance had come, so he used his spiritual power and rushed towards the carriage.
"Huh? There's another one?" When Ye Man rushed towards this side, Yan Hua had already noticed that based on the aura, the two assassins were not very high in cultivation, the highest level was only the fifth level of spiritual beings. He was slightly surprised by the lurking of these two people. This technique, if these two people hadn't taken the initiative to show up, I wouldn't have noticed it with my seventh-level spiritual strength.
"Hmph, you're looking for death!" Fang Lengqing also noticed Ye Man rushing towards the carriage. She snorted coldly, took her weapon in her hand, and jumped out of the carriage.
The Seventh Prince watched Fang Lengqing go out to fight, and wanted to stop him, but Yan Lao stretched out his hand to block it: "Your Highness, there is no need to worry. Leng Qing is the second most talented person in the sect besides Miss Jia. She is facing an ordinary sixth-level spiritual being." There are many people who are still capable of fighting, not to mention little assassins."
"Oh? Junior sister Fang is so smart?" The seventh prince was slightly surprised. Just looking at Fang Lengqing's weak appearance, she didn't look like a strong one. He reached out to lift the car curtain and observed the battle outside.
Ye Man saw another person rushing out of the carriage. His eyes under the cloak showed a cold light. He made a feint with his sword and rushed towards the carriage without fighting with Fang Lengqing.
"Ah!" The seventh prince was shocked as he looked at the mysterious man who was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes.
A cruel look flashed across Yan Hua's face: "Rogue junior!"
A ball of flame spurted out from the palm of his hand at an extremely fast speed, hitting Ye Man who was still in the air. Yan Hua's body moved flexibly and he kicked the mysterious man in front of him.
Ye Man twisted his body and fell to the ground. The attack from the front had already arrived. He split the fireball in front of him with a sword. With a thud, Yan Hua kicked him firmly in the lower abdomen! The body flew out backwards.