"Assassin!" A sharp cry sounded from the side of the second prince, and some of the people who were following behind met the assassin, while some surrounded the second prince.
Ling Qingyu frowned slightly, and said to Alan, "Let's go."
Many assassins also jumped out of the people who were cleared out, and they fought with the second prince's people.
Ying Jiu guarded the two of them and went around, but unexpectedly, some of the pilgrims who were squatting on the side couldn't help but shouted in fear, stood up and ran, and immediately brought a crowd of people like headless chickens. Fleeing around, the three of them were immediately dispersed.
Ling Qingyu was bumped by a thick woman, and she was about to bump into a little boy, so she hurriedly turned around, but was bumped by a man again, and was bumped into the middle, seeing a sword light greeted her, Before he could utter a scream in the future, his body was pulled into a warm embrace, and then the fiercer Jian Guang greeted the person.
The second prince stood on the steps in front of the temple and watched coldly the fight in the square ahead. The hand on the waist of the beauty next to him pinched the beauty painfully, but he didn't dare to make a sound. When he was a pilgrim, Chai Jinzhong's pupils shrank slightly unconsciously, and then said in a low voice, "Catch that person for me."
Standing beside him, Shi Ke followed his gaze and saw a black-clothed man protecting a woman at the edge of the melee. The sword light was cold, and he was beheading an assassin under the sword. He let out a sigh Just as he was about to ask if this was from Duke Wei's mansion or from Zhenyuanhou's mansion, he saw the man's sword flash and cut off the arm of a Wei Guogong's guard who had rushed over him with the point of the knife pointing at the woman in his arms.
Shi Ke's eyes tightened suddenly, he turned his head to see the smile slowly rising from the corner of Chai Jinzhong's mouth, motioned to the two people beside him, and left the steps.
Wang Zuo grabbed Alan, who had slipped through the crowd, and handed it over to the guards behind, and he and the Kang family squeezed through the crowd to meet Ying Jiu.
From the corner of the eye, Wang Zuo was leading people to separate from the crowd and approached. Ying Jiu's long sword blocked the knife that was slashing diagonally. With a twist of the hilt, the knife was twisted away from its owner's hand, and then stabbed into the chest of the visitor At the same time, he took a few steps back, then put his hands around Ling Qingyu's waist, pulled her behind him, pushed her towards Wang Zuo, and then took a step forward, facing a few people who were rushing towards him.
Wang Zuo pushed away a person who stumbled over, stretched out one hand to Ling Qingyu who was rushing towards with the thrust of Ying Jiu, and just when the two hands were about to connect, stretched out an arm from the middle and twisted it instantly. He touched Ling Qingyu's arm and twisted it.
Ling Qingyu let out a cry of pain, and then his body was twisted in front of him, with the cold blade resting on his neck.
"The head of the house!"
Hearing Wang Zuo's roar, Ying Jiu turned around, and saw a man in white robe standing a few steps behind him, twisting Ling Qingyu's arm with one hand to restrain her movement, and holding a sword blade shining with cold light on her in the other hand. neck.
The two people who jumped down from the steps coordinated and killed the remaining assassins in just a few ups and downs. The pilgrims around the white-robed man also ran away in panic, leaving an open space. .
Watching the rest of the guards also slowly swarming up, Wang Zuo waved his hand behind his back lightly, letting the guards who were still in the crowd protect Alan and follow the crowd back, hiding behind the crowd.
"Who are you? Why did you assassinate me?" Chai Jinzhong asked as he walked down the steps slowly.
"Your Highness! We have nothing to do with the assassination, we just come to offer incense." Ling Qingyu shouted, and at the same time blinked desperately at Wang Zuo.
Your Highness? Wang Zuo was taken aback for a moment, then remembered the second prince who followed the new army to supervise the army, and scolded his mother in his heart, if it was someone else, as long as he reported the name of Heishuiguan, he would have to give some face, but the second prince, if he said yes Yang Zhao's subordinates, I'm afraid they really have something to do with the assassination.
Ying Jiu stared fixedly at the white-robed man, cold sweat dripped from the hand holding the sword hilt. When he pushed Ling Qingyu out, Wang Zuo was only three steps behind him, and this man could actually stand behind him like this. He snatched Ling Qingyu away without being noticed by him, and now facing this person, he can't feel his aura fluctuations. This person's martial arts are more than one level higher than his!
"Incense?" Chai Jinzhong sneered and said, "Then why did you kill my guard?"
"We are doing this in self-defense! And look," Ling Qingyu fixed his eyes on the body of the assassin killed by Ying Jiu, and said, "We also helped you kill the assassin!"
"Really? I didn't see it, I only saw that he killed me, huh?" Chai Jinzhong looked at the corpse lying at Ying Jiu's feet, and said, "Three people? In this way, you can still say that you and the assassin are not the same guy?"
This is pure fault-finding! Clearly Mingying Jiu has killed more assassins than your guards! Ling Qingyu's face turned pale, and seeing Wang Zuo's face darken, he hurriedly said: "It was too chaotic just now, and the person who accidentally injured you is really sorry, how about we pay the pension? Your Highness, please make a price! "While speaking, he signaled Wang Zuo to step back quickly.
"Oh?" Chai Jinzhong stopped, looked at Ying Jiu from a distance, and said, "Can you change your life with some money?"
"I killed the man, what do you think?" Ying Jiu turned his head and looked at Chai Jinzhong. The martial arts of the white-robed man was higher than his. No matter what methods he used, he couldn't match his speed.
There was silence on the field, even Ling Qingyu was stunned and looked at Ying Jiu.
Chai Jinzhong was startled for a moment, and then smiled slowly. He has grown up so much, no one has ever spoken to him in such a tone except his father, queen and mother, and his eyes are cold, neither awed nor afraid. There was no killing intent in his eyes, as if he was just, huh? Yes, as if he was just an ant on the road!
Realizing this, Chai Jinzhong put away his smile, turned to a sinister sneer, and said: "You are so brave, you dare to talk to Ben Gong like that, Shi Ke!"
With a slight movement of Shi Ke's hand, the blade left a bloodstain on Ling Qingyu's neck.
"Stop!" Ying Jiu yelled angrily, put the long sword on her neck, turned her head to Chai Jinzhong and said, "I'll pay you for killing your man, let her go!"
"Nine!" Ling Qingyu screamed unconsciously.
"Hehe, is it that easy?" Chai Jinzhong raised his finger and shook it, and said, "You can't die so easily! In this way, you make a three-shot six hole first, and I will spare her life."
"You mean what you say?" Ying Jiu slowly put down her hand, stared at Chai Jinzhong and asked in a deep voice.
"What can you do if you don't count? Or, how about I kill her and let you go?" Chai Jinzhong asked with a sarcastic smile on his face as he continued to shake his fingers.
"Nine!" Ling Qingyu felt a stabbing pain in his neck as soon as he yelled, and the words behind him were forced back by the pressed sword blade.
With soothing and smiling eyes, Ying Jiu turned her head to look at Ling Qingyu, then turned her head to face Chai Jinzhong, pulled off her shirt with one hand, turned the hilt of the sword in her hand, and pointed the tip of the sword at her lower abdomen.
Chai Jinzhong's fingers froze around his mouth unconsciously. Seeing the man's forceful hand, the long sword pierced through his abdomen. His face turned pale, and then he held the hilt of the sword with both hands and exerted force again, just hearing a puff. With a sound, the long sword stabbed out from behind him, bringing out a cloud of blood.
Seeing Chai Jinzhong's pale and dull face, Ying Jiu's eyes showed a trace of contempt, endured the severe pain, slowly pulled the long sword out of his body, and said coldly: "Two holes."
Blood gushed out from the wound, but Ying Jiu didn't seem to notice it. With a shake of his hand, he shook the blood off the long sword, then reversed the hilt of the sword and pointed it at his lower abdomen again, and stabbed hard.
The severe pain struck again, Ying Jiu clenched her teeth and swallowed the muffled hum, then exerted force with both hands, only to hear a soft puff, and the blade pierced out from the back again.
The smell of blood welled up from the depths of her throat, Ying Jiu pursed her mouth tightly, blood slowly overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and slowly pulled out the sword blade again, Ying Jiu wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and wiped the blood in her mouth Blood spat on the sleeve, and then with a smile, he said coldly: "Four holes."
There was no sound in the crowd, and Shi Ke's hand trembled slightly without realizing it.
Blood gurgled from the two blood holes on his open abdomen, wet the jacket that was still tied in the belt, and hung down heavily, and then dyed the ground red along the thin trousers and boots, but his back was still straight. Zhi Zhi, with a relaxed smile on his face, flicked the long sword again, and after shaking off the blood beads, he turned the hilt upside down, aiming at the lower right abdomen this time. "Assassin!" A sharp cry sounded from the side of the second prince, and some of the people who were following behind met the assassin, while some surrounded the second prince.
Ling Qingyu frowned slightly, and said to Alan, "Let's go."
Many assassins also jumped out of the people who were cleared out, and they fought with the second prince's people.
Ying Jiu guarded the two of them and went around, but unexpectedly, some of the pilgrims who were squatting on the side couldn't help but shouted in fear, stood up and ran, and immediately brought a crowd of people like headless chickens. Fleeing around, the three of them were immediately dispersed.
Ling Qingyu was bumped by a thick woman, and she was about to bump into a little boy, so she hurriedly turned around, but was bumped by a man again, and was bumped into the middle, seeing a sword light greeted her, Before he could utter a scream in the future, his body was pulled into a warm embrace, and then the fiercer Jian Guang greeted the person.
The second prince stood on the steps in front of the temple and watched coldly the fight in the square ahead. The hand on the waist of the beauty next to him pinched the beauty painfully, but he didn't dare to make a sound. When he was a pilgrim, Chai Jinzhong's pupils shrank slightly unconsciously, and then said in a low voice, "Catch that person for me."
Standing beside him, Shi Ke followed his gaze and saw a black-clothed man protecting a woman at the edge of the melee. The sword light was cold, and he was beheading an assassin under the sword. He let out a sigh Just as he was about to ask if this was from Duke Wei's mansion or from Zhenyuanhou's mansion, he saw the man's sword flash and cut off the arm of a Wei Guogong's guard who had rushed over him with the point of the knife pointing at the woman in his arms.
Shi Ke's eyes tightened suddenly, he turned his head to see the smile slowly rising from the corner of Chai Jinzhong's mouth, motioned to the two people beside him, and left the steps.
Wang Zuo grabbed Alan, who had slipped through the crowd, and handed it over to the guards behind, and he and the Kang family squeezed through the crowd to meet Ying Jiu.
From the corner of the eye, Wang Zuo was leading people to separate from the crowd and approached. Ying Jiu's long sword blocked the knife that was slashing diagonally. With a twist of the hilt, the knife was twisted away from its owner's hand, and then stabbed into the chest of the visitor At the same time, he took a few steps back, then put his hands around Ling Qingyu's waist, pulled her behind him, pushed her towards Wang Zuo, and then took a step forward, facing a few people who were rushing towards him.
Wang Zuo pushed away a person who stumbled over, stretched out one hand to Ling Qingyu who was rushing towards with the thrust of Ying Jiu, and just when the two hands were about to connect, stretched out an arm from the middle and twisted it instantly. He touched Ling Qingyu's arm and twisted it.
Ling Qingyu let out a cry of pain, and then his body was twisted in front of him, with the cold blade resting on his neck.
"The head of the house!"
Hearing Wang Zuo's roar, Ying Jiu turned around, and saw a man in white robe standing a few steps behind him, twisting Ling Qingyu's arm with one hand to restrain her movement, and holding a sword blade shining with cold light on her in the other hand. neck.
The two people who jumped down from the steps coordinated and killed the remaining assassins in just a few ups and downs. The pilgrims around the white-robed man also ran away in panic, leaving an open space. .
Watching the rest of the guards also slowly swarming up, Wang Zuo waved his hand behind his back lightly, letting the guards who were still in the crowd protect Alan and follow the crowd back, hiding behind the crowd.
"Who are you? Why did you assassinate me?" Chai Jinzhong asked as he walked down the steps slowly.
"Your Highness! We have nothing to do with the assassination, we just come to offer incense." Ling Qingyu shouted, and at the same time blinked desperately at Wang Zuo.
Your Highness? Wang Zuo was taken aback for a moment, then remembered the second prince who followed the new army to supervise the army, and scolded his mother in his heart, if it was someone else, as long as he reported the name of Heishuiguan, he would have to give some face, but the second prince, if he said yes Yang Zhao's subordinates, I'm afraid they really have something to do with the assassination.
Ying Jiu stared fixedly at the white-robed man, cold sweat dripped from the hand holding the sword hilt. When he pushed Ling Qingyu out, Wang Zuo was only three steps behind him, and this man could actually stand behind him like this. He snatched Ling Qingyu away without being noticed by him, and now facing this person, he can't feel his aura fluctuations. This person's martial arts are more than one level higher than his!
"Incense?" Chai Jinzhong sneered and said, "Then why did you kill my guard?"
"We are doing this in self-defense! And look," Ling Qingyu fixed his eyes on the body of the assassin killed by Ying Jiu, and said, "We also helped you kill the assassin!"
"Really? I didn't see it, I only saw that he killed me, huh?" Chai Jinzhong looked at the corpse lying at Ying Jiu's feet, and said, "Three people? In this way, you can still say that you and the assassin are not the same guy?"
This is pure fault-finding! Clearly Mingying Jiu has killed more assassins than your guards! Ling Qingyu's face turned pale, and seeing Wang Zuo's face darken, he hurriedly said: "It was too chaotic just now, and the person who accidentally injured you is really sorry, how about we pay the pension? Your Highness, please make a price! "While speaking, he signaled Wang Zuo to step back quickly.
"Oh?" Chai Jinzhong stopped, looked at Ying Jiu from a distance, and said, "Can you change your life with some money?"
"I killed the man, what do you think?" Ying Jiu turned his head and looked at Chai Jinzhong. The martial arts of the white-robed man was higher than his. No matter what methods he used, he couldn't match his speed.
There was silence on the field, even Ling Qingyu was stunned and looked at Ying Jiu.
Chai Jinzhong was startled for a moment, and then smiled slowly. He has grown up so much, no one has ever spoken to him in such a tone except his father, queen and mother, and his eyes are cold, neither awed nor afraid. There was no killing intent in his eyes, as if he was just, huh? Yes, as if he was just an ant on the road!
Realizing this, Chai Jinzhong put away his smile, turned to a sinister sneer, and said: "You are so brave, you dare to talk to Ben Gong like that, Shi Ke!"
With a slight movement of Shi Ke's hand, the blade left a bloodstain on Ling Qingyu's neck.
"Stop!" Ying Jiu yelled angrily, put the long sword on her neck, turned her head to Chai Jinzhong and said, "I'll pay you for killing your man, let her go!"
"Nine!" Ling Qingyu screamed unconsciously.
"Hehe, is it that easy?" Chai Jinzhong raised his finger and shook it, and said, "You can't die so easily! In this way, you make a three-shot six hole first, and I will spare her life."
"You mean what you say?" Ying Jiu slowly put down her hand, stared at Chai Jinzhong and asked in a deep voice.
"What can you do if you don't count? Or, how about I kill her and let you go?" Chai Jinzhong asked with a sarcastic smile on his face as he continued to shake his fingers.
"Nine!" Ling Qingyu felt a stabbing pain in his neck as soon as he yelled, and the words behind him were forced back by the pressed sword blade.
With soothing and smiling eyes, Ying Jiu turned her head to look at Ling Qingyu, then turned her head to face Chai Jinzhong, pulled off her shirt with one hand, turned the hilt of the sword in her hand, and pointed the tip of the sword at her lower abdomen.
Chai Jinzhong's fingers froze around his mouth unconsciously. Seeing the man's forceful hand, the long sword pierced through his abdomen. His face turned pale, and then he held the hilt of the sword with both hands and exerted force again, just hearing a puff. With a sound, the long sword stabbed out from behind him, bringing out a cloud of blood.
Seeing Chai Jinzhong's pale and dull face, Ying Jiu's eyes showed a trace of contempt, endured the severe pain, slowly pulled the long sword out of his body, and said coldly: "Two holes."
Blood gushed out from the wound, but Ying Jiu didn't seem to notice it. With a shake of his hand, he shook the blood off the long sword, then reversed the hilt of the sword and pointed it at his lower abdomen again, and stabbed hard.
The severe pain struck again, Ying Jiu clenched her teeth and swallowed the muffled hum, then exerted force with both hands, only to hear a soft puff, and the blade pierced out from the back again.
The smell of blood welled up from the depths of her throat, Ying Jiu pursed her mouth tightly, blood slowly overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and slowly pulled out the sword blade again, Ying Jiu wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and wiped the blood in her mouth Blood spat on the sleeve, and then with a smile, he said coldly: "Four holes."
There was no sound in the crowd, and Shi Ke's hand trembled slightly without realizing it.
Blood gurgled from the two blood holes on his open abdomen, wet the jacket that was still tied in the belt, and hung down heavily, and then dyed the ground red along the thin trousers and boots, but his back was still straight. Zhi Zhi, with a relaxed smile on his face, flicked the long sword again, and after shaking off the blood beads, he turned the hilt upside down, aiming at the lower right abdomen this time.