Four or five corpses were scattered all over the broad street. Eight men in black and black scarves surrounded a young man in the middle, fighting fiercely.
The man was wearing a moon-white robe, his dark hair was slightly disheveled, he had a handsome face and a fierce aura. He was the King of Zhenbei Zhao Zhengyin. Zhao Zhengyin held a long sword in his hand, and the sharp blade drew lines in the night. The silver arc, resisting the fierce killing moves of the men in black, won't lose the wind with one enemy and eight...
"Heh... Beiwang of Mobei Town is indeed a master of martial arts, but the brothers were ordered to take the life of the prince, and please take the life of the prince!" The eight men in black said coldly, and the long swords in their hands came out with all their strength. , brought bursts of icy cold light, and stabbed Zhao Zhengyin mercilessly...
Zhao Zhengyin's face was gloomy, he opened the ultimate move of the men in black, and asked coldly: "Who sent you here?"
"No comment." The people in black replied in a cold voice, and the moves in their hands became more and more fierce, stabbing at Zhao Zhengyin's vitals.
Want to kill him? Overreaching!
The corner of Zhao Zhengyin's mouth curved into a cold smile, and he swung the long sword in his hand suddenly. The sharp and dazzling cold light flashed across everyone's eyes. The necks of the two men in black were cut, and blood spurted out. His eyes were wide open, and he fell to the ground with a plop, without breathing...
The black clothes under the neck of the man in black were also cut, revealing the luxurious tattoos under the collarbone...
That is... the mark of Qingyan Xiaoyaowangfu!
Zhao Zhengyin was startled, and looked at the people in black with wide eyes: "You are from the Xiaoyao Palace!"
"Hehe... If the lord finds out, then the lord will not be able to leave here alive!" The people in black said viciously, raising their spirits and killing Zhao Zhengyin...
Zhao Zhengyin's complexion became very ugly, and he said while fighting: "I have no grievances with King Xiaoyao, why did he kill me?"
The man in black looked fiercely: "This question, my lord, go ask Hades..."
"You don't have to ask Hades, you can just ask us." A cold female voice suddenly interrupted the man in black. Zhao Zhengyin turned his head and saw a man and a woman coming from the night. The man was dressed in white, like ice. Shuang, with a poetic and picturesque face, is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off him. The woman is dressed in purple, with a beautiful face, and a white jade bracelet with golden light on her wrist, which makes Zhao Zhengyin's eyes shudder: "You are... Ouyang Shaochen, the son of Prince Xiaoyao , Crown Princess Murong Xue!"
"That's right!" Murong Xue nodded, and pulled Ouyang Shaochen to stop five meters away from Zhao Zhengyin: She just watched the fun on a whim, but she didn't expect that it was Zhao Zhengyin who was fighting the black-clothed assassin, the black-clothed assassin Their martial arts are extremely high, and Zhao Zhengyin's is not bad. She wanted to hide in the dark to see who would win in the end, but unexpectedly, the black-clothed assassin claimed to be from the Xiaoyao Palace...
"Why did you kill me?" Zhao Zhengyin looked at Ouyang Shaochen, and Murong Xue asked coldly.
Murong Xue curled her lips: "We have no grievances with the prince, how could we send someone to kill the prince..."
"Then these assassins..."
"They are not from our Xiaoyao Palace at all!" Murong Xue took Zhao Zhengyin's words: There are tens of thousands of hidden guards in Xiaoyao Palace, and she doesn't know every one of them, but this time they came to Mobei, they only With Xun Feng and Wuhen two hidden guards, where would twelve or three dark guards go to assassinate Zhao Zhengyin...
"But these assassins have the mark of Xiaoyao Palace." Zhao Zhengyin paused every word, his eyes were cold.
Murong Xue smiled: "It's not the one who branded the mark of Xiaoyao Wangfu, it's the people of Xiaoyao Wangfu!" Many people know the mark of Xiaoyao Wangfu, and many people can draw it. If you draw a mark of Xiaoyao Wangfu, you are from Xiaoyaowangfu , isn't there too many people in the Xiaoyao Palace to count, besides, the Xiaoyao Palace has always been kind to the guards and secret guards, so how could they brand any marks on them...
"Really?" Zhao Zhengyin was still skeptical.
Murong Xue didn't bother to explain to him anymore, and raised her voice: "Xun Feng, Wuhen, come out for a while, let Lord Zhenbei see your collarbones and arms..."