"Huh? It turns out to be a female, haha..." Hearing this cry, Wu Xiu laughed wildly, and his claws became more fierce.
"Take back your stinky claws!" Seeing Wu Xiu trying to grab the black-clothed assassin's throat, the purple-clothed assassin roared angrily, swung his sword and slashed at Wu Xiu's sharp claws. Hearing this roar, although it was full of anger, it was clear and sweet, and she was actually a daughter.
Wu Xiu didn't take the purple-clothed assassin's sword aura seriously. When the sword edge approached, he opened his claws, one claw chased the black-clothed assassin's neck without changing, and the other claw directly grabbed the purple-clothed assassin's neck. The edge of the sword.
The purple-clothed assassin obviously didn't expect Wu Xiu to be so bold. He paused slightly, and within the time of the pause, Wu Xiu's flesh claws had already grasped the edge of the sword. [
"Seeking death!" The purple-clothed assassin shouted angrily. The cold light on the sword's edge suddenly surged. The sword energy was like an explosion, wreaking havoc and showing off its power, as if it was about to grind Wu Xiu's claws into minced meat.
Talented people are bold! How could Wu Xiu have taken such a risky move if he didn't have much confidence? When the purple-clothed assassin's sword light surged, Wu Xiu did not sit still and wait for death. His spiritual power burst out, and a stream of crystal clear blue light covered his entire palm. No matter how violently the sword energy surged, he never expected to hurt Wu Xiuyi. One cent. Wu Xiu, who had been promoted to the seventh level of cultivation, could be said to have undergone a transformation.
"Hehe... taste the power of me!" Wu Xiu laughed evilly, and the claws holding the sword's edge suddenly tightened, and there was a constant crunching sound. A sword of first-class quality was in Wu Xiu's possession. The hand was broken into pieces.
The purple-clothed assassin obviously didn't expect it, as his exposed eyes were full of horror.
At this time, the black-clothed assassin had already avoided me, and was strangled by Wu Xiu's neck accurately, his eyes filled with pain.
The assassin in purple was very anxious. He threw away the bare hilt of his sword and slashed at Wu Xiu with a wave of his palm, with the intention of encircling Wei and rescuing Zhao. Wu Xiu not only had a deep cultivation level, but also had a first-class scheming mind. He had already anticipated the purple-clothed assassin's movements, turned his claws into palms, and filled up his spiritual power. When the purple-clothed assassin struck with his palm, he went forward to meet him.
"boom!"
The palms of the two collided, and the purple-clothed assassin suffered a sudden loss. His body trembled, and he exploded backwards uncontrollably, falling straight into the circle of Qianlong Guards. Wu Xiu, on the other hand, grabbed the assassin in black by the neck and landed with a graceful spin.
Seeing that Wu Xiu had taken control of the situation, Tu Zexin came over.
"Sir, the assassin has been captured, please surrender!"
Seeing Wu Xiu's eagerness to claim credit, Tu Zexin looked a little unhappy. I just feel that Wu Xiu, as his number one confidant, is too petty, and a little assassin can make him so excited, and he is very hopeless.
"Who are you?" Tu Zexin looked at the assassin in black and asked coldly.
The black-clothed assassin was quite stubborn and raised his head without even looking at Tu Zexin.
"Bold!" Wu Xiu was furious. While scolding him harshly, he reached out and pulled the scarf off the black-clothed assassin's face.
As soon as the black-clothed assassin revealed his true appearance, Wu Xiu was stunned on the spot. Even Tu Zexin's expression paused when he saw the black-clothed assassin's face, and his eyes gleamed.
"Princess Anqin!?" Wu Xiu couldn't suppress the shock in her heart and blurted out.