Chapter 354

"Assassin!" There was a sharp cry around the second prince, and then some of the people who had followed him met the assassin, and some surrounded the second prince in the middle.

Ling Qingyu frowned slightly and said to Alan, "go."

Many assassins also jumped out of the people who had been cleared out, and they scuffled with the people of the second prince.

Shadow nine protected the two people from bypassing the side, but it was not prevented that someone in the Pilgrims who had squatted on the side could not help shouting with fear, stood up and ran, immediately took up a crowd of headless flies, and immediately dispersed the three people.

Ling Qingyu was hit by a strong woman. Seeing that she was about to hit a little boy, she turned around and was bumped into the middle by a man. Seeing a sword light, she greeted herself. Before she could scream, her body was pulled into a warm embrace, and then the more fierce sword light met the visitor.

The second prince stood on the steps in front of the temple and looked coldly at the fight in the square in front of him. His hand on the waist of the beauty beside him was pinched, but he didn't dare to make a sound. When his eyes turned to the scattered pilgrims, chaijinzhong's eyes shrank slightly, and then whispered, "catch that person for me."

Standing beside him, he looked over with his eyes and saw a man in black close to a woman at the edge of the scuffle. The light of the sword was cold, and he was killing an assassin under the sword. Eh, just about to ask whether this was the man of the Duke of Wei or the man of the Duke of Zhenyuan, he saw that the man's sword light flashed and cut off the arm of a Duke of Wei's guard who rushed over and pointed the knife at the woman in his arms.

At that time, his eyes suddenly tightened, glanced sideways at Chai Jinzhong's slowly floating smile, motioned to the two people next to him, and left the steps.

Wang Zuo grabbed Alan, who was coming from the crowd, and handed him over to the guard behind him. He and the Kang family pushed aside the crowd to meet Ying Jiu.

Yu Guang swept to Wang Zuoyu, who was leading people to separate the crowd, and the shadow nine long sword grid blocked the knife from the oblique cleavage. With a twist of the sword handle, he twisted the knife away from its master's hand, and then stabbed it into the coming person's chest. At the same time, he retreated a few steps, and then his hand was on Ling Qingyu's waist, pulled her behind him, pushed her in the direction of Wang Zuoyu, and then stepped forward, facing several people who rushed straight.

Wang Zuo pushed away a person who fell and reached for Ling Qingyu who was rushing through with the thrust of Ying Jiu. Just as his two hands were about to be connected, he stretched out an arm from the middle and instantly twisted Ling Qingyu's arm and then twisted it.

Ling Qingyu gave a painful cry, and then his body was twisted in front of him, with the cold blade on his neck.

"In charge!"

Hearing Wang Zuo's roar, Ying Jiu turned around and saw a white robed man standing a few steps behind her, twisting Ling Qingyu's arm with one hand to imprison her activities, and the sword blade with cold light on the other hand was placed on her neck.

The two men who jumped down from the steps, only a few ups and downs, cooperated to kill the remaining assassins. The pilgrims around the white robed man also ran away in panic, leaving an open space.

Looking at the rest of the guards slowly hugged up, Wang Zuo gently waved his hand behind him, and let the pro guards still in the crowd protect Alan, who retreated with the crowd and hid behind the crowd.

"Who are you? Why did you assassinate this palace?" Chaijinzhong slowly walked down the steps and asked.

"Your Highness! We have nothing to do with the assassination, we just come to incense." Ling Qingyu shouted, and winked desperately at Wang Zuo at the same time.

Your highness? Wang Zuo was stunned, and then remembered the second prince who followed the new army to supervise the army. He scolded shengniang in his heart. If it was someone else, he would give some face as long as he reported the name of heishuiguan, but if it was said that the second prince, if he was a subordinate of Yang Zhao, he would really have something to do with the assassination.

Shadow nine stared at the white robed man, and the hand holding the sword hilt unconsciously exuded a cold sweat. When he pushed Ling Qingyu out, Wang Zuo was just three steps behind him, and this man could rob Ling Qingyu from it at this distance without being detected by him. And now facing this person, he could not feel his breath fluctuation. This person's martial arts were more than one level higher than him!

"Incense?" Chai Jinzhong sneered and said, "then why kill my guard?"

"This is self-defense! And you see," Ling Qingyu glanced at the body of the assassin killed by Ying Jiu and said, "we also helped you kill the assassin!"

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"Really? I didn't see it. I only saw it. He killed me, huh?" Chaijinzhong looked at the body that fell at the foot of shadow nine and said, "three people? In this way, can you say that you and the assassin are not together?"

This is pure fault finding! Mingying nine killed more assassins than your guards! Ling Qingyu's face turned white. Seeing Wang Zuo's face sinking, he hurried to say, "it was too chaotic just now. The person who hurt you by accident is really sorry. Shall we offer a pension? Your highness, please make an offer!" As he spoke, he motioned Wang Zuo to step back quickly.

"Oh?" Chaijinzhong stopped, looked at Ying Jiu at a distance, and said, "can you change your life by giving some money?"

"I killed people. What do you want?" Shadow nine turned and looked at chaijinzhong. The white robed man's martial arts were higher than him. No matter what method he used, he couldn't match his speed.

There was silence on the court, and even Ling Qingyu was stunned and looked at Ying Jiu.

Chaijinzhong was stunned at first, and then slowly laughed. He was so big that no one had ever spoken to him in this tone except his father, Queen and mother, and his eyes were cold, not in awe, not afraid, not even murderous, as if he was just, huh? Yes, as if he was just an ant on the road!

Realizing this, chaijinzhong put away his smile and turned to show a gloomy sneer, saying, "how dare you dare to speak to this palace like this, it's time!"

Shi Ke's hand moved slightly, and the sword blade made a blood mark on Ling Qingyu's neck.

"Stop!" Ying Jiu shouted angrily, put the long sword on his neck, turned to Chai Jinzhong and said, "I'll kill your man and pay for your life, just let her go!"

"Nine!" Ling Qingyu suddenly screamed.

"Hehe, is it that easy?" Chaijinzhong raised his finger and shook it, saying, "it can't be so simple to die! In this way, you can have three knives and six holes first, and I will spare her from dying."

"Keep your word?" Shadow nine hands slowly put down, staring at chaijinzhong and asked in a deep voice.

"Count or not, what can you do? Or in this way, I kill her and let you go?" Chai Jinzhong had a sarcastic smile on his face, and his fingers continued to shake and asked.

"Nine!" Lingqingyu just shouted and felt a stabbing pain in his neck. The words behind him were forced back by the compressed blade.

With appeasement and a smile in her eyes, Ying Jiu looked back at Ling Qingyu, and then turned back to chaijinzhong. With one hand, she opened her coat, turned the handle of the sword in her hand, and the tip of the sword was aimed at her lower abdomen.

Chaijinzhong's fingers stiffened at his mouth. Looking at the man's fierce force on his hands, the long sword stabbed in from his abdomen. His face turned white, and then he held the handle of the sword with both hands and exerted force again. He heard a poof, and the long sword stabbed out from behind him, bringing out a bunch of blood flowers.

Looking at Chai Jinzhong's white face and dull face, Ying Jiu showed a trace of disdain at the bottom of her eyes. With severe pain, she slowly pulled the long sword out of her body and said in a cold voice, "two holes."

Blood rushed out of the wound, but Ying Jiu seemed unconscious. With a shake of his hand, he threw the blood beads off the long sword, then turned the handle of the sword upside down and aimed it at his lower abdomen again, and stabbed it hard.

The sharp pain hit again, and Ying Jiu clenched his teeth and swallowed the stuffy hum back. Then he tried his hands hard, only to hear a gentle pop, and the sword blade stabbed out of his back again.

The smell of blood surged up from the depths of his throat. Ying Jiu tightly pursed his mouth, and the blood slowly overflowed from the corners of his mouth. He slowly pulled out the sword blade again. Ying Jiu took his sleeve and wiped his mouth, conveniently spitting the blood from his mouth on the sleeve, and then with a smile, he said coldly, "four holes."

The crowd was silent, and Shi Ke's hands shook slightly.

The blood in the two blood holes on his open abdomen murmured and flowed, wetted the jacket still tied in his belt and hung down, and then dyed the ground red along his pants and thin boots, but his waist was still straight, with a relaxed smile on his face, he swung the sword again, shook off the blood beads, and then turned the handle of the sword, this time aiming at the right lower abdomen.