Chapter 1696

If a spiritual cultivator of the same level as Qian Nan, if he was on the battlefield where the two armies were fighting, he would not know how much damage he would cause to the other side. But now, he has died in the hands of assassins, which is also the terrible internal friction.

The assassins rush into the woods and pursue Xiao Xiang and Xing Yuan, who had previously escaped.

Xing Yuan's Lingwu and Qian Nan's are not much different. Even with Xiao Xiang, they can run very fast, but even so, they are still overtaken by more than ten assassins.

There are 15 or 6 assassins in this wave, half of them are light cultivators and half of them are dark ones. When they find Xiao Xiang and Xing Yuan, the dark ones float in front of them, blocking their way. The light cultivators then follow and block their retreat. In a moment, the assassins form a encirclement to them.

There was no one to speak. The assassins stared at Xiao Xiang. Their eyes were shining. They raised their swords and pointed at her.

There are so many assassins around, but only Xing Yuan is left around. It is absolutely deceptive to say that Xiao Xiang is not afraid of that. However, her dignity as a princess of a country does not allow her to beg for mercy, let alone show a trace of timidity.

Surrounded by all the enemies, Xiao xiangqiang calmed down. She took a deep breath and asked, "which brother and sister of this palace sent you? If you want to kill this palace, you must let it die

No one answered her question. An assassin of a dark cultivation Spirit gave a deep drink. He took the lead in making a difficult attack. The spirit knife stabbed forward and took Xiao Xiang's neck.

Xiao Xiang didn't even see how the knife was made. The tip of the Lingdao had already stabbed her. She was pale and instinctively took a step backward. At the critical moment, Xing Yuan tried his best to flick away the knife that stabbed Xiao Xiang. Then, he returned with a sword, cutting the assassin's head.

When the assassin erect his sword to parry, he hears the clang of gold. In the dark woods, a group of dazzling sparks suddenly appear. The assassin's feet stick to the ground and slide back two meters to stabilize his body.

If you look at the ground, there are two long scratches. The armor of the assassin's palm is directly shattered. The blood oozes from the broken mouth of the tiger, and it drops to the ground continuously along his fingertips.

The assassins all squint their eyes one after another, and the spiritual pressure on the scene also begins to multiply. Soon, the assassins slowly retreat. At the same time, the raised spirit knives are put down and carried behind their backs.

Xing Yuan didn't know what the other party was going to do. Suddenly, the assassins threw the spirit knife behind them. The spirit sword whirled in the air, with a piercing whistling, flying from all directions to Xiao Xiang and Xing Yuan.

If Xing Yuan is just a person at this time, it is easy for him to protect himself. The key is that he has to protect Xiao Xiang. Seeing a whirling knife whistling, Xing Yuan gave a big drink and used his strength to continuously cast Lingwu skills.

After listening to the jingling sound of the court, more than ten spirit swords were blocked by the four spirit chaos that he cast continuously. The Lingdao was hit by the spirit blade, and fell to the ground one after another in the air. Before Xing Yuan could relax his breath, the assassins around him had rushed to pick up their own spiritual swords and attacked Xiao Xiang and Xing Yuan respectively.

It's hard for a spiritual cultivator of Xing Yuan to cast the wind of four spirits in one breath. Now he is in a situation when his front strength is exhausted and his back strength is insufficient. It is difficult for him to protect himself, let alone rescue Xiao Xiang.

Seeing that the assassin's knife is getting closer and closer to Xiao Xiang, Xing Yuan himself is firmly trapped by several assassins. He is so anxious that he sends out a roar, but he has nothing to do.

Just when Xiao Xiang was in a desperate situation and dying, a Sichuan soldier suddenly appeared beside her. No one, including Xiao Xiang himself, could see how he appeared.

The man held Xiao Xiang's waist like an electric shock. At the moment when several sharp swords were stabbed near, he jumped up in the air. The man was still in the air. He grasped a branch of a tree and swayed out of the assassin's circle with Xiao Xiang in his arms.

This series of movements of him was completed in one go, fast and agile like a spirit ape.

On the way, Cheng Yaojin is killed suddenly. The assassins are stunned, and Xing Yuan is also dumbfounded. After pausing for a moment, he thought that the princess was being held by the assassin. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was open. He rushed at the soldier with a roar.

However, Xing Yuangang rushed out of the body was immediately blocked by the surrounding assassins, at the same time, the assassins divided into seven people, carrying the spirit knife, step by step to the Sichuan soldier.

The Sichuan soldier was masked with black scarves. He was not covered with spiritual armor and had no weapons in his hand. He looked like an ordinary soldier, but the assassins could feel that the spiritual pressure on him was too strong to make people fear before they had to fight.

Who is this person? How could the princess hide such a powerful master? Why is there no mention of our intelligence? The assassins were puzzled, but their steps did not stop. Seven people, fanning out, slowly approached.

Not to mention that they couldn't guess the specific identity of the Sichuan soldier. Even Xiao Xiang, who was rescued by him, was also a monk of zhanger's. she looked up at the "little soldier" who was embracing her waist and asked, "who are you?"He did not reply, but looked at the assassins who came to the opposite side and said slowly, "you are not my opponent. You don't want me to fight. At least, you can save your life."

What a familiar voice! Xiao Xiang's heart was startled and she was stunned a little. She suddenly widened her eyes and exclaimed, "you are"

her words just came out. The Sichuan soldier's arm around her waist suddenly tightened. Then he slightly lowered his head and whispered in Xiao Xiang's ear: "you know it yourself, but don't make any noise."

At first, she was not sure. After all, his voice was very familiar, but his accent was completely different. It was a standard Sichuan accent. However, after listening to him, she could be sure that the man dressed up by Sichuan soldiers was Tang Yin, the king of wind. That's right!

How could he be in Sichuan? How did you run to yourself? Xiao Xiang's heart is full of doubts, but soon her heart's incomprehension is replaced by anger.

Tang Yin's courage is too big. He not only ran to Sichuan, but also ran to his side. Is he not afraid?

Tang Yinchuan didn't know whether he was angry with him or not.

At this time, Xiao Xiang forgot all the assassins around him and put his mind on the "Sichuan soldier" in front of him.

However, the assassin obviously didn't want to give her a chance to get to the bottom of the matter. People stopped drinking one after another, and repeated the old trick. They threw out their swords again and shot at the Sichuan soldier and Xiao Xiang.

"Hum." He let out a gentle hum and smile, but he didn't see any movement. However, the spirit sword appeared miraculously in his hand.

Squinting at the spirit knife flying from his back, his spirit sword stabbed out continuously. A series of Jingling sounds were heard in the earrings, and all the seven swords rebounded to the ground.

His sword was so fast that he even produced seven swords, but in the eyes of others, it was as if only one sword had been pierced, and this sword had knocked all the seven spiritual swords to the ground.

The Assassins' faces changed at the same time, and their bodies stopped involuntarily.

There are not many Lingwu masters they have fought against, but they have never met such a fierce and terrible man as the one in front of them.

It is rare that the assassins have a chill in their hearts. They stand in the same place one by one, staring at the Sichuan soldier coldly, but they do not make the next move.

As time went by, the spirit knife that fell on the ground began to make a sound, and white fog was constantly emitting from the body of the spirit knife. Due to the lack of aura for a long time, the shape of Lingdao has begun to change into ordinary steel Dao.

At this time, an assassin can't bear it first. He rushes forward in silence. He darts to a steel knife on the ground and grabs it with his arms.

However, he had just held the knife in his hand, and the Sichuan soldier holding Xiao Xiang in his arms did not know when he had appeared in front of him. The cold spirit sword pierced into his chest mercilessly, and the sword edge poked out from his heart behind.

Quiet. The scene was horribly quiet.

Plop! The assassin's body fell straight to the ground. His limbs only twitched a few times and then there was no movement. The blood gushed out instantly dyed the ground red. Almost at the same time, the assassins in the back also sounded a breath.

The other side is a secret spiritual cultivator, which they can perceive, but the other side still holds a Xiao Xiang in his arms, so it is impossible to show his shadow. That is to say, he completely relies on his own body method to rush to his companion's face and stab him to death with a sword.

The speed of the sword is incredible, the body method is even more incredible, and the speed is almost as fast as that of the shadow.

There is no need to fight in the past. At this time, the assassins have lost the will to continue fighting. The strength of the other side has completely exceeded the scope of their ability to cope with. It can not be killed only by being afraid of death and forced siege. Even though these assassins are dead men, no one is willing to make fearless sacrifice.

They looked at each other, and then they slowly retreated. They didn't know who made a sharp whistle. Then, the assassins scattered together and ran into the dense forest in all directions.

"You can't let them run like this. Go and catch them." Xiao Xiang finally regained his consciousness, pushed the breastplate of the Sichuan soldier and yelled.

Chuan Bing didn't mean to act according to her orders. He said slowly, "that's your problem, but you have to remember that this time, you owe me a life."

While speaking, the Sichuan soldier let go of Xiao Xiang and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Xiao Xiang didn't want to let him go and reached out to catch the cloak behind him. In addition, Xing Yuanye had taken the lead to block his way. He looked at him up and down and asked, "who is your excellency?"

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