Lightning broke through the dark clouds and instantly shone the night sky like daylight.

The first spring thunder exploded. With the deafening thunder, raindrops as big as beans began to crackle towards the ground. In an instant, the rain became heavier and heavier, covering the capital in the night.

The noisy city during the day is particularly quiet in the rain. The rain falls under the eaves, in the patio, and on the road, making noisy sounds, gathering together and so harmoniously, urging people to fall asleep. Most people have indeed fallen asleep peacefully.

Except for a four-entry house in the east of the city.

The yard is not large in size, and the mottled walls silently tell its long history. The courtyard is wide and sparse, with independent houses on all sides, and a corridor connecting each other. It is a traditional oriental courtyard structure.

At this time, there were two people standing on the roof of the east house of the inner house. An old man in brown clothes was holding an umbrella for the man in white beside him. The rain was too heavy, and the shoulders of the man in white were wet through the umbrella. However, the man in white was still motionless and stared at the scene in the yard with concentration.

Looking down with his eyes, a group of men in black were fighting each other around the North House. About 30 people were divided into two sides to fight. The attacking side was obviously more adaptable to fighting in the darkness. Their weapons were painted black. Only when lightning flashed past the opponent could see the dark but sharp weapons stabbed at their vital points. Often there was no time to dodge. The sound of the sharp weapon entering the flesh sounded once, which would take away a living life or part of the body.

The men in black who were defending saw their companions fall from time to time, but they were not shaken at all. They still resisted the attack of powerful enemies with one sword and one sword. They seemed to have no idea of ​​retreating, just like the Western Qin soldiers who did not know how to die.

The strength ultimately surpassed the tenacity. The attacking side took advantage of the number of people and tangled the men in black who defended the North House, separated several powerful assassins and knocked open the door of the house. With the inner house's whistle scream of changing tone, the defense was broken.

A giant man with a beard stood beside the bed in the room, holding a long sword, dressed in a guard, and was tilting his head in a daze at the white young man lying on the ground. Even the assassins who broke into the door screamed suddenly and fell to the ground, and couldn't help but feel a little dull.

The young man behind him seemed to be scared to death. The giant man was stunned and knew that today was a sure death situation: once the person he protected died, even if he killed the assassin, he would have no way to survive. Now he could only sacrifice his life to the Lord, and perhaps he could still protect his family thousands of miles away.

Making up his mind, the giant man roared with his bull's eyes like a copper bell, wielding the sword in his hand like a madman, attacking the enemy's vital points, and giving up defense completely. It seemed that he was planning to fight one by one. Seeing that the master seemed to die on his own, the assassins were unwilling to fight with him, and were forced to do so by himself.

These assassins were extremely elite after all, and there were many people. After more than a dozen rounds, they regained their initiative and turned into attack. When swords and swords intersected, the giant man's weapon was held by an assassin. Almost at the same time, another assassin's sword stabbed the giant man's left chest like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, and pierced his skin breastplate in the blink of an eye, as if it was impossible to avoid it. The giant man's eyes were bloodshot...

At this time, the "dead man" lying behind the giant man suddenly kicked his right leg and was kicking his hind ankle. The giant man staggered and fell out with a long sword slashed over his chest, stabbing his leather armor in two, but also allowed the giant man to escape the disaster.

Seeing the dead man suddenly cheating the corpse, even the assassins felt as if they were as hard as iron, they couldn't help but feel tight, their hands relaxed, and they were a little at a loss.

The "dead" on the ground opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.

Compared with the trembling shouts of killing outside the house, the quiet inside the house is suffocating.

Some of the assassins came to their senses first, stepped forward, raised their swords and slashed them, and they were about to divide the embarrassing bastard. When everyone was about to welcome the bloody blood that was cut by one knife, the assassin with a "scream" sounded, and collapsed on the ground, covering his lower abdomen with both hands, curled up like shrimps, and his whole body became spasm.

The sword lost control and flew out. Through the person who had just cheated on the ground, he stabbed the giant man who was about to get up with the bed. The giant man instinctively used the iron bridge skill, laying down straight and heavy. The knife made a "scarlet" sound, which was only an inch from the giant man's forehead...

The assassins did not see the scene just now, so they had no time to think about it. They immediately separated three people and stepped forward to chop off the knife. The zombie scammed and avoided the attack...

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Qin Lei forcibly restrained his emotions, and the quality of the ace instructor of the special forces made him suppress the absurdity in his heart and concentrate on dealing with the current crisis.

My body was very weak, just like I was suffering from a serious illness, and all my movements were deformed. I just kicked the man's lower abdomen, but I lowered three inches...

Not only did he react slowly, but his strength was lost, and even his legs seemed to be shorter. Qin Lei shook his head slightly, and it seemed that he was sick and had hallucinations. Without further judgment, the three assassins rushed up again. Qin Lei, an old cow, shook his tail and threw himself out.

Taking advantage of the inertia of overturning, Qin Lei held up his left hand, the beautiful swallow half-collected the water, and then stood up. In the flash of lightning, he had decided what skills to use to deal with these criminals - although he was a little embarrassed, it was most suitable for his current physical condition.

The assassin surrounded him in a fan shape. Qin Lei protected his chest with his left hand and protected his kidney with his right hand, and opened his posture. The assassin attacked at the same time, and the knife on the left was the first to hit him. Qin Lei let him go sideways, rushed along the assassin's arm, reached the assassin's arms, and took out his left fist, raised his left elbow, and "wave his sleeves in the wind" - and beat the eight-foot-high strong man to the point of immediately falling down, squirming on the ground like a snail.

This move "waving the sleeves in the wind" is so vicious in the eyes of others: first punch the crotch and then hit the ribs, even an iron man will be broken.

To solve one, Qin Lei did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him, he was really powerless! His body was very weak and he was almost exhausted after several movements. Seeing that he was vicious, the other two assassins often cut off his offenders, they involuntarily slowed down the offensive and the two sides confronted each other.

At this time, the giant man had already stood up to resist the other assassins. When he saw that his master was not dead, he was overjoyed and showed great power to barely resist the other four assassins.

Whenever the assassin feels that the game is guaranteed to be successful, Qin Lei will use some strange tricks to avoid it, and often get some advantage. He doesn't have much strength, but he only goes to the crotch, nose, and soft ribs and other places where he cannot exercise. It is very difficult, and the assassin can't do anything to him for a while.

The battle outside the window continued, and the man in black who was defending gradually got used to the night battle. As the scene inside the house, he was very embarrassed but extremely tenaciously persisted. The man in white on the roof frowned slightly, and was about to say something to the old man around him, the old man turned his ears and focused for a moment, and slowly shook his head at the man in white.

The man in white snorted, put his hands on his lips and whistled, and then disappeared into the rain with the old man.

Hearing the whistle, the assassin attacked for a few times, retreating like a tide, without a trace in the blink of an eye. The men in black who were defending the defense left silently, as if they had never come before.

There were only two men, one big and one small, gasping like a bellows in the whole yard...

After a while, the dense footsteps and the friction of armor and weapons sounded. Qin Lei saw the brigade of soldiers rushing in. These people held torches, were wearing leather armor, with bows and swords, and were full of evil spirits...

Even if Qin Lei received hell training, his thick nerves were about to collapse - is he making a movie? Did I be too ruthless just now? I don’t seem to be an actor, right?

Countless question marks surged out, stirring his brain into a ball, and the buzzing sound continued...

A bearded man in armor came over to speak, but he didn't listen to a word, and it was the answer from the giant man next to him.

Slowly, consciousness returned to his brain. Qin Lei only heard the giant man say something like "Your Highness", "No obstacle", "Please go back" to the bearded man. Then he saw the bearded man gloatly glance at him, and then Shi Shiran led his troops away. Before leaving, he said something to the giant man, making the giant man's face turn black.

The room became quiet again, and only a torch inserted by the soldiers on the wall crackled.

Qin Lei was in a bad state now, sour and soft, and had a split headache. He put himself on the bed and lay down, adjusting his posture a few times to make himself feel more comfortable. Then he went to see another person in the room and found that the man stared at him with a weird expression, looking like he was trying to speak. Qin Lei slowly closed his eyes and whispered: "Do you have something to say?"

The giant nodded and was about to speak, but the half-dead person on the bed continued to hum, "I'm tired, let's talk about it tomorrow..."

When he said something, he swallowed it again. The giant man almost suffocated to death. He whispered a few words in his heart, clasped his fists with both hands, and said in a urn: "I'm going to leave." He pulled out the torch inserted on the edge of the window, gently stepped out of the room, and slowly covered the door.

The darkness enveloped the house again, and Qin Lei listened to the sound of rain outside the window and did not open his eyes again.

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