Only one person's voice came from the tent, but there were actually three people.
The man lying on the bed was hugging him from left to right. The two young women had just been awakened by the movement outside. Now they both had their eyes open and were leaning on the man's chest, chatting incessantly.
The wind was strong on the river beach, and the tent was occasionally blown by the wind and made a rustling sound.
A woman yawned and lazily hugged the man tightly: "Your Majesty, I'm so sleepy, can I continue to sleep?"
"You dare to sleep?" The man's voice sounded very bad, "I'm afraid you won't wake up."
"Huh? The king is saying that the slave family will die? But the king, are you willing to let the slave family go?"
"What does this have to do with my reluctance to let go?"
"Because, if the slave family is really going to die, it can only die in the hands of the king. If the king doesn't kill the slave family, how can the slave family die? Who wants to take him in the eyes of the assassin outside? How can he be half as brave as the king?
?" the woman said, leaning against the man again.
The woman on the other side rolled her eyes in the dark, secretly thinking that this woman's mouth really knows how to talk.
But the man suddenly became furious and grabbed the woman's throat for some unknown reason.
"What are you talking about!" The man gritted his teeth, "If you don't take the assassins seriously, then what else do you take? If you really want to wait for the assassins to come over and send me to the west, then you will be happy. After crawling on this bed,
Get into that bed, right?"
He was very tall and had strong hands, and he could hardly breathe while pinching the woman.
The other woman was so happy, oh wow, she was so flattered.
"Your Majesty..." the woman said hard, her brows and eyes furrowed.
The feeling of suffocation became more and more severe, and she subconsciously grabbed the back of the man's hand. Suddenly she heard a sharp "tearing" sound, followed by a biting cold wind.
The man was shocked, threw the woman aside, and jumped up: "Who!"
The faint moonlight shone in through the cracked hole in the tent. The air inside the tent circulated, causing the hanging tent door to start dancing wildly. The entire tent seemed to be blown away by the wind.
There was a loud "pop" and the simple screen in front of the camp bed was blown down by the wind. The man and two women on the bed opened their eyes wide and looked at the slender figure holding a sword behind his back and standing under the cold moonlight.
The torn rags of the camp kept flapping the tent behind him, making noises and shadows. The person who came was motionless. Although the light was behind him, he could clearly feel the irresistible sharpness coming from him.
Killing intent, fierce and compelling.
The man who had been arrogant and arrogant for many days on the camp bed was furious: "Who, who is that!"
"Yan Jun, Shen Lie." Shen Lie said.
The man thought for a moment and was shocked: "Shen Lie!"
As soon as he finished his last words, he heard the sharp blade suddenly unsheathed, and the cold light danced under the moonlight. The long sword drawn from the waist instantly pointed forward under the light sword flower, and the silver light was like lightning, approaching in an instant.
The two women screamed, and before their screams stopped, one of them was knocked forward, facing the sword's edge.
Shen Lie is quick to draw his sword, and he is also quick to avoid. He is not disturbed by others and objects, and avoids quickly and neatly. He has only one target.
The man pushed the other woman away, ran towards the head of the bed, grabbed the big knife on the ground, pulled it out and struck at Shen Lie.
He was extremely tall, a full foot taller than Shen Lie, and he couldn't even straighten his chest in this big tent.
The blunt and heavy sword made a sound as it was struck several times in a row. It was arrogant and unruly, with only the most primitive roughness and ferocity.
However, the sword failed.
Instead, he continued to be injured.
While he was hacking and killing like crazy, the attacker not only showed no defensive posture, but was even attacking.
Suddenly there was a sharp pain, and a sharp knife cut his arm open.
The man was in pain, retreating and blocking, shouting: "Are the people outside dead? Come in and escort me! Come in and protect me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his right waist and immediately swung the sword away.
The cold light had already entered his abdomen. At the same time, he saw the opponent step forward, his left and right hands alternately holding the sword. His speed, strength, physical fitness, and sense of smell for fierce battles were all fully activated. The cold light turned and entered from his abdomen and from his waist. Cut across.
Blood spurts out, hot and gushing.
"I'll kill you!" the man roared in despair, poured out all his strength, and struck at Shen Lie with the most ferocious force again.
The blade and the long sword held by Shen Lie suddenly collided, causing sparks to appear.
The man did not expect that Shen Lie would dare to block the sword directly with his sword, nor did he expect that his sword would be so sharp and strong, and that his strength would not be inferior to his own.
The huge force that came back made the man's jaw numb.
Shen Lieyang kicked him in the stomach, and the man fell out, almost collapsing the tent.
He quickly got up, screamed angrily and charged towards Shen Lie with his sword raised, slashing at Shen Lie again.
The thick and sturdy marching desk in the camp was actually split in half by his blunt knife.
Rather than saying it was hacked, it was better to say it was smashed.
Immediately afterwards, he felt a chill on his neck. He felt himself flying up, extremely light, and then fell heavily to the ground.
And his huge body fell straight into his wide-open sight.
"Ah!!!" The two women sat on the ground, holding their heads and screaming.
Shen Lie looked at the corpse on the ground, turned around and walked towards the flying tent door.
There were eight corpses lying in front of the door. The corpses and the ground around them were covered with arrows.
The other militiamen retreated twenty steps away.
Whoever comes forward will be shot.
They discovered this pattern easily, so they didn't dare to bully them again.
Now, everyone looked at the young man walking out slowly. Their lips were trembling, their minds were blank, and they didn't know how to react.
"The young master is out!" Ye Zheng was overjoyed, "Let's go!"
A woman's voice came from behind: "Okay, good man."
Two disheveled women slowly walked out of the tent.
As they walked, they gathered their clothes around their chests, and the two of them stopped inside the tent door. One of them raised his hand to stop the tent door from flying.
"Master!" Six secret guards arrived quickly, several of them had put away their crossbows and were holding long swords or broadswords.
"Master, is it done?" Ye Zhengxi said.
Shen Lie nodded, turned Han Zhan's gaze, and looked at the captain with a blue scarf on his head: "Go and wrap up the head in the tent, I want to take it away."
His voice was cold and deep, as if he had just experienced a fierce battle.
The captain's hands and feet became weak and he asked someone else to take off a coat. He went in with the coat and found the man's head in the corner.
A man as tall as a giant with a huge head was wrapped up and brought out tremblingly.
Wu Shaoning stepped forward to take it, and the blood from the broken head area had already wet a small area of the shirt.
Shen Lie wiped the blood off the long sword, dropped the silk cloth, and sheathed the sword.
He glanced at the baggage indifferently and left.
"hero!"
"Master!"
The two women shouted in surprise.
Shen Lie ignored it, but after four or five steps, he stopped.
