The dagger was as silver as a mirror, the blade was sharp, and there was a very thin layer of blood on it.
The official's body trembled as he looked at the blade, which reflected his pale and frightened face.
"Go to hell, kill yourself!" Lu Ronghui was still shouting, "Are you ignoring your wife and children?"
The official gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and roared loudly: "Witch!"
He bowed his body and rushed toward the dagger with his neck.
But the dagger was taken away first, turned in the girl's hand, and put away to her side.
He subconsciously stretched out his hand to push the girl, and at the same time Lu Ronghui pointed: "Grab her, hurry up!"
The soldiers rushed forward immediately, their spears breaking the wind and shining brightly.
Xia Zhaoyi avoided Guo Chao's push, turned around and ran backwards, instantly closing the distance.
Finally out of danger, the official collapsed on the ground, then turned around and cried: "I wanted to kill myself, sir. I rushed forward because she refused to let me die! It was her!!"
Lu Ronghui lowered her face and gave him a cold look.
Zhu Xian didn't say anything, and looked at the girl who ran out in an instant, frowning in confusion.
She didn't have to do this. With her skill and intelligence, there was no need for her to put herself in the tiger's mouth. Why should she?
Just came here to declare war?
No, if she was really that stupid, she would have been caught long ago, and she wouldn't be able to cause uproar in the city.
Moreover, who is she, the descendant left out by the Duke of Dingguo?
If this is really the case... Zhu Xian suddenly clenched the scroll in his hand, and a burst of blood surged through his body.
If this Ah Li was really a descendant of Duke Dingguo's mansion, how could he see her die?
If there are still people alive in Duke Dingguo's mansion, that would be a blessing!
But, what can he do?
Zhu Xian's eyes were sore and gradually turned red, and the document in his hand was almost crumpled into a ball.
After all, he couldn't even save the poor and homeless people who were kneeling and waiting to be beheaded.
Nearly a thousand soldiers ran under the square. The sea of people was once again divided into several lanes, and the people ran around in a hurry.
Xia Zhaoyi looked at them. There were people everywhere. There were crowds of people in the teahouses, private houses, and buildings.
The soldiers in front also ran towards her. She ran towards the center of the square, but suddenly stopped and looked up at the sea of people.
All eyes were on her. The girl stood there, her petite body standing in the sky and the earth, slightly dazed, standing still.
Another strong gust of wind blew the pages and filled the sky with dust.
Xia Zhaoyi's eyes became indifferent and looked high into the sky.
Those pages made her feel like she was seeing countless wandering souls, screaming, running wildly, and wandering under the long sky.
There was a lot of noise and people all around. This was the capital city, the most prosperous place in the world, with towering buildings and prosperous streets. However, she suddenly felt that the huge Kyoto suddenly seemed to be deserted and deserted.
She even felt that the time around her seemed to have suddenly traveled from eternity, impacting her life and soul amidst the roaring wind.
She went away lying in the snow and came back after walking in blood. Did she come back just to see this desolate floating world?
No...absolutely not!
Xia Zhaoyi clenched the dagger in his hand and looked at the soldiers running closer and closer, his eyes becoming bright and tenacious.
A crossbow arrow was aimed at her from a high altitude in the distance.
The archer who rushed over panted and drew his bow to its fullest. There were sharp barbs on the arrows.
With a "bang" sound, the archer released the string.
The long arrow shot out from the string, as powerful as a broken bamboo.
At the same time, two other sharp arrows were shot from two directions, one hit him between the eyebrows, and the other passed through his left ear.
The sharp arrow cracked the skull, and the brain matter burst out.
The two people who were shooting arrows paused and quickly looked at each other's position.
But soon, the man by the window of the high-rise building quickly set up three arrows and shot them into the air towards the square.
One of the arrows collided with it, knocking it to the ground.
The archer's body swayed and he fell from the roof of the wine shop, hit the railing on the second floor, and then fell to the ground.
The people below were screaming and running.
Xia Zhaoyi's eyes were full of joy and he looked at the tall building over there.
She knew it!
Just know!!
A spear suddenly stabbed from behind, but she quickly dodged it, and the rushing soldier was thrown away. Before he could stop, his neck hurt, and a sharp blade cut his neck open, and a large amount of blood gushed out.
He covered his neck and opened his eyes wide. The girl looked at him with cold eyes, turned around and ran towards the hundreds of soldiers coming towards him.
Shen Lie looked away from the tall building and threw the crossbow in his hand to Du Xuan. His face was expressionless and he said calmly: "Do it."
"Yes." Du Xuan answered as he took the crossbow and looked toward the tall building in confusion, wondering who shot those arrows.
The girl was very fast, like a swiftly running cheetah. Just when they were about to collide, there was a sound of whips in the air. The soldiers who were charging with their guns felt their eyes were burning and they could not see anything.
At the same time, the girl really disappeared. A soldier suddenly felt his shoulders sink. He looked up and saw the girl stepping on him and turning over. At the same time, a sharp arrow shot out from her wrist. The force was so fast that it penetrated the throat of a soldier in an instant. When the soldier fell to the ground, she stepped on the soldier and ran to the edge of the queue, moving quickly.
The soldiers quickly lined up and attacked, the sound of whips cracking in the air and crossbow arrows piercing the air was endless. In the blink of an eye, dozens of people lay on the ground panting.
The girl has no love for fighting and has been running wildly.
"She has many hidden weapons!" a team member was shouting.
"Be careful, this is an evil boy!"
The soldiers did not back down.
Xia Zhaoyi's steps were fast and she ran with all her strength.
More and more people came running toward her. She held the dagger tightly, her eyes were as sharp as frost, she held a whip in one hand and a knife in the other, and a fierce and murderous aura had never been seen in her body.
Suddenly there was a huge noise in the west of the square. People screamed and fled, and screams were heard at the same time.
More than thirty men in black sprang out, holding swords with sharp blades, and directly attacked the soldiers who had not yet lined up.
The spear is not as flexible as the sword, and the armor is heavy and the opponent sneak attacks. In such close hand-to-hand combat, the soldiers have no reaction at all, and they are no match.
A slender and agile black figure ran towards the ownerless carriage, slashed open the rope connecting the horse to the carriage, turned over and stepped on, pulled the reins and said, "Drive!"
"Ali!"
A clear male voice sounded, and the sound of horse hooves came.
Xia Zhaoyi raised her head. The man in black rushed away from the soldiers and stretched out his hand to her from a distance: "Come!"
Xia Zhaoyi was stunned and recognized him instantly.
She avoided the two attacks, took a deep breath and ran towards him, holding his big palm, her petite body was light and flexible, and jumped onto the horse.
"Go or continue?" The man asked without reining in his horse and leaving immediately.
"Walk."
"Okay." The man said, turning the horse's head.
Xia Zhaoyi looked back at the soldiers behind him and the streets that were almost empty, his eyes once again filled with confusion.
