"There are assassins, protect Mr. Yuan!" When Yun Ting realized that the momentum was wrong, the masked men in white lurking in the snow saw that Zhao Yuan had escaped the sneak attack of the darts, so they all jumped out of their hiding places.
He quickly pulled out the sword in his hand and launched a second wave of attacks towards Zhao Yuan.
After all, they were all rigorously trained and carefully selected guards. Faced with the sudden assassination, they could only panic for a moment, and then dispersed in an orderly manner, joining the group of white-clothed masked men.
Fight.
Yun Ting turned his horse's head and galloped towards Zhao Yuan.
Obviously, these people in white clothes had been observing their group for a long time and were well prepared. They knew that Yun Ting was Zhao Yuan's personal guard and had extremely high martial arts skills. Therefore, when they saw Yun Ting turning his horse's head, they separated.
The two men stepped forward to fight with him.
Seeing the cold light coming towards him, Yun Ting quickly twitched his sword, and with a crisp "clang" sound, the two swords clashed. Another man in white took advantage of Yun Ting's void and stabbed him in the neck.
In order to avoid this incident, Yun Ting wanted to fall on his horse, but the sword he had exchanged with him struck out with a "bang" sound along the edge of the man's sword, and he was forced to get off his horse.
"Protect Mr. Yuan!" Yun Ting saw that he would not be able to escape for a while, so he hurriedly shouted to the guard standing next to Zhao Yuan: "Protect Mr. Yuan before entering the town!"
These assassins have rules and do not do anything in the town. After all, this is where the people live. Even if they are not worried about whether they will implicate innocent people, they are still worried about whether they will alert the government, so they will choose the wilderness. Therefore, once
Once you enter the town, it will be relatively safer.
"The town gate has been closed!" A guard was panting heavily after his shoulder was slashed deeply with a sword. The sword was stuck in the snow to support his whole body.
Hearing this, Yunting's heart trembled, and he hurriedly looked towards the town gate. Sure enough, it was already closed. When he called for the door before, those people had clearly reopened the door that was about to close, but now it was closed again. It seemed that
They don't want to get into trouble. After all, these are troubled times, survival is the most important thing, and Yun Ting can't blame them.
It seems that there is only one way left to go, and that is to fight. There is no way to retreat, so there is nothing to be afraid of. He glanced at Zhao Yuan and saw the eight-year-old child standing among the guards with a sword.
In the middle, quietly and coldly, he watched the people around him fall one by one. Enemies and his own people were littered with corpses, but there was no trace of panic or sadness on his face. It seemed that such a thing, he
I have already experienced a lot of ordinary, sparse and ordinary things.
Yunting didn't know whether he should admire this child now or pity this child. He was only eight years old and had already become a political deformity.
Seeing that the guards fell one by one, but the man in white was still trying to kill them all, Zhao Yuan slowly drew out his sword, and the sword's light suddenly became cold and cold.
At this moment, Yun Ting's sword rose and fell, instantly ending the life of the man in white who had been pestering him, and rushed to Zhao Yuan's side: "Master Yuan, are you okay?"
Zhao Yuan shook his head slightly and looked at the battle situation. The men in white had begun to disperse, so he said coldly: "No one will be left alive."
Politics taught him that being kind to his enemies is cruel to himself.
Those men in white who had no intention of fighting could no longer compete with the red-eyed guards. In an instant, the sound of fighting was silenced.
"Do you know who it is?" Zhao Yuan looked at the corpses on the ground, and there was a chill in his childish voice.
"My subordinates are incompetent." Facing Zhao Yuan, Yun Ting would always feel surrender from the bottom of his heart.
"Actually, even if they didn't tell me, I could have guessed it. Except for that person, who would go to such great lengths and risk such disrespect to do such a profitless thing?" Zhao Yuan smiled coldly: "Let's go."
No longer looking at the snowy field that looked like a slaughterhouse, Zhao Yuan turned around and got on the horse. Then everyone followed and got on the horse.
However, at this moment, in the pool of blood, a tiny dart flew behind Zhao Yuan on the wind. By the time everyone noticed, it had already disappeared into his body.
Zhao Yuan groaned and fell off his horse. Yun Ting quickly dismounted and supported him.
He slowly walked towards the man in white who was still alive in the pool of blood, and stood in front of that man, smiling faintly. In the eyes of the man in white, the smile looked like a demon coming out of Shura Hell.
Then, Zhao Yuan pulled out the sword from the scabbard and slowly approached the man in white who could no longer move. Death often requires a kind of courage and a split second of speed. Because after that moment, fear will break through the defense line in the heart.
, making people defeated. But the man in white was like this at this time. He originally thought that he would be killed with a sword, so he was fearless. However, now he saw the sword cutting his neck open bit by bit.
, and felt extreme fear.
Staring with unwilling eyes, the man in white fell twitching in a pool of blood.
Zhao Yuan finally reached his limit. When he fainted and fell into Yun Ting's arms, he still did not forget to confess: "I must keep it secret about my injury, especially to the Leng family."
The cold wind in the countryside blew into the forest with a strong smell of blood. Snow began to drift in the sky again, one by one, small and gradually became larger, and in an instant, it annihilated the bright red of that place.