A few of the dozen guards brought by Beiming Changfeng fell in the sweep of sharp arrows. At this time, there were only seven or eight people left in the front and rear of the carriage. These seven or eight guards were surrounded on the left and right sides of the carriage, holding long swords in their hands.
It was almost impossible to dance, keeping Ziyu and Beiming Changfeng tightly protected inside.
Masked with black cloth, the intruder attacked fiercely with a broadsword, killing each other with every move. He attacked with force and tried to kill Beiming Changfeng and Ziyu in the carriage.
The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword refracted into one piece under the sky.
There were so many men in black, and even though the guards led by Beiming Changfeng were all strong, they were outnumbered, and they could no longer hold up after just a few breaths.
"Your Majesty, hurry up and take your Imperial Concubine away."
"Your Majesty, leave quickly."
The panicked screams caused the men in black to attack more and more fiercely.
In this violent moment, the curtain of the carriage that had been closed suddenly opened, and a group of light and shadow shot out from the carriage towards the men in black who were besieging them outside.
As fast as lightning, it flashed by.
"Puff..." After the white light, several sounds of blood spurting sounded at the same time. The heads of the men in black who rushed to the front and faced the front of the carriage fell at the same time, and the blood in their necks spurted out like water jets.
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The white light crossed a semi-arc in mid-air and flew back into the carriage.
All this happened in an instant. Before the fast group of men in black could react, they saw their companions lose their heads.
There was a moment of silence in the fierce fighting field, and all the men in black raised their heads and looked into the open carriage.
He is dressed in black, has a cold face, and is all about killing.
Beiming Changfeng was sitting in the carriage, holding the unsheathed sword in one hand and hugging Ziyu in the other. His face that was full of solemnity only contained an extremely cold murderous look.
Blood dripped down from the unsheathed sword, staining the white leather blanket in the carriage red.
Yama is born.
Silence, dead silence.
"Kill." In this dead silence, the stunned man in black suddenly roared wildly, and they all waved their long swords and broadswords and attacked Beiming Changfeng and Ziyu crazily.
Cruel, spicy, life-threatening...
This is not an ordinary robber, this is a dead soldier, a dead soldier who would rather not take his own life than to kill the target person.
The black shadows are moving crazily, advancing step by step...
"Hmph." Beiming Changfeng, who was sitting in the carriage, snorted coldly when he saw this, and did not stand up. He swept out the sharp sword in his hand again, with a flash of white light, and took the head of the man in black outside the carriage.
Blood burst out, and the brains were divided, as if they were chopping melons and vegetables. But whenever the white light flew past, it was as if the sickle of death had harvested, cutting off the heads of the men in black and collecting them.
life...
That ruthless, that powerful, extraordinary...
Seeing this, the besieging group of men in black became even more crazy. They stepped on the corpses of their companions and rushed towards Beiming Changfeng and Ziyu to kill them. They were destined to die if they didn't succeed.
You charge me to kill, you defend me and I attack. In the crazy fighting, bright red blood flows all over the ground, and the rich smell of blood spreads far away with the wind.
The number of people around Beiming Changfeng gradually decreased, five, four, three... the guards fell down one by one, and there was only one guard left around the carriage who was still guarding him desperately. Beiming Changfeng's long sword passed by
The men in black were still falling down one by one, but no one noticed that Beiming Changfeng's face began to become paler and paler, and his body never moved. He sat in the carriage from beginning to end, not taking a single step.