Qian He was still confused, but the people in front of her had already started fighting. A figure flew towards her, and she dodged in surprise. Warm blood spattered out and fell on her fair face.
Above. Looking at the man twitching on the ground a few times, the open knife wound, the blood-soaked clothes, the eyes that are still staring at death, he is dead...
"Let's go." Arnold just glanced at the dead body on the ground indifferently. She often saw killings in the military camp. Although she felt cold in her heart, she would not stand stupidly.
Qian He had a dull look on his face, completely frightened. "A dead person?" It wasn't that she had never seen a dead person before, but this was the first time she had seen such a way of death.
"Yes, you might die if you don't leave." Arnold said without mercy, pulling Qian He and running along with the flow of people.
People naturally hid quickly or ran toward their homes. Her mind was clear, and she quickly found the way she came from even if the scene was chaotic. She had to run quickly before Na Muhan caught her.
While dodging the long sword thrust by the opponent, Na Muhan carefully looked for flaws to counterattack. The scimitar in his hand was extremely agile, and the blade reflected layers of cold light.
"Who are you? Why do you want to assassinate this king?" He raised his machete to block the long sword that was about to cut towards his neck. His dark brown eyes were like a lion's. The surrounding aura radiated, and he instantly turned into a warrior.
's general.
"It's the person who wants your life, because you deserve to be killed." The other party's words were merciless, and his eyes were as sharp as a poisonous snake that has found its prey.
"Are you Han Chinese?" Na Muhan swept his machete across the room, looked for an opening and struck, the sharp blade slicing through the opponent's body, leaving a trace of bright red on the silver.
The other party made a muffled sound and seemed not to care about the knife wound on his waist. The long sword rolled towards Na Muhan like a poisonous snake spitting a message. The sharp blade was stained with blood, and Na Muhan's arm was stabbed in three places.
His long eyebrows furrowed, but he didn't say a word. Since he was a Han, he could not retreat easily. The Southern Song Dynasty had not forgotten that these people must have wanted to kill him and then put the blame on others. In that case, he would die in the Mongolian court.
There will also start a secret fight. Although Dayuan has just been established, his brothers have already started fighting for the throne. Blood lies down his arms, sliding over the blue and white joints, and dripping from the round fingertips dyed red.
to the ground.
The assassin in black didn't give Na Muhan any time to stop, and turned his sword around to attack again.
Muhan held the scimitar tightly in his hand, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. This man had ulterior motives and actually wanted to cause a fight between their brothers. What's more, he also blocked him from looking for Amul. He had just discovered that Amul
I had already slipped away while he was being assassinated. I felt annoyed because he should have kept her earlier.
Blocking the long sword, the dark brown eyes suddenly changed, and cold frost seemed to cover his pupils in an instant. The damn assassin, if it weren't for him, he would have brought Amul back home by now. On the scimitar
A cold light flashed, reflecting a long shadow.
Na Muhan rushed forward like an angry lion, the blood on his arm swayed out, and a blood flower fell on the ground. His scimitar was sharp, and his speed was tricky and fast. Suddenly, several more streaks appeared on the assassin.
Wound. Although the other party hurt him, he now wants to leave a person alive. This person must not let him die so easily.