The assassins who dare to assassinate Khan Kublai Khan are naturally first-class, not to mention that the assassinations along the way are all carefully planned. This is the last sprint, and it is also the ultimate goal that all assassins must achieve. No matter what the result is, this is the last
Give it a try and either you die or I forget.
Because of this, there must be a commander among the last wave of assassins ambushing here. And this commander knows the entire Great Yuan royal family very well, and now he has directly set up a trap to block the secret passage.
However, this leader really made Arnold feel as if someone was strangling her throat. With just one order, she could clearly know who the other party was. Such a familiar voice with such cold words, Wen Yingyun was indeed
Things have changed, so much that Arnold felt they were changing too quickly.
The assassin acted well, and in the blink of an eye he had already rushed towards Ulan.
Wulan's face changed drastically, but she bit her lips and didn't say a word. She didn't dare to look back, but forced herself not to be afraid.
The cold sword light fell down and hit Ulan's back. Her eyes widened, and finally she let out an uncontrollable groan and fell crookedly on the boat.
The night was already very deep, and everything around him was shrouded in darkness. The light was so dim that he could only distinguish the cold blades. He couldn't tell who was injured where, or whether there was a lot of blood.
Arnold could only vaguely see a shadow on Ulan's back, gradually expanding on the light blue cloth.
"Ulan..." She panicked, and she felt that it was extremely difficult to breathe because of the inconvenience in her heart. "Ulan..." The hysterical shouting echoed above the Qinglv Lian River, with a strong sense of despair.
Chong Yunxiao. She watched Ulan die in front of her, and was helpless when hearing Wen Yingyun's death order.
"kill……"
There was another cold shout, and the ruthless words were filled with blood.
Arnold stared at me with wide eyes, "Wen Yingyun, from today on, there is no friendship between you and me. All we have is that you owe me your life."
Wen Yingyun looked at the stubborn and petite figure standing on the boat, looked at the eyes filled with anger and hatred staring at him, watched her picking up a fallen arrow from the boat and scratched her long skirt, and looked at
A piece of flying skirt fell on the river with the wind. Everything in the past between them was gone, and all that was left today was revenge to the death. He gritted his teeth and held the long sword in his hand tighter.
, the pattern on the copper hilt was deeply carved into the palm of his hand, he narrowed his eyes and jumped towards Arnold.
Arnold was very calm, as if because of the overwhelming atmosphere, he suddenly felt that all this was nothing. She watched Wen Yingyun rush towards him with his sword, and watched the sharp blade shining with a soul-stirring cold light under the bright moon. She tightened her grip
He shot the arrow in his hand, and the most ruthless determination emerged from his eyes.
"Amul, stay back." A shout came, and Zhenjin's figure had already landed on the boat and blocked her in front of her.
Wen Yingyun's speed was extremely fast, but he was still one step behind Zhenjin. The long sword slashed straight down, and was held up by another long sword that had already been raised.
With a "ding" sound, the boat swung backwards, and Wen Yingyun followed up by slashing down again with his sword.
The real gold sword was raised again, and in the blink of an eye the two swords collided again, and a string of fire flashed with a harsh scratching sound. The two tried their best, just to kill each other.