Behind them are Ning Yuke and four others, and in front of them is a black crowd of assassins.
At first glance, Wei Changtian's situation at this moment is similar to that just now, but in fact it is completely different.
Because just now he could move around in a small area, but now if he wanted to save the lives of the people behind him, he couldn't hide at all.
The smoke and the sound of fighting rising not far away indicate that reinforcements have arrived at the outer perimeter, and it is estimated that they will be able to reach here within ten breaths.
However, for Wei Changtian, these are also the most dangerous ten breaths.
Ten breaths...
The assassins who realized that they had been "counter-surrounded" did not escape or try to break out. Instead, they rushed towards the carriage at a faster speed.
The midday sun shone on countless cold blades, and in an instant they were in front of Wei Changtian.
"Qiang!!"
The first sharp slash came down, and the long steel sword only lasted for a moment before breaking into two pieces.
Along with it, the assassin's left arm was severed.
Nine breaths......
Just after one knife passed, several more knives struck at the same time, each knife was mixed with majestic internal force.
If he were more rational, Wei Changtian should hide at this time.
But he was already red-eyed, and he actually stood up to face the sword. In the blink of an eye, his upper body clothes turned into rags and flew away, and white marks covered his inner armor.
When one of them came face to face, blood splattered everywhere.
This time it was Wei Changtian's blood.
Eight breaths......
The periphery of the "main battlefield".
There were three groups of people dressed in different clothes in the east, west and north directions, fighting hard towards the direction of the carriage.
The assassin in yellow resisted very tenaciously, probably trying desperately to buy time for his companions to "complete the mission."
"Quick!! Come with a few people and follow me to fight in and save Mr. Wei first!!!"
A man in green clothes who came to the rescue shouted loudly, and immediately ran straight towards Wei Changtian like a bull, regardless of the swords and swords around him.
Several assassins tried to stop them, but were immediately knocked to the ground. When they looked up again, their necks were already covered with swords.
Realizing that there was no hope of resistance, they did not hesitate and immediately bit the poison that had been in their mouths, killing them in the blink of an eye.
No matter whether the mission is successful or not, you will never live.
Death warrior.
Seven breaths...
In the carriage.
Ning Qingyu slowly woke up from his coma.
He looked at the scene in front of him, but his expression showed no trace of surprise or fear, and there was only infinite chill in his eyes.
Ning Yuke was still standing in front of them, holding the long knife of the assassin who had just died in his hand, looking intently at Wei Changtian's back, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.
Six breaths......
"Fuck you!!"
Wei Changtian roared loudly, raised his knife and stabbed another assassin in the chest.
No one knows how many he has killed at this time. The Dragon Song Knife has long been dyed red, and even the red rope tied to the handle seems to be a bit brighter than before.
He was a "big devil", but he had only killed one person, Liu Yuanshan, before.
It was quite a killing spree today.
Five breaths......
"Snapped!"
His bloody hands tightly grasped the Dragon Roar Blade. The "spirit of dedication" an assassin burst out before his death finally forced Wei Changtian to abandon the sword.
"Tsk!"
The brief pull caused a new wound on his arm, but Wei Changtian refused to give in, and without even frowning, he punched the opponent's left shoulder with his backhand.
"boom!"
With a muffled sound, the latter's entire left arm was suddenly separated from his body, as if it had been blown away.
This was the first time that Wei Changtian used Tianluo Fist, which is also a heaven-level martial skill, in actual combat.
Once you practice to the "transparent state", your internal energy can penetrate your body and explode.
Four breaths......
The number of assassins has been getting smaller and smaller, but Wei Changtian's situation is getting worse.
As the saying goes, an inch long is an inch strong.
Although Tianluo Fist is indeed extremely powerful, "battle with bare hands" is inherently disadvantageous.
Not to mention fighting a group of hand-to-hand swordsmen.
Ning Yuke also noticed this. Without any hesitation, she immediately turned the long knife in her hand, holding the blade tightly with both hands, and handed the handle to Wei Changtian's side.
"Master Wei! Take the sword!"
Three breaths......
Maybe Wei Changtian did have an inexplicable tacit understanding with Princess Rou'an.
Although Ning Yuke only said "take the knife", Wei Changtian looked like he had eyes on the back of his head, without even looking, he stretched out his hand and grasped the handle of the knife.
"Whoosh!"
The long knife disappeared from Ning Yuke's hand in an instant, and the blade scratched the palm of his hand, leaving a wound deep enough to show the bone.
The blood instantly stained the white dress, but she still just looked at Wei Changtian, even maintaining the posture of handing over the knife.
Two breaths...
"Swear loyalty to the prince to the death!!"
The last palace guard who fought side by side with Wei Changtian finally screamed and fell down. Before he died, he hugged the leg of an assassin for his life.
At this time, there were only five assassins left facing Wei Changtian.
Five versus one, and the realms are almost the same.
This should have been a very disparate showdown, but when they saw Wei Changtian regaining his sword, the five assassins subconsciously took half a step back.
A dead soldier may not be afraid of death, but after all, he is still afraid of the power that he cannot defeat.
Last breath...
Nearly a hundred figures are running towards them from all directions. Judging from the time, even if Wei Changtian doesn't take action, it won't be a big problem.
Even more rationally, he should try to keep these five remaining alive in order to catch the mastermind behind the scenes.
but......
Wei Changtian finally raised the knife and waved it gently from left to right under everyone's gaze...
"Buzz!"
"Crack!!"
"boom!!!"
tremble, crack, shatter.
The long sword made of hundreds of refined steel could not withstand the force of the cut, and in the blink of an eye it turned into countless tiny fragments and exploded in the air.
Wei Changtian shook his head and threw away the empty handle of the knife.
Also falling to the ground along with the hilt were five masked human heads.
The fracture is like a mirror, and the blood coagulates but does not flow.
Gui Chen Knife Dzogchen - Gui Chen.
...
The sky is blue and the leaves are yellow on the ground. The autumn colors are in waves, and the waves are green with cold smoke.
The scenery of Nanshan remains the same, with red leaves all over the mountain.
When Wei Changtian saw this scene for the first time, he never imagined that he would encounter such a thing as "assassination", so he could only sigh -
Pour some bloody mold!
Forget it, just think of it as a preview of the future revenge against the Liu family.
At least through this incident, I discovered some shortcomings in my security work.
"Master!"
"Master Wei!"
"Master Wei!"
The three big men rushed over in a hurry, ignoring Ning Qingyu who had already poked his head out of the sedan, and knelt down to the ground facing Wei Changtian.
One of these three people is wearing yellow clothes, one is wearing green clothes, and the other is wearing red clothes. They are obviously from three different forces.
Good guys, where are you performing at the traffic light next to this?!
Wei Changtian didn't even look at them, he turned around and went to look for the Dragon Song Knife among a pile of corpses.
Ning Qingyu may have felt that it was not appropriate to leave his savior here. Although he was a little weak, he still took the initiative to ask:
"Thank you all heroes for saving your lives, but I don't know who sent you?"
"this......"
The three men looked at me and I looked at you, but they all hesitated and said nothing.
Until Wei Changtian said calmly: "What? Didn't you hear the prince ask you?"
"ah!"
The three of them stopped making ink marks and immediately bowed their heads to introduce themselves to their homes.
"The secret guard of the Xuanjing Division, Bai Jin, was ordered by Master Zhenfu to lead people to secretly protect the young master!"
"Zhang Dahu, from the Qingpao Army Scout Battalion, under the orders of the Commander-in-Chief... also secretly protects the Young Master..."
"Tianluo Sect's Film Department, Gongsun Ke, under the order of the leader... also secretly protects the young master..."
"..."
After the three of them finished speaking, they still didn't dare to stand up and continued to kneel.
Ning Qingyu knew that they were all here for Wei Changtian, and he couldn't help but feel a little bitter and even envious in his heart.
He hesitated for a moment and then gently advised: "Master Wei, please don't let them kneel down."
"Your Majesty, don't worry about them."
Wei Changtian snorted coldly and scolded the three of them directly: