If a spiritual cultivator of Qian Nan's level were on the battlefield where two armies were fighting, I don't know how much damage he would cause to the other party. But now, he died at the hands of an assassin. This was due to internal friction.
horrible.
The assassins rushed into the woods and chased Xiao Xiang and Xing Yuan who had escaped earlier.
Xing Yuan's Lingwu was similar to Qian Nan's. Even with Xiao Xiang, he could run extremely fast, but even so, they were still overtaken by dozens of assassins.
There were fifteen or six assassins in this wave, half of them were light spiritual cultivators and half were dark spiritual cultivators. When they discovered the figures of Xiao Xiang and Xing Yuan, the dark spiritual cultivators used shadow drift to reach them.
Directly in front, blocking the way for the two of them, the light spiritual cultivator followed closely, blocking their escape route. In just a moment, the assassins surrounded them.
There was still no one speaking. The assassins stared at Xiao Xiang, all of them with clear eyes. They raised their knives in unison and aimed them at her.
There were so many assassins around, but Xing Yuan was the only one left by her side. It would be a lie to say that Xiao Xiang was not afraid, but her dignity as a princess of a country did not allow her to beg for mercy, let alone
Allow her to show the slightest hint of timidity.
Surrounded by enemies, Xiao Xiang forced herself to calm down. She took a deep breath and asked in a loud voice: "Which of my brothers and sisters are you sent here? If you want to kill me, you must let me die!"
No one answered her question. A dark spiritual cultivator assassin gave a deep shout and took the lead in attacking. He stabbed forward with his spiritual sword and took out Xiao Xiang's neck.
Xiao Xiang didn't even see clearly how the sword was drawn. The tip of the spiritual knife had already stabbed her. Her face turned pale and she instinctively took a step back. At the critical moment, Xing Yuan was the one who used all his strength to draw the sword and stabbed Xiao Xiang.
Xiang's spiritual sword bounced away, and then he struck back with another sword, slicing off the assassin's head.
The assassin raised his sword to parry, and then heard a golden clang, and a dazzling spark suddenly appeared in the dark woods. The assassin put his feet on the ground and slid back more than two meters before he stabilized his body.
.
Looking at the ground again, two long scratches were revealed, and the spiritual armor on the assassin's palm was directly shattered. Blood oozed from the cracked tiger's mouth and dripped to the ground along his fingertips.
The surrounding assassins squinted their eyes, and the spiritual pressure on the scene began to double. Soon, the assassins slowly retreated. At the same time, the raised spiritual swords were put down one after another and carried behind their backs.
Before Xing Yuan could figure out what the other party was going to do, all of a sudden, the assassins threw away the spiritual knives behind their backs. The spiritual knives swirled in the air with a harsh whistle, flying towards Xiao Xiang and Xing Yuan'er from all directions.
people.
If Xing Yuan was just a person at this time, it would be easy for him to protect himself. The key is that he also has to protect Xiao Xiang. Seeing the flying spiritual knives roaring towards him, Xing Yuan shouted and used the milk
of strength to continuously cast spiritual martial arts skills.
I could only hear the tinkling sounds on the field. The more than ten spiritual knives that flew towards me were all blocked by the four spiritual chaos winds he cast in succession. The spiritual knives were struck by the spiritual blades and bounced down in the air.
When they reached the ground, before Xing Yuan could catch his breath, the assassins around him swarmed forward. While picking up their spiritual knives, they attacked Xiao Xiang and Xing Yuan respectively.
Even a spiritual cultivator of Xing Yuan's level cannot bear to cast four Spiritual Chaos Winds in one go. Now that he is at a time when his front strength has been exhausted and his back strength is insufficient, it is difficult for him to even protect himself, let alone go there.
Rescue Xiao Xiang.
Seeing the assassin's spiritual knife getting closer and closer to Xiao Xiang, and Xing Yuan himself being trapped by several assassins, he roared in anxiety, but unfortunately there was nothing he could do.
Just when Xiao Xiang was in dire straits and her life was in danger, a Sichuan soldier suddenly appeared beside her. No one present, including Xiao Xiang herself, could see clearly how he appeared.
This man's hands were like lightning, and he grabbed Xiao Xiang's waist. The moment he stabbed several spiritual knives in front of him, he jumped into the air. With this jump, he jumped two to three meters high. He was still in the air, and he took advantage of the situation.
He grabbed a tree branch, swung his body outwards with the help of inertia, and jumped out of the assassin's circle with Xiao Xiang in his arms.
His series of movements were done in one go, as fast and agile as a spiritual ape.
Cheng Yaojin suddenly appeared in the middle of the road. The assassins were stunned, and Xing Yuan was also dumbfounded. After he paused for a moment, he thought that the princess was being held hostage by the assassins. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair and beard were bulging. He yelled at the Sichuan soldier.
Rush over.
However, Xing Yuang's figure as he rushed out was immediately blocked by the assassins around him. At the same time, the assassins separated into seven people, carrying spiritual knives, and walked towards the Sichuan soldier step by step.
This Sichuan soldier was covered with a black scarf. He was not covered with spiritual armor and had no weapons in his hands. He looked just like an ordinary soldier. However, the assassins could feel that the spiritual pressure on this man was too strong. It was too powerful.
Waiting for a fight will first make people feel frightened.
Who is this person? How could such a powerful master be hidden in the princess' honor guard? Why is there no mention of their own intelligence? The assassins were filled with confusion, but their footsteps did not stop. The seven of them spread out in a fan shape,
Slowly* get closer.
Not to mention that they couldn't guess the specific identity of this Sichuan soldier, even Xiao Xiang, who was rescued by him, was still confused. She raised her head and stared blankly at the 'little soldier' who was hugging her waist. She couldn't help but
Zhu asked: "Who are you?"
He did not reply, but looked at the assassins coming from the opposite side, and said slowly: "You are not my opponent, and you don't want me to take action. At least, I can save your lives."
What a familiar voice! Xiao Xiang was startled and startled a little. Her eyes suddenly widened in disbelief, and she shouted in disbelief: "You are..."
As soon as she finished speaking, the Sichuan soldier's arm around her waist suddenly tightened. Then he lowered his head slightly and whispered in Xiao Xiang's ear: "It's okay if you know it yourself, but don't make it public."
She was a little unsure at first. After all, his voice was very familiar to her, but his accent was completely different. It was a standard Sichuan accent. But after hearing what he said, she was already sure that the person dressed as a Sichuan soldier was
Wind King Tang Yin is right!
How could he be in Sichuan? How could he come to her? Xiao Xiang was filled with doubts, but soon her confusion was replaced by anger.
Tang Yin must be a little too courageous. Not only did he run to Sichuan, he also ran to himself. Isn't he afraid of being exposed?
Even she herself couldn't tell whether she was angry at Tang Yin for not taking Chuan Guo seriously, or whether she was angry at him for taking his own life for granted.
At this time, Xiao Xiang had forgotten all the assassins around him, and his mind was focused on the 'Sichuan soldier' in front of him.
However, the assassin obviously didn't want to give her a chance to get to the bottom of it. Everyone shouted loudly and repeated the old trick. They threw the spiritual sword in their hands again and shot at the Sichuan soldier and Xiao Xiang.
"Humph." He let out a soft chuckle, and no movement was seen from him, but the spiritual sword magically appeared in his palm.
He squinted at the spiritual swords flying towards him, and thrust them out continuously. A series of jingling sounds were heard in his ears, and all seven spiritual swords bounced to the ground.
He drew his sword so fast that he struck out seven swords in a row, but in the eyes of others, it seemed as if he only thrust out one sword, but this sword knocked all seven spiritual knives to the ground.
The assassins' expressions changed when they saw this, and the figures that were closest to them stopped involuntarily.
They have fought against many spiritual martial arts masters, but they have never encountered one as powerful and terrifying as the person in front of them.
Rarely, a chill came into the hearts of the assassins. They stood there one by one, staring coldly at the Sichuan soldier, but they still did not make the next move.
As time passed, the spirit knife that fell on the ground began to make a slight sound, and white mist continued to emit from the body of the spirit knife. Due to the lack of spiritual energy infusion for a long time, the spirit knife's shape began to change.
Transformed into an ordinary steel knife.
At this time, one of the assassins couldn't hold it anymore. He rushed forward silently, rushed to a steel knife on the ground, reached out his arm and grabbed it.
However, he had just held the sword in his hand, and the Sichuan soldier hugging Xiao Xiang had appeared in front of him at some point. The cold spiritual sword pierced his chest mercilessly, entering through his chest, and the sword's edge was in front of him.
Then my heart came out.
Quiet. The scene was eerily quiet.
Plop! The assassin's body fell straight to the ground. His limbs only twitched a few times and then stopped moving. The blood that poured out instantly dyed the ground red. Almost at the same time, the assassins behind them also shouted in unison.
Inhalation sound.
The other party is a dark spiritual cultivator, which they can sense, but the other party is still holding Xiao Xiang in his arms, so it is impossible to use Shadow Drift, which means that he relies entirely on his own body skills to rush to his companions.
He was stabbed to death with another sword.
Incredible sword speed, even more incredible body skills, and speed, almost comparable to Shadow Drift.
There is no need to go over and engage in any fighting. At this time, the assassins have lost the fighting spirit to continue fighting. The opponent's strength has completely exceeded their ability to deal with it. They cannot be killed by just besieging them without fear of death. Even these batches of
Assassins are all dead warriors, but no one is willing to make fearless sacrifices.
Everyone looked at each other and slowly backed away in unison. Someone among them made a sharp whistle. Then, the assassins dispersed together and ran into the dense forest in various directions.
"We can't let them run away like this, you hurry up and catch them..." Xiao Xiang finally came to his senses, pushed the Sichuan soldier's breastplate hard, and shouted urgently.
Sichuan Bing had no intention of following her orders. He said slowly: "That's your problem, but you have to remember one thing. This time, you owe me a life."
As he spoke, the Sichuan soldier let go of Xiao Xiang, turned around and left.
Seeing this, Xiao Xiang was not willing to let him go and reached out to grab the cloak behind his back. In addition, Xing Yuanye had already taken the lead and blocked his way. While looking him up and down, he asked: "Who are you?"
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