What Zhao Yun was guarding against were the three soldiers beside him. Liu Feng's safety was related to the stability of the Han Dynasty, and Zhao Yun was not allowed to take risks.
"kill."
When the three soldiers arrived, they gritted their teeth and rushed over with a roar. One of them even shouted: "His Royal Highness, leave quickly."
Zhao Yun's eyes suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. In the darkness, it was very difficult to distinguish, and he couldn't see how many assassins there were. It was a good thing to have these three people as the vanguard.[
However, Zhao Yun had no intention of letting Liu Feng leave his sight. They had all entered the palace, and no place was safe.
"kill."
"kill."
The three soldiers quickly fought with the twenty strong men. Both sides roared in unison and attacked fiercely. However, after all, the strength of the two sides was too different.
"Bang bang bang."
In the brief clash of weapons, the three soldiers were killed by twenty strong men with swords who swarmed forward.
"Ah, ah, ah."
Suddenly, the soldiers let out three screams and then fell into a pool of blood.
Zhao Yunxiao at the rear was surprised. He knew he was an elite soldier, but he didn't expect him to be so elite. You must know that the soldiers who could guard the palace were only ordinary elite soldiers, but they were killed instantly.
Although there is a huge difference in the number of people between the enemy and ourselves, it is still a big visual impact.
"Your Highness, pick up the hand crossbow." Zhao Yun's expression remained unchanged, he said to Liu Feng, then jumped off the chariot and rushed over.
Liu Feng did not answer, but calmly took down a small hand crossbow, holding a shield in his left hand and a repeating crossbow in his right hand, staring straight ahead.
The smell of chaos, fighting, and blood.
Even the palace, even the noble status of the crown prince, cannot avoid this scene in these troubled times. As early as when Liu Feng appeared in front of the emperor and the ministers as the king of Chuzhuang, Liu Feng
There is already an awareness.
die.
Failure means death.
However, Liu Feng never thought that he would die at this moment. He just stared at the white figure in front of him. This man was his support.
Zhao Yun.
He may not be said to be the most powerful man in the world, but he is definitely the most courageous man in the world.[
"kill."
Zhao Yun lived up to Liu Feng's expectations. After the two sides approached, Zhao Yun let out a roar and slashed out first with the long sword in his hand.
"Puch."
Because the speed was too fast, the strong man in front didn't even have the speed to react. In an instant, the sword blade slanted downward from his neck and cut off a fifth of his body.
Before he even had time to scream, the strong man was beheaded on the spot.
Shock, this is a huge shock. Even on the battlefield, such a thing rarely happens. A person's head, right arm, and half of the chest were all chopped off diagonally from the neck downwards.
.
Blood flew everywhere.
What a huge arm strength this is.
This guy was difficult to deal with. In an instant, a sense of awareness arose in the hearts of the remaining nineteen strong men. But awareness came to mind. After a moment of pause, they still swarmed up.
"kill."
They were the dead soldiers under Xu Chu's tent. They lived their lives licking blood from the blades of their swords. Death was a common occurrence. With a loud roar, they rushed forward again.
"Kill, kill, kill."
Zhao Yun let out a series of explosive roars, and kept waving the long sword in his hand. People say that the sword moves lightly and the sword moves sharply. But this Bingjian in Zhao Yun's hand is more domineering than ordinary people's swords.