Xiao Lingyue's skills are naturally not comparable to those of ordinary Imperial Guardsmen.
The small square was filled with thick smoke, the figures were chaotic and mixed, and nothing could be seen clearly.
The number of assassins is small, and all of them are elites. In this case, they have the upper hand. They fight independently without worrying about accidentally injuring their companions. The blade in their hands can be swept across and kill people with extreme ruthlessness.
However, there are hundreds of surviving Imperial Guards, crowded into a small square, unable to move at all. If you are not careful, you may injure your companions.
Their martial arts skills were not as good as those of the assassins, and they were unable to take advantage of their numerical superiority. They also had to guard the entrance of the palace, and were full of worries, resulting in increasing casualties.
If Xiao Lingyue doesn't arrive in time, I'm afraid if the delay continues, all these forbidden troops will be annihilated sooner or later.
"Whoosh!"
The soft sword is thin and sharp, and its thorns are like those of a snake. Every move will draw blood.
Xiao Lingyue was hidden in the smoke, her figure was like a ghost, erratic, and wherever she went, a streak of blood would splash out.
In just a few minutes, three assassins had died in her hands.
Xiao Lingyue's skirt was stained with blood, and the veil on her face was smudged with blood drops, highlighting her cold and sharp eyes, like a god of murder. The god blocks the murderer, and the Buddha blocks the killing of the Buddha.
In front of the palace gate, there were densely packed Forbidden troops, forming several human walls. Anyone who dared to approach would be frantically attacked.
There was so much smoke all around that you couldn't see who was who if you didn't get close.
In order to avoid attracting an attack from the Forbidden Army, Xiao Lingyue did not rush to approach the palace gate, but relied on the cover of smoke to wander around and strangle the assassins.
Offense is the best defense.
"Whoa!" Another handful of blood splashed out.
An assassin in black who was wielding a machete to kill the Imperial Army felt a chill on his neck and his throat was cut off by a very thin blade. His eyes widened in horror and he froze in place.
"Pfft!" The scarred Imperial Guard on the opposite side didn't notice anything unusual about him, and instinctively pierced his heart with a sword.
The assassin's body fell heavily to the ground.
At this time, Xiao Lingyue had already quietly gone to another battle circle, and took advantage of the assassin's opportunity to pursue the imperial army to launch a sneak attack without hesitation.
One sword after another, another sword after another.
Gradually, the Imperial Guards and assassins fighting in the small square felt that something was wrong.
"Someone is coming?" Xue Hai, the commander of the Forbidden Army, was puzzled: "Who is helping us kill the assassin?
The only two assassins left were wary.
At some point, their companions became fewer and fewer, and no one responded to the signals they sent, as if only enemies were left in all directions.
"Chirp chirp." One of the assassins imitated the sound of a bird and sent out a signal.
No companions were attracted.
But it attracted another murderous god.
Xiao Lingyue held a soft sword in her hand and silently approached behind the assassin. She pierced his shoulder blade with the sword and the blade penetrated the body.
"Ah..." The assassin let out a hoarse scream.
Xiao Lingyue kicked the assassin mercilessly, knocking him to his knees and breaking his hands and feet with a few clicks.
"Ah!!" The assassin howled in pain, his face twisted into a ball of pain, and he finally couldn't help but ask: "Who are you?!"
From beginning to end, the assassin was destroyed without even seeing the shadow of Xiao Lingyue.
"Huh?" Xiao Lingyue was surprised.
"Under the cover of these poisonous smoke, even I have to hold my breath and fight quickly. How can these assassins still talk?"
Xiao Lingyue realized something immediately. She bent down and pulled off the scarf on the assassin's face, and smelled it. Sure enough, there was a bitter medicinal smell. Popular "" This chapter has been completed!