There was a lingering sound at the foot of the mountain, but no one was seen.
Xi Ming felt a sense of loss, and looked up at the sky from afar. The sun was tilted, not noon. He thought to himself: Is it because I came one step late and Brother Huangfu can't wait to go down the mountain first? It shouldn't be true. Since it's a date, since it's
I traveled thousands of miles to the Ninth Corridor, can’t I wait for such a little time?
The lonely foothills had no life, and a gust of wind suddenly rose from Xiao Su's decadent clearance, teasing the broken hair on Xi Ming's forehead. He frowned and looked around with vigilance. A trace of ominous premonition suddenly surged into his heart, making him whole.
Everyone was trembling.
In order to pursue Huangfu Shi's footsteps, Xi Ming has been exploring the world since he was young. He has never seen any strong winds and waves? He only felt that there was a thin bloody rust air mixed in the air, and it revealed a hint of chill.
His wrist was loose, and the iron fracture fan that had never ignored his hands slipped out of his cuffs and was firmly held in his palm.
"Crash!" There was a sound of soil rolling, and dozens of figures rushed out of the ground between the foothills, leaving deep pits under the ground.
I saw them covered their faces, wearing tight black clothes, black cloaks, horse boots, bows and arrows on their backs, holding scimitars in their hands, and only a pair of eyes were exposed. Their deep and leisurely eyes were flashing under the scorching sun.
The strange light makes people shudder. It is obviously a group of powerful opponents that are difficult to deal with!
The breeze blows by, rolling up the flying sand.
Xi Ming did not dare to slacken at all, calmed his energy and focused his mind, staring at their every move. Finally, the corner of his mouth raised, a clear expression and calm eyes, and said loudly: "Dare you ask who is ahead? Why do you want to hide it.
Yu Jiu's corridor?" He already felt that today's bloody battle was inevitable. It seemed that he had just entered the enemy's ambush circle, but he did not seem to have a fight here in a daze. At least, he wanted to know,
Who will he fight?
Could it be that Huangfu Shi really set up a poisonous plan to kill him here?
There was no expected reply, and the person came, just looking at Xi Ming up and down bloodthirsty. They seemed to be looking for the best time to attack and the best attack breakthrough.
"What should you do to assassinate the crown prince of the current dynasty? You have to figure it out. This is the act of killing the nine clans, not just for you. You have a whole family!" Although Xi Ming is very skilled, he is a master.
He was bold, but under the artistic conception at that time, he didn't dare to be arrogant. You know, the other party came prepared after all. He tried to use this intimidation method to force the unknown assassins to retreat.
However, he was wrong. This group of assassins were all desperate people who were licking blood at the edge of the knife. The word "retreat" never appeared in their dictionary.
An assassin in the middle of the team said coldly: "Next year's day is your festival, go!"
An extremely fierce black-clothed assassin suddenly raised the scimitar in his hand, shouted loudly, and then rushed over.
Xi Ming's heart suddenly sank, and a trace of splendor flashed in his eyes. He gracefully pulled out a sword from his waist, and the cold front was out of the sheath, which was cool and straightforward. He was about to go forward to fight, but he could only hear "
A loud bang shot from behind the man in black who was racing, and the arrow feathers passed by, bursting out a storm of sound of breaking through the air.
Xi Ming was very anxious and shouted inwardly, "Despicable". He hurriedly unfolded the iron fracture fan in his hand, forming a shield posture, and headed towards the arrow feathers.
"Cang" her body was crisp, and the power of this arrow feather was beyond Xi Ming's judgment. The arrow feather shot straight through the paper fan and stabbed towards his face.
Xi Ming turned his head and avoided it quickly. The whistling arrow feathers flew out against his cheeks. Although it did not hurt his nose, the torrent caused his cheeks to get hot.
Before he could come to his senses, he could only hear a "swoosh" stir. The assassins shot arrows together, and the arrow feathers rushed towards Xi Ming.
He calmly responded to the challenge, threw his sword quickly, blocking the rain of arrows throughout the sky.
White sand was flying in the lonely foothills, and several assassins rushed towards Xi Ming under the cover of bows and arrows.
Xi Ming couldn't help but take a breath and thought to himself that it would not last long if he just kept his life. He had to rush over and kill their crossbowmen!
The wolf-toothed arrow feather shot like a rainbow, and Xi Ming rushed straight. Before the arrow feather touched his body, he was teased to the ground by the sword in his hand. "Sir!" Xi Ming jumped over and passed the
Several assassins who rushed to the forefront and turned over to the assassin's crossbowmen. He saw his sword dropping and his three heads were cut off. Then, the sword danced wildly, and the white sword light was as bright as
The snowflakes pricked the crossbowmen in the front row like raindrops.
I kept wailing everywhere and shouting.
"Kill!" The assassins who rushed out turned back again and rushed towards Xi Ming's back, immediately surrounding Xi Ming's three layers inside and three layers outside.
Xi Ming glanced ahead, but saw the swords and swords all over his body, and the crowds were crowded with people, so he did not dare to be careless. He suddenly activated his light skills, and his whole body rushed into the assassin formation like a whirlwind. He saw his body in a ghostly shape,
The assassin swam like needles and threads, flashing left and right, but the sword light never intersected with the assassin's weapons, and it pierced the vital points. Wherever the wind went, it was bloody. Xi Ming fought while shouting loudly.
He shouted: "Thief! Come on your life!"
After a long battle, most of the assassins who suddenly emerged were killed by Xi Ming!
However, he fought alone, after all, his skills were exhausted, and he gradually felt that he could not help. He even secretly complained, regretting that he did not call the guard when he went out.
How can one distract one's spirit when life and death are fighting?
Just as Xi Ming was crying, a black-clothed assassin suddenly flew out of the crowd, but the man waved his sword and the silver light flew, and with a "slam" sound, he cut off Xi Ming's head.
Xi Ming was about to lift his sword to block the grid, but the man made a move in the air. When his body swirled, his two strong legs kicked towards Xi Ming. Xi Ming couldn't dodge and had no weapons to protect him. In a hurry, he had to do so.
Lift the elbow to block the partition.
"Pu!" One flying leg stepped on Xi Ming's elbow heavily, and the other hooves stomped on Xi Ming's chest. "Clicked" and Xi Ming felt his chest was heart-wrenching.
The pain was severe and the depression was accumulated, and I couldn't lift it up in one breath, and my whole body flew out straight and fell heavily to the ground.
"Puff," Xi Ming felt a churning in his abdomen and suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood. He endured the severe pain, held the sword in one hand, and stood up with his force.
"Hahaha!" The assassins smiled and rushed towards Xi Ming in the sky.