Chapter 198: The Powerful Skills of the Nine Princesses!
A look of hesitation flashed in the deputy general's eyes, and he shouted after a moment.
"Someone is coming!"
Following his voice, a group of soldiers immediately rushed into the hall and protected him.
The deputy general took a breath and raised his hand to point at Murong Wushuang and Ye Yue.
"Kill them!"
The soldiers saw that the other man was only a half-grown boy, so how could they be afraid? They immediately swarmed up to Murong Wushuang and swung their swords to attack Murong Wushuang.
"Eighth brother, be careful!"
Murong Wuyan exclaimed instinctively
Although he had no contact with Murong Wushuang and Murong Wuming, this Murong Wuyan was still a kind-hearted person, but he was a little weaker.
"If you dare to assassinate the prince, you will be punished!"
Before Zhu Zi could finish her words, she suddenly raised her left arm and spread her fingers.
Several wind blades appeared out of thin air, like rushing wind
There was only a sound of sharp blades cutting through the skin, and the dozen or so soldiers who rushed towards her froze in place.
Then, fell down helplessly
Blood spurted out from their severed throats, forming a rainbow of blood in the air.
Not to mention Murong Wuyan, even the deputy general couldn't help but froze in place with fear.
This young man, how did he do it?
The wind blade just appeared so quickly and strangely that the two of them could not see it clearly.
In their opinion, the dozen or so soldiers just pounced on her and died.
Is this boy a monster?!
The deputy general's hand holding the knife began to tremble.
Taking a deep breath, he rushed towards the door with all his strength.
"Whirlwind!"
Murong Wushuang slowly stretched out his left hand and gently popped out his middle finger
A sharply rotating cross wind slash roared out immediately. The general was still in the air, his head had been cut off, and he rolled into the courtyard.
After a while, his body fell down and fell on the steps by inertia.
"Third brother, it's okay, you can get up!"
He took a step forward and extended his palm to Murong Wuyan who was stunned on the spot. Murong Wushuang still had that calm look on his face.
That exquisite little face, with a few drops of blood splashed on it, has a strange beauty.