There were a few soft "whoosh" sounds, which were the sound of arrows piercing the air through the rain curtain. Four clusters of arrows shot through the window, shooting towards Yingzizhen, and a silvery-white air flow was brought up in the rain curtain. Ying Zizhen raised his gun and swept down three arrows, and the remaining arrow cluster was blocked by the spear, deviated from the direction, and pierced into the wooden beams and pillars in the middle of the teahouse, and the tail of the arrow was still vibrating violently, making a "buzzing" sound.

Four figures jumped down from the attic on the opposite side and gathered around the teahouse. The sharp chopping knife was already unsheathed, with a piercing light.

The guy in the teahouse turned pale, and hid behind the counter with a smoke, never daring to show his head again.

All four of them covered their faces, revealing a pair of bright eyes, and were dressed in pitch-black power suits. Winner Zizhen slowly retreated to the corner, blocking Youruo behind him. He knew that in the darkness somewhere, there were still a few killers, armed with repeaters, waiting for the moment.

Win Zizhen holds his hand in the most appropriate position for the hilt. "The shadow guard of the Wei Kingdom?" his arms were already full of strength when he said this, and he didn't need an answer.

A clear whistle sounded, and the spear stabbed out with a chilling murderous aura, facing the killer in front of him. The killer turned away, the knife was swung out, and the action was completed in an instant. The sword light whistled and slashed towards the winner, and the air seemed to be split. Winning Zizhen swung his spear, drew a curve pointing to the sky, and knocked away the opponent's offensive.

The other three killers quickly attacked, and the offensive came like a tide. The Soul Eater Spear drew a sharp arc, and the strong force sealed the killer's chilling blade. Then the spear went straight and pushed out towards the killer in front of him. The killer tapped his toes and stepped back. Ying Zizhen used the momentum of his body to go even faster, and the spear pointed directly at the killer's chest, and when the arm was fully extended, the spear blade just pierced the opponent's body.

Three bright arcs of the sword fell towards the top of Ying Zizhen's head, and at the same time, with a "whoosh", another feather arrow dragged a long air flow through the air. Ying Zizhen had no room to think at all, at the moment of life and death, he instinctively raised the soul devouring spear, and the three knife arcs were cut off by force, he completely ignored the soreness from the tiger's mouth, pushed the gun with all his strength to press the attack of the horse chopping knife aside, and suddenly drew the gun to draw a gorgeous curve, and pushed the arrow cluster away. All the movements seemed to be completed in an instant, and no one could see his movements.

The remaining killers didn't give Ying Zizhen a chance to breathe, and the three horse chopping knives roared and threw a large piece of knife shadow towards Ying Zizhen. Win Zizhen raised his gun to the left and right, and the sound of metal striking resounded all around, and small sparks jumped in the air from time to time. Heavy pressure came from every piece of knife light, and the killers had no more false moves, and every knife was desperately hissed, with a sharp wind hiss. The secret cluster of arrows always blocked his offensive when he wanted to attack, and his strength was rapidly depleting, and the fierce attack made his arm sore.

Yuruo hid quietly in the corner, and she sat on the ground with her back against the wall without making a sound. The sound of the wind and rain outside was completely drowned out by the sound of metal crashing, and through the fleeting sparks, she saw the corpse lying on the ground, and she closed her eyes and did not dare to look at it again. The sound of the table being split and all kinds of tea sets shattering sounded, and the sound of wood breaking was everywhere.

It was completely dark, and it was already pitch black in the teahouse. Winning Zizhen listened carefully to every sound in the air, and his spear accurately captured the trajectory of a killer. A clear whistle sounded, and a clear feeling came, and a killer fell to the ground with a bang, knocking down a tea table, and there was a chaotic sound.

Winner Zi unleashed a feathered arrow, and with all his strength he had figured out the archer's location. The other two killers lurked in the darkness, their breathing light, like tigers waiting for their prey. From memory, Ying Zizhen knew where the first killer had fallen to the ground, and his horse chopping knife must have been there. He walked softly, his eyes useless, his ears trying to listen to everything around him. He swept the Soul Eater Spear forward, the sharp edge of the spear drawing a beautiful arc, and the assassin in the dark hurriedly dodged. Winner Zizhen quickly picked up the horse chopping knife on the ground and threw it with all his might, while an arrow burst through the rain curtain and roared. The horse chopper dragged out a silver-white air current, and directly broke through the arrow cluster and roared away. A scream was heard, and a body tumbled off the roof across the street.

The two killers discovered the location of Ying Zizhen, and the chopping knife in the palm of his hand whistled towards the place, and the bright light of the knife hissed towards Ying Zizhen with the wind. The two of them had failed to chop their swords, and they suddenly felt bad, and it was too late to retreat. The Soul Eater roared straight away, the air was also broken, and the powerful force pierced through the bodies of the two of them at once, until it penetrated the wall before it fell silent.

Ying Zizhen pulled out the Soul Eater Gun from the wall, threw a gold coin on the ground, walked to Youruo's side, took Youruo's cold little hand, and left without looking back.

The drizzle did not stop, and Ying Zizhen followed the light on the ground and walked slowly down the street, keeping his whole body on guard. The rain ran down his neck and into his clothes, and the breeze blew in, and a biting chill penetrated his body. He glanced back at Youruo, and the little girl followed with difficulty with her head down, her steps staggering. Perhaps frightened, he thought. He wanted to take off the big hat and put it on for Youruo, but the little girl held his hand and wouldn't let go. The little girl's hands were smooth, and the rain met in the palms of the two of them, slowly slipping down, and there was some faint stickiness.

Ying Zizhen stopped, and he smelled a hint of a smell, a familiar smell. It's blood, the smell of blood.

Youruo finally let go of his big hand and fell to the ground suddenly, setting off a snow-white splash.

Ying Zizhen picked her up, and the bright light of the lantern in front of the eaves of an inn shone through. As if she were angry, the arrow pierced her chest, and the red blood stained half of her body. "I said I could be strong, remember?" she looked at Ying Zizhen, trying to keep smiling.

Ying Zizhen threw out the Soul Eater Spear in his palm, draped the big gun on Youruo's body, and picked her up and ran like crazy in the rainy night. The blood slowly slid down the little girl's fingertips, causing blood-red ripples in the water.

With a "clang", the door of a medical hall was kicked open, and the huge force kicked the door leaf out of the distance, and the fierce noise startled the people in the room. Ying Zizhen gently put Youruo on the bed, pulled out the scimitar at his waist, and looked coldly at the family who were having dinner.

He walked over and put the blade against the chest of an old man, and said coldly, "She lives, you live, she dies, you die!"

The old man glanced at him, he had seen such things many times, and he was a little numb. "I can't save her like this. He brushed aside his sharp cutlass and walked straight over. Carefully observing the wound, his face became more and more solemn. He said to his wife, "Bring the scissors." ”

The old man placed the arrow cluster under the candle flame, and the arrow cluster glowed with a dark cyan light. "Quenched with poison, I have shed so much blood, I am afraid that the poison has attacked the heart, and I can't save it, and I can't save it if I kill it. The old man kept shaking his head.

As if the wound had been cleaned, and the bandaged white cloth had been stained dark brown again, her gaze had become dull, and her mouth had opened slightly, as if to tell something.

Ying Zizhen sat in front of the bed, no expression on his face. Youruo looked at him blankly, and said something intermittently. "Zi Zheng...... Brother, son...... Brother Zhen...... Elder brother. Then she looked to the sky. "Wind ...... Wind...... Dust....... Her empty eyes slowly closed.