Immediately after, dozens of masked men armed with large knives quickly outflanked Su Yueming's carriage, and with a soaring murderous aura, the dust under their feet rose high.

Suddenly, the scene was foggy.

"Ahh Liu Piaoer and the other three people were shocked, frightened, squatting on the side of the carriage, holding their heads, trembling.

Seeing this, the six guards who protected the carriage immediately drew their swords to defend against the gangsters who came, and at that end, Xuanyuan Qiche's guards saw that their master was in danger, and they also quickly came.

Someone wants to kill her!

Su Yueming's eyes narrowed slightly, it was obvious that these people's eyes were on her, not Xuanyuan Qiche on the side.

There are more and more masked faces surrounding, and they are eyeing them around, it seems that these people have long been ambushed, just waiting for the opportunity to kill her!

Xuanyuan Qiche's guards and the guards of the Prime Minister's Mansion who protected the carriage immediately formed a united front to jointly defend against the enemy. Xuanyuan Qiche's face was cold, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Su Yueming came out of his arms and said to him, "The person they want to deal with is obviously me, the sixth prince doesn't have to wade into this troubled water, let's go quickly!" ”

"How could I leave you at such a time?" Xuanyuan Qiche faced the masked people who were surrounded, and a murderous aura suddenly appeared on his face.

"......" Su Yueming frowned, at this moment, what is he saying such things?

Xuanyuan Qi Che didn't pay attention to Su Yueming's face, he looked at the masked man in front of him, and said sharply, "This king is the sixth prince of the dynasty, Xuanyuan Qi Che, what kind of hatred do you have with Miss Su San, you want to kill it quickly, this king advises you to surrender quickly, otherwise, there will be no place to bury you!" ”

His voice was so cold that it made people tremble, and the masked face of the leader visibly shrunk, but with his life on his side, he had to fight-

"Sixth Prince, the person we have to deal with is this woman, I advise the Sixth Prince, it's better not to care about this idle matter, otherwise, it will be bad if you become a wronged soul under the knife!"

"Hmph." Xuanyuan Qiche snorted coldly, there was no hint of retreat in his eyes, and said, "Her idle affairs, this king is really in charge!" Kill! ”

He raised his hand and waved.

Suddenly, the well-trained guards behind him attacked the masked man in a surrounding motion.

The swords and swords, the shouting and killing, there was chaos, and the scene was bloody.

The coldness in Su Yueming's eyes became deeper and deeper, and a figure suddenly flashed in her mind.

Song Siyuan!

On that day in the Prime Minister's Mansion, his eyes were full of murderous and sadistic energy.

"Follow me!" Suddenly, a deep voice sounded in her ears, and before she could react, her body had already risen into the air.

It turned out that Xuanyuan Qiche hugged her waist with one hand, and took the long sword thrown by the guards with the other, and joined the camp to fight the masked man!

His eyes are like ice, his moves are sharp, and his sword is deadly.

Although he had Su Yueming by his side, he still slashed and killed the two besieging masked men with lightning speed! The spurting blood spilled out and splashed on Su Yueming's face, and a bloody smell filled her nasal cavity, and she almost vomited.

At this moment, a masked man behind Xuanyuan Qiche caught the gap, suddenly rose into the air, raised the sharp blade in his hand and attacked behind them, and at the same time, there were four people in front of him who slashed at him at the same time!

The situation is critical!

If that sword is cut down, it will definitely pierce Xuanyuan Qiche's heart!

"Ah, be careful!" Su Yueming seemed to notice something, she turned her head suddenly, and saw the sharp sword that flashed with cold light and the hideous expression of the person holding the sword.

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[Yuan Mo suddenly thought of a sentence: Fate is a rope that pulls people who want to stay away together]