"Are you all rice buckets! It's not good to even look at the palace! King Zhao kicked the soldier to the ground and walked down the city wall angrily. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at the city is not honest, Ruofeng and their army don't look as powerful as they imagined, it's just a group of rabble, didn't they just get their fart and pee!

If you think about it, if the wind's side is not urgent, the burning of your palace is the top priority, if you win the battle here, but your palace is burned to slag, won't you be laughed at by the world?

King Zhao immediately asked people to prepare horses, and he wanted to lead his troops back to the palace.

Some of the soldiers on the city wall followed King Zhao back to the palace to extinguish the fire, and the remaining soldiers were still guarding the city gate, waiting for the second wave of Ruofeng's attack.

Yan Ran, who was hidden in the shadows, understood that transferring King Zhao away from the city gate was the opportunity they created for him.

The rumbling war drums outside sounded again, and Wakafeng began a second wave of attacks.

This attack was much more fierce than the previous one, and it soon made the soldiers on the castle tower scramble, and Ruofeng put enough pressure on them.

Yan Ran knew that it was her turn to do it herself.

Glancing at the small figure on the city tower, Qin Anbei who was hanging, Yan Ran took a deep breath, Qin Anbei, I am here to save you, Yan Ran thought silently in his heart.

He used his internal strength, held his breath, and clinged to the shadow of the eaves, approaching step by step like a city tower.

The last time, when he entered the siege, he was to assassinate her, and this time he entered the siege to save her.

It seems that fate is formed in such a constant cycle of similarity.

Secretly killing a soldier in a corner, he rarely took off his favorite red makeup, smeared his face yellow with mud, and quickly peeled off the soldier's clothes and put them on himself.

He put on his helmet, lowered his head, walked up to the city tower step by step, and through the heavy crowd, he approached Qin Anbei step by step.

Everything went well, and then just a few meters north of Qin An, a soldier blocked Yan Ran's way.

"This is a heavily guarded place! Without the emperor's dictation, no one is allowed to enter without permission! You hurry away. A soldier picked up the spear in his hand and pointed at Yan Ran and said.

Yan Ran stabilized his expression for a moment, lowered his voice and said, "The emperor feels that it is not safe to hang Qin Anbei here, and he is afraid that he will be robbed by the Qin army, so he specially sent me to escort Qin Anbei to the palace. ”

The soldier glanced at Yan Ran, then withdrew his spear.

Yan Ran smoothly walked to the hanging platform where Qin Anbei was, cut off the rope hanging Qin Anbei with a knife, and carried Qin Anbei behind him.

The look on the corner of her mouth was a bit playful.

He saw that her slender wrists were white and bruised, one by one strangulation marks were shocking, her lips were pale and dry, there were a few traces of blood dripping from the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were slightly narrowed, not knowing if she was still awake.

Somewhere in my heart, there was a sudden pain, probably, a feeling of distress.

This thin girl, carrying her on her back, did not feel the slightest weight, he could feel it, it was the slender bone rod on her body.

It seems that she is a girl who is destined to suffer a lot.

Yan Ran carried her on her back and walked down, but was stopped by the soldier who was pointing at him just now.

"Wait, which squad are you on?" The soldier stopped him again.

Yan Ran raised his head and said with a smile on his face, "I'm from the third squad." ”

The third squad is hairy? He had no idea how they were divided!

The soldier's expression changed instantly, and he shouted, "There are spies! Catch the spies! ”

The soldier said: "The guards around the emperor are not divided into squads at all, hum! ”

Yan Ran had a headache, and sure enough, he was still exposed.

The long sword in his hand flashed, and directly cut off the soldier's head, and the blood gushed out like a fountain, spraying onto the faces of other soldiers nearby, and the soldier's body fell straight down.

Blood flowed down Yan Ran's long sword to the tip of the sword, dripping.

Hmph, nosy end, Yan Ran snorted coldly, and the corner of her mouth bloomed with an evil smile like a silk flower.

Everyone took half a step back in horror, and the guns and swords in their hands trembled.

They looked at each other and rushed forward.

They are also people who have fought in battles, and they know that the army under the city did not use large siege weapons such as rockets and stone throws because of Qin Anbei, but just rushed to the top with the most clumsy ladder.

Once Qin Anbei is robbed, the attack of the army under the city will not show mercy to half of the men, with their current strength, they will not be able to defend this city gate at all!

In an instant, hundreds of people gathered around Yan Ran, rushing over one after another.

Once Qin Anbei leaves, they all have to die!

Yan Ran's body took off and fell, dancing the long sword in his hand, no one's sword could dance so many tricks like him, chopping, chopping, picking, hooking, and stabbing every movement was smooth without the slightest stagnation.

The long sword cuts through the void, and every move points to the deadly place, the throat, the heart, the brain, and the move is deadly!

Yan Ran raised his nerves to the most tense state, in this state, his senses of sight, hearing, and smell would be raised to the extreme, and his intuition would become as accurate as a beast, able to catch every loophole of the enemy.

For Yan Ran, one loophole is fatal enough.

Yan Ran's title of the world's number one master is indeed not in vain, and his beastly instincts make him always invincible in battle.

This intuition is not inspiration or hunch, but an instinctive reaction to combat, and the body reacts faster than the brain.

This means that in the battle, he almost doesn't need to think about it, his speed of sword is far faster than ordinary people, the sword flower dances, almost no one can see his sword, but where the sword goes, there must be an extra corpse.

Yan Ran's sword flashed in front of everyone, Bai Lian pierced through the air, and vermilion blood splattered.

He will never use the routine he has used, his movements this time are slashes, horizontal slashes, and the next slash is connected to the spinning and horizontal kicks.

It seems that there is no discipline of martial arts, but the unexpected effect is extraordinary, no one can see where he is learning, originally one by one is just a simple action, but because it is his tricks and become not to be underestimated.

His instincts always allowed him to spot the enemy's loopholes at the first time, and the hearts of all those who met Yan Ran's sword were filled with horror.

There is a kind of horror called the enemy knows himself better than himself.