Thinking that the dead soldiers who assassinated Zhao Ziyan were originally ambushed above his head, An Yixin's heart was pounding, although he was extremely afraid, he was not slow to react, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he pressed Shen Yu's head and stuffed him under the nearest table. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Shen Yu was angry and funny, he was so secretive that he forgot to tell An Yixin that his father was the strongest martial saint in a hundred years, these dead soldiers were well-trained, and before they came out to assassinate Zhao Ziyan, Zhao Ziyu must have given a strict order, even if he accidentally injured the whole street, he couldn't hurt him by mistake, otherwise up to the eight generations of ancestors and down to the unborn children, they would be caught by Zhao Ziyu and given to his father to atone for his crimes.

But it's too late to add to this sentence now. An Yixin was too frightened, and her strength became surprisingly large, Shen Yuyi didn't struggle, and coupled with her short stature, she was really stuffed under the table. Shen Yu was about to struggle, but An Yixin had already squatted in, hugged him tightly, and protected his neck, pressing his face into his arms.

Shen Yu's face was pressed against An Yixin's chest, listening to her heart pounding, she obediently closed her mouth and stood. Give An Yixin a little space.

An Yixin hid her body, calmed down slightly, and held Shen Yu's head to prevent him from looking out, but she turned her head sideways and looked out.

After a glance, An Yixin was suddenly in a hurry. Zhao Ziyan stood in the middle of the street with his bare hands, but the black-clothed people who surrounded him were holding their own blades, some long and some short, and some of the blades were very strange shapes, as if they could cooperate with each other and learn from each other's strengths.

This stupid x, knowing that he came out to be bait today, why didn't he even think about hiding a blade on his body! An Yixin scolded in her heart and told Shen Yu, "You stay here and don't move." He crawled out from under the table with his hands and feet, grabbed a teapot and threw it out.

In the panic, he didn't have the strength to make his head, and the teapot was not thrown out of the house at all, but smashed directly on the door frame, spilling tea all over the ground.

The teapot was broken, but the few people facing each other in the middle of the street just stared at each other, without even glancing at each other.

An Yixin was enthusiastic, but he was not discouraged, he even forgot about his fear, ran to another table in two steps, reached out and picked up another teapot.

There was a sudden darkness in front of him, An Yixin blinked, and saw Lu Yunshen holding Shen Yu's hand, which was blocking in front of him.

Shen Yu? Didn't Shen Yu be stuffed under the table by himself just now?

Shen Yu glanced at Lu Yunshen, "You don't have to worry about me, go and help Zhao Ziyan." ”

"He doesn't have to help." Lu Yun said concisely, turning his head to look at the teapot in An Yixin's hand.

The little girl was useless, but at least she behaved bravely.

In the panic and confusion, An Yixin clearly interpreted Lu Yunshen's gaze for the first time. She put down the teapot in a daze, but unfortunately her hand was unsteady, and the teapot fell on the table with a 'clang'.

In this situation, this little mistake is really insignificant, but An Yixin is still very embarrassed, but fortunately, Lu Yunshen did not turn back this time.

"There's a back door over there, everyone go that way, slow down, don't panic, there's no fight yet." A crisp and joyful voice shouted.

As soon as An heard about the prestige, he saw Jin Wuhen with a smile on his face, showing the way to the panicked tea customers. The tea guests came out from under the table one after another, hugging their heads and jumping up.

An Yixin really wanted to hug his head with them, but after thinking about it, he still felt that it was safer to stand behind Lu Yunshen.

Just looking at the back, I feel calm and calm, like a mountain.

There was no clashing of weapons, but there was a terrible scream. Lu Yunshen's back was like a mountain, blocking An Yixin from seeing anything. But that scream alone still made her whole body tremble.

He seemed to block the little girl's sight and hinder her exercise, Lu Yunshen seemed to feel An Yixin's fear, led Shen Yu to take two steps back, and stood next to An Yixin.

Look at it.

An Yixin reacted quickly, and the scream was terrifying, so he immediately closed his eyes as soon as the obstacle in front of him moved. But after a few moments, she finally clenched her fists and opened her eyes.

Such an exciting scene, I didn't see it until I was thirty years old in my previous life, and now I have to watch it.

Zhao Ziyan, who was originally bare-handed in the heart of the street, had an extra sword in his hand, and he was dodging out of the joint blow of several black-clothed people, and the sword cut through the throat of the dead soldier who was holding the blade behind them and was ready to rush up to mend the knife at any time.

Blood spurted out, spreading out a fan in the sunlight like a bright red silk, and then falling.

An Yixin was very strange, she witnessed the murder for the first time, and in her shock, she actually noticed that Zhao Ziyan swung out a sword, and after cutting the throat of the dead man, he did not backhand the blade that was chasing behind him, but flashed to the side, as if he was more afraid of being splashed with blood and dirty clothes, rather than those behind him.

What's even more bizarre is that Zhao Ziyan ignored the pursuit behind him, but dodged away from the sprayed blood, but the dead soldiers behind him did not take the opportunity to attack, but watched Zhao Ziyan dodge away, and also dodged away.

An open space suddenly became vacant behind Zhao Ziyan.

Zhao Ziyan grabbed a sword in a moment and killed one person. The two sides confronted each other again.

"This dead man is a decoy, he has poison in his body, and if it is stained with his blood, it will also be poisonous." Lu Yunshen said to Shen Yu.

Shen Yu let out an 'oh', and then said, 'It's a pity.' ’

What kind of poison do you want to see? Lu Yunshen asked with his eyes.

Of course, the body is highly poisonous and does not die, and you can still participate in the siege, don't you wonder what kind of poison it is? Shen Yu replied with his eyes.

I've been curious many times, Lu Yunshen thought to himself, and shouted at Zhao Ziyan in the heart of the street, "Sword." ”

Zhao Ziyan didn't even look back, and when he heard the sound, he flicked his wrist, and the sword in his hand was like a blood-red meteor, shooting straight towards Lu Yunshen.

An Yixin heard Shen Yu say 'It's a pity', but he didn't react, let alone notice the eye contact of the pair of senior brothers beside him, at this moment, seeing Zhao Ziyan throwing a bloody sword, the blood flashed and went straight to Lu Yunshen, and he couldn't help but let out an 'ah', his body was crooked, and he fell to the side.

I don't understand why Shen Sheng's two apprentices suddenly turned against each other, but it was just a flying sword, and Lu Yunshen must have a way to deal with it. I'll get out of the way. An Yixin thought in his heart, although he knew that he would not hurt himself if he stood still by looking at the trajectory of the sword, he still didn't care if it would hurt if he fell, so he fell straight to the side.

Lu Yunshen raised his hand to catch the sword, stretched out his foot and hooked An Yixin, why did the little girl suddenly fall?

He glanced at An Yixin suspiciously, only to see that the little girl's face was pale, her eyes were wide, and she was obviously too frightened.

It turned out to be scared and confused. Lu Yunshen thought in his heart, and handed the blood sword to Shen Yu, "Hurry up and see, the blood will have no effect as soon as it is cold and poisonous." He admonished. Ziyan and I have tried it several times. ”

The strength in Ziyan's hand is good, the sword is not thrown slowly, and not a single trace of blood drops. Lu Yunshen said in his heart. (To be continued.) )