One of the guards rushed in and tried to block the direction of the incoming arrow, but the bowstring snapped softly, and the feathered arrow pierced the guard's chest like lightning, and he screamed and fell to the ground.

Feng Jiachun had just gotten up from the ground, but he saw that on the dragon hugging the pillar beside him, another figure in the shape of a feather forest army fell vertically from a high place, about three zhang from the ground, his body jumped into the air, and a slender scimitar was raised in both hands and slashed towards the top of his head.

Father-in-law Tu didn't know why he was in front of him, and pulled out the long sword on the waist of the fallen guard with his backhand, facing the knife to separate, and the other party used the force of the fall to split it out with both hands, and the assassin's brute strength completely gained the upper hand in strength, and the swords intersected with a piercing sound.

Tu Hai took two steps back in a row before he unloaded the power of the opponent's sword, his right arm was shocked and sore, he took a deep breath, and hurriedly held the sword with both hands to prevent the opponent's second attack.

The guards who rushed in one after another, the archer was condescending, the arrows were not missed, and after dozens of guards were killed in a row, he pulled out the feather arrows from behind and aimed at Feng Jiachun's eyebrows again.

The assassin who looked like the Feather Forest Army attacked Tuhai with all his strength from the front.

Tu Hai secretly screamed badly, the current form could not take into account the safety of the emperor, and he could not concentrate on facing the assassin in front.

Feathered arrows flew out of the string, tearing through the air with a piercing whistling sound.

Seeing that the emperor was in danger, Tu Hai struggled to shake off the assassin who was confronting him, and rushed forward, using his body to block the arrow for the emperor, and the feather arrow shot through his right shoulder and out of his chest.

The assassin who looked like the Yulin Army saw the opportunity to raise his sword and stab at Feng Jiachun.

Feng Jiachun took the sword in Tu Hai's hand and tried to block the opponent's backlash, but he didn't expect that the assassin used extremely skillful force, and when the tips of the knife were staggered, his wrist rotated skillfully, stirring the long sword in his hand and flying out.

The archer perched on the beam, aiming at Feng Jiachun again, this time determined to shoot him under her own arrows.

The tip of the arrow burst through the air, and the intense murderous aura squeezed the surrounding air out of the air.

Suddenly, an ink-colored figure flew into the imperial study like a broken bamboo, only to see his slender arm raised, and a sword qi was projected towards the feather arrow like lightning, and the sword qi approached forcing the feather arrow to deviate from the ground, and when it fell, it was broken into two sections.

The ink-colored figure stepped on the ground with its left foot, its body leaping up like a dragon, and the long sword in its hand flew towards the assassin who was about to fight Feng Jiachun.

At the last moment, Feng Jiachun's expression was frightened and shocked, his gaze was flustered, and the snow bright sword blade stabbed him in the chest like lightning, causing the assassin to stop suddenly, and his expression was shocked to the ground, he was actually killed in one move.

When the archers on the beams saw that their companion had been slain and that he was outnumbered by the man, he dropped his bow and arrows and fled, but a wave of air swept by, and the door of the imperial study was heavily closed.

She can be said to have caught a turtle in an urn, and it is difficult to escape.

"Huang'er, kill her!"

Feng Jiachun hadn't recovered from the fright, but he hated the person who assassinated him so much that he couldn't wait to break his body into pieces at this moment.

The ink-colored figure was weak, and I saw that the archer's body was thrown in the air, and then slammed into the pillar, and then spit blood from his mouth, but he couldn't die.

With a fair-skinned and evil face, his posture was erect, and his long sword was pointed directly at the archer who fell to the ground, and he said coldly: "Who is the mastermind?" ”

"War King!"

The archer spurted blood, and his eyes were full of hatred.

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