On the surface, they appeared to be here to assassinate Meng Fan, but in fact, they took this opportunity to kill him and his subordinates, and the soldiers present also knew that they didn't seriously resist at all, and deliberately let those people get close to him!

Damn it! He is rude in his heart, even if he wants to act, he must act realistically and enter the play, okay?

The release of water is so obvious, just like a fight on the stage, the fist that is thrown out does not even touch the opponent's clothes, and the opponent is defeated, what does it look like?

However, what everyone knows at a glance is that they can't say it explicitly!

He was suffocated.

"General Meng," he said coldly to Meng Fan, "I am the prince's henchman, if I die here, the prince will not let you go." ”

Meng Fan didn't care at all, waved the knife in his hand, and smiled: "The battlefield is like this." If you are killed by the enemy, it is because you are unlucky, and you are not good at martial arts, no wonder me. ”

After that, he waved his knife and pretended to meet those green-clothed assassins, but in fact, he had already targeted Lian Heng's people, and was ready to take the opportunity to attack Lian Heng's people.

At this critical moment, several people suddenly rushed out from the surrounding soldiers, and they quickly swung their swords, first cutting the ropes on Lian Heng and the few companions closest to Lian Heng, and throwing the extra weapons in their hands to them.

Once Lian Heng has a weapon in hand, it is definitely like a tiger with wings, and no one can stop it!

Meng Fan knew what was going on at a glance, and shouted loudly: "Kill them, hurry-"

However, as soon as he finished shouting, he felt a freeze in his neck, and a knife was already on his neck.

And the person who holds him with a knife is the captain of the masked man!

What a fast knife!

Even he didn't see it clearly!

Obviously, there are several meters between him and the other party, as well as many soldiers, and the other party can still be in a no-man's land!

Meng Fan boasted that his kung fu was good and he would not lose to the masked man, however, the other captain's move completely shattered his self-confidence.

The gap between him and the other party is more than a star and a half!

"Let them stop, or I'll cut off your head right away!" When Lian Heng held a knife in both hands around his neck, he had already kicked the weapon in his hand with one foot.

The murderous aura on his body was like magma after a volcanic eruption, completely burying Meng Fan.

Meng Fan knew that he would do what he said.

He gritted his teeth and ordered, "Everyone stop—"

Everyone really stopped.

Horizontal people. Meng Fan's people. The Green Assassin. All hands stopped, hostile to each other, although they didn't dare to make a move, they didn't stop, and they confronted each other like this.

Lian Heng sneered and ordered Meng Fan: "Let your people put down their weapons." ”

When they have weapons in their hands and the opponent does not have weapons in their hands, they are not afraid, no matter how large the number of opponents is.

The people of the Blood Moon Legion are so violent!

Meng Fan didn't dare to be arrogant anymore, and cold sweat even broke out on his forehead, but his willingness to give in did not mean that he would give in.

He said coldly: "We will never put down our weapons!" ”

Is he Meng Fan a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?

If the other party kills him, the other party will definitely destroy the group, what is he panicking about?

With a slight exertion on his horizontal hand, a blood mark immediately appeared on Meng Fan's neck.

"Are you really not afraid of death, or do you think I don't dare to kill you?" Lian Heng smirked.

"Both." Meng Fan said coldly, "You are the prince's personal soldiers, if you kill me, it means that the prince kills his subordinates indiscriminately, intending to rebel." I don't think the prince will really rebel, right? ”

Lian Heng said: "Oh, do you now believe that we are the prince's personal soldiers?" ”

Meng Fan gritted his teeth: "Letter." ”

Only by believing in this now will you have a better chance of living.

"Good." Lian Hengdao, "You immediately order, let everyone disperse, and go all out to find the prince." When your people find the prince, I will let you go. ”

When the matter comes to this, there is no possibility of a peaceful solution except for Qiu Guhan's appearance.

Meng Fan said: "If the prince has been killed, or if he can't find it for a long time, do you want to keep holding me?" ”

Lian Heng sneered: "Yes! ”

Meng Fan: "......"

What a ruthless man!

At this moment, he suddenly remembered a rumor that had been spread in secret.

This rumor says that the masked warriors around the prince are likely to be the legendary "Blood Moon Legion".

At that time, when he saw his colleague writing a secret letter with a solemn face, and was about to report this possibility to the emperor, he was very disapproving and scoffed.

What's so great about the Blood Moon Legion? The name is so big, it's all blown out by those who support Qiu Yueming, right? Otherwise, how could Qiu Yueming have been defeated so badly?

So, he didn't take this rumor to heart at all, and he didn't really take the masked man to heart.

And now, he's really feeling the pressure.

Suddenly, there was another pain in his neck, and it turned out that a new blood mark had been cut on his neck.

Under normal circumstances, he felt that he could find an opportunity and a gap to get rid of the knife around his neck, but now, he couldn't find any flaws in the other party at all.

This means that the strength of the other party is absolute!

In the face of overwhelming strength, any resistance is superfluous.

So he sighed and waved his hand: "Everyone disperses and searches for the prince with all their might." ”

He had no good way but to wait to find the prince's body or a living person.

After his subordinates looked at each other, their faces showed unwilling looks, but the military order could not be violated, and they had to retreat one after another.

At the scene, only Meng Fan and Lian Heng were left.

It was quiet.

The trunk of the tree that could not even be held horizontally with his hands on his back, the knife in his hand was always on Meng Fan's neck, and his subordinates were on three sides.

His men put on their masks again, and their weapons were clenched in their hands, and they were on guard.

They can't escape, and Meng Fan can't escape, only stalemate and waiting.

No one spoke.

Speechless.

It's just that the sky is slowly getting dark.

The line of sight slowly shortened and became hazy.

They didn't see that on their periphery, there were already countless archers slowly occupying their staggered positions, aiming their arrows at them.

Even if they were covered by grass, trees, and rocks on their sides, there were so many arrows that could always be fired through the gaps and into their bodies.

At that time, no matter how strong and dodging they are, they will not be able to resist the ubiquitous and continuous rain of arrows.

Are these people from the Yuiso tribe?

No.

Their outer circle was full of Meng Fan's people, hundreds or thousands, and the people of the Tangji tribe couldn't get close to them at all.

Therefore, only Meng Fan's people have the opportunity to do this.

Why did Meng Fan's people also regard Meng Fan as a target?

Because, as long as you can get rid of Prince Yuki's indestructible mask guards and sacrifice him, it's worth it!

- Meng Fan's deputy, who secretly planned this move, thinks so!

Meng Fan didn't know that the deputy he regarded as his confidant was also holding a crossbow at the moment and aimed the arrow at him.

He didn't know that if he died and his deputy did a great job, his deputy would be able to take his place.

He didn't know that for the emperor, as long as he could get rid of Prince Xing, he could sacrifice anyone, and whoever could get rid of Prince Xing, the emperor would give him a promotion and reward.

He is too young after all, and in officialdom, he is still too tender.

At this moment, his deputy took one last look at the sky, and after determining that it was impossible for the target to see their position clearly, he waved: "Release the arrows-"

His cronies put their fingers in their mouths and let out a long, shrill whistle.

This whistle is the signal - the signal to fire arrows collectively until all targets are killed.