A cold thin sweat oozed from his palms, and his grip on the hilt of his sword tightened. The dozens of sergeants behind him reacted quickly, and instantly took a semi-encircled posture and unified their bows and arrows, just waiting for Zhang Shaoqing to give an order to stab the enemy into a hornet's nest.

"Master Zhang, don't!"

The moment the sergeant took the arrow, Xin Che still spoke to stop it. An imperceptible panic flashed in his heart, as if he saw that Zhang Shaoqing was about to give the order to shoot arrows directly regardless of Yin Su's life and death in the next moment.

The sergeants' gearing apparently angered the Assassin on the other side.

"Die, together!"

The snake-shaped dagger slashed through Yin Suwen's neck at an extremely fast speed, and a shallow wound burst out of the skin that could be broken by blowing a bullet, and bright red blood oozed out, reflecting the strange poisonous snake shape on the dagger, as if it was shining with an extremely evil light.

Yin Suwen snorted in pain but couldn't make any movement, the dagger was completely attached to her wound, and from a distance, it looked like a cruel and bloodthirsty poisonous snake lying across her neck.

The assassin saw that Zhang Shaoqing had no intention of negotiating, so he asked Yin Su some colors first. He is obviously extremely proficient in this kind of hijacking technique, and the knife is not deep, but it is used by small punishments and big precepts to force Zhang Shaoqing to compromise. Obviously, this trick worked, and Zhang Shaoqing's attitude towards speaking changed significantly.

"Don't be impulsive! This warrior, there is an old saying in the Central Plains that the one who knows the times is a handsome, and you have seen the fate of your fellow party now, if this girl has three longs and two shorts today, I promise you, you will only be a thousand times more miserable than this person. Therefore, it is better to listen to my advice to let the people surrender, as long as you are willing to confess, I promise to spare your life!" ”

Promising to spare his life, Zhang Shaoqing only felt that he had made a great concession, but the assassin was unmoved, and when he heard that he wanted to tie his hands and arrest him, he laughed like crazy, and the laughter was extremely hideous and terrifying.

Everyone still didn't understand what the assassin wanted, but Yin Suwen, who had been unable to move, finally waited for his chance. With great speed, she grabbed the tip of the knife with one hand and the other on the Assassin's shoulder, instantly stabbing the scimitar towards the opponent's neck.

She was originally a person who had practiced martial arts, and at this time, a series of self-preservation and counterattack actions were trying her best, thinking that there should always be a better chance of victory, but she did not expect that this assassin from another race was not only flexible, but also surprisingly strong. The other party not only successfully dodged the tip of the backstab, but also directly suppressed her other palm, and all Yin Suwen's attacks instantly came to naught.

She couldn't fight back, and her right wrist was dislocated instantly, and the whole person was once again restrained. Her actions had once again angered the Assassins. The Assassin, whose patience had been exhausted, looked like he had given up on the negotiation completely, and the recaptured scimitar stabbed directly at Yoon Suwen's neck with anger.

"Susu!"

Zhang Shaoqing shouted bitterly, and the gesture of commanding the archery stopped in mid-air and couldn't bear to fall. He secretly arranged for the archers to be at any time, and wanted to take advantage of the assassin's slight relaxation to directly risk shooting him, but he didn't expect Yin Suwen to strike first and fail to succeed, and at this moment, he saw that the tip of the knife was close to her neck, and he couldn't do anything about it.

At this moment, even Yin Suwen thought that he must be a bad luck moment, and everyone suddenly heard a strange language coming from the crowd. The sound catalyzed by the internal force was very loud and deafening, and even the knife in the assassin's hand that was about to commit murder stopped.

Xin Che slowly walked out of the crowd, his steps firm but not fast, speaking some strange language as he slowly walked in the direction of the assassin and Yin Suwen. People could only hear that he was talking anxiously to the assassin, but they couldn't understand the content of his words, and only Zhang Shaoqing roughly guessed that it should be the language of a country in the Western Regions.

Guessing that the other party was a foreigner, Xin Che first tried to ask him to stop in Sanskrit, and it really worked in one sentence but did not get a response. After a moment's consideration, he switched to Tocharian and spoke again, and sure enough, the Assassin spoke to him in the same language. After a few words, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Zhang Shaoqing.

"Master Zhang, this person was born in the Western Regions Tantric Sect and has strong martial arts. At present, if he sacrifices his life to resist to the death, even if he fights all the soldiers under you, he can only end up defeated, and Yin Shizhu has no chance of survival. Today he is a failure, at this time all he wants is to leave safely, the poor monk has reached a compromise with him, you let him live, he let Yin Shi leave. As a condition, I will exchange hostages with Lord Yin. ”

The afterglow of the setting sun shone obliquely on Zhang Shaoqing's face, and he couldn't see his eyes and expressions clearly, he didn't speak to Xinche, but only gestured to the sergeant behind him to retreat for the time being.

Xin Che nodded at him calmly, then turned back to take a deep look at the people behind him, and motioned for Yuan to stop talking, and finally turned to the assassin and said.

"Let her go, I'll come."

The assassin's face was hidden in the turban, and there was no expression to be seen, but the blue eyes were full of a playful look, and when he saw that Xinche solemnly removed his tiara, robe, and Buddhist beads, he walked towards him without hesitation, and then nodded with satisfaction.

There was silence all around, only the voice of Xin Che walking towards Yin Suwen step by step. Some of the little novices behind him began to chant sutras spontaneously, and the sound of their clothes rising in the wind accompanied by the faint sound of scriptures slowly spread behind Xin Che.

Yin Suwen was forcibly covered by the assassin when he was restrained again, and he was even more anxious at the moment.

"Xinche, don't come here! Don't come here! ”

She struggled over and over again, crying as hard as she could, hoping that Xinche would not be stupid and replace herself with some hostage. When she was in chaos, she didn't see the many sharp arrows that almost flew out at that moment, she only thought that Zhang Shaoqing and his army were here, even if this assassin was strong, he would always have a way to save himself, but if the hostages were replaced by Xin Che, she was not sure whether Zhang Shaoqing would really do his best to save people. Zhang Shaoqing has always been decisive in official affairs, and she has always been cold to outsiders, she knows it.

The hoarse crying and the clamping of her mouth and hands were about to suffocate her, and the assassin seemed to have some kind of drug on his hands, Yin Suwen only felt that her breathing was becoming more and more difficult, and even her eyelids were heavy, and her eyes began to be unclear. In a trance, she only felt that she was being pushed outward by a strong force, and the familiar scent of sandalwood and the figure passed by her, and she wanted to reach out and grab it but in vain.

Suddenly, there was a rain of arrows, and the sharp arrows whistled past the ears with the wind, and the increasingly chaotic footsteps and shouts began to spread. Yin Suwen only felt that his head was very heavy and his body was very tired, and he was planted on the ground in the dark, only there was still a trace of clarity in his heart, and he seemed to be shouting non-stop: Shaoqing, don't, don't let go of the arrow.