After only a split second of staring at each other, she rushed over like crazy.

The killer's gaze fell on Mo Ye's grip on the hilt of the sword.

The hands were smaller than those of adults, and after the skin and flesh on the back of the hands were tightened, the protruding hand bones seemed to be much weaker than those of martial arts practitioners. Seeing that a pair of hands clenching their swords and slashing at their thighs fiercely, the killer just frowned, and secretly said in his heart: Another crazy one.

Mo Ye has never practiced martial arts seriously, even if he holds a sword with both hands, the strength of that soft sword with skill is used to slash, it is not effective.

The killer's figure was held by Lin Shan, and he could only be given to Mo Ye to chop, but when the sword blade was crossed, there was only a tear in his black tights on his thigh, and even a few drops of blood did not flow out - his black clothes should have been specially made, and he had a certain resistance to sharp weapons,

When the killer saw this scene, the tense feelings in his heart quietly loosened. Give it to others to chop, although the one holding the sword is just a child, but this is really the first time for him.

Seeing that the sword he slashed with all his strength not only did not hurt the other party, but the sword was almost blown away by the assassin's leg, Mo Ye was suddenly stunned, and forgot to cut the second sword.

But at this moment, a fishy wind suddenly hit in mid-air, and a large hand snatched away the sword she held with trembling hands......

It's Lin Shan!

His right hand originally clasped the killer's left hand, but at this moment, he suddenly let go and grabbed the sword in Mo Ye's hand, so that the shackles composed of the four arms that were originally crossed and twisted together were like loosening a button.

The shackles suddenly opened, and the killer's hand holding the narrow sword held the strength for a long time, and then he was finally able to collapse completely. With a "click", the sword that had not entered Lin Shan's shoulder twisted half a circle, and the blood rippled along the sword body, and the severe pain in the wounded mouth was contained, and Lin Shan's left hand holding the killer's neck was also weakly released.

The killer was finally able to take a breath of fresh air. However, he only swallowed a mouthful of air. Then he suddenly realized that no matter how desperately he breathed, the air that could bring him vitality could not be swallowed in his stomach, as if it had leaked out of nowhere.

Subconsciously wiping the blood splattered from the shoulder wound of the man standing opposite, the black-clothed masked killer finally caught where something was wrong.

"It's still your own personal sword!"

Looking at the strange smile on the face of the person opposite, the assassin seemed to see the impermanence of the white-clothed man who was asking for his life, and there was a "gege" friction sound in his throat, as if he was screaming. Then he desperately clutched his neck, which had just been released, but still couldn't block the leaky inch.

The trachea was severed, and he died cleaner than the first Assassin to fall. However, there is plenty of time to experience the process of suffocation.

"Ding—"

As the assassin fell to the ground, Lin Shan was unable to clench his sword anymore. The soft sword fell off his hand, and his figure was also shaky. After watching the Assassin's body twitch twice, he fell silent, and finally sat down weakly.

"Brother Lin!"

Not far away, Jiang Chao, who was besieged by two cloth clothes and masked faces, saw the scene of Lin Shan falling to the ground when he changed moves on one side.

He screamed in horror, and stabbed with his sword in a brutal manner. ruthlessly broke the heart of the person opposite, but he didn't care about the loss of the empty door behind him, and he also ate another person's sword.

The short body broke the hamstring of the person behind him with his backhand, Jiang Chao couldn't care about giving him another fatal sword, and exchanged the price of eating a sword for three breaths of time, before the other two cloth-clothed masked people surrounded him again. rushed towards Lin Shan's side.

When he was still two steps away from Lin Shan, Jiang Chao noticed the sword hanging on Lin Shan's shoulder, and the blood that had flowed down the sword body to the hilt. His brow furrowed. Suddenly, he yelled at Mo Ye, who seemed to be frightened stupidly, "Mo Ye! Hold you up, Master! ”

Mo Ye suddenly came back to her senses, and hurriedly approached Lin Shan to sit down, she was about to reach out to help, but when she saw the bloody clothes, she suddenly didn't know how to start.

Then. A piercing sound of metal snapping came, and Jiang Chao, who was already close to Lin Shan's body, slashed his sword with a swift sword. Severed the short sword that pierced through Lin Shan's shoulder blade. Identifying the kind of sword weapon designed and forged for assassination, he was not completely sure that he could heal Lin Shan's wounds for the time being, so he didn't dare to draw his sword rashly, so he could only adopt this method.

Jiang Chao saw Mo Ye's hands that were stretched out in the air and stopped, and they were trembling, and then suddenly realized that she was different from those who fought side by side with her, just a child, and the kind of shouting she had just now was inappropriate for her.

But the current situation left him no time to hesitate, he could only bite the sword with his teeth, and with his free hands he set up Lin Shan's arms, moved him to the side under the wreckage, and helped him sit down.

Pulling and pulling the wound, Lin Shan's facial muscles, which were already numb from pain, began to twitch a little out of control, he saw Jiang Chao's face in front of him clearly, shook his lips and suddenly said: "I don't know how many killers outside haven't come in, you ...... first." Ahem......"

In the middle of his sentence, he coughed violently.

His body had lost so much blood that it seemed that because of this depletion in his body, he coughed violently, and only fine blood foam splattered out of his lips.

"Brother Lin, don't say anything, save the body, Lord Li will be here soon." Jiang Chao saw that Lin Shan's state was different, and a layer of cold sweat also appeared on his forehead.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few people who were about to surround him, suddenly pulled the placket of his clothes, pulled out a paper bag from his arms, stuffed it into Mo Ye's hand, and said loudly at the same time: "Wound medicine, stop the bleeding as much as possible, otherwise it won't last long!" ”

Before he finished speaking, he had already stood up with his sword in his hand and rushed out again.

"Everybody's gathered here!"

Jiang Chao roared, leaned back, narrowly avoided a sword that was masked and slashed at his neck, and at the same time, the sword in his hand was cut out regardless of the left and right, provoking the man's heart.

Although this move was accurate, at the same time, the palm of his sword was avoided by another cloth-masked person who flashed from the left and cut a cut with the tip of the sword, the wound was not deep, but a lot of blood spilled out in the fiercely changing moves.

After the two of them touched the sword a few times, Jiang Chao was able to grasp the rhythm of the change of moves when confronting him, and soon the sword momentum rose, and with a sword that was slightly faster, he picked his wrist before the cloth mask stabbed him, piercing the opponent's eyebrows.

After eliminating the two masked killers, Jiang Chao's figure staggered, and the sword he had deliberately received when he rushed to Lin Shan's side before, the wound was expanded due to a fierce fight, and the spilled blood soaked through the half of his clothes.

Fortunately, after the loud roar he had just made, the few remaining nurses in the courtyard quickly gathered. Noticing his injury, the men didn't need a word to stop in front of him, trying to maintain a little protection time so that he could bandage it basically.

No matter how strong a person is, he can't last long if he loses blood through such a big wound.

Under the remnants of the wall on the other side, Mo Ye was shaking her hands to open the paper bag that Jiang Chao threw her, and wiped the medicinal powder in the paper bag on a cloth belt.

She still remembered that when she was on the roof just now, the uncle surnamed Qiao also opened the paper bag of medicinal powder to bandage the master, and the way was to apply the medicinal powder to the cloth belt first.

However, after all, she only knew the surface but did not know the inside, and did not know that the depth of the wound would lead to the difference in bandaging methods. When she spread the cloth tape with the powdered medicine on the shoulder blade where Lin Shan's half-cut sword was hanging, the cloth belt was quickly stained with blood gushing out, and the medicinal powder on the cloth strip was also washed clean.

Seeing this scene, Mo Ye's hand that spread out the cloth belt suddenly clenched into a pair of fists, and he didn't dare to move the cloth belt anymore, but just knocked his teeth and shouted in a trembling voice: "Master, Master, what should I do!" ”

At Mo Ye's shout, Lin Shan opened his eyes, and his voice was incoherent: "This kind of sword is dedicated to assassination...... The blood tank is too deep......"

After a few deep breaths, he ripped off a strand of his clothes and put it in Mo Ye's hand, and then dropped his hand weakly.

At this moment, a small porcelain vase suddenly fell from the inside of his open placket, rolled away a few times, and his eyes followed the small bottle.

Mo Ye glanced at the bottle that rolled to the ground a few times, the style and texture of the bottle looked very simple, but Mo Ye remembered that like that soft sword, the small bottle was also Lin Shan's personal shelf, but he never knew what it contained.

"Is that medicine?" Mo Ye tightened the cloth belt in his hand, ready to pick up the bottle.

In old days, she had seen him take the vial out a few times, and whenever he took it out when he was alone, he would always look at it for a moment.

"It's not...... Leave it alone......" Lin Shan withdrew his gaze to look at Mo Ye, his eyes fell on the strip of cloth in her hand, his eyelids began to droop, and he said with difficulty: "Tie it into a pimple...... Plug the wound first...... It's just fine......"

Mo Ye immediately understood, and bandaged him again according to the method taught by Lin Shan, and the blood flow in the wound finally slowed down and gradually stopped.

After doing this, Mo Ye found that Lin Shan had closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep, but his chest breathing fluctuated greatly, and it did not look like a person sleeping peacefully.

Mo Ye was very worried that he would sleep and die like this, but he didn't dare to quarrel with him again. She knew that her ability was only that, and that feeling of powerlessness made her just want to deceive herself at this moment, believing that when Master woke up, everything would be better.

Accompanying Lin Shan, who was leaning against the remnants of the wall, Mo Ye glanced around.

Jiang Chao had already pushed the masked killers out of the house, and the large house, which had collapsed several interior walls, expressed its spaciousness in a dilapidated way. The floor was covered with broken tiles, the roof was broken with a few large holes, and the sunlight shone in, and the bright color penetrated the diffuse dust, making people feel dry and itchy in the throat.

The door of the main house was long gone, and there were more than a dozen corpses piled up at the threshold, most of them were masked killers, and some of the nurses had only been with each other for a few days and their faces were not yet familiar