Crisis on the way to greet relatives

At the big wedding in Dragon City, Ji Xuanling attached great importance to it as usual.

The ingredients and drinks used in the wedding banquet were carefully selected by him.

A few people sat down and drank and talked, but the seats were still empty.

Li Xiaoqi glanced at the children of the family who were still kneeling on the ground, neither leaving, nor daring to stay.

"Why don't you come in and eat wine with Lao Tzu, and let Lao Tzu send someone to carry you in?"

In front of the murderous first son, Liang Hongji, Xu Mingsheng and other children of the family did not lose their farts.

Even though Li Xiaoqi doesn't care about government politics.

Even though their respective fathers were in power, the family was quite prestigious in Dragon City.

Li Xiaoqi's deeds of killing the big families of Longcheng twice in a row are still a nightmare for the major families in Longcheng.

Hearing the sound, he crawled and rolled into the hall.

One by one, they were frightened and frightened, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Ji Xuanling, Jia asked to accompany Li Xiao to ride and drink, and when the auspicious time was approaching, Ji Xuanling got up to say goodbye to everyone, and told Jia to ask for a good life to take care of the guests.

Walking out of the palace of King Qin, Shen Tuxiu said cautiously: "Your Majesty, the knife is extremely fierce..."

"Don't talk about this, marry first." Ji Xuanling glanced at the children of the family who came after him and interrupted Shen Tuxiu's words.

At this time, King Qin was wearing a red robe, his cold face was radiant, and the corners of his mouth were pouting with a gentle smile.

An iron horse came to the good horse, Ji Xuanling strode onto the war horse, glanced at the five hundred iron horses in front of the door, and shouted: "Go!" ”

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

The Qin army rode high and got on their horses one after another.

In the street leading to the splendid city of the Qin Palace, a line of iron horsemen walked slowly, from the street to the end of the street, and the army was in good order.

In order to solemnly marry the bride, followed by three six-passenger frames, the Qin army rode like an elephant for the New Year's holiday, and it was also cleaned up and capable.

The band that greeted the relatives played a cheerful tune.

Beside the road, there are dragoons who maintain order.

There was an endless stream of people who came to see the excitement, shoulder to shoulder with each other, sticking their heads out to appreciate this rare wedding.

Along the way, it went well.

When I arrived at the main street, it was almost the place where Li Maoyuan, the king of Tang, was assassinated.

Suddenly, in the same restaurant next to the street, a dazzling cold light flashed.

A flying arrow flew like a whirlwind, and immediately after, a coquettish shout came out: "Qin dog, leave the dog's head." ”

In an instant, more than 100 black-clothed people jumped out of the windows from the pavilions on both sides of the street, like a goddess scattering flowers, and rushed directly to Ji Xuanling in front of the marriage team.

At this time, including Ji Xuanling, the welcoming team was all happy, because of the reason for going to Splendid City, except for the Qin army's iron cavalry, Ji Xuanling, Shen Tuxiu, Gao Zongli, and Mu Cangchi all did not carry weapons.

The Assassin suddenly appeared, and the comer was not good.

The onlookers on the side of the street, in the face of the sudden assassin, screamed in panic and fled in all directions.

When they noticed a cold arrow flying towards the groom on horseback, they sweated for him.

The nearby dragoons also noticed the arrows as they rallied at a gallop.

The buzzing arrow, like the tail of a poisonous scorpion, is about to pierce the neck of the groom, and the bridegroom may die in an instant.

In the crowd, some people couldn't help but hide their mouths and exclaim, and some people fainted in fright.

The assassin came suddenly, and Ji Xuanling was not on guard.

However, the sense of crisis formed by the battlefield battle made him quickly aware that the cold arrow was coming quickly.

As the cold arrow reached his chest, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the arrow with his bare hand, squinting his eyes, and threw the arrow at an assassin who pounced on him.

There was a muffled pop, and the arrow flew in, and the assassin fell from the air in a scream.

At the same time, more than 100 Assassins landed one after another.

Ignoring the order maintained on both sides of the street, the dragoons rushed like a powerful tornado, grabbing the Mori Blade.

Their reason is simple.

Kill the King of Qin and take his head, that's all.

"Protect the king, protect the king."

At this time, Shen Tuxiu, Gao Zongli, Mu Cangchi and others also reacted.

Shen Tuxiu snatched the long lance of the dragon rider in the street with his bare hands, threw it to Ji Xuanling, who was isolated and helpless in the middle of the street, and shouted: "Your Majesty, take the lance." ”

Ji Xuanling dodged the long knife of the assassin in his head, and the blade slashed through the neck of the war horse under his crotch, and as the blade slashed, blood spurted out from the wound like a fountain, all splashed on Ji Xuanling's wedding clothes.

The red and bright red wedding dress became more and more gorgeous under the blood infection, and the drops of blood were like raindrops falling from the wedding dress.

Ji Xuanling flew over and grabbed the lance, landed steadily, and the seriously injured foal collapsed with a bang, and his hooves twitched.

With a swipe of the lance, the lance pointed at the assassin, staring at the assassin in front of him with cold and murderous eyes, and asked, "Who are you?" ”

On the day of the wedding, he came to intercept and kill him.

Tired of being alive?

"Someone buys your dog's life, take it!" The knife-wielding assassin did not reply, and a loud shout was heard in the distance, grabbing the shelves of the street stalls and throwing them directly.

The scattered goods were like snow flying in the sky, and the huge shelves were like a meteorite smashing over.

Among the assassins, a sturdy and burly man clutched an iron rod like a wild bull galloping wildly, as if he could fly the wolves and tigers in front of him.

In times of crisis, it is too late to figure out the identity of the person who came.

Ji Xuanling grabbed the long lance, the momentum was majestic, and the sharp lance flew into the oncoming shelf.

The shelves are scattered, and the crisis is lifted.

However, the oncoming swordsman, with a sharp blade, slashed Ji Xuanling's neck and shins.

The angle is tricky and ruthless.

It seems that he wants to kill with a knife, fight quickly, and take the head of King Qin and triumph.

"Look for death!"

Ji Xuanling raised his long lance, his body was as fast as a swimming dragon, and his momentum was as strong as a tiger, and he quickly blocked the long knife.

The creaking iron fist struck like a hammer hitting the drum's chest.

When the fist fell, it suddenly touched a soft mass.

Woman?

A thought crossed Ji Xuanling's mind.

The assassin was dressed in a strong suit, and his chest was like a flat river, and he initially regarded the other party as a man.

Now it seems that most of the other party is wrapped in his chest and intends to hide his identity.

The woman's long knife was blocked, and her body flew out like a kite with a broken string, but it was caught by the assassins rushing from behind, so as to avoid the pain of falling flesh and skin.

It was only here that Ji Xuanling resolved the crisis, and new dangers came again.

The giant man's momentum was like a rainbow, grabbing the iron rod and smashing his head and face, and in a trance, Ji Xuanling was almost unavoidable, and he was about to suffer a heavy blow.

"Thief, don't hurt my king."

At the moment of danger, a loud shout came from the rear like thunder, and it was Mu Cangchi grabbing a calf-thick wooden stake, as if it was the pole of the previous landing truck.

Rising from the ground, there was a loud "bang" to block the fast-moving iron rod.

The sturdy stem broke in an instant, and the giant man grabbed the iron rod and retreated three or five steps, and when he didn't have time to look at Mu Cangchi, Shen Tuxiu grabbed a long lance and came quickly, the war horse galloped, the long lance was like a dragon, and the rocket stabbed into the neck of the big man.

With a twist of the lance, he cut off the giant man's head.

grabbed the iron rod that had not landed on the ground and threw it to Gao Zongli, who was facing the enemy with his bare hands.

(End of chapter)