Jin Yang hid in Xuan Shijing's arms, although he was shorter than Xuan Shijing, he still saw this scene.

"Brother Jing!" Jin Yang shouted, his eyes showing great fear, and then closed his eyes, not daring to look at the scene in front of him.

The imaginary pain did not come, Xuan Shijing hurriedly stabbed the enemy in front of him, and looked back.

Marshal Zhao, who had no sense of existence since the beginning of the banquet, held a wooden stick in his hand, and the assassin who wanted to cut him had already fallen to the ground and fainted.

This buddy, I really give you a thumbs up!

"Thanks!" Xuan Shijing said with a smile.

"We're grasshoppers on a rope now, what's polite." Marshal Zhao was also laughing, laughing heartlessly: "You are so good at kung fu, and you are still counting on you to protect us." ”

This kid, he really didn't drop the chain at a critical time, Xuan Shijing admired in his heart, and then faced this group of assassins, and shot more neatly, and the knife was bloody.

Just now, this group of damned assassins almost injured their sons, how could they let him go so easily! Marshal Zhao stunned one just now, and he was left alive, as for the rest

Xuan Shijing's eyes were cold, and the murderous aura exuded from his body made Marshal Zhao, who was hiding next to him, tremble, and obediently hid behind Xuan Shijing with a wooden stick.

The scene was deadlocked, Hu Shang hid behind the servant and slowly moved out of the cabin, Qin Bingyue was still sitting on the main seat without the slightest intention of making a move, Marshal Zhao stood in front of Qin Bingyue with a wooden stick, Gao Huanquan hid beside Qin Bingyue, and Xuan Shijing stood in front of Marshal Zhao with Jin Yang in his arms.

The assassins in the field were suppressed by Xuan Shijing's momentum, and for a while, I didn't know whether to continue to do it, according to the scene just now, this mission was probably going to fail.

There were still five assassins in the field, and seeing that Hu Shang and his entourage seemed to have no intention of caring about the lives of everyone in the cabin, the assassin smiled cruelly and waved his hand, and the five assassins surrounded Xuan Shijing.

As long as the person in front of him is removed, the people behind him will die.

The assassin in the field has already seen Xuan Shijing's weakness, that is, the person in his arms, Xuan Shijing would rather be injured himself than protect the person in his arms, which is much easier.

Several assassins were not stupid, and they carried Pu knives and attacked Jinyang directly in Xuan Shijing's arms.

In this way, Xuan Shijing fought even harder.

With a bang, Xuan Shijing's right arm holding the Pu Dao was scratched by the assassin, and the blood instantly soaked the sleeves of his clothes.

Jin Yang, who was originally frightened, saw that Xuan Shijing was injured, and the worry in his eyes could no longer be stopped, and then, this worry turned into a fierce one.

Brother Jing was injured, and Jin Yang only had this one year left in his mind

Suddenly, Jin Yang broke free from Xuan Shijing's embrace, quickly retreated behind Xuan Shijing, and stood beside Marshal Zhao.

"Brother Jing, there is no need to be distracted by my son." There was a hint of chill in Jin Yang's voice, if Qin Bingyue's voice was cold, then Jin Yang's voice at this time would make people feel like the cold wind of the cold winter moon.

Although Xuan Shijing saw that Jin Yang's state was not quite right, but the current enemy could not allow him to be distracted anymore, he had to guard the line of defense in front of everyone, otherwise, no one would survive.

Damn, what about the rest of the ship? What about Qin Yuxin?!!! Xuan Shijing scolded in his heart.

Jin Yang looked around the ship, and saw that there was a bow hanging on the wall of the left rear phase of Qin Bingyue's main seat, of course, although this bow was used for decoration, but for Jin Yang, it was different, on the bookcase under the wall, there were still a few arrows, presumably they were placed here at the beginning, and they were also used for decoration.

Jin Yang walked to the wall, removed the bow hanging on the wall, and picked up the arrow inserted in the vase on the bookcase.

Sharp arrows, very good Jin Yang lowered his eyes.

took the bow and arrow, returned to Marshal Zhao's side, and under Marshal Zhao's surprised gaze, Jin Yang bent his bow and arrows

Not one arrow, but three.

As soon as the arm was forced, most of the bow was pulled by Jin Yang.

"Brother Jing, get out of the way." Jin Yang said to Xuan Shijing.

Xuan Shijing turned over, flashed to the side, and when he turned around, what he saw was a heroic scene of Jinyang bending his bow and arrows.

The moment Xuan Shijing dodged away, Jin Yang's finger was sent away

Three sharp arrows burst out of the string and shot straight at the Assassin.

The distance between Jinyang and the assassin is not far, and the assassin can't dodge these three arrows.

Three sharp arrows, none of which missed, pierced the bodies of the three assassins, killing one on the spot, leaving two, one in the shoulder and one in the chest, and the one who died was shot directly in the heart.

The one who was shot in the chest looked like he had injured his lungs and wouldn't live long.

Xuan Shijing endured the pain in his arm, holding the knife, the handle of the knife had been dyed red with the blood flowing out, at this time Xuan Shijing already had a feeling of dizziness, the assassin just now was too tight, there was no time to bandage the wound, let the wound bleed there.

At this time, as soon as he was free, Xuan Shijing hurriedly cut off a piece of fabric from the hem of his clothes, tied the strip of cloth on top of the wound with his left hand and mouth, and strangled it fiercely, although it was not a long-term solution, but as long as he insisted on it for a short time, as long as he took care of the two assassins, the son would be safe

Qin Bingyue looked at the situation in the field, and there was a trace of imperceptible emotion in her eyes that had not been turbulent for ten thousand years, Xuan Shijing in the field was already at the end of the crossbow, and this little princess

The assassin was already on guard against the bow and arrow in her hand, and at such a short distance, as long as she rushed to the little princess's side in one breath, the little princess's life

Qin Bingyue's eyes looked at Marshal Zhao again, this person just took it, I am afraid that he also took advantage of the surprise attack.

The assassin who was shot in the chest fell down reluctantly, and there were still three assassins standing in the room.

Xuan Shijing already felt that his head was getting heavier and heavier, and the three assassins standing in front of him became six, eight, and twelve

Have apparitions already appeared?

Xuan Shijing's body was crumbling, his body was already a little weak, he had just shed so much blood, and now he could still stand here, it was completely a thought supporting him.

Xuan Shijing turned his head and looked at Qin Bingyue, his eyes were complicated.

Will she make a move

"Brother Jing!" Jin Yang saw that Xuan Shijing's body had begun to stand no longer, dropped the bow and arrow in his hand, and went to Xuan Shijing's side, stretched out his hand to support Xuan Shijing, and took the Pu knife in his hand.

Xuan Shijing was really dizzy now, and couldn't help leaning on the person next to him, trying to open his eyes, and seeing that it was Jin Yang standing beside him, he said with difficulty: "If you can't do it for a while, you can jump into the lake, there are fishermen's boats in the lake." ”

"Brother Jing, don't sleep, your son is by your side, your son is not going anywhere, Brother Jing doesn't sleep." Seeing that Xuan Shijing's eyes were about to close, Jin Yang hurriedly shook Xuan Shijing's body, and there was already a cry in his voice.

Brother Jing's body obviously didn't recover well, but he still protected himself like this and fought with the assassins, Brother Jing was injured in order to protect himself

(To be continued.) )