The four guards who were in a cold sweat saw the reinforcements coming, and they also waved the weapons in their hands to vent their anger, and suddenly the swords and swords appeared, and the sound of weapons resisting and screaming resounded through the valley.

It is certain that these men in black are all bad guys, so Wei Shihao did not show mercy at all, and he kept rushing towards the leading black man.

Mo Qinglian was worried that his leg would be injured and he would suffer a big loss, so he had to follow him closely to help him.

Wei Shihao was indeed seriously injured in the leg, and his combat power was greatly reduced, and the black-clothed people were well-trained professional killers, and they desperately protected their leader, and it was not easy for Wei Shihao to get close to the leader of the black-clothed people.

"Shihao, you have a leg injury, just go to the side and rest! Just let the officers and soldiers clean up these little minions. Mo Qinglian said with concern.

"Hmph, it's the so-called coming and not being rude, they put cold arrows on me, if you let them go, wouldn't you be sorry for them?" Wei Shihao ignored Mo Qinglian's kind words and persuasion, let alone the wound on his leg that was still bleeding, the sword in his hand flowed smoothly, but the movement on his foot was a little sluggish, otherwise his lethality would be even greater.

Despite this, there were already five or six men in black who fell under Wei Shihao's sword.

The leader in black saw that the injured Wei Shihao was still like a killing god, and his awe was born, but after seeing his subordinates who were constantly dying, he became angry and made up his mind to deal with him first.

"Good boy, I can't see that there are two hits! Look at the knives! After the leader in black roared, he raised the big knife in his hand and immediately slashed down on the top of Wei Shihao's head.

The knife is fast, accurate, ruthless, and unstoppable.

"Shihao be careful!" Mo Qinglian was so shocked that her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

"Good knife technique!" Wei Shihao said casually, "Zheng" long sword square, and caught the opponent's knife.

The power of the broadsword was full, and Wei Shihao's left leg was injured, and he was forced to take a few steps back.

At the same time, the black-clothed leader also endured the pain, and at this time he knew that Wei Shihao was not a good stubble, if the other party was not injured, I am afraid that he would not be his opponent at all.

Before Wei Shihao could gain a firm foothold, the second knife of the black-clothed leader had already stabbed straight into his heart.

Chopping and chopping are the advantages of the big knife, but the knife technique of the leader in black is ever-changing, and the knife technique that stabs directly is unexpected and more lethal.

Mo Qinglian was stunned again, if this knife pierced Wei Shihao's heart, even if Hua Tuo was alive, it would be difficult to save him.

I saw Wei Shihao frowning, enduring the severe pain in his left leg, not retreating, but advancing. "Zheng ......" Wei Shihao sideways after opening the big knife that stabbed straight forward, he slashed at the opponent's neck with a backhand.

The rapid change in this swordsmanship surprised the leader in black, and it was too late to block with a big sword, so he could only tilt his neck to dodge.

"Ah......" Although the black-clothed leader was able to avoid the disaster of breaking his neck, his swordsmanship was too fast, and his right earlobe was still cut off, so painful that he threw a big knife to the ground, held the injured ear, took ten steps backwards, and stood next to a large dry ditch.

Seeing this, the three men in black immediately stood in front of the leader to protect, and one of them asked, "Head, there are too many people on the other side, let's escape!" ”

The leader didn't bother to answer at all, but only held the blood-gushing right ear and howled, but it was the words of this subordinate that woke him up, and it was not a way to fight like this.

The black-clothed leader looked at the dry ditch behind him, and then looked back at Wei Shihao, who was approaching with a sharp sword in his hand, and Mo Qinglian, who was full of resentment in his eyes, he thought for a moment.

Most of the area around Jingliu is mud and rocky mountains, and many valleys have been washed out of dry ditches like rifts due to the constant water and rain. The reason why it is called dry ditch by the locals is because on rainy days, dry ditches play a role in drainage, and on sunny days there is no water in the ditch at all.

The grass and trees in the dry ditch are very lush and strange rocks, it is difficult to judge the depth and danger factor with the naked eye, and people and animals often do not die or are injured once they fall into the dry ditch.

"Let's go ......" The black-clothed leader gritted his teeth, shouted, and then jumped into the dry ditch, submerged in the bushes and his life and death were unknown.

Seeing this, several black-clothed people who were standing beside him also jumped down, and after a few screams came from the dry ditch, they were quiet.

When Wei Shihao and Mo Qinglian ran to the ditch to observe, they only saw that the leaves were still moving, but they did not see them.

"Come on, someone, an enemy has jumped into a ditch and fled." Mo Qinglian shouted.

The other black-clothed men had been almost wiped out, and Xie Yingjun and several officers and soldiers immediately ran to the ditch to observe.

"Where did they jump from?" Xie Yingjun asked.

"This ......," Mo Qinglian said, pointing to the leaves that were still swinging.

"The ditch is so deep that they can't escape. Master Xie, you can immediately let your people go down to the foot of the mountain to wait for the rabbits, or search up the ditch. Wei Shihao said.

"That's right, this is called catching cockroaches in the urn, haha......" Xie Yingjun said with a smile, and immediately ordered twenty soldiers to quickly descend the mountain and search up the dry ditch from the foot of the mountain.

Soon, all the men in black on the edge of the ditch were subdued, and the dead and wounded fell to the ground in black. But the blacks were highly trained professional killers, and those who fell to the ground wounded, unwilling to be captured, were then poisoned by the poison sewn into their collars.

Xie Yingqun and Mo Qinglian, who reacted, were surprised, according to their plan, at least one or two live mouths should be left in order to find out who was the real culprit behind this assassination?

Xie Yingqun and Mo Qinglian checked one by one, and after finding that there was no one alive, they kept shaking their heads and expressing regret. At this point, their only hope was that they could catch one or two alive from the dry ditch.

However, the soldiers who searched for the situation in the ditch once again brought regrettable news: except for the leader of the man in black, several others were injured and died of poison at the bottom of the ditch, and none of them survived.

Wei Shihao didn't care who was the real culprit of this assassination, since several men in black jumped into the ditch, he sat on the ground and added another strip of cloth to his injured thigh.

Although the wound was covered with hemostatic herbs and tied, the wound was too large and deep and after strenuous exercise, the effect of hemostasis was not good.

When he was fighting with the enemy just now, Wei Shihao forgot about the pain and couldn't care about the wound that was still bleeding, but now that his emotions were relaxed, a burst of heart-piercing pain struck, making beads of sweat the size of a bean all over his forehead.

Wei Shihao's eyes went dark, and he fainted.