It was a strange broad axe, with two blades in the front and back, and the handle of the axe was one zhang and two feet long, and it was taller than Yan Eighteen when it was erected.

Yan Eighteen got up from the ground, more than a dozen sword and shield men surrounded him, and there was also a weak shield wall in front of him, the sword and shield men who were scattered by the startled horses were coming, and the heavily armed knights also wanted to pull their horses back, but they were entangled by the remaining dead soldiers. The man rushed into the shield array with a long-handled battle axe, rushing left and right as if chopping melons and vegetables, his strength was incomparably great, and the heads of people flew everywhere the battle axe slashed. The fierce sword and shield bearers did not retreat, and behind them were the princes, and they had no way to retreat. The archers tried to release their arrows, but couldn't find the man's location.

The man was like a tireless bear, he bumped into and fro in the crowd, and every heavy impact was bound to sound a muffled snort, followed by hot blood, and in a few breaths, he had become a bloody man, dripping with sticky thick blood all over his body. Yan Eighteen's heart was beating like thunder, and that person's gaze was always locked on him, it was a pair of ruthless eyes. Yan Shibai trembled and drew the sword on his waist, watching the man get closer and closer to him.

"Death to those who stand in my way!"

The man roared, reflexively slashed, and slashed his tomahawk into the shoulder of a sword and shield bearer, blood spraying his face. At this moment, the sword and shield hand behind him pierced the sword into the man's bare back, which was the first time the man was injured, but he did not pause, nor did he pull the sword off his back, and reflexively slashed the sword and shield hand behind him with an axe.

The thin shield wall was broken, and the man strode towards Yan Eighteen with a bloody axe. The archers began to release their arrows, and he held the axe across his face to block the key parts, and the arrows hit the axe, and clanged down, and two arrows were inserted into his arms, and the rest fell to the ground, for he was dressed in a strange armor, which was several rough and heavy pieces of iron, two of which protected his chest and one of which protected his lower abdomen.

Fifteen paces away, the archers did not have time to fire a second round of arrows in his leg.

Assassination, success and death are in an instant.

"Kill!"

A heavily armed knight finally arrived, the galloping war horse was wrapped in huge strength and crashed into the man, the heavy sword in the knight's hand slashed at him, the moment the heavy sword and the axe were handed over, the sparks splashed, the man spurted a mouthful of blood, and his body was crooked twice, but before Yan Eighteen could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that the man was suddenly short, and the heavy sword slashed away a piece of flesh from his shoulder, but he unloaded his strength because of this, grabbed the battle axe with both hands and spun it violently, the two front legs of the war horse were separated from the body, and the knight rolled into the snow.

"Kill!"

The man didn't go to kill the knight on the ground, but kicked his legs violently, catapulted, and smashed Yan Eighteen with an axe. The man was hit by a sword in his back, an arrow in his arm, and the white bones on his shoulder were mixed with blood and water, looking like a bloody hedgehog, and like a god descending.

The moment it landed, the shield flew wildly. The man stared at Yan Eighteen fiercely, picked up the bloody axe with his right hand, his mouth opened slightly, revealing his hideous teeth, it seemed that he wanted to make an oblique slash and cut Yan Eighteen into slices of meat.

Death, death so near.

Yan Eighteen wanted to turn around and run, but behind him was the wreckage of the carriage, he had no way back, suddenly, maybe out of survival instinct, or maybe too scared, Yan Eighteen casually grabbed a person and pushed it violently, so the unlucky guy replaced Yan Eighteen and met the man's axe, the axe blade slashed into the left shoulder of the unlucky ghost, slashed his chest, pulled the intestines, and cut out from the right waist, and the blood intestines flowed all over the ground.

"Huh!"

At this moment, Yan Eighteen finally handed over the sword in his hand, it was a thin sword, not wide, nor heavy, very different from Yan Jian, but it was extremely sharp, it pierced into the man's throat, pierced through the thick neck, and pierced out from the back of the neck.

The blood of the gods was also red, and the steaming blood spilled out of the wound and dripped down the tip of the sword. The man was holding a long-handled battle axe, his body kept shaking, and finally, he couldn't stand still, he grabbed the handle of the axe and softened it little by little, and finally knelt on the ground, but he still looked up and looked at Yan Eighteen.

Yan Eighteen trembled, his eyes dazed.

The distance between life and death is that moment, hovering on the edge of life and death, anyone will be at a loss.

The man laughed silently with his mouth split, and when he didn't open his mouth, the blood flowed out like a river without an embankment. Then an arrow flew and pierced the man's eye, and it was this last force that caused the man to fall backwards, in the snow and blood.

"I don't know your name yet."

One by one, the snowflakes fell on the man's eyes, on the axe, in pools of blood. Yan Eighteen twisted his sword, trembling like a sieve, and said inexplicable words. No one could answer him, and certainly he didn't need anyone to answer. Yes, it almost took my life, so that I can no longer see the sun in the spring flowers, and I don't know your name. The Assassin is nameless.

The dead were dead, and the snow was stained red with blood. The broken leg of the war horse was still groaning, its owner looked at it affectionately, wept with it, it had lost too much blood, it could not be saved, the master squatted down, blindfolded it, and plunged the sword into its neck.

Everyone was watching quietly, including the indifferent Zhongli people. This raid came so fast that people couldn't react for a while, but the killing was over.

"Your Majesty!"

The wreckage of the chariot crawled out of the old Che Jing, the crown of the doctor on the right disappeared, and the cloak was like a beggar, he prostrate in front of Yan Eighteen with his bloody forehead, and by the way, he glanced at the unlucky ghost who died in place of Yan Eighteen. The death of the unlucky ghost is ugly, any person who is cut in half will be ugly, he fell in a pool of purple blood, his eyes are still open, he is dead, he wears a crown on his head, and he is wearing a black robe, he is a doctor of Baili, the father of Baili Bingyan, the Weng Zhangzhang of Yan Eighteen, and the Shangzuo doctor of Yan Kingdom.

"Your Majesty!"

The guards and knights rolled off their horses, knelt on the ground with their swords on their posts, they were extremely ashamed, at the most critical moment, they misjudged the battle situation, ran to annihilate those dead soldiers, the fatal Yan Eighteen almost died, according to the laws of the Yan Kingdom, they all had to die to apologize. The sword and shield bearers were also looking at Yan Eighteen, their eyes were very strange, both panicked and dazed, they all saw that scene, that's right, it was Yan Eighteen who pushed out Lao Baili, that is, the king of Yan Kingdom pushed out his vassals, and the vassals died fighting for the feudal monarch, which is understandable, and it is a great glory, however, it is not like this, it is not like this.

The sword and shield bearers looked at Yan Eighteen and did not kneel down.

"Hahaha......"

Someone was sneering, and the voice came from somewhere, maybe it was the sword and shield bearers who were closer, or the crowd of onlookers on both sides of the avenue, or more likely the dead assassin. The snow was falling heavily, and Yan Shiba, who was standing in the crowd, couldn't feel the cold, but the cold sweat was growing, and they came out from the soles of their feet, climbed up, and climbed all the way to their vests.

Suddenly, Yan Eighteen fell down and fell beside the assassin.

The snow stopped, the moon rose, and the moon in the sky seemed to be gnawed by a dog, but that didn't stop it from spreading its light to the earth. It stared coldly at Zhongli City. The corpses on the avenue had been carried away, the snow and blood had disappeared, and the Yin Office was brightly lit, and there were patrolling armor soldiers everywhere, and the sound of iron armor grinding everywhere.

Fifteen rays of light were spit out on the bronze jade tree lamp, the tongue of fire was as tactful as a bewitching girl, and incense was burning on the incense burner of the swallow orchid, and it slowly rose up in a twist and turn. Yan Eighteen was lying on the bed with deep curtains, sweating profusely, and his face was like gold paper. Eight maids sat on their knees, their faces and postures reflected on the clean and bright tung oil floor.

"There's nothing wrong with being afraid of death."

Yan Shibai closed his eyes, talking in his dreams, and he didn't know what he dreamed of, sweat soaked the pillow. A maid hesitantly stood up, using the silk scarf soaked in hot water to dip the sweat on Yan Eighteen's forehead, her movements were extremely clumsy, she was a strictly trained maid, her movements should be gentle and light, but at the moment she was very afraid, afraid of this man lying on the bed, although he was very good-looking.

"There's nothing wrong with being afraid of death!"

Suddenly, Yan Shibai grabbed the maid's wrist and opened her eyes. The maid was so frightened that she trembled all over, and subconsciously wanted to kneel on the ground, but her wrist was tightly pulled by Yan Shibai, she couldn't kneel, she looked at Yan Shibai with tears in her eyes, she wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry.

The maids are afraid of Yan Eighteen, the killing during the day has long been spread, some people say that Yan Eighteen is the devil, one bite broke the assassin's neck, some people say that Yan Eighteen is a bloodthirsty, he bit the assassin to death and then bit to death Doctor Shangzuo, it is said that he also eats human internal organs, and the blood sausage all over the ground is the evidence of the crime.

"I don't have fangs, and I'm not a cowardly coward."

The maid didn't dare to look at Yan Eighteen, she looked at his mouth, wanting to see if he had fangs at the bottom, those with fangs would bite, and those without fangs should not.

"Your Majesty!"

Che Jing's voice sounded outside the house, the face of the doctor on the right side was whiter than the moon in the sky, it stands to reason that after the death of the doctor on the left, there will be no one to compete for the position of the prime minister of the city, he should be happy about this, but at this time he is worried.

Che Jing's arrival made the maid feel pardoned, and Yan Shibai finally let go of her wrist. She fell to her knees on the ground, her teeth chattering involuntarily, although Yan Eighteen did not have fangs, but it was still terrifying.

"All out."

Yan Eighteen's voice was weak, and the maids withdrew. Lao Che Jing walked to the bed and knelt down.

"I can't die." Yan 18 said, he tried to squeeze out a smile, but the smile was more ugly than crying.

"People outside are saying I'm a devil."

"Your Majesty, those people are ignorant and suspicious. Confucius once said that the people can make it known, but not let it be. The king is at ease to recuperate, and everything has its own ministers. ”

"You are wrong, what Master Confucius said is that the people can make them know; No, let it be. ”

"Your ......"

The tongue of fire on the bronze jade tree lamp exploded, making a 'crackling' sound. The doctor on the right looked at Yan Eighteen with a solemn face, but after saying just a few words, Yan Eighteen seemed to have lost a lot of energy, and his chest rose and fell sharply.

After a long time, Che Jing said: "Your Excellency, the thunder, rain and dew are all Jun's grace, and your Excellency does not have to blame yourself for this." The plan now should be to rush back to Yanjing immediately in case of an emergency. As for those soldiers with different aspirations, the king should ...... "his mouth squirmed, and finally said the word "kill". The doctor on the right is a child of the Mo family, and he hates killing the most in his life, so you can imagine how difficult it is for them to say this word.

"Kill?"

Yan Eighteen smiled self-deprecatingly: "If you can kill one person, you can't kill tens of millions of people, and the city is full of people." ”

Che Jing's eyes shrank for a moment, and he stopped talking.

Yan Eighteen said: "Is the teacher thinking, why am I so ruthless, not a benevolent king?" ”

"The old minister didn't mean that." Che Jingdao.

said that he didn't mean it, but Yan Eighteen read it from his teacher's eyes, but he no longer had the extra strength to refute it, as long as he was not dead, Yongdu was imperative, it was not Yan Eighteen alone, but the future of the entire Yan Kingdom, as for the powerful Baili, Baili......

Yan 18 said: "Before the warm spring comes, the winter is always so cold, if you want to see the spring blossoms, you must bear the cold. After saying this, Yan Eighteen fell asleep, angry as a gossamer.