"Protect your lordship!"

The voice did not fall, and the light and shadow came. If a sword is pierced through the throat, then this guard is really no different from paper paste. The white blade resisted the sword, but the guard was still pushed off the horse, and stepped on the horse's hip, and with the help of the reaction, the blade was bent into a crescent. The guard dodged sideways, a spark slashing across the tip of the sword.

It was a beautiful light, a test for the Assassin, and a man for the sword. The swordsman never gives people a chance to breathe. The light of the knife is like rain, endless, every time a knife is made, the knife man will block it horizontally, but he always feels that the strength cannot be raised, as if cutting on cotton.

Sword light and shadow, if the two of them put some cruel words, the spectators can be enthusiastic, but for these two really have no time to care about ruthless words, any omission may be fatal.

"Bold fanatics, you ......" As soon as the official of the Ministry of Rites got out of the carriage and tried to show his loyalty, he was pressed in by a guard beside him. If you want to live, don't make a noise. ”

The struggle did not last long, and the swordsman turned and ran towards the carriage. These guards are obviously highly trained, and they must not have panicked, and they still maintain the posture of coiling snakes.

Yang Fan's knife had already seen blood before the guards could react. Holly wiped it, and the black shadow snorted, and it was pierced through the heart. He didn't understand why the person who was going to be assassinated had preemptively struck first.

"Pour the West...... Platform...... (Why)"

The sound of the pipa is slaughtering, the maple leaves are dashing, and the autumn is known by a leaf. Yang Fan's knife swirled in the air and landed on the ground. Seeing the dark shadow that appeared at that time, his pupils shrank slightly. Looking sideways, Gamble Nine's hand was before the knife touched his abdomen. grabbed the throat and squeezed it hard. It was crushed violently.

Two people fell on the ground.

The first shot, except for Yang Fan and Gamble Jiu, who killed two ninjas with unexpected thunderous means, the rest of the guards did not have any gains, and some were caught off guard and were injured.

At the moment when Yang Fan took out the sword, several young men in samurai uniforms who were still talking and laughing in the pavilion stared at each other. In an instant, he disappeared into the Evening Fang Pavilion. As a ninja, of course, when the other party is extremely weak. Naturally, they would not be cautious about guarding against it, but Yang Fan's hand was so scared that their faces changed. Immediately erase your own figure.

A ninja's greatest skill is to be good at hiding his body and giving the opponent a fatal blow when he is surprised. This is the first thing that even the lowest ninjas have to learn is to be good at hiding themselves. However, under Yang Fan's eyes, these have become small skills of carving insects. Those ninjas who thought they could hide their bodies by moving at high speed didn't expect that they had become a joke in Yang Fan's eyes.

Yang Fan looked at the red maple. A few figures moving quickly, frowning, I don't know if these devils are with the original Shandong group, if so. So what is the blood feud that wants these mad dogs to be so desperate and not let go of themselves. He swept his gaze and saw the woman in the pavilion playing with the lute. Those charming eyes do have the charm of an island country.

"Master. Do you see the way? Gambling Jiu also seemed to notice the noise in the red maple mountain forest, and stared vigilantly. In the palm of his hand. According to the number of roads that Yang Fan looked at at at that time, it is also a unique type of palm technique.

"Those black shadows just now, looking at the number of roads, it is estimated that they are Dongying's ninjas, as for the few warriors hiding in the mountains now, eight or nine are not far from ten, they should be Dongying samurai, you should be careful later."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Fan's pupils shrank, and a red maple crossed his cheeks. This piece of red maple was well hidden, and the killing intent accompanied by the sound of the pipa made Yang Fan's face appear an extra opening in just one moment. The wound was not big, but the sting was solid. He wiped the blood from his cheek and sneered. This little devil is obscene.

"Jiu'er, be careful." Yang Fan's long knife swept and slashed off several pieces of red maple, making a tinkling sound. The hidden weapons hidden under the red maple were all knocked down. The previous piece, but Yang Fan didn't care about it, so he was hit. But he won't be given any more chances.

"Master, you should be careful!"

In this scene, the guards really had no other use than to surround the carriage and protect the helpless officials. Yang Fan got out of the carriage as soon as possible, because he didn't want these people to die under the assassination inexplicably. Yang Fan can be sure that these people are coming for him.

The black-clothed warrior looked in the direction where Yang Fan was, and said, "It's really powerful, and he found out about the hidden weapons that were so well hidden." Chisawa-kun, we have to be careful! ”

The sound of brushing danced among the red maples.

"Hey, there are a few masters. Jiu'er, let's go! Just do what I command. ”

Gambling Jiu took out a woodcutter from his waist and said, "Master, be careful." ”

Yang Fan glanced at the euphemistic woman who was caressing the qin as if there was no one in the pavilion, and wiped the blood on her face with her fingers, the wound had already healed. For Yang Fan, this small wound is like a mosquito bite.

He took a violent step and struck towards the side of the pavilion. The woman in the pavilion raised her eyebrows, and the strings vibrated even faster.

The wind is blowing.

The maple leaves are flying, sprinkled with oceans, like a sudden rain of blood, blowing on the face, but it hurts very much, more stinging than the howling north wind in the cold winter. The leaves fall, the clothes are torn; A bloody blade invisible to the human eye was hidden inside the garment.

Perhaps, people will forget the pain in song. The black clothes concealed the beads of blood that slowly ooze.

Yang Fan's knife was like a light and shadow in the red maple, constantly breaking through those falling maples with hidden weapons, and at that moment, it collided with a black shadow.

"Yaga!" Gangcun felt the sharp knife momentum, and his eyes were frightened. His right hand was on the hilt of the knife, trying to pull it out to resist Yang Fan's knife. Yang Fan kicked and stepped on the back of Gangcun's hand, "Give me back!" ”

The katana that had just been drawn out was stepped on back by Yang Fan. Gangcun was also a very experienced samurai, and immediately gave up the idea of drawing a knife, and before he figured out the details of Yang Fan, he didn't dare to take too much risk, so he retreated at once. Yang Fan naturally wanted to get rid of this trouble directly, and Holly came to visit.

The knife slashed, and a deep cut appeared on the arm of the black-clothed man. He snorted and hid in the red maple, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he was locked by Yang Fan again. His pupils shrank, and Holly flew in.

Yang Fan smiled coldly and said, "This kind of concealment has no effect on me. ”

Laugh at.

A knife seals the throat.

Gangcun, who was still on the run, died under Yang Fan's knife in such a short moment. (To be continued.) )