"Murdered!" In the midst of the high shouts, the riot that was just about to subside suddenly became tense, especially when they saw that the deceased was still a sergeant with armor, and many people panicked.

With the screams, there was another groan of pain, and this moan ignited the already crowded crowd, and some people fled in all directions.

Standing on the stand, the silver-armored sergeant saw everything clearly, and a thin man took advantage of the chaos to stab the sergeant in the chest with a dagger. Moreover, the Assassin did not leave after the killing, but instead attacked the people around him. Seeing this, a silver-armored sergeant snorted coldly and shouted, "Thief, how dare you? At the same time, the silver-armored sergeant flew up and pounced on the stabbing guest, and pulled out his sword, slashing the man's head. The fierce momentum gave birth to a burst of bloody smell out of thin air.

Although he saw the commotion, Luo Shiyi did not have any signs, standing quietly on the platform, his solemn face could not see any joy, anger and sorrow, and the whole person was like a statue.

Seeing the riot break out again, Chu Haoyu finally won out with curiosity, and his eyes lit up, but the guards were not so leisurely.

At the moment when the riot was about to start, several people were already standing close to Chu Haoyu's side, like a human wall protecting Chu Haoyu in the middle. There were also a few people scattered around, driving away all those who came close, and although the weapons were not attacked, the palms that were loose or held were adjusted to the best state, and they could quickly respond to any abnormal movements.

Staring at the silver-armored sergeant, the black-clothed assassin's eyes were calm, but there was undisguised contempt in his eyes, and he even let out a disdainful snort.

Suddenly, the silver-armored sergeant was furious, and his already sharp sword momentum was a little faster again, wanting to cut the black-clothed assassin under the knife.

Seeing this, the black-clothed assassin's indifferent face showed a mocking cold smile, and as the cold smile rose, the assassin waved his hand to subdue the person beside him, and raised the man with one hand to meet the knife that was already close at hand, and at the same time, the dagger in his hand was silently swung.

He actually wanted to use people as blades to resist the blades of the sergeants with human heads, so ruthless, and they all thought so in their hearts when they saw this scene.

Looking at the sudden appearance of the human head, the silver-armored sergeant was too late to put away his sword, and the dagger of the black-clothed assassin had already attacked. After licking the blood on the tip of the knife for a long time, the silver-armored sergeant has made a decision in an instant. Rong Dao cut down without hesitation, but the tip of the knife was slightly oblique, and he wanted to cut the two of them under the knife at the same time.

At such high speed, the sword had slashed at the man's head in an instant, and the black-clothed assassin could even hear the soft sound of the knife slashing on the skull.

Seeing the sword slashing without any pause, the black-clothed assassin suddenly showed a strange smile and shouted, "Killed, officers and soldiers killed." With a shout, the black-clothed assassin threw the people in his hands with his inner strength, and even splashed blood stained the nearby people in blood, especially the silver-armored sergeant. After throwing the man, the black-clad assassin dodged and then hid behind the other.

As the black-clothed assassin shouted, someone in the crowd shouted, "The officers and soldiers have killed, the officers and soldiers have killed." ”

Amidst the shouts one after another, everyone couldn't help but look at the silver-armored sergeant holding the sword. The silver armor sergeant's bright silver armor had been dyed blood, and the sword had not been pulled out while it had remained in the man's head, and the steaming blood flowed down the sword.

Seeing everyone's gaze, the silver-armored sergeant didn't know that he was being used, stared at the black-clothed assassin who was hiding in the crowd and sneering at him, and shouted angrily: "I'll kill you!" With a shout, the silver-armored sergeant kicked the dead man away and slashed at the black-clad assassin with his sword.

At this moment, another shout sounded, saying: "The officers and soldiers have killed people, and the court is going to kill us and other people from the rivers and lakes!" ”

Looking at the silver-armored soldiers with hideous expressions, listening to the demagogic shouts, the crowd couldn't help but boil, and many people wanted to escape, especially those who stood in the distance and didn't know the situation, and even frantically rushed outward, making the scene chaotic. The crowd even began to storm the school yard held by the sergeants, and even worse, rushed towards the point platform.

In the chaotic scene, Chu Haoyu and his entourage could not avoid it, and they were soon surrounded by the crowd. At this moment, the person with a kind face spoke again: "Seventh Prince, there are many people here and mixed, how about retreating for the time being?" ”

How Chu Haoyu was willing to leave, he didn't answer him at all, but stared at the battle between the silver-armored sergeant and the black-clothed assassin.

Seeing this, the person with a kind face could only say: "Seventh Prince, if you really don't want to leave, how about going to the Dianbing Platform?" On the platform, not only did Luo Dashuai's personal guards not worry about the impact of the crowd, but they also saw it more clearly. ”

Hearing him say this, Chu Haoyu was really a little moved, and looked up at the point platform. Although there was chaos on the school field, the silver-armored sergeant on the soldier platform did not make any movements, and even his expression did not change, and he still stood quietly on both sides of the platform to protect the marshal Luo Shiyi behind him. As for Luo Shiyi and Luo Dashuai, his tall body still stood solemnly, and there was nothing unusual in his calm eyes, as if the riot in front of him was just child's play.

Staring at Luo Shiyi, Chu Haoyu actually calmed down and said, "Wait first, don't worry, I'll talk later." ”

Seeing that the commotion had begun, the black-clothed assassin stopped retreating, and swung his dagger at the silver-armored sergeant. The moment the knife was drawn, the black-clothed assassin's eyes no longer had any contempt, but instead became extremely focused, but the sneer on his face made people feel a kind of cruelty.

Seeing the black-clothed assassin attacking, the anger in the eyes of the silver-armored sergeant was even worse, but the man had calmed down, took a step forward and shouted at the same time: "Kill! With a heavy killing cry, the silver-armored sergeant concentrated all his cultivation on the sword, stabbing the black-clothed assassin in the chest, ignoring the attacking dagger at all.

This knife is full of the invincible aura of the enemy and the self; This knife is an unremarkable honor for soldiers who are indifferent to life and death. Either the enemy dies or I die, at this moment, the silver armor sergeant left all his emotions behind, and there was only one belief in his heart, kill the enemy!

Staring at the sword, the black-clothed assassin not only did not have any worries, but admired and even appreciated, but this did not affect his attack. However, the half-foot-long dagger flew out to meet the stabbing knife after a spin in his hand, and when the dagger struck, another short blade fell in his hand, with a strange pace and attack on the throat of the silver armor sergeant, leaving a mysterious arc in mid-air.

At a rapid speed, the sword collided with the dagger in an instant, making a rapid clanging sound, and at this moment, the short blade in the Black Assassin's palm was about to slash through the throat of the silver-armored sergeant.

This move, if the silver-armored sergeant retreats, he can easily dodge this move, but how can he be willing to retreat? Moreover, he had to slash the black-clad assassin under his sword.

"Kill!" With another shout, the silver-armored sergeant slashed the dagger and slashed at the black-clad assassin.

Looking at the fierce expression on the face of the silver-armored sergeant, the black-clothed assassin who had been trained for a long time and had a strong heart was also moved, not to mention that they belonged to the same kind of people. Although there were fluctuations in his heart, the short blade slashed through the throat of the silver-armored sergeant without hesitation, bringing up a blood flower. However, there was also an extra bloody wound on his chest.

Seeing Tong Ze being killed, especially hearing that killing word, the anger in the hearts of all the sergeants on the platform had been completely ignited, and their angry eyes stared straight at the black-clothed assassin. However, no one made a move, and still stood straight on the platform, waiting for the order of the coach Luo Shiyi, but in the face of the rioting crowd, Luo Shiyi still did not react, and just stood quietly.

More and more people are running out, and some people don't even know why, they just follow the crowd blindly. Exclamations, shouts, and moans made the school chaotic like a military camp about to collapse. However, Luo Shiyi, who was standing on the platform, still didn't make any moves, wasn't he afraid? Yes, he does have the power to protect himself, but if the people who participated in the martial arts test disperse, then the martial arts test will not become a joke, how can he give an account to the emperor?

Or because of Luo Shiyi's calmness, many people also quieted down and began to think about what was going on.

After slaying the silver-armored sergeant and seeing the chaos in the school field, the black-clothed assassin tried to take advantage of the chaos to slip away, but suddenly found that his qi was locked. After changing positions several times in a row, he still couldn't get rid of the qi, and the assassin finally stopped, and several others stopped at the same time.

Glancing at each other, several people saw the shock in each other's eyes, and also saw what the other party was thinking, without any words, they rushed towards the point platform.

At this moment, there was no need for the commander's order at all, and several armor soldiers flew up to meet the assassins. Moreover, the martial arts of these people are obviously not weak, and they are fighting with all the assassins.

In the chaos, some people had fled, but more often than not, from a distance. Everyone dared to come to the capital to participate in the martial arts test, and some were not only martial arts but also brains. At this moment, seeing that someone actually attacked the Dianbing Platform confirmed what they thought in their hearts, so that instead of leaving, everyone surrounded the Dianbing Platform and the fighting battle group to prevent the troublemakers from escaping.

Seeing that the riot gradually subsided, Chu Haoyu seemed to understand why Luo Shiyi was so quiet, but he still had doubts in his heart, and at this moment, a heroic killing cry sounded from the crowd, and Chu Haoyu couldn't help but look over.

Because his comrades were killed by the black-clothed assassins, a silver-armored sergeant took advantage of the leap to slash the black-clothed assassin's head. The sharp knife posture did not contain any knife technique, just a simple stab, but the extremely fast speed and the pride of the sergeant to move forward gave birth to the momentum of a thousand troops.

Staring at the slash that came to his head, the black-clothed assassin couldn't help but think of the knife that Chu had just injured himself. The same silver armor, the same movements, the same momentum, at this moment, the black-clothed assassin actually gave birth to an illusion, as if the silver-armored sergeant who had just been killed by himself came back to life. After all, the black-clad assassin threw this idea out of his mind in an instant, and swung his short blade to meet the sword.

Extremely fast, in an instant, it has been a close battle. In the sound of the bang, both of their arms shook, and there were several gaps left on the knives.

With the rapid impact, the black-clothed assassin took advantage of the moment when the short blade collided with the sword, and grabbed the knife with his left hand. Grabbing the sword with one hand, the short blade of his right hand stabbed fiercely into the chest of the armorer, but the speed was extremely fast without the slightest sound, like a poisonous snake leaping up, delivering a fatal blow to the prey.

Although in a critical situation, the expression on the face of the silver armor sergeant did not change at all, and he shouted: "Kill! With a cold shout, the sergeant took a step forward to meet the short blade, and stabbed the black-clad assassin in the head with the sword in his hand.

Fighting for his life, perhaps, the Silverarmoured Sergeant's martial arts skills are not as good as the Assassin's, but the Silverarmoured Sergeant can still cut off the enemy's head, even if he loses his life. Perhaps, this is the pride of people who have been killed for a long time and are indifferent to life and death.

Today, to disrupt the martial arts, the black-clad assassin has already saved his will to die. At this moment, looking at the opponent who was so proud and indifferent to life and death, the sneer on his face was actually a little relieved. He no longer dodged, but just swung his short blade and stabbed at the chest of the silver-armored sergeant.

The moment the short blade pierced into his chest, the silver armor sergeant's heart couldn't help but tighten. In the midst of the intense pain, the sergeant couldn't help but shout: "Kill! As if he had spent all his life shouting loudly, the sword in his hand sped up and pierced into the head of the black-clad assassin.

At the moment when the sword split the black-clothed assassin's skull and blood flowed out, a smile appeared on the face of the silver-armored sergeant, a faint smile that was indifferent to life and death, the pleasure of killing the enemy, and the explanation of his dead comrades.