In the seventh stanza, the Assassin came with great speed, like lightning and fire. The two pro-soldiers behind Xie Chuan roared and rushed forward again. The four warriors of the Guards Battalion have all broken into two, and the other two can't move, these two are now the last bit of force in front of Tao Yu. It's just that he goes up twice, and at most it will play a delaying role.

Tao Yu finally changed color slightly, even if she didn't know martial arts, just now the assassin's hand was "condensed and formed", and she knew that the assassin was a master of more than seven stages. Thinking to himself, his feet couldn't help but take three steps back. Xie Chuan hurriedly rushed forward and persuaded: "Niangniang, it's dangerous here, Weichen will escort you out of here." ”

Tao Yu took three steps back, but his body took root like an old tree, so he no longer retreated. She glanced at Xie Chuan, her pretty face was frosty, and she shouted, "Retreat, where else can you retreat?" Since the failure of the first king's southern expedition, in this world, there is no place for me to retreat! ”

As she spoke, she stretched out her palace sleeves, stretched out her arms, pushed away Xie Chuan's support, and said coldly: "I want to see what the weapon that kills this palace in the world looks like." As she spoke, she stood still like a javelin, a rock as a rock, and looked calmly at the Assassin who was fighting with the two guards.

The assassination of the Queen Mother is a big deal. Even Tao Yu panicked just now, and the eunuchs and palace maids around her were finally frightened and dispersed in a hurry, some squatting on the ground and trembling, some were frantically calling people, and some dropped the lanterns and ran, the scene was a mess.

Those two guards can be selected by Xie Chuan as personal guards, and their skills are naturally not weak. Of course, with their three-stage skills, they are also considered masters in the army, and if they mix well, they can even be a small captain. But the two of them were facing a seventh-stage master who had already left the world. I only heard two muffled snorts, and the two of them failed to create a miracle after all, and at the same time covered their chests and retreated, staggering to the ground, obviously not successful.

Forcing the two of them apart, the assassin's pair of pupils burst out with a cold light, and with a soft shout, he stabbed at Tao Yu with a sword, the sword light was like electricity, so close, it flashed.

All the ** were shocked, and many people couldn't help but exclaim.

There are less than five fingers of people in the field who are calm now. Tao Yu is heart is cold as death, even in the face of the catastrophe of killing, the Empress Dowager Xianzhuang of the Southern Han Dynasty still did not change her face and stood proudly. As she herself said, since Xuanyuan failed in her southern expedition, she has no way to retreat, no way back. This originally delicate and lovely princess, who was distressed even when she saw the wounded soldiers, had to use her slender shoulders to prop up the sky above her head after Xuanyuan died.

She is now the queen mother of the Southern Han Dynasty, she has her own reserve and pride, with her current status, she would rather be killed by someone with a sword than avoid it in a panic. As she herself said, no one wants to hold up a piece of heaven for her now, she herself is the sky.

There is also a calm Ding Xianzhi, in the past few years, he has traveled to the north and south, often to various desert areas to explore, those places are full of strange beasts, doing things like pinning their heads to the waistband of their trousers, and they have seen a lot of life and death matters. Even if I have never seen this kind of assassination, as a bard, I am familiar with it, and I don't know how many people I have to tell this kind of story every day. He also knew that the assassin's target was only Tao Yu, as long as he didn't scream and hinder the other party's assassination, the assassin didn't bother to give himself a knife.

Therefore, in Ding Xian's eyes, he was not frightened, but a little excited. This case of assassination, but it happened under his nose, the seven-stage master assassinated the Queen Mother of the Southern Han Dynasty, what explosive news is this? With the current thrilling situation, it is already thrilling and dangerous without its own polishing, not to mention that he still has a clever mouth?

Of course, the Assassin himself was a calm man in the field, and although he was about to succeed, his eyes were still clear, and he was obviously not dizzy. Besides that, is there anything else?

Yes.

Everyone ignored the handsome Taoist priest standing beside Tao Yu, the most outstanding disciple of the third generation of Cangsong Pavilion, Ming Zhen. The holy place of the Eastern Han Dynasty is Cangsong Pavilion, so there are many Taoist priests in China, and they are very respected by the rulers. Between the princely mansions, there are many Taoist priests in and out. In the Eastern Han Dynasty, Taoist priests, like Persian monks, were everywhere. The Assassin seemed to ignore it.

But no matter how you ignore it, you can't ignore that Ming Zhen is the most outstanding disciple of the third generation of Cangsong Pavilion, and there is no one. He was the most prominent disciple in Cangsong Pavilion and still is here.

Mingzhen held a whisk in his hand, and the whisk was also one of the commonly used utensils of Taoist priests. But it is also an important part of the Cangsong Pavilion's hand weapon and the Finger Dust Sword.

The black shadow flashed, and the assassin's body was as fast as lightning, like thunder. The sword light flashed with a chill, and a sword stabbed at Tao Yu's throat. The throat is pink and delicate, even if it is the queen mother's, it will definitely bleed if she is stabbed.

At this time, Ming Zhen moved. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly shouted, "Bah! The dust in his hand slammed up, and the dust swelled, turning into three thousand silver threads, which stood upright and shrouded the assassin who was rushing straight away. At this time, the assassin was in mid-air, and the dust was dispersed, and the road ahead had been sealed, if he continued to stab forward, it was unknown whether Tao Yu could kill him, but he was bound to be pierced into a hedgehog by the dust. This kind of uneconomical deal, the assassin was naturally unwilling to do it, and at the moment he rolled his backhand, the long sword was suddenly retracted, and the person had already jumped to the side.

Now that he has made a move, Ming Zhen no longer hesitates, brushes the dust to his left hand, and his right hand pulls out the long sword with a "choking" sound. He uttered a trumpet and lunged towards the Assassin. The two exchanged hands in the courtyard, and under the moonlight, only two shadows, one black and one white, could be seen dimly flashing, but they did not make a sound, as if they were performing a pantomime.

The two only fought for a short time, and the weapons finally intersected, and only a crisp sound of "ding" was heard. The Assassin had already taken advantage of the situation to roll into a pile of flowers beside him, and his body was like a fish, scurrying against the ground. When he arrived at an osmanthus tree, a vertical leap had already climbed the tree, his feet were lighter on it, the branch was only slightly bent, and others had already taken advantage of the momentum to rise to the sky.

In just a short period of time, he has already tried out that Ming Zhen is also a seventh-stage master, although it is only the early stage of the seventh-stage, but it will definitely take time for him to win Mingzhen, and he will have to consume a lot of true qi. And neither of these things can be afforded by him. I saw more and more guards pouring in from outside. If you don't go to the stack again, I'm afraid that people won't be killed, but they will be killed. He came quickly, and he went simply, and in a flash, the person was already on the roof.

But no matter how fast he moves, he must not be faster than a bow and arrow. Xie Chuan's talent is not very good, but he is loyal to Tao Yu. Tao Yu ordered the bow team not to enter the Songzi Temple, Xie Chuan was naturally not easy to refute, but he was a little uneasy after all, so he put a team of 100 people around the Songzi Temple, since this strong bow team was so close, it naturally came very quickly, and when the assassin and Ming Zhen fought, they had already arrived, and they were ready to shoot their bows and arrows in the courtyard. It's just that Mingzhen and the assassin are fighting endlessly, and it's not easy to release the arrow for a while, otherwise he may hurt his own people. At this time, I saw that the assassin had gone up to the roof, and his whole body was exposed, and he would be polite there.

"Shoot the arrows!"

As Xie Chuan gave an order, he could only hear a burst of bowstrings, and a hundred long arrows rushed towards the assassin standing on the roof from different angles. These hundred strong archers had already held back their anger, and at this time, they were even more angry, and the power was much greater than usual. For a while, the arrows flowed like rain, and even the bright moon in the sky was about to dim.

What are the warriors most afraid of? Of course, it's bows and arrows, and the dense rain of arrows is the best way to deal with high-level martial artists. Therefore, even if he is a grandmaster, he does not dare to fly around when the two armies are fighting, so he will become a live target. Even if you are invulnerable all over your body and your true qi is constantly flowing, your energy is always limited, and it is impossible to protect your whole body with a breath of true qi all the time. Besides, God knows if there are any high-level martial artists among the bows and arrows that shoot from them. This is also the "taboo flying high" among the three taboos of martial artists. Perhaps the fight was too intense, and our Assassin didn't notice that there were already archers in the courtyard, and now he was a live target.

The Assassin stepped on the tile, his body still unsteady. When you hear the sound of the bowstring, you know it's going to be bad. But he was also a seventh-stage master, so naturally he was not so easy to be hit by arrows, and his body turned over on the ridge of the roof and fell to one side, and most of these arrows flew over his head. But there was still an arrow that was so tricky that it stabbed straight into his back.

In the darkness, only a "ding" sound could be heard, and something seemed to have fallen from the assassin's body. He snorted, pulled out the long arrow on his shoulder with his backhand, and threw it downward, the person had turned into a light smoke, and a few ups and downs had been hidden in the night.

※※※Despite Jian Feiyang's gags, this meal is still very depressing. At the end, Wu Ming got up and said, "Brother Yang, Sister Fei'er, I'll send you away, anyway, it's idle now." ”

Yang Xiong hesitated a little, glanced at Lei Fei'er, sighed and said, "Okay." ”

He said hello to Zhu Yuqing, then took Nanwang from the servant's hand and walked out of the commander's mansion with Yang Xiong and his wife.

Yang Xiong and his wife are not weak, so they both came on horseback. The three of them walked slowly on the road with their horses, silent for a while. It's probably past midday, and the Commander's Mansion is not near Chayi Street, so the streets are deserted and rarely seen. I could only occasionally see one or two teams of guards patrolling with spears, and I saluted a few people when I saw them. The three giants of the Guards Battalion, even if they violate the night curfew, who would dare to come over and ask the east and west, isn't this looking for a draw?

The moon is like water, and the three horses step on the clear stone road at the same time, making a "clucking" sound. A little more lonely.

Yang Xiong looked at the bright moon in the sky and sighed involuntarily. This sigh was extremely long, and Wu Ming's heart was also a burst of pantothenic acid, Yang Xiong is a descendant of Humen Yang, and he has always wanted to fight on the battlefield like his ancestors, and take revenge in his chest. Now that the country is not at peace, border troubles are everywhere, and the imperial court, after several years of cultivation and accumulation, is about to implement the great cause of rejuvenation. But suddenly, it seemed that none of these things had anything to do with him, and the regret in his heart was definitely not shallow.

Thinking of this, Wu Ming took Nan Wang, "Brother Yang, now that Niangniang still has a guard in her hand, there shouldn't be much of a problem in terms of security." At least it's much better than when I first came to Nanning, no. If there is a real war, I will go and ask her for mercy when the time comes, and I should be able to ......"

Yang Xiong hesitated and looked at Lei Fei'er. The latter smiled: "Don't look at me like that, I've been with you for three years now, what you think in your heart, how can I not know." Am I going to hold you back? Speaking of this, she paused, and then said: "But don't think about it so much, after all, there is no movement in the imperial court in this regard now, and these are all things that we guess wildly." No matter how much you think about it, it's in vain, let's wait until the court is really ready to go on the expedition, the world is unpredictable. ”

When she said this, she glanced at Wu Ming and Yang Xiong, sighed lightly and said no more. Wu Ming was gloomy for a while, the world is unpredictable, this is indeed true, and the clouds above the court are treacherous. Today you may still be a brother in distress, but tomorrow you will be an enemy of life and death. Three years ago, who would have thought that the Guards Camp would be split in half by Tao Yu? Will the relationship between himself and Yang Xiong be so embarrassing?

At this moment, I heard a great commotion in the streets. The guards of the forbidden army, who had saluted a few people just now, turned around like crazy and ran towards the center of the city. Then, as if the whole city had woken up, there was a lot of noise everywhere, and there were more and more guards on the streets, and many residents were also awakened. Several people were at a loss for a while, and saw a team of guards hurrying from afar. Wu Ming stopped them and said, "What's wrong?" Panicked. ”

The guard said angrily: "Lord Hui, just now we got the news that the Songzi Temple was attacked, and we went to reinforce it. ”

"What?"

All three exclaimed at the same time. Since the establishment of the Southern Han Dynasty, Tao Yu's Songzi Temple has never encountered an assassin. In recent years, the defense of Songzi Temple has also increased day by day. Everyone was a little lax, but they didn't expect to be attacked today. If Tao Yu really has three long and two short, it will be like thunder and fire in the heavenly court for the current Southern Han Dynasty. The balance of the imperial court will also be broken, and the political situation will be turbulent, where is there still leisure to wage war and restore the rivers and mountains?

Thinking of the assassination of himself by Yulute's Yululi, he couldn't help but sweat coldly. Could it be that this is another ploy of the Southern Barbarians, or a few young people? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel anxious, and pinched the horse with all his might, Nanwang was in pain, and suddenly neighed, shook off his four hooves and ran. Wu Ming said loudly as he accelerated: "Brother Yang, Sister Fei'er, I'll go and have a look first, and I won't wait for you." ”

Although the war horses of Yang Xiong and Lei Fei'er are also extremely miraculous, compared with Nanwang, the gap between the two sides is nothing less than mud. Saving people is like fighting a fire, so naturally you can't rush with them.

"Okay." This is Yang Xiong's reply.

"Be careful." This is what Riffel should do.

But Wu Ming couldn't hear it anymore, he had already turned the corner of the street. Now he can't care about the shocking world, he beat the horse again and again to speed up, Nanwang also felt the urgency of the master's mood, and let go of the four hooves to run wildly. A man and a horse flew up almost against the street, a hazy afterimage in the moonlight.