"I didn't see Shimicha and I love Ultraman." Seriously sent a message to the night returnee, "I see that you are worried in vain, I have arrived at the Imperial History Mansion now, and there is nothing to do." ”

"That's best, you squat there for a while and watch, we'll be almost in the capital." The Night Returner breathed a sigh of relief.

Seriously suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves, accompanied by the sound of ruts running over the bluestone road, turned his head to look, a gorgeous carriage stopped in front of the Imperial History Mansion, the gate opened, a brightly dressed boy brother walked out of the mansion leisurely, followed by a middle-aged scribe and four guards wearing waist knives, that son is the son of the Imperial History Yin Zheyan, looking about his early twenties, handsome appearance, but his face is a little pale, a weak and overly drunk.

Yin Zheyan took the middle-aged scribe and stepped into the carriage, the coachman shook the reins, and two healthy horses dragged the carriage out slowly, and four guards followed on both sides of the carriage.

Depend on! This guy really came out, scolded seriously, and went up from a distance.

The street of the capital is wide, the streets are lined with pavilions, the streets are also pedestrians such as carp, the sedan car flows endlessly, many players are mixed in it, wandering in the roadside stalls, a prosperous and lively scene, the carriage is not fast, the speed is quite slow, seriously follow the back and look around, still do not see the figure of Shimicha and I love Ultraman, there are many people and cars on this street, and it is not a good place for ambush.

It was just after noon, and I didn't know where Yin Zheyan wanted to go, so he followed him seriously, and a stone arch bridge erected on the river in the distance came into view.

A faint huqin sound accompanied by the sound of the river flowing came from the bottom of the bridge, the music was sad and desolate, wisps, wanting to break and connect, a small boat from under the arch bridge leisurely swinging out.

Seriously from the moment he heard the sound of the piano, he suddenly realized that it must be Shi Micha appeared, hurried a few steps, and looked around, there was a player with a dark face sitting on the bow of the boat who was riding a pig and hitting a big tree, playing the huqin with an expressionless face.

That's definitely Shi Mi Cha, he finally didn't appear in his true face, and he disguised himself, but he still used the pseudonym of riding a pig to hit a big tree, but the huqin in his hand had completely betrayed his identity.

The coachman drove the carriage up the arch bridge, and Shi Micha was still playing the piano at the bow of the boat, as if he had no intention of making a move, and the guards on the side of the carriage did not care.

Do I love Ultraman? This thought just crossed my mind.

The sound of the piano suddenly turned, and the syllables suddenly rose several degrees, and became rapid and excited, revealing a sad mood and a high-spirited indignation, which resounded all around.

The change of the music seems to be a code, the carriage has just arrived in the middle of the arch bridge, a figure swept out from the other side of the bottom of the arch bridge, the sword light flashed, and the dense sword shadow appeared, like a fine rain scattered little bits, suddenly turned into a violent storm, and the two guards on the right side of the carriage were swept in, the blood flashed, the two guards were caught off guard, and they were seconds at once, and the rest of the person was also covered with bruises, pulled out his waist knife and danced wildly to resist, and shouted in panic.

"There are assassins!"

"Protect Childe!"

The two guards on the left side of the carriage reacted quickly, and rushed forward, their long knives unsheathed, forming a dazzling wall of knives, and slashing at the sudden man.

Seriously don't have to think about it to know, this quenching sneak attack thinks that you think that the cocoon on the hand must be my love Ultraman, not to mention the bad taste of their disguised names, he is a disciple of the Swift Rain Sword Sect, and the fierce Swift Rain Sword can't be faked.

The civilian NPCs around the arch bridge let out a burst of panicked exclamations, scattering and fleeing, for fear of being affected, but the players were stunned, and they rushed forward to see the excitement.

Shimicha rose to the sky, people were in the air, their hands were wiped on the huqin, there was already a thin and narrow long sword, the cold light flashed, and the dense sword rain condensed into a beam of brilliant brilliance, and the sword light was like a waterfall, and it struck down fiercely on the top of the carriage.

The style of the Swift Rain Sword was as fierce as a torrent bursting the embankment, and the roof of the car exploded when it landed.

The fierce palm power surged up from below, and fought hard with the sword stabbed by Shi Micha, and Shi Micha turned over and somersaulted out.

The wagon was torn apart and completely destroyed, and the wreckage of the carriage was shot in all directions, and the coachman sitting in front of the carriage bore the brunt of the blow, and fell into the river with a shock, and the two healthy horses were stabbed in the backs with a lot of wooden fragments, and they neighed in pain and grieved, and galloped out.

It was the middle-aged scribe who followed Yin Zheyan to meet him, and he flew away with Yin Zheyan, who was already too frightened to speak, and Shi Micha avoided the galloping horse and chased after him.

The middle-aged scribe glanced back in his busy schedule, and the guards fell again, and the remaining two guards struggled to support under the fierce sword momentum of the assassin who shot first, and the assassin was hung with colors, but he was not seriously injured, and he knew that he was going to be dragged down, and the two assassins with superb swordsmanship joined forces, not to mention protecting Yin Gongzi, and he was afraid that he would not be spared, so he did not dare to stay at all, and rushed to the street, to the street, and only by the shelter of the crowd could he find a trace of life.

"Don't want to run away!" Shi Mi Cha was finally delayed, seeing that the middle-aged scribe with Yin Zheyan was about to sweep down the arch bridge, he was in a hurry, he didn't expect that Yin Zheyan would have a master next to him to protect him, if he escaped, this ambush was in vain, not to mention, the master of the six doors rushed to hear the news, he and his friend Ultraman were definitely going to be captured, and he had to assassinate Shi Micha with the psychological preparation of being in prison, but he had to pull that Yin Zheyan on his back.

Just as he was in a hurry, Shi Micha suddenly found that a rookie player who was only thirty-two years was blocking the bridge, and the player who opened the door to check the water meter seemed to be frightened, and stood there fixedly, but it was impartial, just blocking the way of the middle-aged scribe rushing forward.

"Get out of here!"

The middle-aged scribe shouted violently, and a palm came out, he fled in a hurry, without the slightest mercy from his subordinates, if he was really a novice player of the thirty-second level, he was slapped by him, and there was definitely only an ending on the spot.

Seriously turned his hand and greeted him, seeing that Shi Micha and I love Ultraman had made a move, and was about to help, this middle-aged scribe came to the door with Yin Zheyan, who would miss this opportunity.

Click!

The sound of broken bones came out, and the middle-aged scribe screamed miserably, and flew back upside down, with deep internal strength and strong strength, how could this middle-aged scribe resist it, and his arm was broken under one blow.

"it!"

"Hell yes!"

.......

The players watching the excitement watched in amazement, and couldn't help but let out an exclamation, a thirty-two level player actually slapped a master NPC who had passed level sixty and flew out with a palm, which was also too sensational.