The identity of the noble man in Lin Erniang's mouth made Yu Cheng suspicious and puzzled.

Qingping has been gentle and frugal all her life, and she has been kind to others for only two years, and she has never offended anyone, why can she make the royal family kill her?

Moreover, at that time, Qingping personally went to the state of Chu to ask for reinforcements to reinforce the state of Jiang, but on the way back, he was killed by others, and even the unborn fetus in her womb was not spared.

Isn't that noble man afraid of the wrath of the Chu State and join forces with the Qi State to exterminate the Jiang State?

Yu Cheng's brain ached so much that he remembered that day sixteen years ago.

At that time, he received the news of Qingping's assassination, rode his horse and galloped, passed through dozens of desolate graves, crossed the broken bodies that stretched for dozens of miles, and turned over the corpses in the sea of corpses and blood.

With grief and hope, it was not until the baby's cry penetrated the soul that he found Qingping's body in a panic.

The princess, who was dignified and elegant in the past, was dressed in tatters, stained with sand and blood, and protected a white and colorless baby in her arms.

The baby sucked on her chapped fingers, her clear eyes full of panic.

Yu Cheng's hand trembled uncontrollably, and the swaddling clothes spread out.

He tried to wrap the baby in a random way, but he only saw the word "Jixi" written in blood in the swaddling clothes.

The surroundings are a dim twilight intertwined with heavy and bloody, and there is a thick and pungent fishy smell and blood turbidity, which is completely different from the word "Jixi".

Yu Cheng was shaken, his red eyes were stabbed painfully, and he couldn't say a word when he opened his mouth.

That day, he was holding his long-dead wife like that, and something collapsed in his heart.

Because the arrogant Princess Qingping will never come back.

Yu Cheng only felt that the blood veins and meridians all over his body were like congested, blocking all the limbs and bones.

A cold light flashed through the window, and a silver light fell on the eyes that he had just opened.

Yu Cheng immediately secretly reached out and grabbed the spear that had been placed on the edge of the bed all the year round.

Could it be that the noble man heard the news that he sent Lin Erniang to Beizhuang, was he afraid that he would guess something, and he was going to assassinate the killer directly?

Suddenly, dozens of shadows swept through the window, and Yu Cheng's hand holding the spear tightened.

Bitter hatred is noisy in the churning blood.

In an instant, the door panel was torn apart, and the silver blade was hidden in the splinters, covering up like a ghost.

The sharp blade and the strong wind shot in the dark, straight towards the door of the face.

Yu Cheng raised his spear and flew diagonally to block, and under the two soldiers connected, the spear in Yu Cheng's hand swept the sharp blade away and nailed it straight into the bed behind him.

Yu Cheng asked coldly, "Who are you?"

The assassins didn't answer him, and the black shadows flew in formation, like practicing white light from all directions, seemingly undisciplined in the moonlight, but chaotic and orderly.

The spear in Yu Cheng's hand was like flying lightning, and the murderous aura between the moves was wide open and closed, but it was always difficult to defeat the four hands with two fists, and one person faced dozens of well-trained assassins, and he still couldn't help but lose the upper hand.

Lin Feng was hidden in the dark, suddenly heard the tip of his ears move slightly, stepped on the tile and toe to lift one of the tiles, but paused in front of the tile, I don't know what I was thinking.

Yu Cheng's spear was windy, with a cold killing intent.

The assassin's attack became more and more ruthless, and the sword seemed to chase the soul, piercing directly into Cheng's heart.

The spear in Yu Cheng's hand pierced a person's abdomen, and the man grabbed it and couldn't pull it out for a while.

Seeing that the sword was coming, Lin Feng took a breath and raised his foot to flip over the tiles, leaned over and jumped off the roof, between the lightning and flint, the sword body steadily blocked the sharp blade, and burst out a burst of sparks.

The assassin was squinted by Mars, and with a twist of his sword, he pierced the throat of one of them and cut off the hand that was holding the spear to the bone.

Wherever the sword passed, blood splattered.

Yu Cheng withdrew his spear and vaguely recognized it in the moonlight: "Lin Feng?"

Lin Feng responded, "Master Hou."

For some reason, as several corpses fell to the ground, the attack of the remaining killers became more and more fierce, and the moves were all towards Cheng, forcing Lin Feng to protect him.

With a sharp sound, the two swords intersected, bringing out a flying spark, and the assassin was shocked and had no choice but to get rid of it.

The sharp blade was like a sharp flying wheel, surrounded by the Lin Feng long sword, and it was suddenly thrown out, blocking the sword that stabbed at Yu Cheng.

The wind around was surging rapidly, and when the wind turned back, it was too late to block it, so he had to bend down to avoid its edge.

However, a cold light blade still grazed his shoulder and brought out a line of blood.

Lin Feng only felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and the fingertips holding the hilt of the sword turned slightly white, and he raised his sword to pick up the sharp blade that crossed his neck again.

The guards in the Chengde Marquis Mansion finally rushed over with torches held high.

The more Yu Cheng fought, the more courageous he became, sending out a spear and approaching the throat of his predecessors.

The assassins glanced at each other, raised their hands, and the room exploded into a cloud of white smoke.

The Assassin who was fighting in the wind took the opportunity to leave, and several of them even carried the corpse of the assassin who fell to the ground, and disappeared into the endless darkness.

Lin Feng fell to the ground with the long sword in his hand, and slowly stood up holding his bleeding shoulder.

Yu Cheng put away his spear and supported Lin Feng with one hand, "How are you?" ”

A group of guards finally arrived, and the lights in the room came back on.

The ground was mottled with blood, but there were no bodies, and even a pair of severed hands had been taken away, and nothing was missing except for blood stains and broken doors and windows.

Apparently well-trained and well-planned.

Lin Feng looked at the blood flowing from his shoulder, and his heart couldn't help but be suspicious.

But if you act so carefully, why don't you just quench the poison on the sword? Wouldn't that be a better chance of success?

Moreover, those people are like ghosts, and the way of practicing martial arts is roughly four points similar to his.

Although he deliberately concealed it to others, if he was an expert, he was afraid that he would not be able to hide it.

Lin Feng frowned and asked, "There should be no problem without quenching the poison, does Master Hou know where those people came from?"

Yu Cheng's eyes flickered, and he darkened in an instant, and half-closed his eyes and said, "I don't know."

He knew that this matter was related to the Jiang royal family, but this was just his speculation, even if it was true, how could he say it to Lin Feng?

Lin Feng looked at Yu Cheng fixedly, and did not continue to ask.

Yu Cheng looked at the guards outside the door in a cold voice and said, "Search the Hou Mansion, don't miss it!"

"Yes!"

The guards immediately received the order and divided into several teams in an orderly manner, and in an instant, the entire Chengde Marquis Mansion was brightly lit.

However, the Assassins did not leave immediately, only the corpses on their backs left first, and a few of them remained hidden in the dark part of the garden.

Shadow avoided everyone and fell among the assassins, "How is it?" ”

Several of the Assassins bowed respectfully and replied, "Returning to the deputy, two were wounded, and four were dead."

Wei Ying said solemnly: "What about the guard?" What do you think? ”

The assassin pondered for a moment and replied seriously, "That guard was only slightly injured, and his martial arts are also extremely profound, but looking at his martial arts is a bit like Dongying's secret art, which is quite similar to what we learned."