Only heard a "coo", the man in black didn't have time to let out a scream, the short blade in Su Jun's hand had already sunk into the assassin's temple, the left went in, the right went out, the white knife turned red, and the black-clothed man's skull had been pierced in half.

Su Jun's speed and reaction were so fast that even the black-clothed assassins had already been killed before they could react, and the seemingly fierce fight only happened between breaths.

"Master Su, the little incompetent ......"

Su Jun waved his hand, stopped Deng Biao, who was about to continue, looked at the other Tsing Yi soldiers around him, and found that most of the brothers under his hand had just fallen asleep after being drugged and had not been harmed, and he was finally relieved.

"The brothers who have not been drugged should quickly notify the soldiers and horses outside the city, and immediately seal off the four gates of Ando Castle, and only allow them to enter, not to leave!"

After speaking, he rushed to the house, and added a sentence at the end,

"Brothers, be smart, don't act alone, a few people together"

The battle in the post house continued, the number of black-clothed assassins was not large, but they were all masters of outstanding martial arts, with the drug, the ordinary Tsing Yi army could not stop them at all, and several Tsing Yi brothers had fallen in a pool of blood.

The post house is divided into three floors, Li Jiu'er and her personal maid Xiaocui's room is located in the middle of the second floor, Li Jiu'er lives in the inner room, and Xiaocui lives in the outer room. Some of the black-clothed assassins had already reached the second floor, and Lu Shun and the Tsing Yi army did not let them go at all, and the scene was deadlocked for a while.

The sound of fighting downstairs was getting closer and closer, and the Tsing Yi Army completely relied on their will to resist the invasion of the drug, their nerves were tensed into a string, and everyone's eyes were staring at the direction of the stairs.

Suddenly, several figures downstairs rushed up the stairs, all of them in black clothes, black pants and black masks, obviously with a group of people who had just come out of the ambush to ambush Su Jun.

Although the Tsing Yi army upstairs was a warrior of a hundred battles, but because they were more or less attacked by poison gas, and the men in black were prepared, it was inevitable that they would be at a disadvantage in the battle.

The Tsing Yi army was not afraid of death, but this was far from enough, and in the blink of an eye, several more Tsing Yi soldiers were stabbed by the short blades like assassins and poisonous snakes, and blood splattered three feet and fell to the ground.

There is a huge disparity in strength between the two sides, and rushing forward will not drive away the assassins, but will only have some more senseless sacrifices, looking at the fallen brothers one by one, Li Dazhuang's heart is like a knife, and he roared and stepped forward with a knife.

With the sound of "dangchang", Li Dazhuang's knife was blocked by a short blade, and before Li Dazhuang could react, he only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and found that he had been hit hard, and his huge body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

It wasn't until the wall collapsed that Li Dazhuang rolled to the ground with a thud, squirting a mouthful of blood, Li Dazhuang almost struggled to stand up, but found that he was weak and soft like a wasted person.

Li Dazhuang, who usually looks like a fierce beast, was knocked to the ground by the other party without even taking a single look, you can imagine how strong these assassins are.

Seeing that Li Dazhuang was also injured and fell to the ground, Lu Shun, who was mixed with the Tsing Yi army, could no longer hold back the anger in his heart, and roared with all his might:

"Brothers, no one should rush to attack, shrink the formation, and use the formation taught to us by Su Ye to deal with this group of bitches, the assassins don't dare to stay longer, and when the Anhu defenders arrive, they will die without a place to bury!"

After Lu Shun's reminder, all the Tsing Yi soldiers suddenly realized,

"What's the deal, Lao Tzu is no longer a thief now, but a serious official and soldier, so I'm still afraid of a wool, I'm anxious about a wool, and I will consume it with them, and it is naturally this group of people in black who are afraid to retreat in the end."

The Tsing Yi Army is a group of five, not attacking, but protecting the robe around him from being harmed, and the man in black has failed to achieve good results in several attacks, just like a hedgehog huddled tightly together encountering a fierce tiger, no matter how powerful the assassins are, there is no way to take them, the scene once fell into a dead end, and the two sides were at a stalemate again.

Several black-clothed people glanced at each other, turned their hearts sideways, and rushed up again, time was pressing, they could only cut through the mess quickly, otherwise they would continue to stalemate like this, and the final defeat could only be their own side.

The assassins knew that there was no chance of winning in this fight, but at the moment of crisis, they couldn't manage so much, and they could only fight each other anyway.

It seems to be the last madness before death, the black-clothed assassin is as decisive as a moth to a fire, he doesn't care about his life and death, he only wants to kill, this kind of mad dog, fighting for his life, does have some effect, and the little advantage that the Tsing Yi Army can recover is instantly gone.

Li Jiu'er's personal maid Xiaocui couldn't hold her breath anymore, took a deep breath, and greeted her with her bare hands, her body was like a ghost, fast as lightning.

Xiaocui is next to Li Jiu'er and is the last line of defense by her side. In the face of Xiao Cui's counterattack, the man in black did not dare to be careless, and only two of the eight men in black were separated and sandwiched in the middle.

The green figure shuttled back and forth between the two assassins, like a spirit monkey, with a pair of fleshy palms against the fine iron blade but did not fall behind at all, the three of them were inseparable from each other, the scene was scorching, and they could not help each other, and it was difficult to distinguish the victory or defeat for a while.

The Tsing Yi army on the side looked a little dumbfounded, no one thought that the usually soft and weak little girl's kung fu was so good, and the other Tsing Yi soldiers besieged an assassin without getting the slightest bargain, Xiao Cui was able to shake two assassins with his own strength without showing defeat.

There was no one by Li Jiu'er's side, she was less than two feet away from the black-clothed assassin, and at such a close distance, looking at the assassin face to face, Li Jiu'er could even smell the thick bloody breath coming from the other party's body.

At this time, Li Jiu'er's face did not change, she was not sad or happy, but in fact, her heart was already frozen to the extreme, they no longer seemed to care about the feelings of the same clan, and in the end, did they still want to kill themselves?

My people, as the most loyal people of the "God of War", what blinded you, what corrupted your hearts, did your souls also fall?

Li Jiu'er is very beautiful, her beauty is as holy as nature, without a trace of mortal filth, especially now standing there expressionlessly, like an elf who has fallen into the mortal dust watching the deceitful world people perform boringly, as if everything has nothing to do with her.

A black-clothed assassin saw that Xiao Cui was entangled and couldn't get out, so he found the right time to bully himself in front of Li Jiu'er, the short blade in his hand was like a poisonous snake spitting letters, and Li Jiu'er looked at him quietly, as if the person the assassin wanted to kill was not himself at all.

The assassin hesitated a little, the short blade in his hand never stabbed forward for half a minute, his face was sometimes hideous, sometimes deep, sometimes angry, sometimes quiet, and so on several times, as if he had finally made up his mind, the short blade in his hand stabbed Li Jiu'er's neck again.

There were still blood stains dripping down the assassin's short blade, and those were the blood of the Tsing Yi Army who died to protect Li Jiu'er.

Li Jiu'er quietly watched the change in the black-clothed man's expression, without the slightest intention of dodging, and the moment the assassin's short blade was about to pierce her neck, she clearly felt the assassin's body shake violently, and then, the assassin's head slowly lowered.

Following the sight of the man in black, Li Jiu'er suddenly saw a short blade of the same length sticking out of the assassin's lower abdomen.

Of course, it is impossible for a human stomach to have a short blade, which is a short blade that pierces through the back vertebrae and protrudes from the forefront.

"You shouldn't hesitate, otherwise it should be me who dies at this time",

Li Jiu'er said quietly, glancing at the slowly falling corpse, there was suddenly an extra brocade boy behind the corpse, with a playful smile on his handsome face.

He's coming, you're done!