Changle suffered a loss in his mouth, and he suffered even more in his heart, and he had to distinguish a few words, but he felt that it was in vain, and he was about to pull his hand away, when he saw that his eyes suddenly changed, and the guards around him also pressed their hands on the scabbard on their waists at the same moment.

The moon was like a hook, and the woods suddenly became extremely quiet, and the insects and birds were still noisy, and it seemed to disappear at this time.

In terms of martial arts cultivation, Changle is a half-jar, but this atmosphere also made her suddenly frightened.

"Friends from afar, why don't you show up and see them? Jiang is waiting here. When he said this, Jiang Xian had already gotten up, and he didn't know what weapon he was used to, so he was standing with his hands in his hands.

Thinking that this person was afraid that he would have to face the enemy with his bare hands, Changle couldn't help but rejoice.

However, this joy did not last long, and as soon as his words fell, he saw several black clouds falling from the sky, and he didn't know where so many masked assassins were hiding.

The assassins didn't say a word, and the cold light of the blades flashed one after another, and a faint smell of blood rushed into their nostrils.

Jiang Xian didn't deliberately protect Changle, but whenever Changle fell into a crisis, he could get her out.

The sudden assassin came with obvious intentions, every move was aimed at Jiang Xian, and the identity of the comer was not clear, Changle could only wait and see what happened.

"Don't gloat, if I die, you won't be able to escape." He peeked through her little abacus and sneered: "They are not here to save you, don't hope for that stupid big man next to you!" ”

Changle didn't think that Duan Xu would lead people to rescue her on the way, but listening to the meaning of Jiang Xian's words, Duan Xu was afraid that he would not be able to protect himself.

The people with gold belts on their wrists are still trying their best to fight, and they are also capable people with one as ten, but the opponent's strength seems to be stronger, and the formation of the conjuring is unpredictable.

Jiang Xian and Changle were surrounded in the center by the few remaining loyal attendants, and the circle became smaller and smaller, and the number of dead and wounded increased.

is outnumbered and cannot tolerate optimism.

Jiang Xian's voice was fierce, and his smile became mad: "It seems that you have to do it, there is a road in heaven that you don't go, and you have to come to die, and you are helpless." ”

Suddenly, a black-faced guard turned his head and called out "Childe", but did not say anything more.

Under the moon shadow and knife light, Changle saw that Jiang Xian's face was pale almost jade, the eyes in his eyes were deep and shallow, the tip of his nose was actually more beautiful than sharp, and his thin lips had a smile like nothing.

It's as if something is different from the past.

Jiang Xian smiled at Changle with a side face: "It's time to take care of your life, don't just look at me." ”

Changle felt that everything was just his own illusion, and Jiang Xian was still the same Jiang Xian.

She opened her mouth slightly, before the words came out, Jiang Xian had already jumped up, as soon as he made a move, Changle understood that no one in his eyes was not completely unreasonable, and the light work alone had already embarrassed her.

The masked assassin was led by a man of modest stature, his elongated eyes darkening.

Is he really going to get his hands dirty? He still dares to "burn flowers and break jade"?

Jiang Xian didn't give him a chance to be surprised, the internal force that had been suppressed was like a beast that came out to forage after hibernation, slow but with a deadly hiss, so the wind was born in the long sleeves, and the wind was also born in the palm, and the people seemed to be very quiet in the same place but with the precursor of the mountain and tsunami.

This guy is really evil, Changle unconsciously took a few steps back.

As it turned out, she should have avoided it even further.

The sand, gravel, dust, and dead branches and leaves on the ground were all rolled up, so that the sand was no longer sand, and the fallen leaves were no longer fallen leaves, and all of them evolved into extremely sharp weapons.

Out of instinct, Changle squatted down and hugged her head, the strong murderous aura made her unable to even open her eyes, and she could only see thicker and thicker blood between her fingers, and the warm and slippery liquid splashed on the back of her neck and the back of her hands.

Don't even think about it, it must be human plasma. But Changle didn't seem to hear the screams.

A chill began to run down his spine, what martial arts did he practice, and how fast did he go?