At this point, the coachman let go of his sword, and with his hands parted outward, he performed a "wild horse mane" pose, and his two hands formed five fingers into claws, and slammed into the Assassin's wrists. Seeing this, the assassin did not withdraw his hand, but his movements were faster, and he said: "Even if you grab my wrist, my two guns can still hit your temple, what is the use?"www.biquge.info

The driver did not grasp the Assassin's wrist, but clasped his claws on the side of the Assassin's wrist an inch down, pinching and pinching, and I don't know what kind of effort he used, the Assassin only felt that his hands were sore, and when his fingers were loose, he could not hold the chain gun in his hand, and fell to the ground with a "bang". The tip and tail of the spear had already reached a little distance from the coachman's temple, and in a matter of millimeters, the success was lost, and even the weapon in his hand was missed.

The coachman picked up his right foot, and the soft sword, which had almost fallen to the ground, was picked up in the air by him, and with a copy of his right hand, he held the sword in his hand and stabbed forward. Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, he did not give the Assassins the slightest respite.

The assassin was also extremely decisive, and turned and fled. He who has lost his weapon is not as good as a chicken when he plucks his feathers, and he is definitely not the opponent of the coachman. There is no idea of running away and losing face, leaving Qingshan without worrying about no firewood, he still has big things to do, and he can't die in this place.

While fleeing, he suddenly heard a sword roar behind him, and turned his head to look, it turned out that the coachman had used the soft sword as a hidden weapon again, and threw it over, the speed was extremely fast, and it was in front of him!

The assassin gritted his teeth, his heart was crossed, and he used his left hand to block the sword. Who knows that this soft sword is a rare sword in the world, blowing sharp blades, sharpening iron silently, and extremely sharp. Moreover, the sword only had a hilt, no blade, and stabbed a bloody hole directly in the palm of the Assassin's left hand, and then broke out of the hole, and continued to fly towards the Assassin's face.

In desperation, the assassin flicked his right hand upward, but fortunately he slowed down the speed of the sword, which finally missed the sword's flight trajectory and shot straight past the assassin's ear. But he also paid a terrible price, and half of his palm was cut off by a soft sword in his right hand. Rao is his perseverance is amazing, he can endure what ordinary people can't bear, and he can't help but snort in pain, his face is pale, and the blood does not stop.

At this time, he saw a man rushing from afar, and when he looked closely, it turned out that the coachman had picked up the assassin's pen gun and chased him after him. A flash of despair flashed through the Assassin's heart, knowing that he was mortally wounded and would not be able to escape the chauffeur's pursuit. When the capacity is reached, the blood flows faster, and even if it is not killed by the driver, it will die of blood. He has been in his life all his life, and he has rarely failed in martial arts, but he didn't expect to be planted in this place today. It's a pity that I still have a great cause to achieve, I wanted to be famous in the world and be famous in history, but I died before I got out of school, I was unwilling, unwilling!

But he was not an ordinary person after all, and he did not fall into a woman's self-pity, but quickly adjusted his mentality, knowing that if he died, those dead men might not be the opponents of this coachman, and he had to kill that person after paying such a big price!

"I really don't want those guys to do it. Thinking like this, the action did not hesitate at all, the left hand that can still move took out a thin tube from his arms, held it in front of his head, bit down the letter rope with his teeth, only to hear a loud noise, brilliant fireworks blooming in the air, bright and gorgeous, for a long time, a radius of kilometers should be able to see.

The coachman looked up, his face solemn, and there was no joy in defeating the enemy. I know that this is a signal, and I am afraid that something will happen. Immediately stabbed the assassin in front of him in the heart, leaving no living mouth, and extorting confessions by torture, knowing that this kind of die-hard elements had the will to die, and would not confide a word, and it would be a disaster to stay, so it was better to kill a hundred.

The Assassin stood there with a wry smile, watching as his gun stabbed into his heart. The good swimmer drowns the good rider, and the murderer dies, this is the fate of people like him. But he didn't want to run away anymore, at least he didn't look like a defeated dog in the wilderness before he died.

This is his self-esteem, the last pride and persistence of a strong man before he dies.

A blood-red flower bloomed on his chest, and the Assassin fell to the ground like a stake, lifeless. Seeing this, the coachman couldn't help but sigh a little, such a master, cold in winter and summer heat, endured silently, boiled his muscles and bones, honed his martial arts, experienced many battles, and left many scars on his body, so that he had his current skills. Now he is dead in this kind of wilderness, with no name, and there is no one to collect the body, which is inferior to ordinary people, what is this life for?

Thinking like this, I can't help but wonder in my heart: When I die, will there be someone to mourn and mourn, will there be someone to accompany me on the deathbed, and will there be a small place to sleep for myself?

Sighing and sighing, he quickly collected his mood and hurried towards the carriage, picking up the soft sword and long knife along the way, and the pen gun was tied behind him. When they arrived, the scene was bloody, and the ground was littered with dead bodies. Only six of the sixteen guards remained, all wounded, and they were struggling to support themselves around the carriage against attacks from all sides. As for the assassins, there were only a dozen or so left, and their eyes were red, and they surrounded the guards and attacked fiercely. The carriage was made of some kind of wood, and there were marks of swords and stabs on it, but it was only a faint scratch, and it looked hard and firm, and the windows and doors were locked inward, like a well-built castle, against all attacks. The Assassins tried to attack the carriage, but were unable to exert all their strength under the entanglement of the guards, and were unable to enter the carriage for a while.

The arrival of the coachman boosted the morale of the guards, but the Assassins were shocked and uneasy, especially when they saw the pen gun on the coachman's back, knowing that the leader of the army was afraid of bad luck, otherwise he would never let his weapon fall into the hands of the enemy.

But instead of fleeing in fear, the Assassins became more hysterical, and some of them even turned and pounced on the carriage despite the swords slashed at them by the guards, trying to break through the carriage and rush into the carriage, but how easy was it to rush into it?

The coachman roared and rushed into the midst of the assassins, holding a sword in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, he could even fight left and right, wielding both weapons! Like a humanoid killing storm, the surrounding assassins were involved, only the sound of the sword slashing into the flesh, the suppressed screams and wails, and the dull sound of the corpse falling to the ground, it didn't take long for him to stop, and there was no living mouth around!

These assassins have good martial arts, and they can be said to be one in a hundred elites. But when you meet a master like the coachman, who is proficient in knives, swords, guns, and bare hands, it is still not enough. In addition, there are many injuries when I fight with those guards, and I am unable to move. The coachman fought the Assassins like a fox into a chicken coop and a flock of sheep, and it didn't take long for them to be slaughtered, and finally the carriage was kept safe and sound.

But before everyone could relax their minds, they heard the loud sound of horses' hooves in the rain, and when they looked away, a group of knights rushed towards the carriage like a whirlwind!