There was no way to go on like this, and the assassin duo was secretly anxious. The two brothers glanced at each other www.biquge.info the swordsman glanced at the carriage with his eyes, blinked, and the swordsman nodded knowingly.

There is no need for words at all, and the tacit understanding of the heart-to-heart dialogue allows them to understand what both parties are thinking with just one look.

The swordsman roared, like a mad tiger, and slashed several times, and the knife did not leave the guard's throat, heart, and other vital points. The action is huge, the knife is extremely fierce, it seems that he completely ignores the flaws exposed by his body, and the knife is completely out of the previous rules, just blindly seeking speed and fierceness, as if in an instant from a well-organized master to a drunk reckless man.

The guard responded calmly, the sword flashed, and easily defused the swordsman's fierce attack one by one, just to deal with such a fast knife, his move was also a little faster, and he was slightly distracted. He didn't take advantage of the flaws exposed by the other party to attack, but guarded against the swordsman standing on the other side.

The swordsman's sword had been inserted back into the scabbard at some point, holding the scabbard in his left hand, holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, stepping forward with his right leg, squatting slightly, and taking a lunge and assuming a posture of drawing his sword. Just like a poisonous snake that is about to hunt, it will not start, patiently waiting for the opportunity, if you don't make a move, it will be a shock, and it will be extremely fast!

The guard could feel that the swordsman's qi had completely locked on him, and at this time he felt like a prey surrounded by wolves, always in danger, and only three points of his attention was on dealing with the swordsman, but seven points of his attention was on the swordsman who had not yet drawn his sword. In this way, the move was a bit restrictive, and it was gradually suppressed by the unreasonable and chaotic attack of the swordsman.

Just looking at his strict and comfortable sword, a knife danced like flowers, and the silver light was swirling, and I knew that although he was temporarily suppressed, it was still early to lose.

The swordsman's eyes narrowed slightly, and he decided not to wait. He only heard a sword groan, and he drew his sword and stabbed it straight away, as fast as a meteor! His body was as agile as a swallow, and he jumped to the side of the carriage with only one breath, and looked at the direction of his sword, it was not the guard, but the carriage! With his speed and strength, even if the carriage was cast in copper and iron, and made of stainless steel, he must poke a hole in it, not to mention that the carriage seemed to be only made of wood. If you are hit, the person sitting inside will not be spared.

When he first heard the sound of the sword being drawn from its sheath, the guard breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the swordsman who drew the sword was easier to deal with than when he was ready to fire. He stepped back on one leg and put on a sideways defensive stance. It's just that when he saw that the swordsman's target turned out to be a carriage, he knew that he had been deceived, and under the anger, his hair pointed upward, his eyes were torn, and he couldn't think about it anymore, so he flew to save it.

However, when he rushed to the side of the carriage, he saw that the swordsman's sword style suddenly changed, pointing not at the carriage, but at his chest, and the speed was even faster. Fang knew that he had completely fallen into the trap, the swordsman's goal had always been himself, and it had never changed, in order to lure himself into the urn, he didn't use all his strength just now.

I heard the sound of breaking the air behind me, and I knew that the swordsman behind him was following closely behind, drawing his sword and slashing at him. Under the attack from front to back, he will definitely put himself to death. And his old power has come out, the new power has not been born, his body has moved, and it is difficult to dodge.

The blood of the guard, who knew that he would not be spared, was completely stimulated: If you want me to die, I will never let you feel better, even before I die, I must bite you. Regardless of it, he raised his left hand and headed for the attacking sword. Blood splashed, and a large hole was suddenly pierced in the palm of his hand, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the guards clenched their fists even more, allowing their hand bones to jam the sword body. The sword rubbed against the bones with a teeth-tingling creak. The sword style was stubbornly blocked, and it was slowed down.

In such a severe pain, the guard's face did not change, and the sword in his right hand was level with the sword that stabbed him, and it was also pointed directly at the swordsman's chest. The swordsman's face changed drastically, and he wanted to dodge, but he had no choice but to strike with all his strength, and at this time the move was old, and it was difficult to change it.

Originally, the swordsman had already taken the lead with his sword, and even if the guards reacted, it would be too late anyway. When the guard raised his sword, the swordsman's sword stabbed him in the heart, killing him instantly. But the guard was ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to himself, and he actually used his own palm to slow down the swordsman's sword.

So the two hugged each other like friends who had not seen each other for many days, and then fell to the ground at the same time, one with a sword in his chest and the other with a knife in his chest, and they were all dead. Until the time of death, the two sides were still holding their swords, and their round eyes seemed to be fighting to the death again in the underworld.

"No!", the swordsman who followed behind him let out a terrible wail, and the death of his brother made him grief-stricken, and he immediately took a knife and slashed the corpse of the guard more than a dozen times to vent the grief and anger in his heart. It was cut to tatters and unrecognizable before it stopped. It's just that he went crazy, but he wasted a great opportunity, the guard was dead, and the carriage exposed in front of the swordsman was like a budding girl, at your disposal. But he was blinded by grief and indignation, and missed this good opportunity, and the guards around him reacted and hurried over to fill the vacancy, but after all, there was one less person, and the originally impregnable defense finally showed a flaw.

While the fighting was raging around the carriage, the driver was deserted, except for a man in a taupe raincoat standing in front of him, apparently also an assassin.

The Assassin was not busy attacking, and seemed to be in good spirits. Standing there, his body was as tall as a mountain, and there were roots under his feet. Although the face is hidden in the hood and cannot be seen clearly, the posture of standing with his hands in his hands has a grace of his own. The surrounding Assassins were far away from the area, indicating that he had a high prestige among the Assassins, and that the Assassins trusted him.

The coachman scratched his head, his face full of doubts: "To be honest, how did a person like you, who is a master at first glance, find me as a coachman?"

"Don't pretend. The Assassin chuckled, "We have reliable information, and you are her steward." With the dignity of her identity, how can the housekeeper be an ordinary person, just in case, it is still up to me to take action, naturally it is foolproof. ”

"What if you're wrong? Not a waste of time?"

"It's okay, all of you are going to die anyway, it's just a matter of time. There is a strong sense of confidence in the indifferent words.

The coachman sighed, "It may be a little late to say it now, but I would like to remind you that you know what you are doing, and what a noble person you have been assassinated!

The assassin snorted, and replied with contempt. He reached down and removed the strip of weapon that was behind his back and unwrapped the strip of cloth.

Unlike the other Assassins, he wielded a spear. It was more than two meters long, a cut short of a regular military spear, and its silver-white body shone with lightning flashes. The head of the spear is different from the usual, it is elongated in the shape of a drop, and a small iron disc is placed a few inches below the blade, and there are blades around it, so that the enemy cannot catch it. There is no gun, it is a pen gun.