On the field, the dark cultivators and the assassins fought together, you came and went, swords and swords, and the people who admired the lanterns nearby were frightened and scattered.

They were fighting in the field, and the more than 20 big men who pushed the lanterns pulled out their weapons from the lanterns, and the aura of the people exuded from the upper and lower bodies, and the spirit armor and the spirit of the soldiers were completed at the same time, and then shouted and killed the secret cultivators.

As they joined the fray, the evenly matched situation on the field was immediately shattered.

The young man in green grinned secretly, pulled the arm of the young man in white, and said urgently: "Your Highness, the assassin is coming, we have to leave quickly!" After speaking, without waiting for the young man in white to answer, he grabbed his arm, turned around and ran.

The streets were full of assassins, there were fights everywhere, and the young man in Tsing Yi didn't dare to drag the young man in white to run down the street, seeing that there was a small alley not far from him, he didn't think about it, and immediately pulled the young man in white and ran in.

He looked behind him as he ran, and when he saw that no one was catching up, his heart fell slightly when he mentioned his throat. He didn't dare to stop, and pulled the young man in white to rush forward with all his strength.

In order to get rid of the pursuit of the assassins, he drilled into the alley when he saw it, and ran to which side it was dark.

After running for about a meal, even he himself ran dizzy.

Now that he couldn't hear the sound of the fight behind him, he felt that he had run far enough, so he gradually slowed down and pulled the young man in white to sit down in the middle of the unknown alley.

He snorted and gasped, first looked back, but did not see the assassin who was chasing him, he looked at the young man in white with concern, and asked cautiously, "Your Highness, are you...... You're not hurt, are you?"

The young man in white was also covered with sweat, his face was sinking like water, and he didn't say a word, but the light from his eyes was even sharper.

The young man in Tsing Yi shook his body and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, after returning home, I will definitely investigate these assassins strictly, and I must find out who is behind the scenes, and see who is so bold and bold that he dares to assassinate His Highness!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all of a sudden, pieces of yellow paper fell from the air like snowflakes.

"Paper?...... Where did you get these papers?" The young man in Tsing Yi subconsciously stood up and raised his eyes to look into the air, but before he could understand what was going on, a piece of yellow paper fluttered and just fell on his face.

He grabbed it down, looked down, and saw a line of big characters written on the yellow paper:

The wind thief has no way, rebels against the sky, slaughters my people, abolish my ancestral temple, and now I punish the thief, kill him famously, all the kings of the world, rise up, Kuang Fu Sheji, to establish a virtuous name.

"Ahh

"After the Tang thief, everyone will be punished!" With a shout, several spiritual cultivators jumped down from the rooftops on both sides of the alley, all of them were wearing spirit armor, and the weapons in their hands were different, including swords and swords, hammers and spears.

It's an assassin!" The young man in Tsing Yi gasped, and subconsciously retreated one after another, retreating in front of the young man in white, blocking him behind him.

"Traitors, great rebellion......"

Before he finished speaking, a sword-wielding cultivator raised his head and laughed, and after a while, he shook his head and said, "The Tang thief usurped my Haotian country, and the ministers and thieves under his command actually scolded us as traitors, this is simply the biggest joke in the world!"

"You are presumptuous!" the young man shouted with a pale face.

"Hmph!" The sword-wielding spirit cultivator sneered and said, "We only kill the heirs of the Tang thief, it has nothing to do with you, if you still want to live, just obediently step aside!" As he spoke, he walked over with his sword.

The young man in Tsing Yi looked behind him and whispered, "Your Highness, run!" As he spoke, he drew his saber from his side. The literati's saber was only used for decoration, but at this time, the situation was critical, and he could only fight to the death.

He flashed his sword, roared, and slashed his sword at the approaching cultivator. He ran up to the other man and slashed at the head with his sword.

The cultivator stood still and didn't move, and there was a crisp sound in his ear chakra, and his sword slashed a spark on the cultivator's head, but he didn't do anything, he himself was shocked to the point that his mouth was broken, his arms were sore, and he involuntarily took a step backwards.

"Ahh

The young man in Tsing Yi let out a roar, and pulled out a sword again, and the cultivator on the opposite side waved his arm outwards lightly, and when he was long, the saber was bounced away by his arm, and his fist fell downward, smashing on the top of the young man in Tsing Yi.

Boom!

With just this punch, the young man in Tsing Yi couldn't do it, two lines of blood flowed down from the top of his head, his eyes were white, his body fell straight backwards, lying on the ground, he didn't move, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Simply put down the young man in Tsing Yi neatly, and all the cultivators present walked towards the young man in white in unison.

The young man in white leaned against the wall and sat on the ground, motionless the whole time. Soon, all the spiritual cultivators formed a fan-shaped semi-encirclement in front of him, and the people widened their eyes and slowly lifted the spirit soldiers in their hands.

At this time, the young man in white stiffened his waist and eyes, and stood up from the ground in a hurry.

His sudden move caused the cultivators present to involuntarily take a step back.

As the so-called name of the person, the shadow of the tree, the one standing in front of them is the first heir to the royal family of the Wind Country, if nothing else, he is the future emperor of the Wind Country, even if he knows that he has not cultivated spiritual martial arts, no one in the world dares to underestimate him.

The young man in white looked around at the cultivators present, his face was completely fearless, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a sneer.

It seems that in his eyes, the person standing opposite is not a person at all, but a group of stinky fish and shrimp, and he doesn't seem to be the one who is forced to the edge of the ghost gate, but more like a god looking down on all beings.

Unhurriedly, he unsheathed the saber from his side and stabbed it hard into the ground. With a muffled thud, the tail of the scabbard plunged deep into the dirt. The cultivators who were standing around him also involuntarily took a step back again.

The young man in white raised his hand and pulled off the white scarf on the top of his head, and his black hair like a waterfall was scattered from the top of her head, and the night wind blew, and the hair flew and fluttered in the air.

She grasped the hilt of her sword with one hand and pulled it outwards with all her might. Sand, the long sword was unsheathed, and a cold light appeared in the air.

She took a step forward with her sword, her eyes like lightning scanned left and right, and shouted loudly: "Tang Ling, the eldest princess of the Great Wind, is here, if you want to take the head of the palace, just come!"

She was obviously just a weak woman who was less than twenty years old and had never cultivated spiritual martial arts, but the momentum she exuded from her body shocked everyone present.

The cultivators looked at each other, facing the eldest princess and the crown princess of the Wind Country who had no offensive power, and no one dared to take a step forward for a while.

"Thief girl, I'll take your head!" In the end, it was the sword-wielding spirit cultivator who broke off and rushed towards Tang Ling with his sword.

His speed was so fast that Tang Ling couldn't see his figure clearly, and he could only feel a biting wind blowing towards his neck.

The corners of her mouth were raised higher, and she was indeed smiling at this point. On weekdays, what she looks down on the most is a traitor, but as a result, she wants to die at the hands of a traitor, isn't this ridiculous?

Just when she felt that the other party's sword was almost touching her neck, her waist suddenly tightened, and before she could figure out what was going on, her figure had already flown out sideways.

Sand!

The spirit sword cut a long crack on the wall, and when he looked at Tang Ling again, he was gone. The cultivator who drew his sword was taken aback, and at the same time, he also listened to the inhalation of his companions behind him. He subconsciously turned his head to look to the side, only to see that Tang Ling, who was originally standing against the wall, had actually run to a place three meters away from his side, and there was one more person beside her, a spiritual cultivator holding a spirit knife, the lines of the spirit armor on his body were strange and unfamiliar, it was certain that he was definitely not from his side.

What a speed! The sword-wielding cultivator exclaimed in his heart. He didn't see clearly how this spirit cultivator ran to Tang Ling's side and how he took her away, he just felt that as soon as there was a flower in front of him, Tang Ling standing in front of him disappeared out of thin air, and the sword he was bound to win was only slashed at the wall.

"Who are you?" asked, "The sword-wielding cultivator asked, turning to face the other person and gritting his teeth.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that a group of spiritual cultivators like you join forces to bully a weak woman who has never practiced spiritual martial arts, it will inevitably be too embarrassing for a spiritual cultivator!"

The reason why he never showed up was just waiting, waiting to find out the identity of the young man in white. When the young man in white ripped off the scarf, revealing his daughter's body, and claiming to be the eldest princess Tang Ling, Shangguan Xiu, who was hiding in the dark, was also surprised.

No wonder he mistook her for the second prince when he first met her, it turned out that she was the sister of the second prince and the first mother, the imperial daughter of the Wind Country, Tang Ling.

For a moment, Shangguan Xiu really wanted to turn around and leave, as if he hadn't seen anything.

If Tang Ling is assassinated and dies, then the future throne of the Wind Country will inevitably fall to King Yu, and his own soaring prosperity is just around the corner.

However, when Tang Ling faced a group of assassins, but his face was fearless, and he also showed his domineering momentum, Shangguan Xiu suddenly had an illusion, as if what he saw was not Tang Ling, but more like the reappearance of the Holy Ancestor Emperor Tang Yin.

The kind of momentum that even though there are tens of millions of people, the kind of courage that wants to draw a sword and fight even if you know that you are invincible, is heartbreaking. This is the royal family of Gale!

Witnessing this scene, Shangguan Xiu's feet seemed to have roots, and the urge to turn around and leave was forcefully suppressed by him.

When the assassin was about to cut Tang Ling's neck, he used the Instant Wind to flash in front of Tang Ling and take her three meters away.