When the rain of arrows struck through the sky, He Wuxian and the three of them had already noticed it and immediately dodged. ()

Mu Qingyuan is a strong martial artist, although he is only a second-level martial artist, he can also release yuan power and form a shield on the surface of his body.

Suddenly attacked, Mu Qingyuan subconsciously urged Yuan Li to form a shield, and took a step forward to block Princess Zichen behind him.

His speed was fast, but He Wuxian's speed was faster than him.

He Wuxian hugged Princess Zichen with one hand, held her in his arms, and brandished the blood-drinking knife with the other, swaying countless knife lights.

Sharp arrows came in, enveloping the three of them, and dozens of sharp arrows hit Mu Qingyuan.

When the arrows were shot in front of them, everyone saw that these arrows were not ordinary arrows, but armor-piercing arrows made of fine iron!

Each armor-piercing arrow is about two feet long, black throughout, made of fine iron, weighs a pound, and the arrow is very sharp.

This kind of armor-piercing arrow requires a long bow and a hard string to shoot, and it is extremely powerful, and it can penetrate half an inch thick iron armor within a hundred steps.

However, these arrows shot at Mu Qingyuan's body, and they were all blocked by the Yuan Force shield.

The sharp arrow shot at his shield, and the Yuan Li Guanghua trembled on the shield, but it didn't hurt him in the slightest.

However, the huge impact of the armor-piercing arrow still made him take two steps back.

While blocking the attack of the rain of arrows, Mu Qingyuan couldn't help but think worriedly, he had a Yuan Force shield to block the sharp arrows, how could he resist without hatred?

Although He Wu's hatred is infinite, his martial arts skills are exquisite, and with the strength of an eighth-level warrior, he is not weaker than Mu Qingyuan, a martial artist.

But after all, he is just a warrior, and the Yuan Force in his body cannot be released or condensed into a Yuan Force shield, so how can he resist the attack of sharp arrows?

What's more, the speed of the sharp arrow was too fast, and in such a short time, He Wuxian didn't have time to put on the Xuan Armor at all.

At that moment, Mu Qingyuan couldn't help but look back at He Wuxian, but saw a shocking and unforgettable scene for him.

He Wuxian held Mu Zichen in his arms, bent his waist, holding the blood-drinking knife in his right hand, swinging it extremely fast, and dancing a brilliant sword light in front of him.

He didn't use the moves in the six styles of the proud blood, but used the moves in the basic sword technique, the simplest and most simple moves.

Sweeping, oblique, vertical chopping.

It's such a simple three moves, and they were used by He Wuxian, but the action was extremely fast, which was dazzling.

Because the speed of the knife was too fast, the blade slashed through the night and gave birth to an afterimage, and countless sharp arrows slammed into the shadow of the knife, but all of them were reduced to pieces.

There were also many sharp arrows that were bounced off by the blood-drinking knife, and flew out and hit the blue brick wall and stone slab ground, shattering the green bricks and stone slabs, and the ground was full of potholes. Dancing eBook

The clanging sound was incessant, and a moment later, when the shadow of the knife dispersed, the dozens of sharp arrows that had been shot were all turned into slag and fell to the ground.

Mu Qingyuan looked fascinated, his eyes were wide-eyed, and his face was full of shocked and incredible expressions.

He really couldn't imagine how he could practice his sword technique to such a terrifying speed with the strength realm of an eighth-level warrior without hatred?

The most basic and simplest knife technique, just three moves, but in He Wuxian's hands, it became impermeable, and dozens of sharp arrows were shot, but they couldn't penetrate it.

How fast does this take? What a perverted reflex?

Mu Qingyuan was shocked, he was an eye-opener tonight.

In fact, he also knew that a high-level martial artist powerhouse, such as Mu Qingshan, the Prince of Yue who was a ninth-level martial artist, could also do this.

But He Wuxian was just an eighth-level warrior, and it was simply appalling that he could have such terrifying speed and judgment!

It's a pity that Mu Qingyuan will never know that the simplest six moves of the basic knife technique, He Wuxian has repeatedly practiced 800,000 times.

This is the level and effect that has only been achieved after 800,000 boring exercises!

No martial artist can have such strong patience to practice a set of simple and basic sword techniques over and over 800,000 times!

He Wuxian did it, so he had such an uncanny speed and amazing sword skills.

Mu Qingyuan raised his thumb to He Wuxian to show his praise, and then his wrist flashed with brilliance, and he sacrificed the Xuanbing Sword and put on the Xuanjia.

After swinging his knife and smashing dozens of sharp arrows, why didn't he hate the god and was so relaxed, so lightly.

Mu Zichen had already fought side by side with him in the Tiger Mountain Range, and had already seen his amazing strength and potential, so he was not surprised at this moment.

The rain of arrows stopped, and on the roofs on both sides, a full twelve black-clothed assassins jumped down, and the Xuanbing Sword in their hands lit up with brilliant swords.

"Kill!"

With a cold shout, the twelve assassins, sword in hand, leapt down from the roof of the house and slashed at the three.

Encountering the assassination of a strong enemy, He Wuxian had already opened the ability to scout the map, and at this time, the information of these twelve assassins also appeared in his mind.

When he saw the strength of the assassins, He Wuxian's eyes narrowed slightly, and the hand holding the blood-drinking knife became even harder, and his knuckles were a little white.

Martial arts powerhouse!

There are a whole twelve martial arts powerhouses! And all of them are second-level martial artists!

He Wuxian was very puzzled, who was it that actually sent twelve martial arts powerhouses to attack and kill them at one time?

How much hatred?

I'm afraid, only the hatred of killing my father and taking my wife can make people so angry, and I want to kill them, right?

The twelve assassins, without any extra words, slashed off their heads while holding the Xuanbing Sword, and four of them slashed towards Mu Zichen and Mu Qingyuan.

And the other eight swords, all of which slashed at the top of He Wuxian's head.

"Their target is me!" He Wuxian finally understood that these assassins had come to assassinate him.

Wearing the armor of the war dragon and holding the blood-drinking demon knife in his hand, He Wuxian let out a long roar, stomped his feet on the ground, and shot forward like a sharp arrow.

Eight swords struck, sealing off all his retreats and leaving him with nowhere to hide.

No matter which direction you flee, you will only be hit by the opponent's sword, putting yourself in danger.

Therefore, at the critical moment, He Wuxian chose to charge forward, wielding the blood-drinking knife to use a move to chase the wind and the moon, and slash diagonally towards the two swords.

Obviously, the assassins didn't expect He Wuxian to be so brave and dare to do the opposite, and dare to attack without retreating, so four swords missed.

These four swords were originally intended to attack his left, right, rear, and top of his head respectively to prevent him from dodging and escaping.

Between the calcium carbide flames, the blood-drinking knife and the two swords slammed together.

These two swords were cut off on the head, and they were powerful and heavy, carrying a full 20,000 jin of strength.

But He Wuxian slashed obliquely with a knife, swinging the knife from the bottom to the top, and he had the upper hand in terms of strength.

I could only hear the crisp sound of the "bell", the sword light on the blood-drinking knife shattered, and the sword light on the two swords was also cut off, turning into fragments and splashing everywhere.

With a muffled rumbling sound, the stone slab ground under He Wuxi's feet burst violently, and two pits were crushed by the strong force, and his calves sank into the ground.

His face was slightly pale, his chest rose and fell violently, this time he actually suffered a loss, although he was not injured, but the Yuan Force in his body was shocked and did not run smoothly.

After all, the other party is two strong martial artists, and he is just a samurai, and the difference in strength between the two sides is huge.

At the same time, there were two blazing white sword rays, which also slashed at He Wuxian's body, hitting his battle dragon armor with a bang.

Click!

With the sound of crackling, the two sword rays shattered in response to the sound, turning into fragments and scattering in all directions.

The Battle Dragon Armor really deserved to be a fourth-level Xuan Armor, and it was hit by two sword rays, but it didn't leave a single dent, and it shattered the sword rays.

However, the huge power that came from the sword still bombarded He Wuxi's body solidly.

More than 20,000 catties of force hit him, and immediately beat him like a sandbag, bringing up rubble all over the ground and smashing it into the blue brick wall opposite.

Hearing only a muffled sound of "bang", He Wuxian slammed into the wall, knocking out a big hole in the blue brick wall and falling into the small alley before.

Mu Qingyuan and Mu Zichen were back-to-back, relying on each other, and were resisting the attack of the four assassins.

Seeing that He Wuxian was besieged by eight people, flying out and crashing through the wall, both of them let out a cry of worry, for fear that He Wuxian would die.

After all, eight second-level martial arts powerhouses joined forces, even fourth-level martial arts powerhouses could not escape death, why not hate!

The eight assassins thought the same way, and all of them swung their swords and chased after them like ghosts, vowing to kill He Wuxian under the sword.

As soon as they stepped through the wall and stepped into another alley, they saw a flash of knife light in the flying rubble and bricks.

"Onslaught!"

He Wuxi, who was pale, actually stabbed with a murderous face, not only did he not escape, but he could fight back.

The assassin who rushed the fastest, and when he couldn't stop it, he subconsciously raised his sword and stabbed He Wuxi's chest.

However, the Blood Drinker is longer and faster than his Xuanbing Sword.

Seeing that the tip of his sword was still three inches away from He Wuxian's chest, the blood-drinking knife ruthlessly tore through the Yuanli shield at his neck and stabbed him in the throat.

"Ding! He Wuhate kills the enemy, a second-level martial artist, and gains 4,000 experience points. ”

The dignified second-level martial artist was killed with a knife like this.

Until he died, his eyes were still wide, and he didn't understand how he could die?

However, before the blood-drinking knife could be pulled out of the assassin's neck, two sword lights struck first, stabbing He Wuxi.

The blazing white sword stabbed him in the chest and slammed into the battle dragon's armor.

White light burst out, and the sword shattered into countless fragments, scattering and flying out, blasting the walls into pieces.

He Wuxian, who was stabbed, was also like being hammered, and was directly hit by the powerful and unparalleled impact, and flew upside down five feet away and smashed into a house.

Although the defense of the War Dragon Armor is very strong, the Xuan soldiers below the fourth level cannot pierce the armor and hurt He Wuxian.

However, the powerful impact force could not be avoided, and it still almost dislocated He Wuzhen's internal organs, and a stream of blood gushed out of his mouth.

Like a big rock, he smashed into a cloth shop, knocking down half the walls and falling into a mass of cloth.

The remaining seven Assassins were still in hot pursuit, and with a flicker of their swords, they swept the flying bricks and stones in front of them and rushed into the cloth shop.

Seven dazzling sword rays suddenly pointed at He Wuxian's head, throat, and chest, striking like lightning, with a terrifying speed.

Besieged by seven assassins, the injured He Wuxian's eyes were calm, he had already opened the space of the package and stretched out his hand to the three talismans in the package.

"Do you have to consume an amulet to escape?"