A sword that is wider than an arm.

A half-body shield engraved with a ghostly face.

A big black man as strong as a mad tiger.

As soon as the black tiger appeared, Zhao Zhong was divided into two sections, and blood spattered on the couch.

By the time everyone reacted, the huge black shadow had already crashed into the battle circle of the two of them, and with just a wave of the shield, the wheel and axe were separated like a feather!

"Bang!!"

The huge roar shook the hall, and the ears of the people were numb.

Zhao Heihu was shaken away by the huge force and took half a step back, while Ji Ling's side was pushed back and flew out three steps before he could stabilize his body.

This sudden rescue made the atmosphere in the entire hall change sharply.

Zhang Rang's frowning brows stretched, although he was still serious, he had already begun to think about the later things.

Liu Wei pulled the tearful Guo Sheng aside, and when he looked at the black tiger, his face was full of admiration.

As for Zhao Zhong, the upper half of his body only climbed two steps, and when he saw someone protecting He Jin, he didn't catch his breath and died.

If you say the most surprising, it will belong to He Jin.

For a moment just now, he was really annoyed that he had overestimated the heroes of the world.

He didn't know exactly what the emperor's arrangements were.

But at that moment, he knew that he was the only person in the hall who could protect his nephew.

He even had the intention of dying, just trying to drag a few Assassins here.

Drag until the ambush is launched, drag until the emperor escapes, even if he dies here, it is worth it to be buried with these rebellious ministers and thieves!

But the sudden appearance of the black tiger made him feel like a savior.

"Black Tiger, quickly escort Your Majesty away, I'll break the queen!"

Hearing this, Zhao Heihu stared solemnly at Ji Ling and several other assassins, and his face twisted slightly, but he was only entangled for a moment, then slowly shook his head and took a step forward firmly.

He Jin was stunned for a moment, and Liu Bian's clear and clear voice sounded behind him:

"Don't worry, the general, come and rest for a while. It's still long tonight, and I have to rely on the general more in the future. ”

When the words fell, he looked at the door of the temple, and his tone turned cold.

"Black Tiger, don't leave a single one!"

At the sound of an order, Zhao Heihu roared, and the big shield in his hand was closed.

In a moment, the person has turned into a black wind and rushed into the enemy group!

……

"Six!"

The black tiger roared.

In his opinion, Ji Ling was only stronger, not much different from the other five.

A big axe, two knives, and three spears, a typical siege team.

Although the black tiger had never seen this battle, he felt very familiar.

With just one glance, it is clear where the opponent's next steps and weaknesses are. It's as if such an assassin has not slaughtered a hundred but eighty!

Attack the enemy's strongest place, attack the enemy's place that will be saved, such as destroying the withered and decaying!

The big shield in front of his chest opened three spears, and with a wave of his arm, he smashed away the big axe that Ji Ling had angrily chopped, knocking him back two more steps.

Taking advantage of this vacancy, the sword in his right hand slashed from top to bottom, and the knife player Xiao Dun, who wanted to come up to wrap the clip, was cut in two, and the whole arm and half of the shoulder and the single knife in his hand clanged to the ground, and the half of the spear tip of the spearman behind him was spared.

"Five!"

The black tiger's voice was dull, but it was like a big drum that woke up the five people opposite.

Half of the entire formation was abandoned before it could be used, and he was still ridiculed like this, and Ji Ling's eyes were split.

The most hateful, the brawn strength that he was proud of actually lost to the unknown rough man in front of him!

"Ahh

Ji Ling gritted his teeth and roared, the big axe in his hand was changed to holding it with both hands, his arms were green and tendonous, and he used all his strength to pounce on Zhao Heihu.

The assassin behind him was worthy of the dead soldiers he had cultivated for many years, and he did not hesitate for half a minute because of the death of his companion, but rushed forward again and launched a second siege.

The black tiger snorted coldly, ignoring the right hand side that had already opened the gap, the big shield in his left hand resisted the spear and slashed alone, and he swung his giant sword to meet the giant axe that was chopped off his head.

His horse sword is different from the sword on He Jin's waist, the weight is three points heavier than the big axe in Ji Ling's hand, and it dances and slaps directly on the axe!

"Bang-"

With a heavy roar, Ji Ling took two more steps back, and a trace of blood broke out from the root of his clenched teeth.

"Four!"

The black tiger did not retreat, but advanced, and the shield opened two spears and slapped them directly on the head of the assassin who had no time to retreat.

Yellow, white, and red sprayed out, dyeing the entire pillar into a splash of ink painting.

"Poof—"

The spearman on the right panicked and forgot that the spearhead was broken, and it was too late to come back to his senses. The severed head did not enter the flesh, but only grazed the waist, bringing up a trace of flesh and blood.

The black tiger didn't hum, his movements did not pause at all, and with a wave of the sword in his hand, the head fell to the ground.

"Three!"

By this time, the Assassin team had calmed down.

The monster in front of them was not something they could deal with at all, and the training in the past was even more like child's play under the terrifying power of the other party.

The two spearmen had only been shielded twice by each other, and now their arms were shaking, and they could not hold their weapons steadily.

Ji Ling was also chilled, knowing that it was impossible to kill He Jin.

What's even more terrifying is that there are such capable people in the world who are hidden in the shadows, and they haven't heard of it at all!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the indifferent young man on the royal couch......

"Let's get the name together!"

Ji Ling no longer ignored the previous idea that "assassins leave no traces", and his mouth was full of breath, and the big axe in his hand smashed down head-on again.

"When—"

Withdraw!

"Two."

"Who the hell are you?"

"Boom—"

Retreat!

"One."

was continuously shocked back, killing two people one after another, and now Ji Ling no longer has the slightest will to fight.

Death is death, but if your body falls here......

And if he dies at the hands of nobodies, the dream of his own generation of famous generals ......

Thinking of this, Ji Ling took a step back, pointed at the black tiger and shouted:

"People who have no name and no surname dare to leave a ......"

But the black tiger ignored him, raised his shield and was about to rush forward, and said in a low voice:

"No name and no surname, I can kill you!"

Ji Ling's heart was shocked, but he suddenly turned ruthless. He gritted his teeth again, and slammed his round arm and threw the big axe in his hand, aiming directly at the throne!

This time, there is enough power to throw waves!

If you are hit, you will not be lucky!

Zhao Heihu has no choice, and he will not make a choice at all.

The moment he saw the opponent's posture, he had already abandoned the sword in his hand.

The shield was set up with both arms, and at the same time as the big axe roared out, it cut the angle and met it.

"Bang dangdang—"

A series of loud noises rushed out of the temple, piercing the night sky and swinging far away.

"Nameless, sooner or later take your head!"

Here, Ji Ling threw out the axe, left a cruel word and turned around and fled, and coughed up a mouthful of blood when he rushed out of the temple gate.

But he didn't dare to stop for a moment, forced a breath, knocked over the two small yellow doors that came up, snatched their weapons and escaped into the night.

……

Zhao Heihu scratched his head in annoyance, turned around and hugged his fist at Liu Wei.

"Your Majesty, ran one."

When Liu Wei saw him like that, he was amused in his heart and didn't get entangled.

"It's okay, just run, and cut it next time we meet."

After speaking, he asked as if he suddenly remembered something: "Black Tiger, do you want me to choose a name for you?" ”

Zhao Heihu scratched his head, looked puzzled, and said angrily:

"Since I was a child, my father and brothers have all called me Heihu, so I'll still be called Zhao Heihu."

"Hahaha." Liu Wei raised his head and laughed, jumped down from the couch, and slapped the black tiger's broad arm violently.

"Okay, it, it's called Black Tiger!"

He lifted the sword up and slipped it into his hand, looking out of the temple door.

"Let's go."

"Fire, it's time to get up!"

After speaking, he walked to the temple gate first.

Behind him, Zhang Rang He Jin looked at the two backs, one big and one small, with a solemn face, and walked up to follow.

The pace has never been more resolute.

Like following the future of the Han Dynasty, moving forward.