The masked dead man slowly approached. Twelve Lang glanced back, and Liu Xun looked calm on the horse, as if this was just a hunt.

Although Twelve Lang admired the emperor's bearing, he was still apprehensive and felt that his responsibility was too great. He used to wonder that these people were so bold that they dared to collide with the emperor, but now he understands that these people have been prepared for a long time, and they are here to assassinate the emperor. He participated in the operation commanded by Shi Gao a few days ago, and wiped out the dead soldiers hidden in the Chiyang guest house in one fell swoop, so he naturally understood that Huo Mansion had bad intentions, but he didn't expect Huo Mansion to recruit dead soldiers to blatant offences.

"Kill the king." He shook his head slightly. As far as the eye could see, the masked dead men had already surrounded them with swords in hand, thinking that they couldn't let these people get too close, otherwise the emperor would be in danger, so he shouted, "Kill." He pounced like a beast, and the Yulin guards attacked together when they heard the sound.

The masked dead man obviously didn't expect the Yulin guards to take the initiative to attack, and before he had time to react, he was cut down by the Yulin guards, and the rest of the people hurriedly retreated, and Huo Yun was so frightened that he ran back a few steps.

Twelve Lang did not dare to catch up, and beckoned the soldiers to stand by.

The masked dead man was in a little confusion for a while, and immediately surrounded him in groups of three or five. Seeing this, the Yulin guards worked in pairs and fought the dead back to back.

In the faint sunlight of early winter, a group of people fought together. The crisp sound of metal clashing, the rustle of feet on the grass, the breaking of dead branches, and the whirring of breath all stirred up the otherwise lonely wilderness.

The Yulin Army specializes in protecting the emperor, and is extremely loyal to the emperor, and there are masters who teach martial arts formations on weekdays, and everyone has real skills. Although the number of people is not as large as that of the masked dead, they will not fall behind in the fight. Screams rang out from time to time in the formations of the two armies, and more than a dozen masked dead soldiers were already lying on the ground, and three or four people were also lost on the side of the Yulin guards.

Huo Yun looked anxious, applauded for a while, and couldn't help but stomp his feet and curse for a while. Seeing that they had been fighting for a long time, no one could approach the emperor.

He couldn't help but be angry, and a wave of resentment welled up in his heart, and he was about to step forward with his sword. Fan Mingyou was taken aback when he saw this, and quickly turned over and dismounted, caught up with him and dragged him in two steps.

Huo Yun pointed to the front and said angrily: "A few people can't beat one, why am I raising these people." ”

Fan Mingyou said: "The Yulin guards are not idle. ”

Huo Yun said: "If we continue to fight like this, let alone assassinate the emperor, it is difficult to say whether we have lives or not." ”

Fan Mingyou sighed: "There are still too few people. ”

Huo Yun chuckled in his heart when he heard this, raised his face, and stared intently at the dozen or so masked knights behind Fan Mingyou.

His mind seemed to be spinning quickly, and after thinking for a while, a smug smile appeared on his face, attached to Fan Mingyou's ear, and said softly: "The two armies are facing each other, and they are exhausted at this time. I rushed over with these dozen knights, those Yulin guards had no time to take care of it, and Liu Ying already had only three cavalry around him, and there were many of us, so we could win in one fell swoop. ”

After that, without waiting for Fan Mingyou to react, he turned over and got on his horse, raised his sword in his right hand, his face flushed with excitement, and turned back to greet the masked knight: "Come here, ready to rush over with me." ”

Twelve Lang did not join the battle group, but stood aside to supervise the formation. He had long seen that Huo Yun, who was masked with black cloth, was the mastermind of these people, so he had been paying close attention to Huo Yun's actions, and when he saw that the dozen or so masked knights were about to move, he immediately guessed Huo Yun's intentions, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly turned around and ran towards Liu Xun, shouting: "Escort, escort." ”

Huo Yun saw Twelve Lang running towards Liu Xun from a distance, and sneered in his heart, "Even if you are smart, what's the use", so he called out to the knight to prepare to attack. He felt that his raid tactics could reverse the stalemate in one fell swoop, once the emperor was killed, then the Han family would be the world of the Huo family.

Many reveries suddenly appeared in his mind, for a while there was a scene of Huo Yu ascending the main hall of Weiyang Palace, and for a while, there was a high-spirited appearance of Huo's children in the court, so he became more and more excited, and forgot to give the order to attack.

The masked rider looked at Huo Yun at this time, waiting for him to give the order. Without the command of the sovereign, they did not dare to attack rashly.

Huo Yun was excited and nervous, a little out of breath, so he calmed down a little, and then realized how these knights were like wood and didn't move. He was about to shout, when he suddenly felt a strong wind coming from the back of his head, and before he could turn back, he heard a loud bang, and his head seemed to explode, and his eyes were dark, and he was unconscious.

Fan Mingyou stood beside Huo Yun, looking at the guards besieging Liu Xun by the masked dead soldiers, and his heart was also mixed, and he heard Huo Yun say that he would lead the cavalry to raid Liu Xun, and knew that this was a killing move. "Liu Xun only has a few guards around him, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to resist the surprise attack of the masked knights." He sighed to himself, couldn't bear to see the final ending, and quietly took two steps back.

At this moment, suddenly a black crockpot flew past his ear, and at the moment when he was stunned, the crockpot had already smashed firmly on the back of Huo Yun's head.

Fan Minh You looked at the strange scene in front of him in astonishment. Huo Yun was smashed by the crockpot and first threw himself forward, and the frightened mount jumped up on its front legs, and his body immediately fell backwards, and he fell from the horse's back to the ground. And at the moment when he disappeared, there were countless copper coins dancing in the air, reflecting the yellow light of the stars.

The soldiers on both sides were also stunned by the sudden change, and involuntarily stopped fighting, and looked at Huo Yun together.

Huo Yun was lying on the ground, the back of his head was covered with blood, and he seemed to be silent, and his surroundings were full of scattered copper coins.

Besides, after Twelve Lang sensed Huo Yun's intentions, he pulled his legs and ran towards Liu Xun, quickly turned over his horse, and beckoned a few Yulin cavalry to block in front of the emperor.

He was nervous, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly. Thinking that there was no way out, he was heartbroken, and ordered a cavalryman to guard the emperor closely, beckoning the other two to go up a few steps and meet the enemy with him. But after waiting for a while, the masked rider did not rush over. was confused, only to hear a crisp sound, followed by a scream.

Twelve Lang had been staring at Huo Yun vigilantly just now, and the corner of his eye was constantly scanning the surroundings, feeling as if a clay pot flew out of the bushes and smashed on Huo Yun's head. This scene is too weird, and he is also inexplicable, who threw this crockpot, how can there be a copper coin.

"What the hell is going on?" He subconsciously turned around and glanced at Liu Xun.

Liu Xun's expression was calm, silently watching what happened in front of him. The young emperor was not forced to be calm. He has lived in a difficult environment since he was a child, and after becoming the emperor, he was in the shadow of Huo Guang, so he looked at life and death, honor and disgrace very lightly, and felt that he had a destiny.

In the face of the siege of the masked dead, he was calm and calm, inadvertently exuding an imperial demeanor, which inspired the fighting spirit of the guards.

Twelve Lang looked at Liu Xun, his heart was inexplicably calm, he arched his hand, smiled slightly, turned around, raised his eyes, and saw a person jumping out of the bushes in the distance, rushing towards here.

Twelve Lang suddenly froze, and immediately shouted, "Escort." As soon as the words fell, the man had already rushed over, and the Yulin guards quickly blocked the front, but the man stopped.

"It's a few." Twelve Lang recognized the man and couldn't help but scream.