It's an assassin!

This thought suddenly flashed in Qin Ke's mind, and he thought of the many stories that his master had told him, the sharp sword hidden at the end of the map scroll, the fish intestine dagger hidden in the belly of the fish, and the deadly poisonous needle hidden on the strings of the guqin......

And this eunuch had wine on his hands, holding a dagger drawn from a jar, his eyes were sharp, his killing intent was awe-inspiring, and he moved forward with almost everything, as if to turn that scene into reality.

Qin Ke only felt that something in his heart exploded, and a stream of heat rushed straight to his brain, and a voice in his heart was shouting, but his hands and feet were as stiff as ice, and he couldn't react.

Time seemed to slow down, and it was like a picture in front of him, alternating slowly one after the other.

Qin Ke saw a flash of silver light on the dagger heading straight towards Zhuge Wanling's throat, Zhuge Wanling's eyes were calm, and he didn't seem to react from the eunuch's thorn, after all, he was not a cultivator, in such a situation, his reaction power couldn't be so fast.

It only took a little more to move forward, and the silver light would tear through his throat, spurting large balls of blood from it.

"Yes...... Assassin!" Qin Ke finally shouted, he even wondered if he had ever roared so loudly in his life, as if there were ten thousand of him roaring angrily in his body.

And when his strength returned to his limbs, his chest felt like he had been stuffed into a large rock, unable to breathe. His eyes widened, and his mind was in chaos.

He lifted his foot, his whole body was rushing out of his heart frantically, he felt as if his body was being poured with hot lava, and the table in front of an official rolled and flew, whirling in the air, spanning a distance of more than ten steps, and flew fiercely towards the assassin with the dagger in hand.

The assassin turned his head, his brows furrowed, the dagger in his hand drew a silver light on his strong and powerful arm, cutting through the wooden table, his eyes were like a sharp blade, cutting Qin Ke's chest for a while.

Qin Ke's whole body strength had been used in this kick, and his legs were weak, and he was paralyzed.

The assassin bowed his head, and in silence, the dagger stabbed towards Zhuge Wanling again.

He has lost the most important opportunity, will the heavens favor him?

Even if he didn't let out a loud roar, everyone had already noticed the eunuch's violent movements, if they didn't have time to react before, but now Qin Ke's kick delayed the assassin's one-time assassination, which undoubtedly created an opportunity for them.

The table that was split into four pieces by the dagger fell to the ground, making a crisp collision sound, and Su Dingfang stomped his feet, like an arrow off the string, shooting out.

Swords have always been strictly forbidden in the hall, and this time, in addition to Mulan and Liu De carrying weapons, even the war knife worn by Su Dingfang was temporarily returned to him after being signaled by the small country.

After the three of them finished their martial arts, Su Dingfang naturally handed over the battle knife, but the iron arm guard in his hand was still there, he and Abu could be said to be the closest people to the assassin, and naturally they were faster than anyone else, as he shouted in a low voice, his blood penetrated through his muscles and bones, he bullied the assassin, and the dagger was deep between his arms.

Abu was unarmed, but he could even use his own flesh and blood as a bulwark against an Assassin's blow if necessary. And when Su Dingfang restricted the assassin's movements, he was even more happy in his heart, roared, his knees sank, and his fists were pushed out like boulders!

A moment later, Abu's figure flew upside down.

The assassin's ability to resist Qin Ke's kick on the table undoubtedly showed his identity as a cultivator, but to everyone's surprise, this assassin was not only a cultivator, but also a rare master among cultivators.

Although the dagger in his hand was temporarily held by Su Dingfang, he still blocked Abu's attack with one arm, and even kicked Abu in the chest.

The force of his kick was so great that Abu only felt a sweet throat, and a sharp pain spread over his ribs in his chest, and his lungs were even shaken a little, and he was a little breathless. But what he is most worried about now is not his injury, but Zhuge Wanling's safety.

Mr. is just a scholar, and his health has never been good, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is powerless, and it is impossible to expect him to escape. Can Su Dingfang resist this person?

When he landed and raised his head with difficulty, Su Dingfang had already made a move against the assassin, Su Dingfang's tactics were wide open and closed, full of battlefield fierceness, since there was no war knife, he used his iron arm guards as a sledgehammer, and every time he hit, there was a faint crackling sound in the air.

The assassin, on the other hand, was in a strange shape, with a dagger hidden in the palm of his hand and shrunk in his sleeve, seemingly like a rocking boat in Su Dingfang's offensive, but in fact he took the initiative.

Su Dingfang snorted, he also felt the trickiness of the assassin, in terms of cultivation alone, this assassin was even above him, but the Su family's iron wall skill was his most solid backing, and the men of the Su family were never soft bones.

He strode out, his arms shook, his right arm was like a thick steel whip, the assassin raised his hand, and the dagger rubbed against the iron armguard, completely cutting Su Dingfang's cuffs.

Su Dingfang raised his eyebrows, and bullied in again, the dagger swept across his side face, leaving a small opening under his eyes, but he did not let go because of the pain, as his whole body suddenly tightened, and then loosened, his shoulder hit the assassin's chest unexpectedly!

"Iron Wall Gong?" the assassin snorted, but he did not fall to the ground as Su Dingfang imagined, as his left hand touched Su Dingfang's shoulder, his legs slammed, and the person was like a wisp of light smoke and dust, volleying into the air, sticking to Su Dingfang's body, and he reached behind Su Dingfang.

Su Dingfang turned around, and a boot came towards him.

Su Dingfang's arms were raised violently, staggered like a shield, and his legs stomped two marks on the floor like the roots of an old tree.

The sheer force attached to the boots could not repel him in the slightest.

However, his complexion changed drastically, the Assassin did not want to repel him, but had already expected that he could block a kick, and when this kick hit his arms, the Assassin's other foot also took advantage of the situation, and he actually used his arms as a springboard!

The wide sleeves of the Assassin's eunuch robes fluttered outward, and from below, they looked like a giant eagle with outstretched wings. And this giant eagle has already set its sights on his target, and when he dives down, his "prey" can be said to have no way to escape!

Zhuge Wanling's face was slightly pale, but he still didn't move. Perhaps he knew that with his physical fitness, even if he got up in a panic, it would be impossible to avoid the assassin's deliberate blow.

Su Dingfang was only more than ten steps away from Zhuge Wanling, but even if he ran away now, it would be impossible to resist this still inevitable blow.

The expression on the face of the small country lord has changed from shock to horror.

The shock on the faces of the Shi clan officials turned into horror at the same time, but they also showed a bit of schadenfreude.

I don't know who is going to kill you, but you just die. If you die, Jing Wu is ours.

However, an elegant and idle figure stood in front of the weak Zhuge Wanling.

Liu De arrived.

Before, he held the flying shield with one hand, which had already made everyone in the Jingwu Dynasty realize that this envoy of the sea who seemed to be nothing more than a middle-aged scribe was not only full of cultivation, but even far stronger than everyone thought.

And just when everyone couldn't support this time, he still appeared in a position that everyone didn't expect.

The assassin's pupils shrank, he didn't expect this person to come so quickly, but he didn't have a chance to think, or he didn't need to. He has a heavy mission on his shoulders, and for this, he can give his life.

The so-called, the one who is a confidant dies.

Dead soldiers also.

He didn't know how the dagger was made by the craftsmen after how carefully forged it was sharp, and then it fell, and he stabbed at Liu De fiercely.

Liu De stood in a neutral posture, his right hand gently pressed the hilt of the ancient sword at his waist, this sword style did not look imposing, but the calm and calm confidence on his body made people inexplicably believe that he would be able to resist this thorn.

And when the body of the ancient sword rubbed against the scabbard like a streamer out of the sheath, the entire hall seemed to be in a flash.

The name of the sword, Zhanlu.

The word "Zhan" has the meaning of clarity and depth, while the meaning of "Lu" is black pupil.

A gentleman sees clearly, his mind is clear, and his eyes can perceive the world and the world.

However, just when the Zhan Lu ancient sword was halfway out of its sheath, Liu De seemed to sense something, tilted his head slightly, and a little bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He pressed the hilt lightly, and the ancient sword returned to its scabbard with a low moan, as if to be a little dissatisfied with the master's failure to pull it out.

The assassin had strange eyes, and as he fell, he wondered what the hell was this envoy of the sea?

Just as he was wondering, a black thunderbolt flashed outside the hall.