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The dense rain of arrows roared straight towards Feng Guanlan's sedan, and the speed was so fast that people were caught off guard.

"Be careful, godfather!" Dou Yonghe shouted, and at the same time he pulled out his sword to block the rain of arrows.

The rest of the Jinyu guards also drew their swords out of their sheaths and gathered around the sedan.

However, it was still slow for a moment. After a shower of arrows, Feng Guanlan's sedan was instantly shot into a hedgehog, and several sedan bearers were also hit by arrows and fell to the ground.

The people hiding in the darkness were determined to put Feng Guanlan to death. As soon as a wave of arrows were shot out, a second wave followed immediately, without giving them any chance to breathe.

Fortunately, Feng Guanlan's Jinyu guards were all masters who could defeat a hundred. After a brief panic, they immediately launched a counterattack. Some people surrounded the sedan to protect Feng Guanlan, while others rushed towards the direction where the arrows were coming, killing him with their flesh and blood. The opponent's archers.

Feng Guanlan's sedan was made of extremely thick materials, with an iron plate sandwiched in the middle. Ordinary arrows could not penetrate it.

Hearing the noise outside, he immediately drew out his sword, ready to rush out whenever he found an opportunity.

Dou Yonghe fired an emergency signal flare, and with a sharp whistle, the flare exploded in the air.

In the sudden burst of light, Jinyuwei quickly found the location of the archers. After a fight, the archers fell to the ground one after another and the arrow rain stopped.

However, the danger was not eliminated. Immediately afterwards, a group of men in black poured out from all corners, like ghosts in the dark night, silently and quickly surrounding them.

The battle unfolded instantly, like a storm in the dark night, fierce and ruthless, and every flash of cold light was a murderous intention.

"Go away, godfather, I'll cover you." Dou Yonghe shouted loudly, the long knife flying in his hand, forcing several assassins back.

The next moment, the sedan curtain was lifted, and Feng Guanlan flew out of the sedan, swooping down like an eagle, and plunged into the melee.

His figure was strong and swift, and his body and sword merged into one. In the blink of an eye, several men in black died under his sword, immediately disrupting the opponent's attack rhythm.

But these men in black did not back down. More and more people rushed forward one after another, launching fierce attacks one after another with the determination to win.They cooperated tacitly and constantly changed their formations, trying to trap Feng Guanlan to death here.

As time passed and the night got deeper and deeper, the battle seemed to never end.

There were more and more corpses on the ground, including assassins and Jin Yuwei. Feng Guanlan was also stabbed several times in the melee. Dou Yonghe, who had been guarding him, was even more bruised and almost turned into a bloody man.

"Godfather, leave quickly!" Dou Yonghe shouted to him hoarsely.

Feng Guanlan turned a deaf ear and chopped down the two assassins with his sword before saying: "Where are you going? If you send a signal and no one comes to reinforce you, it means there are ambushes elsewhere. You will die wherever you go."

"Then what should we do? Do we have to wait here to die?" Dou Yonghe shouted.

Feng Guanlan had no better way at this time and could only keep fighting with his sword.

Most of his own people have fallen, and the enemies are still rushing up. Dou Yonghe feels unprecedented despair. He is about to call everyone together and try to carve out a bloody path to see if he can protect Feng Guanlan from escaping. Suddenly, there is a sound at the end of the alley. There was a rapid sound of horse hooves.

As the sound grew closer and closer, torches lit up the alley, and a team of several hundred people in black attire, like divine soldiers descending from the sky, joined the melee without any explanation.

Before the two sides in the fierce battle could figure out the situation, those people had already slashed at the assassins with their swords. Wherever the sword passed, the assassins fell to the ground like harvested leeks.

The battle situation turned around in an instant, and Feng Guanlan and others were all shocked.

"Godfather, who are these people?" Dou Yonghe asked with wide eyes, ignoring the pain all over his body.

Feng Guanlan shook his head, put the knife on the ground, and supported his already weakened body.

These people were all covered in black turbans and had nothing identifiable on their bodies, so he couldn't tell who they were.

No matter who they are, they are here to help him, and that is enough.

Feng Guanlan breathed heavily and watched as those people put the assassins down one by one like chopping melons and vegetables. Their movements were precise, agile, and neat, without any sloppiness.

Such a powerful fighting force does not look like ordinary official guards, nor does it look like people from the Jianghu, but rather like an elite division fought out by thousands of troops.

Soon, the group of assassins could no longer resist and retreated to the other end of the alley.

"Pursue with all your strength, leave no one behind." The leading man in black clothes issued an order loudly.

Feng Guanlan was stunned for a moment. He felt that the voice was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.

The team chased the assassin away, but the leader did not leave. Guarded by more than a dozen soldiers, he rode towards Feng Guanlan.

When he got closer, he stretched out his hand and pulled away the black scarf that covered his face. Under the light of a torch, a handsome and cold face appeared in front of Feng Guanlan: "I am late, is Eunuch Feng okay?"

Feng Guanlan was completely stunned and stared at the man without speaking.

However, Dou Yonghe shouted in surprise and surprise: "Prince Jingnan, why is it you?"

"Why can't it be me?" Murong Xiao smiled slightly and asked Feng Guanlan without further explanation, "This place is close to my palace. Eunuch Feng, would you like to go to my palace to bandage it?"

Feng Guanlan threw the knife away, cupped his fists and smiled at him: "This will disturb the prince."

Before he finished speaking, his body swayed a few times, and he fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

"Godfather!" Dou Yonghe shouted anxiously. The next moment, he spit out a large mouthful of blood and fell to the ground unconscious like Feng Guanlan.

Murong Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly and waved his hand to order Beiyuan: "Bring all the people of Jin Yuwei back to the house regardless of whether they are dead or alive."

"Yes." Beiyuan responded and directed the Jingnan Army behind to come and carry people.

After a while, the group extinguished their torches and quickly disappeared into the night, leaving assassin corpses all over the alley.

About a stick of incense later, the door of the Jingnan Palace opened and closed silently. Zhang Xingzhou counted the number of Jingnan troops. After confirming that they were correct, he led his team to withdraw from the rockery cave in the Palace Garden and out of the city.

After a while, the entire palace returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, in the He Mansion, which was three streets away from the Jingnan Prince's Mansion, a scream came from the study of Xiao Ge Lao.

The study room was brightly lit, and Mr. Xiao Ge was standing in the hall dressed in white house clothes. His black hair was spread out and his appearance was divine. He held a long sword in his plain white hand, and blood beads were dripping down the tip of the sword.

At his feet, a man in black eyes widened and stopped breathing. Blood gurgled from his throat, staining a large area of ​​the ground red.

"Trash! I can't even kill anyone, so what's the point of keeping you?"

He Yunjie said coldly, his voice as cold as floating ice and broken jade, and there was no fluctuation in his narrow phoenix eyes, as if a human life was not worth mentioning in his eyes.

A little further away, another man was trembling and kneeling. He was so frightened that his face turned pale as he watched his companion die under the old sword of Xiaoge, and his upper and lower teeth made a slight trembling sound.

Suddenly, He Yunjie turned to look at him: "Before dawn, if we still can't find out who rescued Feng Guanlan, you will be the next one to die."