On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Yan Ruyu held two swords in her hand, and Huo Changhe's sword was unsheathed. Master Mingde also saw that they were both very skilled.

"I didn't expect it," Master Mingde sneered, "that the geese pecked his eyes."

Yan Ruyu's eyes reflected the bright light of the sword, and she said solemnly: "I am not a goose, I am a goshawk, specially designed to deal with wicked people like you."

Huo Changhe nodded in agreement: "Zhen Zhenren, stop talking nonsense and take action."

Master Mingde's nose was almost crooked with anger: "Who are you talking about!"

Yan Ruyu was too lazy to argue and rushed forward with a single step.

Master Mingde raised his sword to greet him, but he didn't expect that Yan Ruyu's moves were strange, without any pretense, wide open and close, and the force was heavy and fierce.

With a "clang", the knife hit his sword, almost cracking his jaw.

Master Mingde was shocked and embarrassed, and roared at the Taoist priests behind him: "Why are you still standing there? Take them down!"

I wanted to kill them all, but when I saw Yan Ruyu’s face, I could only swallow a breath: “The woman will survive, but the man will die!”

He blew a whistle, and many more people came out from the darkness, there must be dozens of them.

"Let's see how long you two can last!" Master Mingde smiled coldly, "Bring her family!"

Several Taoist priests followed the order and left.

Yan Song, who was staying at the Taoist temple, was also woken up early and realized that something was wrong. Instead of helping, he quietly led people outside the temple to watch the fire from the other side.

Meng Mengliang was so angry that she almost exploded. She wanted to rush in to help several times, but she remembered Yan Ruyu's words: no matter what the situation, she had to stay outside and save her family, so that she could not be distracted.

"Master Yan, how could you run away and ignore me?" He couldn't help but ask.

Yan Song glanced at him: "I am doing my job, why do you need to say more?"

"you……"

"Besides, do you want me to sacrifice so many brothers for one prisoner, regardless of the safety of other prisoners?"

"Sacrifice?" Meng Mengliang sneered, "How do you know that your people will definitely sacrifice themselves? Is it possible that you knew they would be beaten to death before they were beaten?"

Yan Song's face darkened: "Watch your words!"

Meng Mengliang was dissatisfied: "Your Excellency, aren't you afraid that when we go back, we will report to the Emperor?"

Yan Song sneered and did not answer: Go back? Do these people still have the life to go back?

He had long thought that none of these forbidden troops would ever return! The road is long and there are too many unknown variables. These people...all have to leave their lives on the road.

Several Taoist priests carrying swords rushed out of the Taoist temple gate with ferocious looks. They injured several villagers in a row, causing a commotion.

"Where are Yan Ruyu's family?"

……

The fight was in full swing inside.

Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe were ten times more difficult to deal with than Master Mingde imagined.

There were many casualties among his men, but these two men were not even injured, let alone holding them.

Master Mingde felt a little panicked, looked at the messenger, gritted his teeth and asked: "Messenger, can you help me? We are in the same boat now."

The hatred in the messenger's heart made him want to strangle him to death.

I just came to deliver a letter, but I got into so much trouble.

When each messenger sets out, in order to ensure safety, he takes a few killers with him. They will not use them until they are extremely useful.

Now...it seems to be a last resort.

The messenger had no choice but to take out the signal arrow.

Yan Ruyu wanted to kill her, but Huo Changhe stood back to back with her and whispered, "Don't worry, let him do it."

Yan Ruyu listened to his words with determination and confidence, as if she was waiting for this moment.

For a moment, the messenger had already sent out the signal arrow.

Master Mingde laughed loudly: "It's so happy, it's so happy, I haven't been this happy for a long time!"

Blood beads rolled off the tip of Yan Ruyu's knife: "Don't worry, I'll leave you with only pain and no pleasure in a while."

Huo Changhe pointed his sword at Zhende and said, "I have to cut off his head myself."

"Okay." Yan Ruyu agreed and rushed forward again.

Swords flashed, blood splattered everywhere.

Soon, several black shadows came from the darkness of the Taoist temple. Their movements were extremely fast. They were all holding narrow knives and wearing masks.

The messenger had already thrown off his cloak and shouted: "Get them!"

The men in black quickly joined the battle group. Their fighting power was definitely not comparable to that of the Taoist priests. Their combat power was soon overwhelming, leaving the Taoist priests no room to intervene.

Five men in black besieged Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe.

Master Mingde let out a heavy breath, his back was soaked with sweat, and he cupped his hands to the messenger: "Thank you very much, messenger."

The messenger glared at him, his eyes locked on Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe: "This woman is really the same as that statue."

"Exactly," Master Mingde quickly took the opportunity to explain the secret code, "This woman deceived me, saying that it was the secret code given to her by Mr. Mo."

The messenger was startled: "She actually knows about Mr. Mo?"

"Yes, otherwise I wouldn't believe what she said...that kind of code. I hope the messenger will be more patient."

The messenger's face darkened.

Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe were back to back. Huo Changhe asked, "How are you doing? Can you still hold on?"

"No problem," Yan Ruyu nodded, "But why did you let them come?"

Huo Changhe smiled softly: "Don't worry, I'm here and I won't let you get hurt. You'll know soon."

He took the first step and changed the moves of the sword in his hand. In an instant, the sword light flashed and seemed to turn into thousands of swords.

Yan Ruyu's eyes narrowed: This is... Huo Changhe's sword technique!

She had seen it in the sword manual handed down from her ancestors, but unfortunately, the sword manual was broken and only had a few pages. It was enshrined by her grandfather as a treasure, so she could only see a few of the moves.

Her heart skipped a beat, but in the blink of an eye, Huo Changhe assassinated the two of them.

The messenger was also startled and shouted to the Taoist priests who were taking a break: "Come on, come together and take him down!"

The Taoist priests regrouped and were about to go up again. Suddenly, several fierce winds pierced the air, roaring with murderous intent!

"Hey!"

"what!"

"thump!"

Several times in succession.

Two of the remaining three killers died. One was hit by an arrow in the throat, and the other was hit by an arrow in the chest. The arrow penetrated the muscles and bones and came out from the other end, stained with bright red blood and shining with a cold light.

The messenger was shot in the elbow. His face turned pale with pain, he was sweating profusely, and he almost fainted.

Master Mingde was also hit by an arrow in the thigh. He fell to the side and hugged his leg with trembling hands. He groaned in pain.

The messenger looked at the arrows in disbelief: "This is..."

Before he finished speaking, a Taoist priest exclaimed: "Then, there is someone!"

The Taoist priests who were frightened by the scene just turned to look. At some point, seven or eight men in black were standing on the wall or on the roof, holding bows and arrows, and the cold arrow points were pointed at the people in the courtyard.

They are silent, like machines that harvest lives one by one, which makes people feel chilled.

Huo Changhe raised his sword and stepped in front of the messenger through the blood on the ground.

"What? Do you recognize these arrows?"

The messenger didn't dare to breathe: "I thought it was true, but it wasn't."

"Ok?"

"It is rumored that Huo Changhe, the king of Zhennan, has a team of men, all of whom are extremely skilled. One can defeat a hundred.

They come and go without a trace, and they are good at using bows and arrows. Their bows and arrows are also different from ordinary ones. They are specially made. I don't know what the special method is. I only heard that they are black arrows with black feathers, known as fangs. "