Rebirth: The little puppet emperor, tearing apart the regent with his own hands

Yu Wenwen put one hand on the tent and shook his groggy head, trying to wake himself up a little.

Yu Wenwen was rarely sober, so he didn't notice that the people who were standing guard on both sides of the camp saw that something was wrong with Yu Wenwen. Instead of panicking, they narrowed their eyes, and then they looked at each other. He glanced at him, then quietly approached Yu Wenzhang, slowly surrounding him in the middle.

Then one of them suddenly took action. He took out the sword from his waist and stabbed Yu Wenwen.

Yu Wenzhang was drugged and was severely dizzy. However, as the number one person in martial arts, even if he was in extremely bad condition at the moment, not just anyone could hurt him.

Therefore, although the man was in Yu Wenzhang's back and stabbed him unexpectedly, which was considered a sneak attack, the sound of the long sword breaking through the air was enough for Yu Wenzhang to react.

Yu Wenwen dodged and hid to one side, trying to avoid the fatal blow. Unexpectedly, someone stabbed him in the direction where Yu Wenwen was hiding. Yu Wenwen had no choice but to dodge here and there.

If he is in normal condition now, he will have no problem dealing with these people.

But now he was drugged, and of course there might be other messy things, which made him extremely dizzy, his brain reaction slowed down, and his skills also slowed down a lot.

So he could only try his best to avoid the sword coming from beside him, and he had no ability to think about other things.

So he didn't notice that while he was hiding here and there, he was gradually forced into the camp.

Although Yu Wenwen's camp is located in the center of the camp, due to Yu Wenwen's habits, not many people come here on weekdays.

So as long as Yu Wenzhang doesn't make any noise on purpose, basically no one will come.

After Yu Wenwen was forced into the camp, the guards on both sides immediately returned to their original positions. Like real guards, they guarded both sides of the camp loyally and did not allow anyone to enter or exit.

Master Yuwen has always been like this, and everyone is used to it, so even the soldiers patrolling around the camp didn't notice anything wrong.

No one knew that a bloody storm was quietly taking place in the tent at the center of the camp...

After Yu Wenwen was forced into the tent, his vision suddenly dimmed. The tent that should have been brightly lit now looked pitch black because no candles were lit, and he couldn't see his fingers.

Yu Wenwen held the long sword tightly in his hand and stood vigilantly at the door of the camp, staring ahead, always ready to fight back.

The people at the camp entrance made no move after forcing him in. They couldn't have done it as a joke to themselves. It must have been because there was a more terrifying murderous intention waiting for him inside the camp.

He licked his chapped lips and shook his head from time to time, trying to keep himself awake.

But his body's instinctive reaction could not be changed by his willpower, and after the intense action just now, the effect of the medicine in his body took effect faster.

Not only did he feel like the world was spinning before his eyes, his heartbeat even began to accelerate. In such a dark and silent environment, Yu Wenwen could even hear his own heartbeat.

"Dong, dong, dong..." He felt that the sound of his heartbeat was like the sound of lava flowing from a volcano, rumbling in his chest, which directly interfered with his ability to recognize the sounds outside his body.

Perhaps the person on the opposite side was waiting for this moment. In the dark environment, a silent hunt began.

There was a slight fluctuation in the air to the left of Yu Wenwen. This fluctuation brought up a wisp of breeze and blew towards Yu Wenwen.

Yu Wenwen's ears twitched, and then he raised his long sword to block his head. He heard a crisp "clang" sound, and Yu Wenwen's long sword suddenly collided with the weapon of the person opposite him.

Yu Wenwen held the man's long sword. With years of experience in life-and-death battles on the battlefield, Yu Wenwen used his strength to lift the opponent's move, and then took advantage of the moment when the opponent was swung away by him and leaned back. Then the force in the opposite direction quickly retracted the sword downwards, and then lifted it up again... all these actions happened in an instant.

The person who was swung away by him had not yet reacted. He leaned back and his body was completely exposed. His whole body was scratched from bottom to top by Yu Wenwen, and he was instantly disemboweled by Yu Wenwen.

Warm blood splashed on Yu Wenwen's body, with a trace of bloody smell going straight to his forehead. If it were normal times, Yu Wenzhang would definitely not let other people's blood splash on him, but now he can't control so much...

Yu Wenwen's brain was sobered a little by the assassin's blood, and his eyes were horribly bright in the darkness. Yu Wenwen licked the blood on his lips with his tongue, and the smell of blood instantly filled Yu Wenwen's mouth.

Stimulated by the blood, this made Yu Wenzhang a little excited.

The assassination will not end with the death of one person. On the contrary, everyone becomes excited because of the baptism of blood as an appetizer.

Swords attacked from all directions, and Yu Wenwen danced the long sword into a flower, but in the end his fists were unable to defeat the four hands. Yu Wenwen was drugged again, and his physical condition was not good. He gradually began to feel paralyzed from left to right.

If you can't break the situation in time, you will die sooner or later.

If someone had a God's perspective at this moment, they would find that at this moment, Yu Wenzhang was surrounded by people from three levels inside and three levels outside, trapped in the tent, and fighting like a trapped beast.

He is surrounded by enemies, and everyone is staring at him eagerly, ready to attack at any time. At this time, everything is not good for Yu Wenzhang...

The leading assassin stood on the edge of the camp holding a long sword, staring coldly at Yu Wenwen who was struggling desperately in the battle circle.

He thought to himself: Unless there is a magic weapon descending from the sky this time, you will not be able to escape with your wings!

He has no doubts about the ability of the people on his side. After all, all of them are the elites selected from the secret guards of the Lord Zhuguo. If taken alone, all of them can fight one against a hundred. The presence.

Killing one Yu Wenwen is more than enough. Not to mention that Yu Wenzhang was drugged at this moment, and his actions were also affected. He was almost stabbed through the heart with a sword just now. He was no different from a piece of trash.

The man licked his lips excitedly, and then showed a bloodthirsty smile. The thought of killing the regent of the Western Wei Dynasty immediately made him feel extremely excited!

After all, a big man like the Regent of the Western Wei Dynasty is about to die by his own hands. As an assassin, is there anything more wonderful than this feeling?