Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Then, one end of the arrowhead was chopped off by Tai Ah.

Wuzi neighed.

"Patriarch!" Lux emphasized his voice.

"..."

Zifang stared blankly at the prince who was alone, "Why... is he here?"

The arrow rain that broke out gradually faded away, and the retreating convoy also reached the predetermined position. The cavalry chose to fight on foot because of the hidden tripping rope.The predicted battle situation did not change in the slightest, but the ambushes saw the prince at the head, and shot the remaining arrows at Yan Ce on their own initiative, as if the arrows were galloping towards the young man with deep-seated hatred, Yan Ce's dark pupils Sword light flickered in it.

The next second after cutting down the first arrow, he turned over and jumped off Wuzhao. He knew that there was not enough time to swing a sword, so the blade tilted to slightly change the trajectory of the passing arrow.

Step back, sideways, block!

The second, the third... Precise and tiny movements miraculously avoided the rain of concentrated arrows and found a gap to survive. However, the rapid loss of physical strength inevitably made Yan Ce's body slower and slower.

Here, Luofengpo or Maling?

Moreover, his surname is not Pang, so he shouldn't be treated like Arrow Rain who moved the whole country.Why did this group of assassins shoot black arrows from a long distance, and the guerrilla warfare slipped so far that he was ashamed.

But the buff from the prince's injury was added to the imperial guards, and the morale was high, and at the same time, he gained bloodthirsty and bravery... Along with the prince's charge, the black-clothed assassins gave up their bows and arrows, drew out their short swords and counterattacked suicide, and the smoke rose. Even the top assassins will fall if they mess up their vision. Maybe they can directly tear apart the massacre convoy, maybe kill Yan Ce, and achieve eternal fame.

The voice of the fallen master of the National War Assassin seems to be echoing in his ears.

Cut off the prince's head and be respected by all people instead of him.

On the side, the assassin who was seriously injured and dying suddenly came back and grabbed Yan Ce's right hand, sent Tai Ah into his body, and blocked his attacking means with his last strength.

good chance!

All the assassins, regardless of life and death, forcibly broke through the defense line, like beasts thirsting for flesh and blood, greedy and terrifying.

Ten steps, five steps...

Yan Ce showed no expression, and directly threw his left arm over, like a tattered strip of cloth, countless blood droplets splashed from the wound stayed in the air for a moment.

As if time stood still.

The assassin who attacked and killed opened his eyes wide, and the slow-motion blood beads danced into the retina, spread, and the blood color blinded his vision.

Let go of Tai Ah's right hand.

tread!

He stomped heavily on the ground, shattering the illusion. With his right hand, he grabbed the head of the assassin who was rushing forward, and the force was transmitted from the muscles to the wrist bones, and went down vertically.

With one blow, the assassin's head was embedded half an inch into the ground.

The silent fighting spirit gushing out like magma was burning in Bolangsha along with the blood spilling down.

"Patriarch, which one to smash?"

The wrestler picked up the hammer and exchanged one for one against the Great Qin Shihuang. He was so excited that he trembled with excitement.

"..."

The dead soldiers hired by the family are all lunatics...

Zifang sighed, seeing that gentle prince who was usually very out of tune, the sharp contrast at this moment made her cognition seriously deviated.

Standing there like an undefeated nightmare, the shock cannot be described in words, the girl seems to understand why he is called the nightmare of the nations...

The cars in Shihuang's motorcade were of exactly the same style, how to bet on whether to win or not?

Zifang sinks her heart and locks her eyes between several cars, trying to observe the differences.

He tightened his fingers, and then slowly loosened them.

If killing Yan Ce at this moment, the success rate of assassinating the first emperor is definitely much higher. The current prince seems to be fine, but the loss of blood is difficult to withstand the final blow of the wrestler.

As long as she lives long enough after assassinating Yan Ce, the restoration of the country...is not a dream.

At this moment, there is a conflict between the ideal of restoring the country and the general trend of the world.

How to choose?

He covered his heart with his fingers, and it seemed to be hurting inside.

Choose, choose...

Yan Ce turned his head slightly and looked in the lurking direction, as if he was looking at the confused girl through heavy cover.

She lowered her eyes as if she was ashamed and avoided it. No matter who she assassinated, it would be impossible for the future ovary to return to the research institute to face this prince who always likes to play tricks, but...she had no choice.

The girl gritted her teeth, stopped looking at Yan Ce, and raised her finger: "The prince is always guarding the third car when he arrives in Bolangsha. The possibility of Emperor Shi Huang being in it is the greatest."

next moment.

Lux obeyed, picked up a sledgehammer and crazily broke through the defense line of the Imperial Guards and smashed the carriage.

Broken pieces of wood were scattered, and the luxurious frame was turned into a piece of garbage in an instant.

Both the loss of the ovary and a trace of inexplicable happiness intertwined and mixed emotions echoed in the atrium.

She sighed: "It's a shame."

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