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"Yes." A deep voice came from all around, and the three black-clothed shadow guards flickered in the shadows, then quickly rushed to the side of the carriage, firmly protecting Zhao Jianyong.

"kill."

The long sword in Ning Yu's hand pointed forward, but her tone was so cold that it could freeze into ice. The two teams of guards behind her sacrificed their weapons at the same time when they heard the order, and rushed towards the surrounding black-clothed killers in unison.

Those killer skills were not outstanding, but they were superior in numbers. Batch after batch of men in black kept coming from the dense forest, besieging everyone inside and outside.Thick bloody smell spread wantonly in the air, adding a bit of bleak taste to this icy cold night.

Zhao Jianyong lifted the curtain of the car, squinted his eyes and looked out silently. In his blurred vision, he saw figures flying around, fighting fiercely, screaming in pain, sharp blades piercing through muscles and bones, and tearing flesh. The voice kept pouring into the ears along with the roaring cold wind.

The three shadow guards guarded their surroundings very carefully, resisting the incoming arrows from hidden weapons, but as time went by, the circle surrounded by the killers was gradually shrinking, and the few remaining guards gradually showed signs of exhaustion .

The situation does not seem to be optimistic.

On the path in the forest where corpses were strewn all over the place, Ning Yu was covered in blood and was surrounded by a group of killers, holding sharp knives, his blood-stained face was as ferocious as hell's Shura.

He stared coldly at the people around him, but those killers were pale and tried not to come forward.When he took a step forward, the killers pushed back half a minute, all of them were terrified, but they could only bite the bullet and refused to retreat.

At the moment of this stalemate, two piercing sword qi suddenly resounded from a distance, like a meteor piercing the night sky, whizzing towards the crowd in the struggle.

Ning Yu's gaze froze, and she raised her head abruptly to look for her reputation. In the dark night, she could vaguely see two vague figures, each with a silver light, rushing fiercely at the carriage parked in the road.

With a murderous look, his kung fu is naturally extraordinary.

Ning Yu was surrounded by black-clothed killers, unable to turn around at all, while the other three shadow guards rushed back immediately.The two who came late attacked quickly and fiercely, like a sudden thunderstorm, and they were about to pierce the wooden carriage with a sword.

Although the shadow guards tried their best, they still had no time to block this wave of sneak attacks. Suddenly, they chose to use their bodies to bear this heavy injury that was destined to be impossible to escape.

With a heavy impact, the two shadow guards fell to the car door at the same time.One fell on the cold ground, struggled painfully for a moment with his hands on his chest, and then gradually stopped breathing.One fell straight into the carriage, his shoulder was pierced by a sharp knife, and the bright red blood kept dripping from the wound onto the ground.

Zhao Jianyong quickly took out a silk handkerchief, half-kneeled in the car and pressed it hard against his wound, but his eyes froze between the three fighting hard through the torn car curtain.

Although the remaining shadow guard is good at skills, it is obviously difficult to deal with two masters at the same time. He desperately blocked the front of the car door, preventing anyone from approaching Zhao Jianyong, but wounds opened on his body alternately, and a large amount of blood stained .

"...Hmm." The shadow guard in front of him struggled to prop up his body, and a bright red uncontrollably snaked down from the corner of his mouth. He clenched his fists tightly, but his arms were trembling in severe pain.

"do not move."

Zhao Jianyong frowned, looked down at the blood seeping from the silk handkerchief, and said in a low voice.

The shadow guard bit his lips and raised his eyes to look at him, only to see that there was no trace of fear on that delicate handsome face, which was unbelievably calm.

"If they had a complete chance of winning, they wouldn't kill me. I'm much more useful alive than dead."

Zhao Jianyong added some strength to his hands, pressed the shadow guard back to lie down, and hummed coldly in a low voice, "Don't go and die in vain."

"..." The shadow guard trembled his lips, but there was a moment of softness in his eyes. Seeing Zhao Jianyong's tough attitude, he lowered his eyes slightly, and submissively relaxed his body and gasped in a low voice.

Accompanied by a heart-piercing cry, a huge crash came in from the wall of the car again, with such force that the entire car shook violently a few times.The third shadow guard broke half of the chariot shaft, and rolled to the ground covered in blood. The black iron long sword was shaken out of his hand, and flew straight two feet away.

"eleven……"

The people in the carriage froze when they heard the sound, and two tears quickly hid in their temples in their eyes that opened suddenly.

Zhao Jianyong half-kneeled on the ground and looked at him sideways, but almost at this moment, the sharp blade slashed open the side wall of the carriage with sword energy, and two black-clothed killers were rushing towards him with long swords in their hands. .

"Master Zhao—!"

Ning Yu's almost desperate roar came from not far away, but Zhao Jianyong's pupils shrank sharply, staring at the cold shining sword blade straight towards his chest without moving.

Since you can't hide, just resign yourself to fate...

The surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet, and the air seemed to be able to smell the cold and biting black iron smell, with a disgusting blood...

The next moment, the expected pain did not come, and at the point where soldiers and troops met, only a crisp metallic sound was heard piercing the night sky.

The terrifying sound of fighting sounded again, but Zhao Jianyong felt his whole body lighten, and he fell into a familiar embrace.

"Respect..." Zhao Jianyong leaned weakly on the warm chest, took a strong sniff of the scent that reassured him, and smiled softly.There was no strength in his body, and even his voice was hoarse and scary, "You are here."

"Don't be afraid." Lian Jingzhi lowered his eyes and kissed his forehead, the fine sweat was blown by the night wind, it turned out to be a distressing clammy, "I'm here."