Jiaohua

Chapter 1289 Assassination in the Tent
There was only one person's voice in the tent, but there were actually three people.

The man lying on the bed embraced from left to right, and the two young women were awakened by the movement outside just now, and now they were leaning on the man's chest with their eyes open, chatting with each other.

The wind was strong on the river beach, and the tent was occasionally blown by the wind, making a rustling sound.

A woman yawned and lazily hugged the man tightly: "My lord, I'm so sleepy, can I continue to sleep?"

"Do you dare to sleep?" The man's voice sounded very bad, "I'm afraid you won't be able to wake up."

"Huh? Your Majesty is saying that the Nu family will die? But Your Majesty, are you willing to give up the Nu family?"

"What does this have to do with my reluctance?"

"Because, if the slave family is really going to die, it can only die in the hands of the king. If the king doesn't kill the slave family, how can the slave family die? Who will put him in the eyes of the assassin outside? How can he be half as brave as the king? ?” The woman said, leaning on the man again.

The woman on the other side rolled her eyes in the darkness, secretly thinking that this woman's mouth can really speak.

But the man didn't know why, suddenly became furious, and grabbed the woman by the throat.

"What did you say!" The man gritted his teeth, "Assassins don't pay attention to you, so what else do you pay attention to? If you really want to wait for the assassin to come and send me to the west, you will be happy. After climbing this bed, Go to that bed, don't you!"

He was very tall, with strong hands, and he couldn't breathe while pinching the woman.

The other woman was so happy, oh well, the flattery went up.

"Big, Your Majesty..." the woman said hard, her brows and eyes furrowed.

The suffocation became more and more serious, she subconsciously grabbed the back of the man's hand, and suddenly heard a sharp "tearing" sound, followed by a biting cold wind.

The man was shocked, threw the woman aside, and jumped up: "Who!"

The faint moonlight shines in through the big hole in the cracked tent, and the air in the tent circulates, causing the hanging door of the tent to dance wildly, and the whole tent seems to be blown up by the wind and rides away.

There was a loud "snap", and the simple screen in front of the camp bed was blown down by the wind. A man and two women on the bed opened their eyes wide, looking at the slender figure standing under the cold moonlight with a sword in his hands behind his back.

The torn rags of the camp tent continued to slap the big tent behind him, the sound was loud, and the shadows were chaotic. The person who came was motionless. Killing intent, fierce and compelling.

The man who had been arrogant and arrogant on the camp bed for many days was furious: "Who, who!"

"Yan Jun, Shen Lie." Shen Lie said.

The man thought for a while, and was shocked: "Shen Lie!"

As soon as he finished his ending, he heard the sharp blade suddenly unsheathed, the cold light danced under the moonlight, and the long sword pulled out from the back of his waist pointed forward in an instant under the light sword flower, and the silver light was like lightning, approaching in an instant.

The two women screamed, and the screams continued, and one of them was knocked forward, facing the sword's edge.

Shen Lie's sword is quick, and he is also quick to dodge. He is not disturbed by others, and he avoids quickly and neatly. There is only one target.

The man pushed the other woman away, ran towards the head of the bed, grabbed the big knife on the ground, pulled it out and slashed at Shen Lie.

He was extremely tall, a full foot taller than Shen Lie, and he couldn't even straighten his chest in this big tent.

The blunt and heavy sword made a sharp sound, several times in a row, arrogant and arrogant, without any rules, only the most primitive rough and fierce.

However, the knife fell to nothing.

Instead, he kept getting hurt.

In his frenzied hacking and killing, not only did the visitor not have the slightest defensive posture, he was even attacking.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain, and the sharp blade cut his arm.

The man suffered from pain, retreated and blocked, and shouted violently: "The people outside, are they all dead!! Come in to escort! Come in to protect the king!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp pain came from his right waist, and he immediately swung the big knife away.

The cold light had entered his belly, and at the same time, his eyes saw the opponent stepping forward, and his left and right hands held the sword alternately in an instant. The speed, strength, physical fitness, and sense of fierce battle were all full. The cold light turned and entered from his belly, from his waist. Cut out.

Blood spurted, hot and surging.

"I'll kill you!" The man yelled in despair, poured all his strength, and once again slashed at Shen Lie with the most ferocity.

Dao Feng and Shen Lie's horizontally held long sword collided suddenly, knocking out sparks.

The man didn't expect that Shen Lie would dare to block the knife directly with his sword, let alone that his sword was so sharp and strong, and his strength was not inferior to him.

The huge force coming from the backlash made the man's mouth go numb.

Shen Lie kicked him in the stomach, and the man fell out, almost knocking down the tent.

He got up quickly, screamed angrily and rushed forward with his knife, slashing at Shen Lie again.

The solid and heavy marching desk in the tent was split in half by his blunt knife.

Rather than being hacked, it is better to be smashed.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a chill around his neck, he felt himself flying up, extremely light, and then fell heavily to the ground.

And his huge body fell straight into his wide-open sight.

"Ah!!!" The two women sat on the ground, covering their heads and screaming.

Shen Lie looked at the corpse on the ground, then turned and walked towards Feiyang's tent door.

There were eight corpses lying in front of the door, and the bodies of the corpses and the ground around the corpses were full of arrows.

The other militiamen retreated twenty paces away.

Whoever comes forward will shoot.

They easily discovered this pattern, so they didn't dare to bully them any more.

Now, everyone looked at the young man walking out slowly. Their lips trembled, their heads went blank, and they didn't know how to react for a while.

"The young master has come out!" Ye Zheng was overjoyed, "Let's go!"

A woman's voice came from behind: "Good, good man."

Two disheveled women walked out of the camp slowly.

As they walked, they gathered the clothes on their chests. The two of them stopped inside the tent door, and one of them raised his hand to stop the tent door from flying.

"Young master!" The six hidden guards rushed over quickly, and several of them had put away their crossbows, holding long swords or big knives.

"Master, are you done?" Ye Zhengxi said.

Shen Lie nodded, turned Han Zhan's gaze, and looked at the captain with the blue scarf wrapped around his head: "Go and wrap the head in the tent, I want to take it away."

His voice was cold and deep, and it didn't look like he had just experienced a fierce battle.

The captain was weak in hands and feet, and asked others to take off a coat. He went in with the coat and found the man's head in the corner.

A man as tall as a giant, with a huge head, was wrapped tremblingly and brought out.

Wu Shaoning stepped forward to take it, and the blood from the severed head had already wetted a small piece of the shirt.

Shen Lie wiped the blood off the long sword, threw down the silk cloth, and put the sword back into its sheath.

He glanced at the burden lightly, then lifted his foot and left.

"hero!"

"Son!"

The two women cried out in alarm.

Shen Lie ignored it, but after four or five steps, he stopped.

(End of this chapter)