The big rivers and lakes that attack

Chapter 988 Thorns ([-])

Seeing him coming, Wang Chunlin, with disheveled hair and blood dripping, waved the three-pointed two-edged knife, chopped up a drop of "ink" that was about to explode in mid-air, and the corpse of a hundred opera mask split in half when the ink was cut open. down.

"Sixian, retreat quickly~! Don't risk your life in vain!"

When Yan Fang fell, a sprig of weed quickly spread from his lower back, covering his upper torso in an instant, tightly restraining him, restricting his arms.

Wang Chunlin exploded in anger, and the spreading weeds were shattered by him. Not far away, an assassin wearing a Baixi mask with grass growing on his head exploded his head immediately and fell from midair.

And at the moment when Wang Chunlin was bound by the weeds and then broke free, a stream of light flashed, and the long black thorn pierced into Wang Chunlin's chest.

Obviously, the Baixi masked assassin who succeeded in this attack is a speedster, and he is also a speedster of the ninth rank, his speed is really too fast.

Even a master like Wang Chunlin couldn't see his whizzing trajectory after he broke free from the restraint just now, and was pierced through his chest by the iron thorn.

"die!"

Wang Chunlin yelled, and smashed the opponent's head with a punch, and such strange methods appeared endlessly around him, and would always cause great harm to him.

If it weren't for the extremely strong vitality of the Gao Ming warrior, he would have been dead for a long time, but now he is at the end of his strength, a tiger can't fight a pack of wolves!

On the other side, in front of Wang Sixian, a cloud of pale mist suddenly appeared, covering him directly, disturbing his eyes, making him unable to see the situation in front of him clearly.

Wang Sixian closed his eyes and moved his ears to listen. When the assassin in the mist silently pierced the iron thorn into his vest, Wang Sixian suddenly pulled out his sword and turned around to stab straight.

Blood blossomed, the assassin was stabbed in the wrist, the blow was not heavy, and he quickly withdrew the thick fog without any muddle.

Wang Sixian took off the blood beads on the tip of the sword in an instant and wiped it on his wrist. The next moment, another assassin came from the shadow. Wang Sixian immediately returned the sword and pierced the opponent's shoulder.

The assassin was only slightly injured and left immediately.

With the escort of the hidden guards, Wang Sixian only encountered three assassins next, the most powerful one was a rank nine assassin, whose black thorns directly pierced Wang Sixian's shoulder armor.

Similarly, Wang Sixian also lightly drew a sword on his neck, the assassin fled immediately, and Wang Sixian drew that drop of blood on his left arm.

Then he flew towards Wang Chunlin while muttering something, at a certain moment, he suddenly stabbed himself in the heart!
In an instant, four of the five assassins who fought against him just now felt a throbbing pain in their hearts, their bodies froze, and they fell from mid-air.

Only the assassins in the ninth rank struggled for a long while, wanting to get rid of such "cursed killing" and go in a further direction.

But it didn't take long before it fell over straight.

This is the "Sword of Cursed Killing" that Wang Sixian comprehended in the deserted ruins when he was almost blown away by the divine invasion whose divine body was floating like willow catkins. Fortunately, the sword master from the middle of the mountain passed by and begged him to come down.

With this sword, he shined brilliantly on the battlefield, beheading 21 middle-level generals in the general's mansion, but strictly speaking, this is not swordsmanship, kendo, or sword power.

But a curse at its own expense!

Under normal circumstances, he would get the blood of certain generals on the battlefield, leave as soon as he gets on it, go back after the battle, make full preparations, and then perform "curse killing" after making sure that there is no danger.

But the situation at this time was too critical, he was not allowed to make all kinds of preparations calmly, Wang Chunlin could not die, if Wang Chunlin died, then he would be finished too.

Therefore, after using the "Sword of Cursed Killing" hastily, he was severely injured.

Slowly pulling out the long sword stuck in the chest hall, Wang Sixian's face was pale, and he tried his best to keep himself from falling, and flew in the direction of the assistant king.

Shouted: "Wang Jia, hold on~!"

Also at this moment, the [-] members of the Dark Guard Division [-] and [-] Sections led by Ye Xiang had a brief encounter with the Assassins, leaving nearly a hundred corpses on both sides, and the Assassins retreated immediately.

Seeing this, Ye Xiang quickly scolded the hidden guard who wanted to pursue him, and frowned deeply... He was thinking about how to write a post-war report after returning.

The operation involved 500 people here, each of whom was prepared in advance, and the other party dispatched about [-] assassins to deal with Wang Chunlin.

In the battle with the Wangfu, about [-] people died, and nearly half of them were killed by the "assistant king" Wang Chunlin. The Wangfu was facing collapse.

If the rescue did not arrive in time, Wang Chunlin might be doomed.

But even so, there were more than 400 assassins on the other side, but the two sides only contacted for fifteen and a half minutes, and the other side retreated immediately. Nearly a hundred people died here, while the other side only left less than forty corpses.

Thinking of this, Ye Xiang felt chills all over his body, and thought to himself: How powerful is Blood Marquis' assassin group?And as far as the old man said, he probably still has a "warrior group" that is tough and positive.

As well as the blood cicadas scattered all over Dazhong Prefecture, and the ninth-rank "golden cicadas" who don't know how many people, if the blood marquis mobilizes all these forces... The old man's worst prediction is that he will massacre the city, massacre Do the whole Zhongdu!
Thinking of this, Ye Xiang felt his scalp go numb, and the chill ran from his tailbone straight to the door of the roof.

"In the whole of Zhongdu, there are 600 million people, how terrible that must be, I hope I don't go to the last step..."

Ye Xiang muttered to himself, feeling very heavy.

On the other side, Wang Chunlin, who was lucky enough to survive, looked at the retreating assassin group and the manpower brought by Wang Sixian, quite astonished.

"This is... what's going on here?"

Wang Sixian, who was badly injured and exhausted a lot of energy, came to his side and quickly covered his bleeding wound, crying tears of anxiety.

"Wang Jia~! Wang Jia~! What do you want? It doesn't matter... Come, come, come, find a doctor! Are they all dead? Come here, doctor..."

It looked like his father was about to die, which really moved Wang Chunlin, and said to himself, I didn't love this nephew for nothing.

Even though he himself was seriously injured, he still cared about my safety, which was truly touching.

"Wang Jia, Wang Jia... Uncle, how are you? What's the matter... Let's go down, shall we go down? Go back to the mansion, don't hold on... Healer, healer!"

Wang Sixian was so anxious that his eyes burst into tears, hissed in mid-air, and quickly put the crumbling assistant king on his back, trying to maintain his figure, and headed towards the dilapidated mansion below.

"My nephew came too late to save me, I wish I could die with my uncle..."

"Don't worry, I'm fine, I won't die, nephew Sixian don't have to feel guilty...By the way, who are those people? They look very powerful."

(End of this chapter)