After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

Chapter 328 Escape from Death
Zhao Sanmei took the lead, Zhou Tingchen and Lin Zhiyu were in the middle, and Yan Ruyun and Lin Wei were behind, taking advantage of the chaos to walk towards the empty road.

"careful!"

Zhou Tingchen turned around and blocked Lin Zhiyu, but a deep wound was opened on his back.

He had been living comfortably in the palace for many years, and when his clothes were stained with blood, he accidentally grabbed the man with his backhand, grabbed his sword with his right hand, and stabbed the man through the throat.

Suddenly, it seemed like I was back to the time when I was practicing martial arts with him.

The people behind chased after them, but Zhao Sanmei, who was in the lead, did not move.

Yan Ruyun shouted anxiously: "What are you doing standing still? Let's go!"

"Ahead...there is a group of people ahead!" Zhao Sanmei frowned and looked at the dagger in her hand. If her own knife was there, she would have gone straight out!
There are two groups of people, one wearing black clothes and covering their faces, the other using their identities as common people...

Does Zheng Ziyan have the ability to raise so many Jingwei under the eyes of Emperor Yong'an?
"Yan Ruyun, brother, take the emperor to a small road! We can't stay here any longer!"

Yan Ruyun spit out a mouthful of blood roughly: "Where are you, girl!"

"What am I!" Lin Zhiyu pushed Zhou Tingchen, "No one can die!"

Lin Wei froze and moved one step faster than his brain to protect Zhou Tingchen.

The king of a country died in Xirong for no reason, and Zhou Zijin's stigma will never be wiped away!
A country's envoy died in Xirong, and with the incident at Baihu Camp, a national war is inevitable!

Lin Zhiyu's wish on the Kongming Lantern is simple: Zhou Zijin should stand upright and aboveboard in front of everyone, and women in the world should also straighten their spines and stand on the stage of history.

Lin Wei stepped forward with his sword, and the young general opened a path with one against ten.

"go!"

The handle of the knife broke, and it stabbed into the heart of the man in black. He kicked it away, and knocked out one man's teeth with his bare hands.

Yan Ruyun came up and protected Zhou Tingchen as he left via the trail.

Lin Wei kicked the broken sword on the ground hard: "What quality!"

Seeing Zhou Tingchen leaving, the man in black roared and issued an order.

"Follow!"

Lin Zhiyu also picked up a sword. Although the assassin in front of him looked like a commoner, the cold light in his eyes was intimidating.

Killing is all about the word "kill".

As long as you don't want to die, find a way to kill others.

"Miss!"

The sound of horse hoofbeats was heard, and it turned out that Lin Xiaolian and Qiao Xiu were coming.

They returned to the other courtyard first and found that Lin Zhiyu and others were not there. After a while, they heard the noise outside again and rushed out with the horses from the backyard.

Lin Xiaolian didn't know how to ride a horse, and she was about to cry on the horse. She used all her strength to hold the reins.

Qiaoxiu held Zhao Sanmei's three golden-backed knives in her hands and threw them with all her strength.

"Thank you!"

Zhao Sanmei took the knife, and the assassins immediately retreated.

Lin Zhiyu was also stained with blood, and there was a cut on his left shoulder.

"Let me show you my Zhao family's sword skills!"

Zhao Sanmei picked off a person's head neatly.

"Da da da……"

The carriage stopped and the curtain opened, it was Zheng Ziyan!

His bodyguards rushed forward.

Then came Zhou Yang: "Zhiyu, Third Sister, get in the car!"

"Xiao Lian, go!"

Zhao Sanmei pulled Lin Xiaolian off the horse and got up on her own.

Lin Xiaolian didn't show any pretense. Just as she was about to help Lin Zhiyu get into the car, for some reason there was a gap in the circle, and a long sword stabbed Lin Zhiyu.

"Miss be careful!"

Lin Zhiyu turned around when he heard the words, but was pushed forward by Lin Xiaolian, and a wave of warmth splashed onto Lin Zhiyu's cheek.

Qiao Xiu came on horseback, picked up the limp Lin Xiaolian and threw her into the car.

Lin Zhiyu and others hurriedly pulled Lin Xiaolian into the carriage. After a closer look, the blood from the wound on her chest could not be stopped.

"I have medicine on my waist." Master Ji Yan in the corner was as angry as a gossamer, and his left shoulder was pierced with a sword.

Without bothering to ask too many questions, Zhou Yang took off the medicine bottle hanging on his waist, picked out one pill from the colorful pills, and stuffed it into Lin Xiaolian's mouth.

"Miss...it hurts..." Lin Xiaolian felt blood on her hand and found it difficult to breathe.

"Send it to my house first." Zheng Ziyan said, "I will go to the palace tonight to explain this matter to Your Majesty."

Lin Zhiyu's thoughts returned little by little.

According to him, those two groups of assassins have nothing to do with him?
Who else could it be?
Zhou Yang treated Xiaolian's wounds urgently and recounted what he had just experienced.

At that time, she and Zheng Ziyan were dispersed by the crowd. She wanted to get on the bridge, but she saw a man who looked like an ordinary hawker drew a knife and came straight towards her.

Zhou Yang, a golden princess, was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that her ears were ringing and her heartbeat was pounding. She stood there and forgot to hide.

It was Master Ji Yan who suddenly rushed up from the corner, picked up a basket and smashed it on the man's head.

"Why are you here?"

"Why isn't Zheng Ziyan there?"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time.

But there was no time to answer, one blow failed, and between two breaths, two more people came to kill with swords.

The people around have been in a mess for a long time. You push me, I squeeze you, and the screams are endless.

Master Ji Yan protected Zhou Yang and retreated.

But the only thing he was good at was Qinggong, and there was Zhou Yang beside him. After several fights, he came up short.

Seeing assassins jumping out from all unexpected corners, Ji Yanshi raised the powder in his hand.

Taking advantage of the chaos, he pulled Zhou Yang and hid in the alley.

"Zheng Ziyan, this loser, take you out and you will disappear as soon as you are in danger!"

Ji Yanshi saw that Zhou Yang still had the clay figurine that Zheng Ziyan had just bought, and deliberately pulled her hand towards him.

The clay figurine fell to the ground, and Ji Yanshi twitched his lips with satisfaction.

Zhou Yang was furious: "What are you doing?"

Master Ji Yan loosened his grip and said innocently, "Why are you talking to your savior?"

Zhou Yang picked up the clay figurine and glared at Ji Yanshi as if he was angry.

"Ziyan bought this for me!"

"Ha, Ziyan?" Ji Yanshi gritted his teeth, "Can I make up one for you next time?"

"You have your beauty, why bother to provoke me?"

Zhou Yang felt aggrieved.

She knew early on that Ji Yanshi was quietly following behind.

She smiled on purpose and was intimate on purpose, just to make him angry.

You have your beauty, but this princess is not wanted by anyone!
Master Ji Yan's lips twitched: "You will always be at odds with Chao Yan in your life, right?"

"You..." The anger on Zhou Yang's face turned to panic.

Behind him fell a dozen assassins, all of whom looked like ordinary people.

The difference was the murderous look in his eyes.

They looked at each other, as if they didn't expect anyone to argue at such a moment.

Ji Yanshi's throat was tight and he said the quintessence of Chinese culture: "Damn, it seems I have to stop here today."

He tightened his grip on the dagger he had taken from the first assassin.

Zhou Yang stared at his back blankly.

A person who is careless seems to have the determination to fight against the odds.

"Aren't you curious who she is?

Chaoyan is your word.

I took it.

Hidden by me! "

Master Ji Yan rushed forward.