Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 153
At the same time, Bu Hai, who was wearing a dark blue robe with white cloud pattern, walked from behind the forty guards to the front.

With a resolute and indifferent face, eagle-like eyes with a bloodthirsty look at a hundred or so assassins in black night clothes, with a flick of the whisk, Bu Hai ordered in a cold voice, "Come on, kill me!" Kill them, and no one will be left alive!"

Those assassins who were discovered did not flinch in their eyes. Just like the previous assassins who assassinated Fan Qingtian, they all came to assassinate Fan Qingtian with the determination to die. Before the revolution is successful, they will never give up the assassination Fan Qingtian's chance.

Buhai naturally understood that these assassins came for revenge, and they would not stop there if they did not kill them, so Buhai would not ask who was sent to assassinate Fan Qingtian, just kill them all. Just don't bother Fan Qingtian.

And Bu Hai, who was confident that he could resist these assassins who came to assassinate Fan Qingtian, didn't take these assassins seriously at all.

His eyes were cold, and Bu Hai had a murderous look all over his body, which was completely different from the expression he had when he was serving Fan Qingtian.

At the moment, the assassin fought with Fan Qingtian's bodyguard.

Flashes of light and flint, swords and swords flickered in the night sky, and the clanging sound of weapons clashing became louder and louder in the quiet night.

At the same time, both the assassin and the bodyguards were injured, and some were injured.

Bu Hai and the soldiers holding torches stood aside and watched.

Fan Qingtian is getting closer and closer to the emperor, so many people know that if Fan Qingtian returns to the palace, then the chances of them being able to kill Fan Qingtian will be even less.

Seeing that there were five or six times more people than before who came to assassinate Fan Qingtian, a dark coldness flashed across Bu Hai's eyes

However, Fan Qingtian's personal guards are all middle and high-level Yuanmen carefully selected by Buhai, and their combat effectiveness is also very good. Buhai is not worried at all that if there are too few people, he will not be able to defeat the many.

It is true that those who want to assassinate Fan Qingtian have the highest strength at the moment, and there are only a few people with high-level Yuanmai, and one of them is at the level of Lingmai, but facing so many guards with mid-to-high-level Yuanmai, At best, they could barely resist.

But in a short while, the ground was already full of corpses, and the number of assassins wearing night clothes decreased sharply.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the murderous aura became colder and colder.

"Kill, kill, I must kill that tyrant, eliminate harm for the people, and avenge our family!" The assassin in black, who was at the spiritual level, pierced the chest of a guard with a sword, and his eyes in the night Shouted with fierce eyes like a wolf.

The remaining assassins who were still alive fought against the guards with all their might.

Although the people on Buhai's side are formidable, it is very difficult to fight against more than twice as many people as the ratio. Even if they are not careful, they also lose seven or eight guards and fall in a pool of blood.

With haze in his eyes, Bu Hai scolded coldly, "You lingering fellows, come to assassinate my king every day, don't worry about it, I'm so tired of you!"

After saying that, I saw the dust whisk in Bu Hai's hand, and a strong inner force shot towards the black-clothed assassin at the spiritual level.

The life-threatening energy came to kill, the eyes of the Lingmai Assassin flickered with cold light, the sword in his hand was raised upside down, injecting his own internal force, and the sword exuded a transparent breath before Bu Hai's attack forced him to kill Shi Shi's fierce chop split Bu Hai's vigorous attack into two halves.

Immediately, Buhai's attack turned into nothingness and dissipated.

But Buhai's internal strength is higher than that of a junior spirit assassin. Although the spirit assassin resolved the crisis, his body was shocked by the powerful force and took a few steps backwards before stopping.

Bu Hai was not satisfied with this result at all, and immediately his figure swept away, and his five fingers were clawed towards the neck of the spirit vein assassin.

Naturally, the strength of an assassin at the level of Lingmai will not be so weak. The sword Lin in the hands of the Lingmai Assassin immediately assassinated Buhai.

Although Buhai looks old, but the killing momentum of the past has not been halved at all. With a flick of the dust whisk in Buhai's hand, the sword edge swung by the assassin with spiritual veins is wrapped around him. The internal force exuding a bear slapped the assassin's chest.

There was a trace of panic in the assassin's eyes, but he recovered quickly, his eyes froze, he bowed back, and raised the sword in his hand, his internal force shook the whisk in Bu Hai's hand, and the Lingmai Assassin dared not stop , The sword in his hand exploded again and shot two sword qi, forcing him to kill Buhai.

Originally, the assassin camp with spiritual masters sitting in the town could resist these guards, but now the spiritual assassin was restrained by Bu Hai, and the situation on the side of the assassins was sharply plunged into danger.

When the number of assassins was getting smaller and smaller, suddenly, a piercing cold wind with howling murderous aura entered the battlefield, blowing the ground and filling the air.

Under the deserted moonlight, white mist rose everywhere, and I saw a tall and straight figure walking slowly towards the place where Bu Hai and the assassin fought. Obviously, this figure wanted to go to Fan Qingtian's courtyard .

The person who came was shrouded in white mist and couldn't see clearly, but the terrifying murderous aura emanating from his body made people tremble involuntarily.

Walking step by step towards the direction of Fan Qingtian's room, the cold-killing figure ignored the assassins and guards who were fighting on the scene.

At a glance, it can be seen that the people in front of him are much stronger than the assassins who came to assassinate Fan Qingtian. With a cold face, Bu Hai slapped the spirit vein assassin fiercely, and then his figure flashed It is to force towards the figure that suddenly appeared.

A trace of doubt also appeared in the eyes of the spirit vein assassin, who is this person who suddenly appeared?Also came to assassinate Fan Qingtian?
But no matter who it is, as long as he is here to assassinate Fan Qingtian, he is on their side.

In a daze, Bu Hai's random slap towards the Lingmai Assassin was about to force him to kill the Lingmai Assassin, and when he came back to his senses, the Lingmai Assassin fully activated his internal force, and slapped it with raging fighting spirit in his hands. In the palm of Buhai's attack, he left.

The attack was resolved in an instant, but the corner of the Lingmai Assassin's mouth was also overflowing with blood.

Naturally, the assassin with Buhai's internal force can't resist the hard spirit veins, but the assassin couldn't avoid the situation just now, so he had to bear it down, but fortunately, the internal injuries caused were not too serious, and the wounds on his body that were scratched by Buhai were not too serious. Not very deep.

The Lingmai Assassin rolled his eyes and released a cold star. For revenge, as long as he can kill that damned tyrant, even if he wants to die, he will have no regrets!
The person who appeared suddenly broke the situation at the moment, and Bu Hai shouted coldly at the soldiers standing aside, "Stop this desperate person for me, kill him without mercy!"

(End of this chapter)