Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

"Assassin!" There was a sharp cry around the second prince, and then part of the people who had followed behind greeted the assassin, and part of them surrounded the second prince.

Ling Qingyu frowned slightly and said to Alan: "Go."

Many assassins jumped out of the people who had been cleared out, and they fought with the people of the second prince.

Ying Jiu guarded the two walking around from the side, but some of the pilgrims who were originally squatting on the side could not help but shouted out in fear, stood up and ran, and suddenly brought a crowd of headless flies. Scurrying around, the three of them immediately dispersed.

Ling Qingyu was hit by a sturdy woman and was about to hit a child. He turned around and was hit by a man again. He greeted him with a sword light. Before he could scream, his body was pulled into a warm embrace, and then a sharper sword light greeted the person.

The second prince stood on the steps in front of the temple coldly watching the fight in the square in front of him. The hand that supported the beauty on the waist of the beauties beside him pinched the beauty but did not dare to make a sound. When his eyes turned to the group of scattered and fleeing When he was a pilgrim, Chai Jinzhong's pupils shrank slightly, and then whispered: "Catch me here."

When he stood beside him, he looked at him and saw a black-clothed man guarding a woman at the edge of the melee. The sword light was cold, and he was beheading an assassin under the sword. Just as I was about to ask whether this was from the Wei Guogong's mansion or from the Zhenyuan Houfu's mansion, he saw that the man's sword light flashed off the arm of the guard of the Wei State government who had rushed past the tip of his knife and faced the woman in his arms.

Shi Ke's eyes suddenly tightened, and he turned his head to look at the smile that slowly floated at the corner of Chai Jinzhong's mouth, signaled to the two people next to him, and left the steps.

Wang Zuo grabbed Alan who had come from the crowd and handed it to the guards behind him, and the Kang family squeezed away from the crowd to meet Ying Jiu.

Yu Guangyan saw that Wang Zuozheng led the people away from the crowd and approached. Yingjiu's long sword grid blocked the knife that was slashing diagonally. The hilt of the sword twisted, twisting the knife away from its owner's hand, and then stabbing the person in the chest. , At the same time stepped back, and then put her hand on Ling Qingyu's waist, pulled her behind her, and pushed her in Wang Zuo's direction, and then stepped forward to meet a few people who were rushing forward.

Wang Zuo pushed away a person who had stumbled, and reached out to Ling Qingyu who was rushing by Ying Jiu's thrust. Just when the two hands were about to be connected, he stretched out an arm from the middle and twisted him instantly. He touched Ling Qingyu's arm and twisted.

Ling Qingyu let out a painful cry, and then his body was twisted in front of him, with a cold blade resting on his neck.

"Master!"

Hearing Wang Zuo's roar, Ying Jiu turned around, and saw a white-robed man standing a few steps behind him, twisting Ling Qingyu's arm with one hand to imprison her activities, and the other hand with a sword blade shining with cold light resting on her On his neck.

The two people who jumped off the steps, just a few ups and downs cooperated to kill the remaining assassins. The pilgrims around the white-robed man also ran away in panic, leaving a clearing. .

Seeing the other guards also slowly embracing him, Wang Zuo waved his hand behind his back gently, allowing the guards who were still in the crowd to protect Alan and follow the crowd and hide behind the crowd.

"Who are you? Why did you assassinate this palace?" Chai Jinzhong slowly walked down the steps and asked.

"His Royal Highness! We have nothing to do with the assassination, we just came to offer incense." Ling Qingyu cried, and winked desperately at Wang Zuo.

Your Highness? Wang Zuo was stunned, and then remembered the second prince who was following the new army supervising army, and unconsciously cursed Sheng Niang. If it is someone else, just report the name of Heishuiguan to give some face, but the second prince, if he said yes Yang Zhao's subordinates, I'm afraid it really has nothing to do with this assassination.

Ying Jiu fixed his eyes on the white-robed man, and the hand holding the sword hilt unknowingly oozes cold sweat. When he pushed Ling Qingyu out, Wang Zuo was just three steps behind him, and this man could actually be like this The distance was not noticed by him and robbed Ling Qingyu from it, and now he couldn't feel the fluctuation of his breath when facing this person. This person's martial arts was more than one level higher than him!

"Shangxiang?" Chai Jinzhong sneered and said: "Then why kill my guard?"

"We are legitimate defense! And you see," Ling Qingyu glanced at the body of the assassin killed by Yingjiu, and said, "We also helped you kill the assassin!"

"Really? I didn't see it, I only saw that he killed me, eh?" Chai Jinzhong looked at the corpse lying at the feet of Ying Jiu, and said, "Three people? In this way, you can still say that you and the assassin are not the same Huh?"

This is purely finding fault! Obviously Ying Jiu killed more assassins than your guards! Ling Qingyu's face turned pale unconsciously, and seeing Wang Zuo's face sinking, he quickly said: "It was too messy just now, and the person who hurt you by mistake is really embarrassed. Can we pay the pension? Your highness, please make a price! "While speaking, he signaled Wang Zuo to step back quickly.

"Oh?" Chai Jinzhong stopped, looked at Ying Jiu from a certain distance, and said, "Can I change my life with a little money?"

"I killed the people, what do you want?" Ying Jiu turned his head and looked at Chai Jinzhong. The martial arts of the white-robed man was higher than him. No matter what technique he used, he couldn't match his speed.

There was silence on the court, and even Ling Qingyu stared at Ying Jiu in a daze.

Chai Jinzhong was startled first, and then slowly laughed. He grew up so big. Except for his father, queen and mother, no one had ever spoken to him in this tone, and the eyes were cold without awe or fear. The look in his eyes without killing intent, as if he was just, eh? Yes, as if he was just an ant on the road!

Realizing this, Chai Jinzhong put aside his smile, and turned to a sneer, and said: "I am so courageous, I dare to speak to my palace like this, it's a good time!"

With a slight movement of Shi Ke's hand, the sword made a blood mark on Ling Qingyu's neck.

"Stop!" Ying Jiu shouted angrily, put the long sword on his neck, and turned to Chai Jinzhong and said, "I killed your person, and I will pay you my life, let her go!"

"Nine!" Ling Qingyu screamed unexpectedly.

"Haha, is it that easy?" Chai Jinzhong raised her finger and shook it, and said, "You can't die so easily! In this way, if you make three knives and six holes, I will spare her not to die."

"Speaking counts?" Ying Jiu slowly lowered his hands, staring at Chai Jinzhong and asked in a deep voice.

"What can you do if you count or not? Or, how about I kill her and let you go?" Chai Jinzhong asked with a sarcasm smile on her face and continued shaking her fingers.

"Nine!" As soon as Ling Qingyu shouted, he felt a tingling pain in his neck, and the words behind it were forced back by the compressed blade.

With a soothing and smile in his eyes, Ying Jiu looked back at Ling Qingyu, then turned back, facing Chai Jinzhong, and opened his coat with one hand, turning the hilt in his hand, and the point of the sword aimed at his lower abdomen.

Chai Jinzhong's fingers froze in his mouth unconsciously. Seeing the man's hand violently, the long sword pierced in from his abdomen, his face turned white, and then he held the hilt with both hands and tried harder, just listening. With a sound, the long sword pierced from his back, bringing out a **** flower.

Seeing Chai Jinzhong's pale face and sluggish expression, Ying Jiu's eyes showed a trace of contempt, enduring the severe pain, slowly withdrawing the long sword from his body, and said coldly: "Two holes."

Blood rushed out from the wound, but Ying Jiu didn't notice it. With a trembling of his hand, he threw the blood beads off the long sword, then turned the hilt of the sword upside down and aimed it at his lower abdomen again, and pierced it forcefully.

The severe pain struck again, Ying Jiu gritted his teeth and swallowed back with a sorrowful snort, and then squeezed his hands, only to hear a soft pouting, the sword blade pierced out of his back again.

The smell of blood rushed up from the depths of his throat, Ying Jiu pressed her mouth tightly, and the blood slowly overflowed from the corners of her mouth, and then slowly pulled out the sword blade again. Ying Jiu took the sleeve and wiped her mouth, and smoothly moved her mouth. He vomited blood on the sleeve, and then said with a smile, "Four holes."

There was no sound in the crowd, and Shi Ke's hand shook slightly without noticing it.

The blood was gurgling from the two blood holes on his open abdomen. He moistened the shirt that was still tied in his belt and drooped it down, then dyed the ground red along his thin pants and boots, but his back was still strong. Straight, with a relaxed smile on his face, once again shook the long sword, and after shaking off the blood beads, he turned the hilt upside down, this time aiming at the right lower abdomen. "Assassin!" There was a sharp cry around the second prince, and then part of the people who had followed behind greeted the assassin, and part of them surrounded the second prince.

Ling Qingyu frowned slightly and said to Alan: "Go."

Many assassins jumped out of the people who had been cleared out, and they fought with the people of the second prince.

Ying Jiu guarded the two walking around from the side, but some of the pilgrims who were originally squatting on the side could not help but shouted out in fear, stood up and ran, and suddenly brought a crowd of headless flies. Scurrying around, the three of them immediately dispersed.

Ling Qingyu was hit by a sturdy woman and was about to hit a child. He turned around and was hit by a man again. He greeted him with a sword light. Before he could scream, his body was pulled into a warm embrace, and then a sharper sword light greeted the person.

The second prince stood on the steps in front of the temple coldly watching the fight in the square in front of him. The hand that supported the beauty on the waist of the beauties beside him pinched the beauty but did not dare to make a sound. When his eyes turned to the group of scattered and fleeing When he was a pilgrim, Chai Jinzhong's pupils shrank slightly, and then whispered: "Catch me here."

When he stood beside him, he looked at him and saw a black-clothed man guarding a woman at the edge of the melee. The sword light was cold, and he was beheading an assassin under the sword. Just as I was about to ask whether this was from the Wei Guogong's mansion or from the Zhenyuan Houfu's mansion, he saw that the man's sword light flashed off the arm of the guard of the Wei State government who had rushed past the tip of his knife and faced the woman in his arms.

Shi Ke's eyes suddenly tightened, and he turned his head to look at the smile that slowly floated at the corner of Chai Jinzhong's mouth, signaled to the two people next to him, and left the steps.

Wang Zuo grabbed Alan who had come from the crowd and handed it to the guards behind him, and the Kang family squeezed away from the crowd to meet Ying Jiu.

Yu Guangyan saw that Wang Zuozheng led the people away from the crowd and approached. Yingjiu's long sword grid blocked the knife that was slashing diagonally. The hilt of the sword twisted, twisting the knife away from its owner's hand, and then stabbing the person in the chest. , At the same time stepped back, and then put her hand on Ling Qingyu's waist, pulled her behind her, and pushed her in Wang Zuo's direction, and then stepped forward to meet a few people who were rushing forward.

Wang Zuo pushed away a person who had stumbled, and reached out to Ling Qingyu who was rushing by Ying Jiu's thrust. Just when the two hands were about to be connected, he stretched out an arm from the middle and twisted him instantly. He touched Ling Qingyu's arm and twisted.

Ling Qingyu let out a painful cry, and then his body was twisted in front of him, with a cold blade resting on his neck.

"Master!"

Hearing Wang Zuo's roar, Ying Jiu turned around, and saw a white-robed man standing a few steps behind him, twisting Ling Qingyu's arm with one hand to imprison her activities, and the other hand with a sword blade shining with cold light resting on her On his neck.

The two people who jumped off the steps, just a few ups and downs cooperated to kill the remaining assassins. The pilgrims around the white-robed man also ran away in panic, leaving a clearing. .

Seeing the other guards also slowly embracing him, Wang Zuo waved his hand behind his back gently, allowing the guards who were still in the crowd to protect Alan and follow the crowd and hide behind the crowd.

"Who are you? Why did you assassinate this palace?" Chai Jinzhong slowly walked down the steps and asked.

"His Royal Highness! We have nothing to do with the assassination, we just came to offer incense." Ling Qingyu cried, and winked desperately at Wang Zuo.

Your Highness? Wang Zuo was stunned, and then remembered the second prince who was following the new army supervising army, and unconsciously cursed Sheng Niang. If it is someone else, just report the name of Heishuiguan to give some face, but the second prince, if he said yes Yang Zhao's subordinates, I'm afraid it really has nothing to do with this assassination.

Ying Jiu fixed his eyes on the white-robed man, and the hand holding the sword hilt unknowingly oozes cold sweat. When he pushed Ling Qingyu out, Wang Zuo was just three steps behind him, and this man could actually be like this The distance was not noticed by him and robbed Ling Qingyu from it, and now he couldn't feel the fluctuation of his breath when facing this person. This person's martial arts was more than one level higher than him!

"Shangxiang?" Chai Jinzhong sneered and said: "Then why kill my guard?"

"We are legitimate defense! And you see," Ling Qingyu glanced at the body of the assassin killed by Yingjiu, and said, "We also helped you kill the assassin!"

"Really? I didn't see it, I only saw that he killed me, eh?" Chai Jinzhong looked at the corpse lying at the feet of Ying Jiu, and said, "Three people? In this way, you can still say that you and the assassin are not the same Huh?"

This is purely finding fault! Obviously Ying Jiu killed more assassins than your guards! Ling Qingyu's face turned pale unconsciously, and seeing Wang Zuo's face sinking, he quickly said: "It was too messy just now, and the person who hurt you by mistake is really embarrassed. Can we pay the pension? Your highness, please make a price! "While speaking, he signaled Wang Zuo to step back quickly.

"Oh?" Chai Jinzhong stopped, looked at Ying Jiu from a certain distance, and said, "Can I change my life with a little money?"

"I killed the people, what do you want?" Ying Jiu turned his head and looked at Chai Jinzhong. The martial arts of the white-robed man was higher than him. No matter what technique he used, he couldn't match his speed.

There was silence on the court, and even Ling Qingyu stared at Ying Jiu in a daze.

Chai Jinzhong was startled first, and then slowly laughed. He grew up so big. Except for his father, queen and mother, no one had ever spoken to him in this tone, and the eyes were cold without awe or fear. The look in his eyes without killing intent, as if he was just, eh? Yes, as if he was just an ant on the road!

Realizing this, Chai Jinzhong put aside his smile, and turned to a sneer, and said: "I am so courageous, I dare to speak to my palace like this, it's a good time!"

With a slight movement of Shi Ke's hand, the sword made a blood mark on Ling Qingyu's neck.

"Stop!" Ying Jiu shouted angrily, put the long sword on his neck, and turned to Chai Jinzhong and said, "I killed your person, and I will pay you my life, let her go!"

"Nine!" Ling Qingyu screamed unexpectedly.

"Haha, is it that easy?" Chai Jinzhong raised her finger and shook it, and said, "You can't die so easily! In this way, if you make three knives and six holes, I will spare her not to die."

"Speaking counts?" Ying Jiu slowly lowered his hands, staring at Chai Jinzhong and asked in a deep voice.

"What can you do if you count or not? Or, how about I kill her and let you go?" Chai Jinzhong asked with a sarcasm smile on her face and continued shaking her fingers.

"Nine!" As soon as Ling Qingyu shouted, he felt a tingling pain in his neck, and the words behind it were forced back by the compressed blade.

With a soothing and smile in his eyes, Ying Jiu looked back at Ling Qingyu, then turned back, facing Chai Jinzhong, and opened his coat with one hand, turning the hilt in his hand, and the point of the sword aimed at his lower abdomen.

Chai Jinzhong's fingers froze in his mouth unconsciously. Seeing the man's hand violently, the long sword pierced in from his abdomen, his face turned white, and then he held the hilt with both hands and tried harder, just listening. With a sound, the long sword pierced from his back, bringing out a **** flower.

Seeing Chai Jinzhong's pale face and sluggish expression, Ying Jiu's eyes showed a trace of contempt, enduring the severe pain, slowly withdrawing the long sword from his body, and said coldly: "Two holes."

Blood rushed out from the wound, but Ying Jiu didn't notice it. With a trembling of his hand, he threw the blood beads off the long sword, then turned the hilt of the sword upside down and aimed it at his lower abdomen again, and pierced it forcefully.

The severe pain struck again, Ying Jiu gritted his teeth and swallowed back with a sorrowful snort, and then squeezed his hands, only to hear a soft pouting, the sword blade pierced out of his back again.

The smell of blood rushed up from the depths of his throat, Ying Jiu pressed her mouth tightly, and the blood slowly overflowed from the corners of her mouth, and then slowly pulled out the sword blade again. Ying Jiu took the sleeve and wiped her mouth, and smoothly moved her mouth. He vomited blood on the sleeve, and then said with a smile, "Four holes."

There was no sound in the crowd, and Shi Ke's hand shook slightly without noticing it.

The blood was gurgling from the two blood holes on his open abdomen. He moistened the shirt that was still tied in his belt and drooped it down, then dyed the ground red along his thin pants and boots, but his back was still strong. Straight, with a relaxed smile on his face, once again shook the long sword, and after shaking off the blood beads, he turned the hilt upside down, this time aiming at the right lower abdomen.