I am the villain in the book

Behind him were Ning Yu Ke and the other three, and in front of him was a dark mass of assassins.

At first glance, Wei Changtian's situation at this moment was similar to just now, but in reality, it was a world of difference.

Because just now he could still move around in a small area, but now if he wanted to protect the lives of the people behind him, he couldn't dodge at all.

The rising dust and the sounds of fighting in the distance indicated that reinforcements had arrived at the periphery, and it was estimated that they would be able to fight their way here in less than ten breaths.

However, for Wei Changtian, these were also the most dangerous ten breaths.

The assassins, realizing that they had been "encircled", did not flee, nor did they try to break through, but instead charged towards the carriage at an even faster speed.

The midday sun shone on countless cold blades, and in an instant, they were in front of Wei Changtian.

"Clang!!"

The first urgent slash came down, and the refined steel long saber only lasted for a moment before breaking into two pieces.

Along with it, the assassin's left arm also broke.

Nine breaths.

As soon as one blade passed, several more blades came at the same time, each carrying immense internal force.

If he were more rational, Wei Changtian should have dodged at this time.

But he had already been blinded by rage, and he actually braced himself to meet the blades head-on. In the blink of an eye, the clothes on his upper body turned into flying rags, and white marks covered his inner armor.

In one exchange, blood splattered everywhere.

This time, it was Wei Changtian's blood.

Eight breaths.

The periphery of the "main battlefield".

From the east, west, and north, three groups of people in different clothes were fighting hard towards the carriage.

The yellow-clothed assassins resisted very stubbornly, seemingly trying to buy time for their companions to "complete their mission".

"Quick!! Someone come with me to break through and save Young Master Wei first!!!"

A blue-clad man who came to rescue shouted violently, and then, like a reckless bull, he ignored the flashing swords and shadows around him, and actually ran straight towards Wei Changtian's direction.

Several assassins wanted to stop him, but they were immediately knocked to the ground, and when they looked up again, their necks were already covered with knives and swords.

Realizing that resistance was hopeless, they did not hesitate to immediately bite open the poison that they had been holding in their mouths, and in the blink of an eye, they died from the poison.

Regardless of whether the mission was successful or not, they must not live.

Death warriors.

Seven breaths.

Inside the carriage.

Ning Qingyu slowly woke up from his coma.

He looked at the scene in front of him, but his expression did not show the slightest surprise or fear, and his eyes only contained endless coldness.

Ning Yu Ke was still standing in front of them, holding the long saber of the assassin who had just died, her eyes fixed on Wei Changtian's back, and tears were streaming down the corners of her eyes.

Six breaths.

A dignified "Great Demon Lord", had only killed Liu Yuanshan before.

Today was considered a massacre.

Five breaths.

"Pa!"

Bloody hands tightly grasped the blade of the Dragon Cry Saber, and the "spirit of dedication" that an assassin burst out with before his death finally forced Wei Changtian to abandon his saber.

"Chi la!"

The brief tugging added a new wound to his arm, but Wei Changtian didn't give an inch, not even frowning, and backhanded a punch on the opponent's left shoulder.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the latter's entire left arm was instantly separated from his body, as if it had been blown off.

This was the first time Wei Changtian had used the Heavenly Luo Fist, which was also a Heavenly-level martial skill, in actual combat.

Practiced to the "Thorough Realm", internal force can penetrate the body and explode.

Four breaths.

The number of assassins was getting smaller and smaller, but Wei Changtian's situation was getting worse and worse.

As the saying goes, an inch longer is an inch stronger.

Although the Heavenly Luo Fist was indeed extremely powerful, "fighting bare-handed against blades" was inherently disadvantageous.

What's more, he was fighting a group of blades.

Ning Yu Ke also saw this, and without the slightest hesitation, she immediately turned the long saber in her hand, grasped the blade tightly with both hands, and handed the hilt to Wei Changtian's side.

"Young Master Wei! Take the saber!"

Three breaths.

Perhaps Wei Changtian really had a strange understanding with this Princess Rou An.

Although Ning Yu Ke only said one sentence, "Take the saber", Wei Changtian seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Without even looking, he reached out and grabbed the hilt.

"Shua!"

The long saber instantly disappeared from Ning Yu Ke's hand, the blade cutting across her palm, leaving a deep wound that reached the bone.

Blood instantly stained her white dress, but she still only looked at Wei Changtian, even maintaining the posture of handing over the saber just now.

Two breaths.

"Swear to be loyal to the Prince!!"

The last of the Prince's guards who fought side by side with Wei Changtian finally roared and fell, desperately holding onto an assassin's leg before his death.

At this time, there were only five assassins left facing Wei Changtian directly.

Five against one, and their realms were similar.

This should have been a very disparate duel, but looking at Wei Changtian who had regained his saber, the five assassins took a half step back subconsciously.

Death warriors may not be afraid of death, but in the end, they are still afraid of power that they cannot defeat.

The last breath.

Nearly a hundred figures were rushing from all directions. From a time perspective, even if Wei Changtian didn't take action, it wouldn't be a big problem.

Even if he were a little more rational, he should have tried his best to leave these last five alive in order to find the mastermind behind the scenes.

However...

Wei Changtian still raised his saber. Under everyone's gaze, he gently waved it from left to right.

"Buzz!"

"Crack!!"

"Bang!!!!!"

Trembling, cracking, shattering.

The refined steel long saber could not withstand the force of this slash, and in the blink of an eye, it shattered into countless tiny fragments in the air.

Wei Changtian shook his head and casually threw away the empty hilt.

And along with the hilt, five masked heads fell to the ground.

Returning Dust Saber Great Perfection - Returning to Dust.

Azure clouds in the sky, yellow leaves on the ground. Autumn colors connect the waves, and cold mist is emerald green on the waves.

The scenery of Nanshan is still the same, and the mountains are dyed with red leaves.

When Wei Changtian first saw this scene, he never imagined that he would encounter such a thing as "assassination". He could only sigh -

What bad luck!

Forget it, just treat it as a rehearsal for facing the Liu family's revenge later.

At least, through this incident, he still discovered some shortcomings in his own security work.

"Young Master!"

"Lord Wei!"

"Young Master Wei!"

Three strong men rushed over in a hurry, ignoring Ning Qingyu who had already poked his head out of the carriage, and knelt down to Wei Changtian with "plop, plop".

These three men were dressed in yellow, blue, and red, respectively, and were obviously from three different forces.

Good heavens, are you guys putting on a traffic light show here?!

Wei Changtian didn't even look at them, and turned around to find the Dragon Cry Saber in a pile of corpses.

Ning Qingyu probably felt that it was inappropriate to leave his life-saving benefactor hanging here, so although he was a little weak, he still took the initiative to ask:

"Thank you, heroes, for saving my life, but I don't know who sent you here?"

"This..."

The three men looked at me, and I looked at you, all hesitant and speechless.

Until Wei Changtian said calmly: "What? Didn't you hear the Prince asking you questions?"

"Ah!"

The three of them no longer hesitated, and immediately lowered their heads and reported their identities.

"Suspended Mirror Division Dark Guard, Bai Jin, was ordered by Lord Zhenfu to secretly protect the Young Master!"

"Azure Robe Army Scout Camp, Zhang Dahu, was ordered by the General to also secretly protect the Young Master..."

"Heavenly Luo Sect Shadow Division, Gongsun Ke, was ordered by the Sect Leader to also, also secretly protect the Young Master..."

"..."

After the three men finished speaking, they still did not dare to get up, and continued to kneel like this.

Ning Qingyu knew that they were all here for Wei Changtian, and he couldn't help feeling a little bitter and even a little envious.

He hesitated for a moment and gently persuaded: "Young Master Wei, why don't you tell them not to kneel."

"Your Highness, you don't need to worry about them."

Wei Changtian snorted coldly, and scolded directly, not giving the three men any face:

"A bunch of trash."

The fighting in this chapter has changed to a first-time attempt writing style, I don't know how the readers feel reading it.