Tomin in The Alien World

At this time, the battle in the guild had already started. The number of assassins in black was not large, but they were all experts with exquisite cultivation. The royal guards brought by Yin Rou could not stop them at all. Some assassins had entered the main room of the guild where Yin Rou was located.

The main room is divided into upper and lower floors. Yin Rou's room is located in the middle of the second floor. Now she has left the room under the protection of Xiao Min, Aijia and more than a dozen close female bodyguards and retreated to the innermost end of the corridor.

In the corridor, there are hundreds of imperial palace guards waiting in strict formation. Looking at the narrow corridor, there are a sea of people, and there are all people.

The fight downstairs was getting closer and closer, and the guards' nerves were getting tighter and tighter. They looked at the stairs.

Shua, Shua, Shua!

Suddenly, several dark shadows ran up the stairs. These people were all covered with spirit armor and the weapons in their hands were also spirit soldiers.

The imperial palace guards are not weak, but they are still much worse than Lingwu experts. Seeing the enemy rushing up, hundreds of guards rushed up and attacked each other.

They came up quickly and fell down faster. In the blink of an eye, several bodyguards were swept by the spirit wave sent by the other party. Their blood splashed three feet and their heads were different.

There is a wide gap in strength between the two sides. Rushing up will only die faster.

The ancient Yue, who was mixed in the crowd, shouted: "don't fight close, open the distance and shoot an arrow!"

His voice was exhausted, but no one listened to his command. The imperial palace guards were not afraid of death and rushed forward regardless.

Hundreds of palace guards, let alone hurt their opponents. They didn't even stick to the assassin's side, so they were knocked down one after another. Some were killed on the spot, while others were seriously injured. In an instant, most of the hundreds of guards fell, and the rest couldn't stop each other.

The six assassins, who were as fast as an arrow, rushed to Yin Rou at the end of the corridor.

Guyue and Aijia looked at each other, crossed their hearts and hardened their scalp to meet them.

The two of them know that, let alone six assassins, it is very difficult for them to fight an assassin together, but they can't manage so much at a critical juncture. Their duty is to bite their teeth even if they are killed.

Both of them took out their swords. With the crisp noise of the clatter, their swords were held. Before they could stop, they each took a heavy kick in their chest. They looked like a broken kite. They flew backward until they hit the wall. They plopped twice. Guyue and Aijia fell to the ground and sprayed a mouthful of blood and water. They were weak and couldn't stand up.

Two thousand captains were knocked down by each other without even going face to face, which shows the strength of these assassins.

Xiao Min kept Yin and herself behind her. She held the sword of the sword after the sword, and asked, "what are you what? Why do you want to assassinate your highness?"

No one answered, no one even looked at her more, and the assassins focused on Yan Rou behind her.

Like a wolf, they saw the lamb with a terrible light in their eyes, and the six assassins stepped forward slowly.

"Kill --"

Yan Rou's more than a dozen bodyguards could no longer hold their breath and waved swords to meet them. The cultivation of these bodyguards was good, and they were also the last line of defense around Yan Rou, but there was still a big gap compared with the assassins. Only four of the six assassins were divided to stop them, and the other two continued to force Yan rou.

Xiao Min wielded enough aura to chop a heavy sword in the air, and the spirit wave roared out. The two assassins were down and easily avoided. At the same time, they were close to each other, one left and one right, and two knives stabbed Xiao Min's left and right soft ribs.

Scream! How fast! Xiao Min returned to the sword grid to block. The other party's knife was barely held, but its momentum was too strong. She couldn't resist it. She couldn't help retreating. Before her body stabilized, an assassin jumped close to her like a monkey, waved his arm and slashed three knives.

Xiao Min tried his best to parry. He was in a mess and couldn't get away anymore. He was entangled by the assassin.

Finally, the assassin walked unobstructed to Yan Rou and stood in front of her.

Looking at the assassin face-to-face from such a close distance, Yan Rou could even smell the strong smell of blood from each other. She was extremely afraid, but the princess's dignity made her unable to show any fear. She pretended to be calm, looked at the assassin's cold eyes without fear, and her sharp little chin also raised slightly.

Yan Rou is very beautiful. Her beauty is the kind of beauty that people can't ignore and unconsciously attracted by it. Especially now when she is strong on the surface and afraid inside, the fragile beauty can make any man feel heartache, even if she is hard hearted, she can be turned into soft around her fingers.

The knife in the assassin's hand had been raised high, but Yan Rou, who was opposite, didn't cut it down for a long time.

Seeing his expression, but his eyes gradually became deep, he slowly raised his other hand and stroked Yan Rou's cheek.

His palm was covered with a thick spirit armor, and blood was dripping down on it. Those were the blood of the guards.

Yan Rou watched helplessly, almost nauseous, but she didn't hide.

When the assassin's hand was about to put on her cheek, she obviously felt the assassin's body shake violently, and then the assassin's head slowly lowered.

Following his sight, Yan Rou suddenly saw a dark machete sticking out of the assassin's belly.

Of course, it is impossible for a man to grow a knife in his stomach. It is a knife that pierces from his back waist and protrudes from his front abdomen.

Ah! Yan Rou was surprised and hurriedly covered her mouth to cover her voice.

Until then, she saw an additional person behind the assassin, a spirit warrior with a black spirit armor and a long sickle.

When and how he appeared, Yan Rou didn't see clearly, as if he had been standing behind the assassin.

Buzz!

The black armor soldier swung the sickle in his hand and directly threw the assassin's body into the air, and then waved the sickle in his hand. With the crisp click, the assassin was cut in two by the blade, and the scarlet blood scattered from the air and splashed Yan Rou's face and body.

He didn't look at the body cut off by him more. His eyes full of black fog looked directly at Yan rou. Perhaps because of the obstruction of fog, his eyes were cold and without a trace of emotion.

Yin Rou fought a cold war, put his little hand covering cherry lips down, and said in a trembling voice, "Tang... Tang Yin!"

She hasn't seen Tang Yin wearing a spirit armor, but she can feel that the strange and terrible spirit warrior in front of her is Tang Yin. There's no reason, just a pure feeling.

Yes, except Tang Yin, no one's spiritual armor can be so completely black. It seems to be a part of the dark night.

Tang Yin didn't answer, handed the sickle to her right hand, stretched out her left arm, put her arms around Yan Rou's slender waist, and then ran straight to the assassin who fought with Xiao min.

Before people arrive, the knife comes first. A heavy knife from top to bottom cuts through the air and makes a harsh whistling sound.

The assassin reacted quickly and quickly parried with a crossbar.

There was only a click in the earrings, followed by a rumble.

It turned out that the strength of his knife was so strong that the wooden board under the assassin's feet could not bear the pressure and broke, causing his whole body to sink and fall to the first floor.

Tang Yin did not pursue, but threw a spiritual wave down in the air. No matter whether he hurt the other party or not, he held Yin Rou to meet the other assassins.

His joining virtually broke the balance between the two sides. The four assassins immediately appeared passive and were forced to retreat.

At this time, there was a great deal of noise outside the hall, and the sound of horses' hooves was everywhere. Vaguely, only people shouted and horses hissed, making a mess of porridge.

You can guess without looking. The guards in the city arrived. The four assassins looked at each other and withdrew together.

They acted decisively and neatly, and judged that it was even more difficult to kill Yan Rou in the current situation. If they delayed, the soldiers outside would only gather more and more. Even if their cultivation was more advanced, they would end up trapped and captured in the end.

They wanted to run, but Tang Yin didn't want to let them go. He put down Yin Rou and ran after them.

In terms of cultivation alone, the other party is not below him, and the speed is not inferior to him, but Tang Yin's shadow drift is too strange, especially in the dark, almost unlimited.

He flashed behind an assassin with a shadow drift. At the same time, he raised the sickle in his hand and smashed it with all his strength.

The assassin was unprepared. The idea of dodging just came into his mind, and the sickle was close.

Click!

The sword pole smashed firmly. The spirit armor behind the assassin was like a broken mirror and turned into pieces. At the same time, his whole body also flew forward under the impulse.

Plop! The assassin fell five meters before he fell to the ground. Before he got up, a mouthful of blood gushed out first.

Tang Yin stepped up to him with an arrow, pressed the sickle in his hand down against each other's neck, and said coldly, "don't move, unless you want your head to move!" As he spoke, he looked at the other three assassins.

Just at this moment of delay, the other three assassins had climbed over the courtyard wall of the guild hall and disappeared.

"It seems that your companions have abandoned you!" Tang Yin looked down at the assassin on the ground and snorted coldly. "Tell me your identity and who instructed you. I can consider not killing you or even letting you go!"

"Ha ha!" The assassin suddenly laughed. He was hit hard by Tang Yin, and his inner bend was hit hard. He knew he couldn't run away. He shouted wildly: "Tang Yin, you dog loyal to Zhan Hua, your time won't be too long!" With that, his eyes gradually lost their charm, and the spirit armor on his body also vaporized.

Zhan Hua is the name of the king of the wind country. No one in the wind country dares to call the king's name.

Tang Yin was stunned. When he recovered, the assassin's eyes were dead gray, and his spirit armor had been scattered, revealing his black tights.

"Damn it!" He gave a low scold, squatted down and pinched the assassin's neck. The other party's pulse stopped beating. His warm body was getting cold. Tang Yin tore off the scarf on his face. At this time, black blood flowed from the corners of the assassin's mouth and his face was black, which was a sign of poisoning.

It's inconceivable that Tang Yin's name is so deep.

The assassin died without any explanation. Tang Yin knew nothing about his identity and who ordered him. The result made him crazy.