Volume 10, Chapter 809

Chapter 809

If a cultivator of Qian Nan's level were on the battlefield, I don't know how much damage he would cause to the other side. But now, he died at the hands of an assassin. This is the terrible TXT download of internal consumption.

The assassins rushed into the woods and chased Xiao Xiang and Xing Yuan who had escaped earlier.

Xing Yuan's spiritual martial arts were not much different from Qian Nan's. Even with Xiao Xiang, he ran very fast, but even so, they were still caught up by a dozen assassins.

There were fifteen or sixteen assassins in this wave, half of them were light cultivators and half were dark cultivators. When they found Xiao Xiang and Xing Yuan, the dark cultivators used shadow drifting to flash in front of them and blocked their way. The light cultivators followed and blocked their retreat. In just a moment, the assassins formed a double-teaming and encirclement of them.

Still no one spoke, the assassins stared at Xiao Xiang, their eyes flashing, and they all raised their knives at the same time, aiming at her.

There were so many assassins around, and Xing Yuan was the only one left by her side. It would be a lie to say that Xiao Xiang was not afraid, but her dignity as a princess did not allow her to beg for mercy, let alone show the slightest fear.

Surrounded by enemies, Xiao Xiang tried to stay calm. She took a deep breath and shouted, "Which of my brothers and sisters sent you? If you want to kill me, you must let me die with a clear mind!"

No one answered her question, and a dark spiritualist assassin shouted and took the lead, stabbing forward with a spiritual knife to take Xiao Xiang's neck.

Xiao Xiang didn't even see how the knife was thrust, and the tip of the spiritual knife had already stabbed close to her. She was horrified and instinctively took a step back. At the critical moment, Xing Yuan still drew his sword with all his strength and deflected the spiritual knife that was stabbing at Xiao Xiang. Then, he returned another sword and chopped the assassin's head.

The assassin held his sword up to block, and there was a clang of gold. A group of dazzling sparks suddenly appeared in the dark woods. The assassin's feet were pressed against the ground, and he slid back more than two meters before he stabilized his body.

Looking at the ground again, there were two long scratches, and the spiritual armor on the assassin's palm was directly shattered. Blood oozed from the cracked tiger's mouth and kept dripping to the ground along his fingertips.

The assassins around squinted their eyes, and the spiritual pressure at the scene began to double. Soon, the assassins slowly retreated, and at the same time, they put down the raised spiritual knives and put them behind their backs.

Before Xing Yuan figured out what the other party was going to do, all of a sudden, the assassins threw the spirit swords behind their backs out together. The spirit swords swirled in the air, with a sharp whistle, and flew towards Xiao Xiang and Xing Yuan from all directions.

If Xing Yuan was alone at this time, it would be easy for him to protect himself, but the key was that he had to protect Xiao Xiang. Seeing the flying spirit swords whistling towards him, Xing Yuan shouted loudly and used all his strength to continuously cast spirit martial arts skills.

There was a constant sound of jingling on the field. More than ten spirit swords flying over were blocked by the four spirit chaos he cast in succession. The spirit swords were hit by the spirit blades and bounced to the ground in the air. Before Xing Yuan had time to catch his breath, the assassins around him had already rushed up, picked up their own spirit swords, and attacked Xiao Xiang and Xing Yuan respectively.

Casting four spiritual chaos winds in one breath, even a spiritual cultivator of Xing Yuan's level would find it difficult to bear. Now he is in a state of exhaustion, and it is difficult to even protect himself, let alone rescue Xiao Xiang.

Seeing the assassin's spiritual knife getting closer and closer to Xiao Xiang, and Xing Yuan himself being firmly trapped by several assassins, he roared anxiously, but unfortunately there was nothing he could do.

Just when Xiao Xiang was in a desperate situation and her life was in danger, a Sichuan soldier suddenly appeared beside her. Everyone present, including Xiao Xiang herself, did not see clearly how he appeared.

This man moved like lightning, holding Xiao Xiang's waist. At the moment when several spiritual knives stabbed close to him, he jumped into the air. This jump, he jumped up two or three meters high. While he was still in the air, he took advantage of the situation to grab a tree branch, and his body swung outward again by inertia, holding Xiao Xiang and jumping out of the assassin's encirclement.

His series of actions were done in one go, as fast and agile as a spirit ape.

Suddenly, a Cheng Yaojin appeared halfway, and the assassins were stunned. Xing Yuan was also dumbfounded. After pausing for a moment, he thought that the princess was held hostage by the assassin. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair and beard were all stretched, and he roared and rushed towards the Sichuan soldier.

However, Xing Yuan was immediately blocked by the assassins around him. At the same time, the assassins separated seven people, holding spiritual knives, and walked towards the Sichuan soldier step by step.

The Sichuan soldier was wearing a black scarf and masked his face. He was not covered with spiritual armor and had no weapons in his hands. He looked like an ordinary soldier, but the assassins could feel that the spiritual pressure on this person was too strong, so strong that it made people feel terrified before they fought.

Who is this person? How could such a powerful master be hidden in the princess's ceremonial guard? Why was there no mention of this in their intelligence? The assassins were full of puzzlement, but their steps did not stop. Seven people spread out in a fan shape and slowly approached.

Not to mention that they couldn't guess the specific identity of this Sichuan soldier, even Xiao Xiang, who was rescued by him, was completely confused. She looked up blankly at the "little soldier" who was hugging her waist, and couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"

He didn't reply, but looked at the assassins who were walking over from the opposite side, and said slowly: "You are not my opponent, and don't force me to take action. At least, you can save your lives."

What a familiar voice! Xiao Xiang was startled and stunned for a moment. She suddenly widened her eyes and shouted in disbelief and astonishment: "You are..."

As soon as she said this, the Sichuan soldier's arms around her waist suddenly tightened, and then he lowered his head slightly and whispered in Xiao Xiang's ear: "Just keep it to yourself, but don't make it public."

Originally, she was still a little uncertain. After all, she was very familiar with his voice, but his accent was completely different. It was a standard Sichuan accent. However, after hearing him say this, she was sure that the Sichuan soldier dressed as the Wind King Tang Yin was right!

How could he be in Sichuan? How did he come to her side? Xiao Xiang was full of questions, but soon her confusion was replaced by anger.

Tang Yin's courage was too big. Not only did he come to Sichuan, but he also came to her side. Wasn't he afraid of being exposed?

Even she herself could not tell whether she was angry at Tang Yin for not taking Sichuan seriously or at him for playing with her own life.

At this moment, Xiao Xiang had forgotten all the assassins around her, and her mind was on the "Sichuan soldier" in front of her.

However, the assassin obviously did not want to give her the opportunity to get to the bottom of it. People shouted one after another, repeated the old trick, and threw the spirit swords in their hands again, shooting at the Sichuan soldier and Xiao Xiang.

"Hmph." He snorted and laughed softly, and he did not see any movement, but the spirit sword had magically appeared in his palm.

Squinting at the spirit sword flying upward, his spirit sword stabbed out continuously. A series of ding-dong sounds were heard in the earlobes, and all seven spirit swords bounced to the ground.

His sword was so fast that he stabbed seven swords in a row, but to others, it seemed as if he had only stabbed one sword, and this sword knocked all seven spirit swords to the ground.

Seeing this, the assassins' faces changed at the same time, and the figures approaching forward could not help but stop.

They had fought against many spiritual masters, but they had never met such a powerful and terrifying person as the one in front of them.

Rarely, the assassins felt a chill in their hearts. They stood in place, staring coldly at the Sichuan soldier, but they did not take the next step.

As time passed, the spiritual sword that fell on the ground began to make a sound, and white mist kept emanating from the blade of the spiritual sword. Due to the lack of spiritual energy for a long time, the shape of the spiritual sword began to change into an ordinary steel knife.

At this time, an assassin was the first to be unable to hold back. He rushed forward silently, rushed to a steel knife on the ground, stretched out his arm and grabbed it.

However, he had just held the knife in his hand, and the Sichuan soldier who was hugging Xiao Xiang had appeared in front of him without knowing when. The cold spiritual sword pierced his chest mercilessly, from his front heart, and the sword tip protruded from his back heart.

Silence. The scene was terribly quiet.

Plop! The assassin's body fell straight to the ground, his limbs twitched a few times before he stopped moving, and the blood that gushed out instantly dyed a large area of ​​the ground red. Almost at the same time, the assassins behind him also inhaled at the same time.

The opponent was a dark spiritualist, which they could sense, but the opponent was holding Xiao Xiang in his arms, so it was impossible for him to perform Shadow Drift, which means that he relied entirely on his own body skills to rush to his companion and then stab him to death with a sword.

The incredible speed of the sword, the even more incredible body skills, the speed was so fast that it was almost comparable to Shadow Drift.

There was no need to go over and fight any more, at this time the assassins had already lost the will to continue fighting. The opponent's strength was completely beyond their ability to cope with, and it was not just a matter of not fearing death and forcing a siege to kill them. Even if these assassins were all dead men, no one was willing to make a fearless sacrifice.

Everyone looked at each other and slowly retreated at the same time. Someone among them whistled sharply, and then the assassins scattered and rushed into the dense forest in all directions.

"We can't let them run away like this. Go and catch them..." Xiao Xiang finally came to her senses and pushed the Sichuan soldier's breastplate hard, shouting urgently.

The Sichuan soldier didn't mean to follow her orders. He said slowly: "That's your problem, but you have to remember one thing. This time, you owe me a life."

As he spoke, the Sichuan soldier let go of Xiao Xiang and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Xiao Xiang was unwilling to let him go. He reached out and grabbed the cloak behind him. In addition, Xing Yuan had already taken the lead and blocked his way. While looking him up and down, he shouted: "Who are you, sir?"