Chapter 66

At this time, the battle in the hotel had already begun. There were not many assassins in black, but they were all masters with superb cultivation. The royal guards brought by Yin Rou could not stop them at all, and some of the assassins had already entered Yin Rou. Download the TXT of the main room of the hotel where you are located.

The main room is divided into two floors. The room where Yin Rou lives is located in the center of the second floor. Now, she has left the room and retreated to the end of the corridor under the protection of Xiao Min, Ai Jia and a dozen female bodyguards.

In the corridor, there are hundreds of palace guards waiting in full formation. Looking around, the narrow corridor is crowded with people, and they are all packed together.

The sound of fighting downstairs was getting closer and closer, and the guards' nerves became more and more tense, and their eyes were all looking towards the stairs.

Swish, swish, swish!

Suddenly, several black shadows rushed up the stairs. These people were all covered in spiritual armor, and the weapons in their hands were also spiritual weapons.

The palace guards were not weak, but they were still far inferior to the spiritual martial arts masters. Seeing the enemy rushing up, hundreds of guards swarmed up and attacked the opponent.

They came up quickly and fell down even faster. In the blink of an eye, several guards were swept by the spiritual waves emitted by the other party. Their blood spattered three feet and their heads were missing.

There is a huge gap in strength between the two sides. If you rush forward, you will die faster.

Guyue, who was mixed in the crowd, shouted loudly: "Don't fight in close combat, keep your distance and shoot arrows!"

He yelled at the top of his lungs, but no one listened to his command. The palace guards were not afraid of death and still rushed forward regardless.

Hundreds of palace guards, not to mention hurting their opponents, were knocked to the ground one after another without even reaching the assassin's side. Some died on the spot, while others were seriously injured. In an instant, most of the hundreds of guards fell. The rest cannot stop the opponent.

The six assassins, as fast as arrows leaving the string, rushed towards Yin Rou at the end of the corridor as if they were in a deserted place.

Guyue and Ai Jia looked at each other, their hearts set on their side, and they faced him bravely.

The two of them knew very well that, let alone six assassins, it would be difficult for the two of them to fight one assassin together, but at this critical juncture, they couldn't control that much. Their duties were their duty, and they had to grit their teeth even if they risked their lives.

The two of them both drew their swords, and with a clanging sound, their swords were held up. Before they could take the move, they were each hit with a heavy kick in the chest. The two of them were like kites with broken strings, and their bodies fell back. They flew backwards and didn't stop until they hit the wall. With two plops, Guyue and Aijia fell to the ground, each spitting out a mouthful of blood. They were so weak that they couldn't stand up.

Two captains were knocked down by each other without even approaching each other, which shows the strength of these assassins.

Xiao Min defended Yin Rou tightly behind her. She held the spiritualized steel sword and asked sternly: "Who are you? Why do you want to assassinate Her Highness the Princess?"

No one answered or even glanced at her. The assassins' eyes were all focused on Yin Rou behind her.

They were like wolves seeing a lamb, their eyes shot out with frightening light, and the six assassins slowly pressed forward.

"kill--"

Yin Rou's dozen or so personal guards could no longer keep their composure, and all swung their swords to meet him. The cultivation of these personal guards is good. They are also the last line of defense around Yin Rou, but there is still a big gap compared with the assassins. Only four of the six assassins are separated to block them, while the other two continue to attack. Yin Rou forced her to go.

Xiao Min used his spiritual energy to strike out with a heavy sword in the air, and the spiritual wave roared out. The two assassins lowered their bodies and easily evaded. At the same time, the two of them got closer, one on the left and the other on the right, and stabbed Xiao with two knives. Min's weak spots.

It's so fast to scream secretly! Xiao Min returned her sword to block. She barely managed to block the opponent's sword, but its impact was too great for her to resist. She involuntarily stepped back. Before she could stabilize her body, an assassin jumped like a monkey. She stepped forward, waved her arms, and slashed three times.

Xiao Min tried his best to resist, but he was in such a miserable state that he could no longer get away and was tightly entangled by the assassin.

Finally, the assassin walked up to Yin Rou without any obstruction and stood in front of her.

Looking at the assassin face to face at such a close distance, Yin Rou could even smell the strong smell of blood coming from him. She was extremely scared, but the dignity of the princess prevented her from showing any fear. She pretended to be calm. His eyes met the assassin's cold eyes without fear, and his pointed chin was slightly raised.

Yin Rou is very beautiful. Her beauty is the kind of beauty that people can't ignore and are unconsciously attracted to. Especially now when she is strong on the outside but afraid on the inside, that kind of fragile beauty can make any man fall for her. Heartache, even a heart of stone can be turned into softness around the fingers.

The knife in the assassin's hand has been raised high, but Yin Rou has not cut it down.

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

His palms were covered with thick spiritual armor, and there were traces of blood dripping down from them. Those were the blood of the guards.

Yin Rou watched helplessly, almost nauseated, but she did not hide.

When the assassin's hand was about to touch her cheek, she clearly felt the assassin's body shake violently, and then his head slowly lowered.

Following his line of sight, Yin Rou suddenly saw a dark scimitar protruding from the assassin's abdomen.

Of course, it is impossible for a knife to grow in a person's belly. It is a knife that penetrates from the lower back and protrudes from the front abdomen.

ah! Yin Rou was startled and hurriedly covered her mouth to muffle the cry she was about to make.

Only then did she see another person behind the assassin, a spiritual warrior covered in black spiritual armor and holding a long scythe.

Yin Rou didn't see clearly when he appeared or how he drew the sword, as if he had been standing behind the assassin all along.

Buzz!

The black-armored warrior swung the scythe in his hand and threw the assassin's body into the air. Then he waved the scythe in his hand. With a crisp click, the assassin was cut into two by the blade. Scarlet blood scattered from the air and splashed. Yin Rou's face is full of emotions.

Without glancing at the corpse that he had chopped off, his eyes covered with black mist looked directly at Yin Rou. Perhaps because of the obstruction of the mist, his eyes were cold and emotionless.

Yin Rou shuddered, lowered the hand covering her lips, and said in a trembling voice: "Tang... Tang Yin!"

She had never seen Tang Yin wearing spiritual armor, but she could feel that the strange and terrifying spiritual warrior in front of her was Tang Yin. There was no reason, it was just a pure feeling.

That's right, except for Tang Yin, no one's spiritual armor can be so completely black, as black as a part of the dark night.

Tang Yin did not answer. He handed the sickle to his right hand, stretched out his left arm, hugged Yin Rou's slender waist, and then ran straight towards the assassin who was fighting Xiao Min.

Before anyone arrived, the knife arrived first. A heavy knife struck from top to bottom, cutting through the air and making a harsh whistling sound.

The assassin reacted quickly and hurriedly parried with his sword.

There was only a clicking sound in the helix of the ear, followed by a muffled roar.

It turned out that the force of his knife was too great, and 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 downwards in the air. Regardless of whether it hurt the opponent or not, he hugged Yin Rou and faced the other assassins.

His joining invisibly broke the balance between the two sides. The four assassins immediately seemed passive and were forced to retreat step by step.

At this moment, there was a lot of people outside the hotel, the sound of horse hooves could be heard everywhere, and only the faint sound of people shouting and neighing could be heard, making it a mess.

You can guess without looking that the city guards have arrived. The four assassins looked at each other and then retreated out together.

They acted decisively and swiftly. They judged that it would be extremely difficult to kill Yin Rou under the current situation. If the delay continued, more and more soldiers would gather outside. No matter how advanced their cultivation was, in the end, they would be unable to kill Yin Rou. They will also end up being trapped and captured.

They were about to run away, but Tang Yin didn't want to let them leave. He put down Yin Rou and chased after them quickly.

In terms of cultivation alone, the opponent is not inferior to him, and his speed is not inferior to him, but Tang Yin's shadow drift is so weird, especially in the dark night, it is almost unrestricted.

He used his shadow drift to instantly dodge behind an assassin. At the same time, he raised the sickle in his hand and slammed it down with all his strength.

The assassin was caught off guard, and as soon as he had the thought of evading, the scythe was already approaching.

Click!

The blade struck so hard that the assassin's spiritual armor on his back was shattered into pieces like a broken mirror. At the same time, his whole body was also driven forward by the force.

thump! The assassin fell more than five meters before he landed. Before he could get up, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Tang Yin stepped closer to him, pressed down the sickle in his hand, pressed it against the opponent'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.

In just this moment of delay, the other three assassins had already climbed over the hotel's courtyard wall and disappeared without a trace.

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

"Haha!" The assassin laughed suddenly. He was hit hard by Tang Yin and suffered severe internal injuries. Knowing that he could not run away, he shouted crazily: "Tang Yin, you are a dog loyal to Zhan Hua. , your time won’t be long!” After saying this, his eyes gradually lost their charm, and the spiritual armor on his body also vaporized.

Zhanhua is the name of the king of the Feng Kingdom. No one in the Feng Kingdom dares to call the king by his first name.

Tang Yin was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, the assassin's eyes were already deathly gray, and the spiritual armor on his body had fallen away, revealing a black tights.

"Damn it!" He cursed lowly, squatted down, and pinched the assassin's neck. The opponent's pulse stopped beating and his warm body was getting cold. Tang Yin fiercely pulled off the towel on his face. At this time, the assassin Black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his face turned black and blue, which was a sign of poisoning.

It was incredible to Tang Yin that a spiritual cultivator with such profound cultivation was willing to commit suicide by taking poison.

The assassin died without explaining anything. Tang Yin had no idea about his identity and who ordered him. This result made him crazy.