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This group of guards were carefully selected by the Imperial Guard, and dare not say that one is equal to ten, but for ordinary soldiers, it is no problem to choose one or two.
But even at this level, they are still incompetent when facing these assassins. This group of assassins is not only reaching out, but more importantly, they cooperate with each other extremely tacitly, as long as someone has the opportunity to break into the defense circle. In the inner layers of his life, they even opened the way for him at the cost of their own lives.
The black-clothed man named the leader was ruthless, and in the blink of an eye, the three guards who were in his hand were killed, and he himself rushed into the innermost layer of the defense circle.
"Protect the lord!" The guard roared, and the defense in the inner circle tightened. The five guards took a desperate stance to stop the black-clothed leader.
Only eleven or two assassins were able to rush down the cliff alive, and under the siege of more than fifty guards, they soon fell into a disadvantage.
The black-clothed leader rushed into the innermost layer of the defense circle with a vigorous momentum, but after the guards in the inner circle began to work hard, the speed of his advance slowed down.
"I'll meet you!" The black-clothed leader was startled, and a long spear stabbed diagonally from behind to take his heart.
He dodged and ducked, holding a long knife in his hand, raised his head, and faced Qi Yuxuan's stern face.
"Qi Yuxuan?!" The black-clothed leader took a deep breath.
How could Qi Yuxuan, who was supposed to be dead, appear here? If he's still alive, doesn't that mean all those who ambushed him are dead?
That was for decades, and the foreigners managed to sneak into the dark line of Daliang Kingdom with great difficulty. didn't expect that he would not be able to kill him. For a while, the black-clothed leader only felt ashes.
Qi Yuxuan wouldn't care if the black-clothed leader fell into a low cháo, just as the so-called take advantage of his illness to kill him, he flicked the spear in his hand, pulled out a spear flower, and took him straight to his face.
The black-clothed leader was a battle-hardened leader, and he fell into a depression for a while, but quickly recovered. It's meaningless to consider those things, now the only thing he can do is to kill Qi Yuxuan!
God jīng was shocked, the black-clothed leader's eyes flashed, and a resolute expression appeared on his face.
As long as they can desperately kill Qi Yuxuan, their sacrifices will be worthwhile!
Figured this out, the black-clothed leader's swordsmanship suddenly became sharp, and he assumed a posture of perishing together.
Qi Yuxuan looked solemn, the spear in his hand was like an arm and a finger, every move was calm and atmospheric, and he firmly blocked the attack of the black-clothed leader.
Xu Ziyu also rushed into the group of foreign assassins. His grappling technique was very effective in melee combat. The assassin who fought with him was unfamiliar with his moves. Sword pierce.
With fifty or sixty people fighting together, even if Xu Ziyu wanted to rush to Qi Yuxuan's side, it would be difficult to do so.
Just now, Qi Yuxuan relied on the power of the spear, and he could open a passage by sweeping the barrel of the spear, but before Xu Ziyu squeezed past, the people on both sides quickly sealed the passage, and the angry Xu Ziyu cursed inwardly.
At this moment, Qi Yuxuan was at the innermost part of the battle circle, only a few people away from the prince's carriage, while Xu Ziyu was in the middle of the battle circle, cooperating with the guards around him, besieging two or three assassins who had gathered together.
Xu Ziyu watched Qi Yuxuan and the black-clothed leader fight from afar, and he couldn't help feeling restless.
He threw the assassin in front of him by throwing his backhand over the shoulder. Xu Ziyu avoided the melee of these people as much as possible, and rushed towards Qi Yuxuan's side. In the original book, Qi Yuxuan died here. The ominous premonition he had just now made him unable to feel at ease.
Qi Yuxuan and the black-clothed leader were fighting vigorously, and no one noticed that no figure was rushing towards the black-clothed leader's back.
All the attention of the black-clothed leader was on Qi Yuxuan, and he couldn't be distracted to defend others. Therefore, he didn't realize that he was being plotted until he was stabbed in the back, and he kicked the attacker out from behind with his hand and kicked out. He suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and when he looked down, a stained man appeared on his chest. Bloody spear point.
The black-clothed leader's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at the tip of the gun on his chest, unable to rest his eyes!
He led so many foreign warriors, but he did not expect to fall into the trap of the Daliang people in the end. He raised his head hard and looked at the black-clothed corpses that fell to the ground. The black-clothed leader stretched out his hand hard - he There was no longer a chance to lead these warriors home.
The hand finally fell, and the black-clothed leader's body fell to the ground, his eyes staring blankly into the distance.
Those black-clothed assassins lost their lives under the siege of the prince's guards and the soldiers of the Peaceful West Army, but after a cup of tea, the battle subsided.
"Your Highness, are you alright?" Qi Yuxuan asked through the carriage's curtain.
"It's over?" Li Xiaolin's voice trembled a little.As a professional scoundrel, he heard the sound of fighting outside just now. It was different from the battle at Zikou Pass. This battle really happened beside him. The sound of swords colliding with each other.All kinds of screams and wailing were all irritating, and he was cautious.