The sharp arrow flew through the air and took the prey straight.

Neither Zhao Liu, Fu Jingtao, nor the masked man who suddenly appeared, they expected such an accident. Zhao Liu screamed, his heart tightened, for fear of shooting people to death with one arrow. But Fu Jingtao immediately picked up the bow and arrow, and then another arrow shot quickly!

The masked man caught off guard and subconsciously lowered his body. With a muffled sound, blood was shot on his shoulders. He had already taken an arrow and cried out in pain: "Take it!" Before he finished speaking, the sharp arrow shot by Fu Jingtao came, penetrated his chest and back, nailing him to the ground.

Zhao Liu was shocked and angry: "Fu Jingtao, why are you..."

Suddenly, when anger roared, five black shadows flew out from behind the forest, and the cold light shone in their hands, as if they were a group of murderous hungry wolves, rushed towards the two of them. They were all covered with black cloth, with cold eyes, quick and powerful actions, and adopted the strategy of encirclement and attack, and they were cold-blooded and ruthless killers at first glance.

Zhao Liu's heart sank into the bottomless abyss, and he was careless! He thought it was very safe in the hinterland of Xuanyuan Gate and did not need to be protected by experts, but there was still an assassin who dared to take the risk of assassination. As a princess of the Song Dynasty, she knew how valuable her head was. If the other party could successfully assassinate her, it would definitely hit the morale of the Song Dynasty and damage Zhao Kuangyin's prestige. An emperor could not even protect his own sister, let alone protect the people under his control.

No, she can't die!

She still has arrows in her hand!

Zhao Liu's mind has never been so clear for a moment, his eyes are firm and calm, and the qi and blood in his body suddenly burst out, his hand speed instantly breaks through the limit, and he shoots three arrows in a row. The arrows are almost connected to the head and tail, and they shoot hard towards a knife-holder on the far right.

At the same time, Fu Jingtao unhesitated and continuously fired arrows. The arrows went like a sudden rain, covering the three masked men rushing in front. The next moment, he jumped out and rushed towards the enemy at full speed, as if a tiger descending the mountain was facing the provocation of the group of wolves.

He had extraordinary eyesight and saw at first glance that the masked man in the lead had a sharp blade in his hand. It was clearly a bad intention, so he shot him decisively. These masked man must have made plans to escape immediately after one strike, and it was impossible for him to leave a living person to investigate. If he was alone, he could still use the complex terrain to deal with the assassins, but with Zhao Liu beside him, he could not escape the enemy's pursuit.

He didn't want to die here, nor did he want to bury silently under the rotten leaves. The only way to break this sudden death situation is to kill all the enemies.

Either live or die, there is no way to compromise.

Since it is a battle of life and death, the brave will win when we meet on a narrow road.

Under the heavy pressure of death, he completely stimulated the potential in his body, and his mind became cold like snow, without sorrow or joy, without fear and fear. He outlined the posture, direction, speed and angle of attack in his mind, and his brain power was crazily running, deducing the opponent's next move, predicting the maximum possibility of their attacks and the order of attacks in succession, and then performing nearly cold calculations.

These assassins could not find out the reality of the Martial Saint Hall, and would not know what he had gained in this month. They would most likely misjudgment and seriously underestimate his strength.

As long as the other party is contemptuous, there is a chance to win in danger.

This is destined to be a short and fierce encounter, and there is no mistake in every move.

Die if you make a mistake.

The assassins originally planned to sneak around and then take action at the same time to crush the target with the force of Mount Tai. However, the traces were revealed. The leader of the leader was shot and killed as soon as he appeared, forcing others to launch in advance.

The five assassins have long and near positions, light skills and body skills, and their hands are short weapons that are conducive to personal collection. The cold blade has been stained and has been poisoned.

They were struggling to guard the nearly month of the mountain, and finally waited for the target to appear, which made them ecstatic. What's even better is that the target actually went out of the city to hunt, and the lack of protection from masters around them was a god-given opportunity. When did they not take action?

They had assassinated countless powerful people, but they didn't take the young men and women on the other side seriously. Thinking of the generous rewards after winning, everyone was excited.

The cold wind roared, and the rain of arrows shot in front of him, and each arrow was aimed at the vital points in front of him.

The people who were greeted by the Rain of Arrow couldn't help but shout, either sank to the ground to dodge, or swing their swords to block the situation, and their momentum was suddenly frustrated.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!

Feather arrows were knocked away by the cold light.

Just as the other party was ignorant of resisting the rain of arrows, Fu Jingtao rushed towards him like a ghost, and sent a short bow forward with his hand. The shocking spear suddenly burst out. The bow was slightly stabbed like a spear tip, and it inserted into the lower abdomen of an assassin in the middle, and then pulled it out with blood and blood.

The assassin let out a deafening scream, his eyes bulging, and the pain was as if the evil ghosts were angry.

Fu Jingtao decisively abandoned his bow and kept rushing. His shoulder hit the assassin's chest. With a muffled bang, he knocked the assassin who was struggling to fly across the line, like a human-shaped giant tree hitting the two opponents following him, forcing them to dodge.

At the same time, he turned around and twisted his waist, turned his left palm into a knife, and slashed heavily on the right arm of the assassin beside him. The knife force burst out at the moment when the skin touched, and a cracked sound of bone cracking sounded under his palm. The assassin was so painful that he was so angry that he swept across his legs without thinking, kicking his opponent's vital vagina.

Fu Jingtao rolled on the ground, held the dagger with iron-cut like mud in his hand, and swept it against the ground. The light of the knife flashed, his legs were broken and blood splattered, and another assassin cried and fell to the ground.

Before Fu Jingtao could jump up, the fourth man took a look at the gap and kicked him in the head.

The evil wind came, and Fu Jingtao rolled and dodged desperately, bang! He was hit hard on his back, and his internal organs were in pain, and he spewed out a mouthful of blood.

The last person saw the cheap, sneered and leaned over and stabbed him.

Seeing the sword light stabbing, Fu Jingtao stretched his head and half raised his body. The dagger in his hand quickly came forward like lightning. The two swords intersected, and with a light click, the assassin's short knife broke into two pieces. Fu Jingtao's dagger kept casting, inserted into his lower abdomen and dantian, and blood sprayed.

In the blink of an eye, he had killed three people in a row, with sharp and decisive moves.

The remaining three assassins were red in their eyes. They were supposed to be a sure thing, but they were facing the fate of failure? For the killers, failure means death. They were not willing to die in vain and vowed to drag the cold and demon-like boy to die together!

The only uninjured assassin rushed forward, taking advantage of Fu Jingtao's unfinished standing up, and slashed straight down with a knife to his forehead. The assassin with his broken right arm pounced at almost the same time, whipping away with a whip leg, blocking Fu Jingtao's dodging route. The two cooperated tacitly and wanted to tear their opponents into pieces on the spot.

The murderous aura was filled with anger, and I couldn't take care of it.

Only two harms can be balanced and the lighter.

Fu Jingtao, as he was trying to get a whip, pulled out the dagger and shook his wrist and threw it. A cold light flashed, and the sharp blade penetrated into the assassin's heart. The distance between the two sides was too close, and the assassin's heart chilled, and his whole body dissipated instantly. The short knife took off his hand and inserted it into the mud.

At this moment, a storm of wind suddenly heard a swaying wind, and a feather arrow penetrated deeply into the assassin's vest with his right arm broken.

It was Zhao Liu! At the critical moment, she did not miss the shot.

The assassin was shot in his vest and spurted a mouthful of blood. The force on his legs faded. He swept Fu Jingtao's arms and kicked him more than a foot away, falling into the grass. The assassin shook his body, leaning down softly, and then died.

"Fu Jingtao!" Zhao Liuda shouted and jumped up.

The remaining broken-legged assassin laughed bitterly, stabbed his chest with a backhand sword, and broke it on his own.

From Zhao Liu's archery injury to the enemy, to the last assassin committing suicide, rabbits rise and fall, life and death change hands, it only took a few blink of an eye to come to an end.
Chapter completed!