A gust of north wind blew violently, blew past an old laurel in the yard, and its fragrant petals flew down, "swelling" on the woman's sharpened shoulders. Ω

A thin and tall figure was surrounded by hundreds of powerful assassins of tall Kongwu, without fear in his eyes.

A gust of wind blew again and someone moved first.

The long sword was sharp and with a bloodthirsty smell, a black-clothed assassin was the first to rise up, with a neat sword technique and a ruthless move.

Mi Huang's eyes were like lightning, and his eyebrows raised, and his body as flexible as a fox quickly moved along the back of the knife. The sword brought the wind from the top and bottomed out, cutting the ribbon on her head with a swish, and the blackness dispersed. Mi Huang's face remained unchanged, and he immediately flew up and kicked heavily on the navel of an oncoming assassin. The assassin fell heavily, and all the assassins behind him fell to the ground like dominoes, with a loud "bang" sound, resounding throughout the aft. At the same time, his soft waist fell backwards, avoiding the blade from the other assassin's hand, stabbing the sword in his hand upwards, hitting the opponent's chest, and at the same time, blood splattered everywhere, blooming like flowers. His calf bent slightly, and he pushed hard, and suddenly broke a person's leg bone, his five fingers formed claws, and he made a sudden mistake. With a "click", someone's neck bone was instantly wrong, his body tilted, and he couldn't get up.

Screams around him were heard endlessly!

All the assassins who fell to the ground had their eyes ferocious before their death, and their eyes were full of disbelief!

The dark clouds dissipated and the moon was in front of the wind, and the laurel was fragrant in the wind. In such a quiet and remote palace, the woman's movements were like flowing water, and she was like eating and drinking water. She was so skillful that she seemed to have done it thousands of times. The breath of the sword seemed to be trained from the sea of ​​corpses and blood, solemn and violent, the blood spreading step by step under her feet, and the black one was flying behind her head, as if a black phoenix flag was waving in the wind.

The slightly petite woman in the assassin's encirclement turned into a phantom Shura. She shuttled and blew through the numerous assassins, raised her hands and fell, and was cruel and cruel.

If it weren't for her own eyes, Princess Wu wouldn't believe it. She blinked her eyes. Is this really the girl who has been kept under her nose for eight years, and can be bullied, and is weak and incompetent?

She still remembers that three years ago, the night before Mi Huang left Yingdu, she trembled beside the White Dragon Pool and knelt all night because she was afraid of her punishment.

What did you have in these three years that will make the once weak and bullied woman so powerful?

A sharp light flashed across the charming eyes of Princess Wu.

No matter what happens, such a big problem, she must not let her go easily today!

Otherwise, there will be endless troubles!

"Hurry up, rush up! Kill her!" Her eyes were red, and Princess Wu waved her jade hands repeatedly.

The sound of "swish" drawing the sword suddenly sounded. All the assassins who were originally wandering outside the encirclement pulled out their swords from their waists and rushed forward.

Her eyes flashed around the crowd. She had to grab one of them, otherwise she would only die if she continued to fight like this. However, there were too many assassins, and her fists could not match a hundred hands, let alone being in front of them and taking their lives.

The movements in my hands have not stopped, but my heart is getting heavier and heavier. If they are really caught by them today, they will definitely die.

"Cum, shoot her to death!" Princess Wu continued to order.

Countless sharp arrows hit the string with a "splash", and the silver arrows instantly aimed at the assassins and women fighting in the back court.

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Someone fell to the ground by arrows, but one, two, and three fell all of them were assassins. Mi Huang was holding a half-tied body of an assassin in his hand, blocking the feather arrows on his head, looking up at the black-clothed assassin with a bow on the high wall. He was slender and upright, and under the desolate moonlight, it looked like a jade carving of snow and moon. His eyebrows and eyes were exposed outside the black cover were cold. He slowly took out a silver arrow with a shiny arrow from the arrow bag, put on the bowstring, slowly pulled and shot, and there was only a whoosh to cut through the wind.

The arrow was firmly nailed to the feet of Princess Wu with a "knock" sound, which scared her and was so shocked that she was not possessed.

A shrill scream that broke through the throat cut through the remote palace.

Mi Huang looked at the person with a bright look, and a dazzling brilliance suddenly appeared on her face.

In such a short time, Si Jian found Ruo Ao Ziyan!

Very good!

Mi Huang quickly pulled out the sharp arrow from the assassin's chest, threw it backhand, and one arrow passed through the neck of Princess Wu, instantly bringing a blood line and scattering it.

"How is it? Is it okay to kiss the neck of death? Mother Mother?" Mi Huang sneered and pulled up another arrow. The sharp arrow was shining with cold light under the moonlight, and shook left and right in his hands. This time it was aimed at the chests of Princess Wu or Mi Zhao, which scared them to scream and did not dare to move at all. They did not have the bold words they had just said.

"Mi Huang... don't do it! I'll let you go!" Princess Wu said in a frightened manner, and Mi Zhao hid behind Qin Hong and Aunt Li in fear.

More than twenty men in black flew down and protected Mi Huang in the middle. One of them stood side by side with her.

Mi Huang happily held the visitor's hand and said, "You are here, Ruo Ao Ziyan!"

"Yes!" He looked down at him and held his hand. The other party nodded lightly and said no more.

Si Jian also took the opportunity to rush into them quickly and said, "Young Master, Princess, they are many people, let's retreat quickly!"

Mi Huang glanced at the people around him, and less than one-third of the other party.

His eyebrows and eyes sank, "Retreat!"

More than twenty men in black protected Mi Huang and the black collar and fought and retreated!

"I won't chase me!" Seeing that they were about to escape, Princess Wu, who had recovered from his composure, said again.

More than a hundred assassins rushed towards him in a half-encirclement, and walked through the hall from the backyard. Mi Huang held the man's hand, and the two kept running outward.

Seeing that the gate of Lenghua Palace was open and no one was guarding him, as long as he went out, he would not be afraid! Mi Huang was overjoyed. Just as he was about to step out of the gate, a huge uneasiness sounded like a drum, and it suddenly sounded from the bottom of his heart. Almost at the same time, her body was quickly pushed away, and a muffled groan sounded. When she turned around, she saw Ruo Ao Ziyan, who was masked in black, blocking the sudden sword for her. The flesh and blood were rolling on her right shoulder, and blood was covered in blood.

It turned out that from the very beginning, three assassins with great martial arts had been lurking on the beam. They just waited for her to escape from the Lenghua Palace and gave her the most fatal blow.

Only then did she feel scared that she was really obsessed with the words of Princess Wu today.

"Go away!" The man gritted his teeth and endured the sword wound on his shoulder, and said in a distorted voice. He pulled Mi Huang, who was still stunned, ran out. Si Jian and a few secret guards protected the two of them, while the rest were all left in the gate of Lenghua Palace.

The gate thundered and blocked from the inside, resisting all pursuits for them.
Chapter completed!