Chapter 470: Horses trample on Kyoto, sword rises and the country is destroyed
“Ruoruo, he...he...is really dead?”
Up to now, Lin Waner still looked in disbelief. expression.
"Is that still true? I saw with my own eyes that he fell from the rockery pavilion into the bamboo forest and became silent."
As Fan Ruoruo explained, he listened attentively to the people in the front yard and on the street. Crying to kill.
"Hurry up, you must escape before Haitang Duoduo and Yan Xiaoyi react. If they take them hostage and my brother throws a trap, things will be difficult to handle."
"But ..."
"Stop it, let's go quickly."
Ye Ling'er put more force on her hands, trying to make Lin Wan'er move faster, but she ignored one thing, don't tell her. Compared with Lin Wan'er, she was even inferior to Fan Ruoruo's physique. She had experienced the pain of losing her father the day before yesterday. She had been trying hard to survive until today. She wanted to stab Chu Pingsheng to death with her own hands. Now that she had no motivation to hold on, her anger dropped and her whole body became... After missing three points, he suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.
“Wan’er!”
Ye Ling'er hurriedly turned around, took her best friend's hand to help her up, and was about to carry her out, thinking about carrying her out, but found that Fan Ruoruo stayed where she was, not moving, so she raised her eyes to look at her.
As soon as we entered the courtyard, the blood-stained lanterns flickered to the floor, illuminating countless dead bodies.
They were all people wearing the uniforms of the Overwatch Council, and their blood was almost like a river, flowing all over the courtyard.
The draft passed through the hall, bringing with it a pungent smell of blood.
Ye Ling'er quickly blocked her best friend behind her to prevent her from seeing the tragic scene ahead. In front of the Chu Mansion gate where the candlelight flickered even more, two masked men in black stood at the threshold. , further away were the rapidly flashing shadows of swords and swords. From time to time, people fell to the ground, and screams came one after another.
"This is..."
A bloody hand grabbed Fan Ruoruo's ankle, which made her tremble. She quickly pulled away and kicked the other person.
The man turned over, and by the light of the lantern, she vaguely recognized his identity.
"The First Division of the Overwatch Council is hosted by Zhu...Master Zhu?"
"This is...a...trap..."
After Zhu Ge finished speaking, he took his last breath, straightened up, and died.
In the piano platform on the west side of the third courtyard, Li Yunrui looked at the man in black who was kneeling on one knee in front of the astonished Zhan Tongtong. He claimed to be Tan Wu, the general of the Northern Qi general, and gently Sighed.
At the same time, in the attic of the study room, Wang Xi used an opportunity to bypass Begonia Duoduo, jumped out of the window, swung up the eaves with his hands, turned over and landed on the roof, and only glanced forward. The whole person was stunned.
A bloody long sword was slowly being pulled out from the elder brother's throat. With a pop, Yun Zhilan knelt on the ground and barely raised his hand, as if he wanted to explain something to him, but in the end he just Opening his mouth, he fell forward and rolled down the eaves.
“Big brother!”
Wang Xi quickly stepped forward and hugged the person.
At this time, Haitang Duoduo also came to the roof from the attic. She looked at Yun Zhilan's body and shook her head slightly: "My husband said that he should be spared for Sigu Jian to collect the body."
Two. The masked man in black didn't say anything. He sheathed his long sword and jumped to the ridge of the roof, quickly blending into the vast night.
Yan Xiaoyi walked to her side holding the wound, glanced at the Qintai in front of her left that was not affected by the war, and said: "What are the origins of the two swordsmen just now?"
" You have to ask him.”
Haitang Duoduo pointed towards the night sky.
Wang Xi and Yan Xiaoyi raised their heads together, and saw a dark shadow like a night devil quickly passing over the heads of the three of them and casting towards the northeast of Kyoto City.
It seems...the black shadow is holding someone in his hand.
……
Tap tap tap tap……
Huchi, wheeze, wheeze...
On Fuzheng Street east of the Minister of War, Gao Gao carried Fan Xian, who suffered rib fractures from the White Ape's blow, and fled north, followed by the White Ape who was chasing after him. , thanks to the constant rush of people from the Overwatch Council on both sides to die... no, to protect the two of them, otherwise they would have been overtaken by that crazy beast long ago.
This state lasted for half a mile. As rows of figures appeared at the intersection ahead, Gundam let out a long sigh of relief and looked happy.
"Stop it, the white ape behind."
With his order, the guards on standby on the opposite side all drew their swords and rushed towards King Lanling with murderous intent, their swords flashing. Glittering under the moonlight, the whole street was shaking. In terms of pressure alone, a heavy armored cavalry force of several thousand people was probably not as strong as these people.
In fact, it's normal, because they are Tiger Guards built by Fan Jian with a lot of money from the treasury. There are a hundred people in total, and each of them is an eighth-grade master. A leader like Gundam is even a peak eighth-grade master.
Before the mission went north, Fan Xian brought four Tiger Guards with him. One of them died, one was stupid, and the other became deaf. Only the Gundam was intact, so now there are less than a hundred. In Fuzheng Street, there are only nine out of ten. Early teens.
Originally, these people were arranged by Fan Jian and Chen Pingping to confront the red cavalry guarding the palace. Now the battle situation has changed. In order to save Fan Xian's life, Gundam can no longer control it so much.
There are more than ninety eighth-level masters. Even if Bai Yuan is the strongest ninth-level master in Chu's life, there is no way he can be their opponent.
Generally speaking, a ninth-level master is as powerful as seven or eight eighth-level masters. Ninth-level masters like Lang Tao and Yun Zhilan are stronger, counting eleven or two, but Tiger Guard is different from Ordinary eighth-level masters have practiced combined attack skills, so even Yun Zhilan can at most challenge the Eight Tiger Guards head-on.
The White Ape is stronger and can defeat thirteen Tiger Guards, which is enough to beat the sky. But you must know that there are ninety-two Tiger Guards in Fuzheng Street. A few more White Apes will die of hatred.
Calculating that he had enough combat power, Gundam slowed down and took the opportunity to look back, only to see the White Ape facing ninety tiger guards without any fear. The long sword behind him, which was longer than an ordinary long sword and had a slight arc, jumped up, splitting the night wind with the overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai, and smashed into the front row of tiger guards.
"That is... the sword of Si Gu Jian."
Gundam just felt that the sword was almost as long as the white ape, and had no other thoughts. At this time, he heard Fan When he was idle, he remembered that Wang Qinian had described to him the battle between Baifeng and Ku He and Sigu Jian outside the capital city. Sigu Jian had his right arm disabled on the spot, and he was so embarrassed that he even lost his sword.
I don’t know how the sword master would feel if he knew that his weapon fell into the hands of an animal.
"So what, it has no chance of winning." As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the roar of war horses coming from the southern street. With a bang, a horse and a horse, they broke through the night and rushed towards the Tiger Guard group.
"Uesugi Tiger?" Fan Xian shouted in shock: "He actually sneaked into Kyoto?"
Gundam took a closer look and saw the murderous broad-bladed gun. With his burly figure and extremely majestic face, he was not none other than the Northern Qi Military God Uesugi Tiger.
“What if we add him?”
"Gundam, look, the roof on the left."
Gundam followed Fan Xian's direction and saw a figure falling from the roof of Mo Baozhai, which sells the four treasures of the study, in front of him on the left. He was wrapped in strong clothes and covered with a black scarf. The long sword in his hand was filled with coldness, and there was a faint light flowing through it.
One piece?
Together is just the beginning.
Boom, boom, boom...
With a slight sound breaking through the air, in just a few breaths, there were more than a dozen masked men in black on the roof of the store on the left.
"There's one on the right too!"
Gundam looked to the right again, and found that when he looked at the masked man in black on the left, a dozen men in black also jumped on the roof of the pavement in front of him. people.
There were almost thirty people on both sides.
Gundam is puzzled, is it possible that Qi State also has a team of high-level swordsmen?
"Kill them all!"
As Uesugi's tiger horse stepped on the bricks, he pointed his gun, and the black-clothed and masked men on both sides of the street pointed their swords at the center of the street, intending to besiege them with a force of thirty. Three times the Tiger Guard.
"He thinks he is..."
"Run!"
Gundam's curse was interrupted by Fan Xian, with uncontrollable fear in his voice.
Because White Ape knocked away two tiger guards, wielding the sword in his left hand, and holding a human leg in his right hand, he swept left and right, broke through the battle formation, and chased them.
Moreover, because the movement skills of the masked sword guards were very fast, their swords were also very fast. Even before the Tiger Guard's combined attack skills were used, they fell down like melons and vegetables.
There is no doubt that this is a crushing performance in terms of quality.
"Ninth... Ninth grade? They are all ninth grade?!"
Gundam broke out in a cold sweat and all the hair on his body stood up. How dare he continue to watch the battle and turn around behind Fan Xian's back? Just run.
While running, he muttered in a low voice: "How is it possible? This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
...
Yan Bingyun was sitting on the north side of the gate of Xin Qiwu's mansion, the Minister of Rites. At a dining table of a wonton stall near the road, the owner has disappeared, but the water in the casserole is still boiling. There are three thin-skinned and large-filled wontons left in the bowl in front of him, and the outer skin has become loose due to long soaking. , revealing a ball of meat filling, and when the wind blows, an attractive fragrance floats.
“Why is it so slow?”
He was puzzled. Xin Qiwu was just a weak civil servant. He had at most two or three servants who were proficient in fists and feet. As far as the Supervisory Yuan was concerned, Two seventh-grade supervisors and eight sixth-grade officers were dispatched. It can be said that a chicken was killed with a butcher's knife.
But why has the time of burning incense passed and no one has come out yet?
There is also no news about the people who went to the residence of Hu Jinzhu, the young minister of Honglu Temple.
He was very anxious, looking to the southeast from time to time. He also wanted to complete the task early and help Fan Xian, but he did not expect that it would take much longer than expected.
“Your name is Yan Bingyun?”
At this moment, a voice as cold as pig iron sounded.
Yan Bingyun stood up with a sudden sound, and saw a masked man in black walking out of the shadow of Xin Qiwu's mansion. The long sword in his hand was still dripping with blood.
The sixth-grade officer next to him pulled out his sword with a clang and looked at the other person warily.
"Who is your Excellency?"
The masked man in black did not answer his question and continued to ask: "Are you waiting for someone?"
"..."
Yan Bingyun narrowed his eyes, his zombie-like face became more gloomy, and his hand was already holding the short knife in his waist.
"You don't have to wait for them."
The next breath, only a scream of "Ah" was heard, and when he pulled out the knife, there was a long and cold breath with the overwhelming smell of coldness and blood. The sword was already placed across his neck, and the sixth-grade follower fell to the ground, covering his neck with his hands, staring and gasping, and blood could not stop pouring out.
The sword was so fast that even a seventh-level warrior like him couldn't see clearly how the enemy drew the sword.
This man is a ninth-grade master! Only ninth-grade masters can achieve this level.
"Let's go to the Overwatch Council."
With his life being pinched, Yan Bingyun did not dare to disobey, so he could only obey and turned around, walking towards the Overwatch Council under the thin moonlight, while thinking rapidly , thinking about what to do to escape from a ninth-grade swordsman.
However, as time passed, his heart continued to sink, because from Xin Qiwu's mansion to Fuzheng Street, less than a hundred feet away, five masked men in black had joined their team. , all said nothing, all holding bloody swords.
The number of masked men... is equivalent to the number of assassination teams he leads.
(End of this chapter)