If a spiritual cultivator like Qian Nan is on the battlefield where the two armies fight, he doesn''t know how much damage he will cause to the other party, but now he dies in the hands of the assassin, which is the terrible internal friction.


    The assassins rushed into the woods and chased Xiao Xiang and Xing Yuan who had escaped.


    Xing Yuan''s Lingwu is not much different from Qian Nan. Even with Xiao Xiang, they run very fast, but even so, they are still caught up by more than ten assassins.


    There were 15 or 6 assassins in this wave, half of whom were light practitioners and half of whom were dark practitioners. When they found the figure of Xiao Xiang and Xing Yuan, the dark practitioners flashed in front of them with a shadow to block their way. The light practitioners followed suit and blocked their retreat. For a moment, the assassins formed a encirclement of them.


    There was still no one to speak. The assassins stared at Xiao Xiang, one by one, raised their knives and pointed at her.


    There are so many assassins around, but Xing Yuan is the only one left beside her. Xiao Xiang is not afraid that it is absolutely deceptive, but her dignity as a princess does not allow her to beg for mercy, let alone show a trace of timidity.


    Surrounded by the enemies, Xiao xiangqiang was calm. She took a deep breath and shouted, "which brother and sister of the palace sent you? If you want to kill the palace, you have to let the palace die!"


    No one answered her question. An assassin of the dark spiritual cultivator drank deeply and took the lead. The spirit knife stabbed forward and took Xiao Xiang''s neck.


    Xiao Xiang didn''t even see how others made the knife. The tip of the spirit knife had stabbed her close. Her flower face faded and she instinctively took a step backward. At the critical moment, Xing Yuan tried his best to pull out the sword and flicked away the spirit knife stabbed at Xiao Xiang. Then he turned back and slashed the assassin''s head.


    When the assassin parried with his sword, he heard a golden clang. A dazzling spark suddenly appeared in the dark forest. The assassin put his feet on the ground and slid back two meters to stabilize his body.


    Looking at the ground again, two long scratches were exposed, and the soul armor of the assassin''s palm was directly shattered. The burst tiger mouth exuded blood and kept dripping to the ground along his fingertips.


    The assassins around narrowed their eyes one after another, and the spiritual pressure on the scene began to double. Soon, the assassins retreated slowly. At the same time, the raised spiritual knives were put down one after another and carried behind them.


    Xing Yuan didn''t know what the other party was going to do. Suddenly, the assassins threw out the spirit knife behind them. The spirit knife swirled in the air and flew to Xiao Xiang and Xing Yuan from all directions with a harsh roar.


    If Xing Yuan is just a person at this time, it''s easy for him to protect himself. The key is that he has to protect Xiao Xiang. Seeing the roaring of a flying spirit knife, Xing Yuan shouted loudly and used his milk strength to continuously cast the spirit skill.


    Hearing the crackling sound on the court, more than ten spirit knives were blocked by the four spirit disorderly winds he continuously released. The spirit knives were collided by the spirit blades and bounced to the ground in the air. Before Xing Yuan could slow down, the assassins around rushed up, picked up their spirit knives and attacked Xiao Xiang and Xing Yuan respectively.


    It is difficult for a spiritual cultivator like Xing Yuan to release the four spirits and disorderly wind in one breath. Now he is at a time when his front strength is exhausted and his rear strength is insufficient. It is even difficult to protect himself, let alone rescue Xiao Xiang.


    Seeing that the assassin''s spirit knife was getting closer and closer to Xiao Xiang, and Xing Yuan himself was firmly trapped by several assassins, he was anxious and roared, but there was nothing he could do.


    When Xiao Xiang was in a desperate situation and her life was in danger, a Sichuan soldier suddenly appeared beside her. Everyone present, including Xiao Xiang himself, didn''t see how he appeared.


    The man reached out like electricity and grabbed Xiao Xiang''s waist. At the moment when several spirit knives stabbed him close, he jumped into the air. With this jump, he jumped up two or three meters high. The man was still in the air, grabbed a branch of a tree, swung out again through inertia, and jumped out of the assassin''s circle with Xiao Xiang in his arms.


    His series of movements were done at one go, fast and agile like a spirit ape.


    Cheng Yaojin was suddenly killed on the way. The assassins were stunned and Xing Yuan was foolish. After a pause, he thought that the princess was kidnapped by the assassin. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair and beard were open. He roared and rushed at the Sichuan soldier.


    However, Xing Yuangang''s body was immediately blocked by the surrounding assassins. At the same time, the assassins divided seven people and walked towards the Sichuan soldier step by step with a spirit knife.


    The Sichuan soldier was covered with a black scarf. He was not covered with a spirit armor and had no weapons in his hands. He looked like an ordinary soldier, but the assassins could feel that the spirit pressure on him was too strong to frighten people before they had to fight.


    Who on earth is this person? How could such a powerful expert be hidden in the princess honor guard? Why is there no mention of your intelligence? The assassins were puzzled, but their footsteps did not stop. Seven people scattered in a fan and approached slowly.


    Don''t say they couldn''t guess the specific identity of the Sichuan soldier. Even Xiao Xiang, who was rescued by him, was a monk of Zhang Er. She looked up and looked at the ''little soldier'' holding her waist in a daze. She couldn''t help asking, "who are you?"


    He didn''t answer, but looked at the assassins coming across and said slowly, "you''re not my opponent, and don''t * me. At least, you can save your life."


    What a familiar voice! Xiao Xiang was startled and stunned a little. She suddenly opened her eyes and cried out with disbelief and tongue tied eyes: "are you..."


    Her words were just uttered. The Sichuan soldier''s arm around her waist suddenly tightened. Then he hung his head slightly and whispered in Xiao Xiang''s ear, "you know, but don''t make a noise."


    Originally, she was still a little uncertain. After all, his voice was very familiar, but his accent was completely different. It was a standard Sichuan accent. However, after listening to him, she was sure that the man dressed in Sichuan soldiers was Tang Yin, the king of the wind. That''s right!


    How could he be in Sichuan? How did you come to yourself? Xiao Xiang was full of questions, but soon her confusion was replaced by anger.


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    Tang Yin''s courage is too big. He not only ran to the state of Sichuan, but also ran to himself. Isn''t he afraid of exposure?


    Even she couldn''t tell whether she was angry that Tang Yintai didn''t pay attention to the state of Sichuan or that he played with his own life.


    At this time, Xiao Xiang forgot all the assassins around her and focused on the ''Sichuan soldier'' in front of her.


    However, the assassin obviously didn''t want to give her a chance to get to the bottom of the matter. People broke off drinking one after another, repeated the old trick, threw out the spirit knife in their hands again, and shot at the Sichuan soldier and Xiao Xiang.


    "Hum." He hummed and laughed softly, but he didn''t see any action, but the spirit sword had magically appeared in his hand.


    Squinting at the spirit sword flying on his back, his spirit sword stabbed out continuously. In the earrings, I heard a series of jingles. Seven spirit knives all bounced to the ground.


    His sword was so fast that he even produced seven swords, but it seemed to others that he only stabbed one sword, and this sword knocked all seven spirit swords to the ground.


    The Assassins'' faces changed at the same time, and their bodies close to each other stopped involuntarily.


    There are not many Lingwu masters they have fought against, but they have never met someone as powerful and terrible as the one in front of them.


    It was rare that the assassins also had a chill in their hearts. They stood in place one by one and stared coldly at the Sichuan soldier, but they didn''t make the next move.


    As time went by, the spirit knife that fell on the ground began to make a faint sound, and white mist kept emanating from the body of the spirit knife. Since there was no aura injection for a long time, the shape of the spirit knife has begun to become an ordinary steel knife.


    At this time, an assassin couldn''t bear it at first. He rushed forward silently, darted to a steel knife on the ground, and grabbed it with his arm.


    However, he had just held the knife in his hand, and the Sichuan soldier holding Xiao Xiang did not know when he had appeared in front of him. The cold spirit sword mercilessly pierced into his chest, entered from his front heart, and the sword edge poked out from his back heart.


    Quiet. The scene was horribly quiet.


    Plop! The body of the assassin fell straight to the ground. His limbs twitched a few times and there was no movement. The gushing blood instantly dyed the ground red. Almost at the same time, the assassins behind also sounded a breath.


    The other party is a spiritual cultivator of the dark system, which they can perceive, but the other party still holds a Xiao Xiang in his arms. It is impossible to show the shadow drift, that is to say, he rushed to his companion and stabbed him to death with a sword completely relying on his own body method.


    The incredible speed of the sword, the more incredible body method and the speed are almost comparable to that of the shadow.


    There is no need to fight in the past. At this time, the assassins have lost their fighting spirit. The strength of the other side has completely exceeded their ability to deal with. They can''t be killed just by being afraid of death and forced siege. Even if these assassins are dead, no one is willing to make fearless sacrifice.


    They looked at each other and retreated slowly. They didn''t know who made a sharp whistle. Then, the assassins scattered together and rushed into the dense forest in all directions.


    "You can''t let them run away like this, you hurry to catch them..." Xiao Xiang finally regained consciousness, pushed the chest armor of the Sichuan soldier and shouted in a hurry.


    Chuan Bing didn''t mean to follow her orders. He said slowly, "that''s your problem, but you have to remember that you owe me a life this time."


    While talking, the Sichuan soldier let go of Xiao Xiang and turned to leave.


    Seeing this, Xiao Xiang was not willing to let him go. She reached out and grabbed the cloak behind him. In addition, Xing Yuanye had taken the first step to stop him. While looking at him up and down, she drank and asked, "who is your excellency?"