The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 464
The Lord laughed: "Let him alone deal with so many people, is your head caught by the door?"

As soon as this remark came out, the killers behind him laughed at the same time, obviously not paying attention.

Tsing Yi was looked down upon by others, and immediately lost his temper, "Who do you underestimate?"

As he spoke, he unfolded his sleeves, shook them down, and then took out a bag of things from his clothes, opened it and threw it out of the window.

The shiny powder floated out, and the assassin below saw it, and quickly shouted: "Get out of the way!"

However, it was too late, it was already too late when they saw it, some of the powder had already fallen first, and the strange fragrance permeated, making people feel dazed for a while, as if they were in a fairyland, at a loss as to what was going on.

Tsing Yi sneered, then took out a fire pocket and blew it on, and threw it down. There was a sound of "boom--", just like a fire dragon coming to the world, the dazzling fire suddenly burned half the sky red.

Stinging pain came from the whole body, and the killers just woke up, throwing themselves on the ground and rolling.

"Ahhhh-"

"What's going on? Why can't this fire be extinguished?"

"There must be something wrong with the glowing powder, take off your clothes!"

Tsing Yi raised her eyebrows when she heard the words: "It's pretty smart, but... I didn't just take that kind of poison."

The orange-red light reflected in his eyes, but it couldn't illuminate his gloomy face.

Tsing Yi had been laughing and joking for a long time, and several people almost forgot that he was also the little commander of the Xuanyi Guard who had emerged from hell-like training.
Killing is actually no burden to him.

"That's all you have to do? Set fire? Can this stop them?"

Master Ling rushed over with the knife in hand, and said harshly, "Let me give you a good time."

The clothes around Jun Rong were windless and automatic, he raised the knife, did not retreat but advanced, and rushed towards Lingzhu's knife, "Dang—"

The confrontation between strength and sharpness reached its peak in an instant, causing the Lord to squint his eyes, and asked in surprise: "Your inner strength... No, how could you have such deep inner strength? Are you not a gentleman?"

"Yes or not, does it matter? Anyway, you are going to die soon."

Jun Rong put pressure on his hands, forcing the master to take a step back, and the killers behind saw this and surrounded him one after another, attacking Jun Rong from both sides.

How can a killer pay attention to the rules?Everything is for the purpose of killing, so I don't care about bullying the few with more.

With a wrong footstep, Han Yi rushed into the crowd, swung his knife across the crowd, and a strong air current suddenly rose, forcing the killer who was close to him to retreat.

As soon as Junrong loosened his wrist, the blade fell straight down, making the master turn his wrist at the right time, and stab Junrong's heart at an extremely tricky angle. Junrong's eyes flickered coldly, and he turned sideways suddenly, grabbing the handle of the knife with his other hand , The horse stepped down, and swung the knife to sweep from below, making the master unable to dodge in time, and two bloodstains were cut on his legs in an instant.

"Hiss—" Lingzhu took a deep breath, tapped his toes, leaped into the air, and attacked from behind.

Jun Rong propped his hands on the ground, raised his left leg high, and his robe bloomed in the air like a lotus flower, kicking the Lingzhu's wrist fiercely.

The Lord made a muffled snort, almost losing his grip on the knife!

Taking advantage of this gap, Jun Rong turned around, relying on his strong waist, a carp turned upright from the ground, raised the knife in his hand and dropped it, causing the Lord's chest to be cut again.

The pain of bruises made people even more delirious.

The master's eyes were reddened, "You really are not what you used to be, unfortunately, two fists are no match for four feet, let's see how long you can last!"

As he spoke, the killers around immediately surrounded him, and Jun Rong was trapped in the middle.

"Heh." Jun Rong gave a short laugh, and started fighting with them without saying a word.

He is dressed in white, which is particularly conspicuous among the black killers, like a silver dragon falling into the black water, wrestling with the black water, writhing and stretching, with awe-inspiring murderous aura.

Raising a knife and dropping it is a life. The first person's neck was wiped by Jun Rong, and bright red hot blood spattered out, spraying Jun Rong's face.

A drop still landed on Jun Rong's eyelids, he blinked, and the blood beads slipped from his eyelashes, leaving a bloodstain along his face, which at first glance seemed to be shed blood and tears.

He stretched out his hand nonchalantly, and pointed forward with the tip of the knife: "Come on, continue, who else wants to be the ghost of my knife?"

His eyes were so bright that they seemed to be burning with boundless flames. They were incompatible with that human skin, but on the contrary, there was an incongruous sense of terror.

The killer was caught by his aura for a moment and didn't dare to move.

They fought for a long time, and the screams below became weaker and weaker. They didn't notice it at first, but when they quieted down and their blood subsided, they realized something was wrong.

Lingzhu's eyes sharpened: "What's going on?"

Tsing Yi looked at a large group of people who had fallen down and said: "Master, the time has come, let's go!"

As he said that, he put his hands on the window frame, and jumped down from the second floor.

Lan Yi kicked away the entangled killer, and jumped down with Ning Zhao in his arms.

Han Yi covered Jun Rong and retreated to the window while fighting.

"Chasing, we can't let them run away! Stop him!"

Lingzhu let out a loud shout, and the killers rushed forward like crazy.

Han Yi's eyebrows were cold and stern: "Young master, you go first, I will cover."

Jun Rong shook his head: "You go first, I'll finish it off."

"Can--"

"Don't worry, my current kung fu is not inferior to yours."

Han Yi was stunned, really, the strength he showed just now is not only not weaker than him, it is obviously a bit higher than him, and the martial arts moves are also quite different from before, more delicate and elegant, it seems that those few days on the mountain It was not in vain, Mr. Yun really taught him a lot.

"Then the subordinate will take a step first and meet the young master below."

Han Yi didn't hesitate anymore, the moment he jumped up, several hidden arrows were shot at him, it's not easy to use hidden weapons in the room, the place is too cramped, and it's easy to accidentally injure his own people, but outside, the killer doesn't have such scruples.

The poisoned hidden weapons were thrown out one by one, Jun Rong waved his sleeves to stop all the hidden weapons, then his arm trembled and reflected back.

Lingzhu looked at the poisonous arrow shot at him, and quickly dodged sideways, Junrong took advantage of the gap and jumped down.

The blood-stained white robe bloomed in the air, and Jun Rong fell down lightly, but suddenly heard a sound of wind from the side of his ear, and a black mass moved from far to near, Jun Rong subconsciously reached out to grab it, and the cold clothes underneath He also shouted: "My lord, be careful!"

Jun Rong turned his head sideways, grabbed the thing with one hand, and fell down on one knee.

"Are you all right, son?"

Tsing Yi stepped forward to help him, seeing Jun Rong's fingers trembling slightly, he couldn't help being startled, Jun Rong quickly withdrew his hand and said, "It's nothing."

Then he handed the thing he grabbed in the other hand to Tsing Yi: "Look."

His voice was cold with a little imperceptible fatigue.

　Junrong: So tired...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)