His Royal Highness the Crown Prince

Chapter 62 A Moment of Life and Death! (2)

Seeing the eyes of all the men in black changed, Sui Junluo's face turned dark, it won't work like this!If they gang up on her, she won't be able to hold on...

Sweeping his phoenix eyes, Sui Junluo's pupils lit up suddenly when he saw Mo Shi who was fighting with the man in black a few meters away.

The long knife in Sui Junluo's hand suddenly danced with a frightening momentum, like a dragon going out to sea, or like a tiger descending a mountain. The men in black were startled and retreated quickly.

With such a retreat, Sui Junluo distanced himself from the man in black, and just when the man in black thought that Sui Junluo would attack them, Sui Junluo suddenly turned around, as if burning his butt, and rushed towards Run in the direction of ink.

Master, here I come!Bless you!

The man in black who besieged Sui Junluo was dumbfounded. He was so fierce just now, but now he ran away?What about the murderous wizard?What about the violent wizard?
And here, Mo dealt with a man in black again, and his sharp and ruthless methods made all the men in black around him frown, and the level of attack did not dare to be so violent.

Sui Junluo seized this opportunity and quickly approached Mo, hiding behind him.

Cut him, don't cut her...

However, this hiding didn't take long, because Sui Junluo glanced aside unintentionally, and saw a man in black heading towards the direction of the golden nanmu carriage.

Sui Junluo's pupils trembled, he didn't seem to think about it, he rushed over with a long knife in his hand, and roared, "Damn it, let me kill you!"

Men who dare to work with labor and capital are tired of living!
With such a roar, Sui Junluo only felt a sudden stream of heat in his dantian, and that extremely brutal internal force made Sui Junluo feel severe pain all over his body, and the blood on his face faded away.

With a figure like the wind, murderous eyes in his eyes, the hostility around him seemed to have condensed into a layer of ice, Sui Junluo returned to the side of the Jinsinnan wooden carriage at an extremely fast speed, and dealt with several black people with ruthless tactics. After getting dressed, he quickly got into the carriage.

"go!"

Pulling up Feng Yunran on the seat, Sui Junluo didn't bother to say anything, and took the man out of the carriage, and then swung the long knife in his hand, cutting off the reins of the golden nanmu carriage drawn by the horse.

There are more than 50 men in black today, not to mention that this number is several times their number, but judging by the martial arts of those killers, these assassins can definitely be regarded as top-notch killers.

Can't win, don't run?That's a fool!
Sui Junluo blocked a few men in black, and the long knife in his hand seemed to change into a dragon flying around. Suddenly, the men in black couldn't get close.

"Get on the horse!" Sui Junluo roared.

Feng Yunran's black lashes and feathers trembled, and he got on the horse swiftly, then drew a snow-white soft sword from his waist, flipped his wrist, and with a seemingly insignificant force, unexpectedly cut a sword that was attacking him from the side. The head of the approaching man in black.

The blood spurted thinly, the blood color was smeared, and the headless corpse fell straight back.

Seeing that the wind and cloud had stained the horse, Sui Junluo yelled, and the heat in the dantian suddenly surged violently, as if the waves of the sea were surging, and the men in black were viciously sent flying far away.

With a kick, Sui Junluo soared into the air and got on the horse neatly.

I don't know whether Feng Yunran was intentional or unintentional, leaving a large space in front of him, but behind him, there is no room for one person at all.

Just like that, when Sui Junluo felt something was wrong but couldn't tell what was wrong, he sat in front of Feng Yunran.

Feng Yunran picked up the whip and swung the long whip. The horse carrying the two neighed and drove away.

The two people who swung their whips away did not notice that there was one person standing on a protruding rock halfway up the mountain, with those sharp eyes like a falcon, he took in all the fighting below.

The man's figure was as handsome as a poplar, and the black robe on his body was rattling by the mountain wind. Just standing there, his whole body suddenly became domineering.

The eagle's eyes of the man finally fell on the young man sitting on the steed, holding the rein tightly, and there was an undercurrent in the depths of the pupils.

(End of this chapter)