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The horse carriage did not show any signs of slowing down as it neared Bi Xian and Ying Bo Yi. However, the moment it passed by, two bows extended from the window of the horse carriage. The sparkling silver arrowheads released a series of 'whoosh' sounds. Swish! A sharp sound pierced through the air.

Bi Xian felt a sharp pain in his arm and under his ribs. His body involuntarily fell to the ground.

In the midst of a series of clattering sounds, several holes were pierced through the window of the carriage, and a few screams came out from inside the carriage at the same time. Then, the carriage tilted and charged straight into an old tree on the side of the road, causing a loud rumbling sound, the sound was loud, and the momentum was so strong that even the ground seemed to tremble, while the horse that was riding the horse was knocked down by the arrow by the carriage and stopped moving after twitching for a while.

After shooting the arrow, he staggered to Bi Xian's side without even looking at the arrow and called out, "How are you?"

Bi Xian grimaced as he laid on the ground. In order to let his Incantation be at ease, he forced out a smile and said, "* *, I've been hit by two more arrows."

He looked down and saw that Bi Xian's left, right shoulder and ribs were bleeding. The powerful force of the arrow had pierced through his entire shoulder and picked up the arrow that had fallen onto the ground, causing Yi Bo Yi's face to change, the arrow was a spiral shape, such an arrow being shot out, the wound was not easy to heal, and there was constant blood flow. Many of the injured died because of excessive loss of blood.

The more he looked at Bi Xian's injuries, the more his eyebrows knitted together. With such injuries, even the deities of the Great Firmament would not be able to save Bi Xian's life.

Thinking of this, he clenched his fists tightly. Bi Xian had stayed behind to save him, which was why he was seriously injured. His heart felt like it was being stabbed by knives. This was even more painful than being injured.

Imprint Yi Yi grabbed Bi Xian's clothes, forcefully dragging him backwards bit by bit, leaving behind a shocking trail of blood on the ground.

At this time, a few figures walked out from the corners on both sides of the street. There was no sound and a few black shadows were like ghosts as they walked down the street, only the sound of footsteps. When they passed by the horse carriage that had been smashed into a pulp, the few of them simultaneously stopped their bodies.

"* *!" It was obvious that they were in the same group, yet they were so cruel to their own people, which showed their vicious nature. He cursed and raised his crossbow, about to pull the trigger to shoot, but the shadow walking in front made the first move. A small, exquisite, yet extremely sharp throwing knife accurately hit the wrist of Impressionable.

Ka-cha! *

The crossbow in Imbo's hand fell to the ground. Blood dripped down his finger drop by drop. However, there was no expression of pain on his face. Instead, it was filled with horror.

He and Xuan Ge were both part of the same group, and they both relied on their speed to improve themselves. Facing the enemy head on, they had never failed before, but this time, he actually failed.

What a fast movement! Ingbo released Bi Xian's clothes and stood up straight, looking at him in disbelief.

As the other side got closer and closer, they were able to clearly see that the person walking in front was an unremarkable man in his thirties. His figure was average, but his skin was dark and shiny, and from the looks of it, he did not seem to be from the Southern Dynasty.

"You ? "Who are you?" Ingbo asked with a congealed voice.

The man did not answer, but walked closer, looked at the Indian art, then looked at the dying Bi Xian on the ground, he pointed his throwing knife downwards, aimed at Bi Xian's head, and said with an incomparably strange voice: "Call Yun Weiyang back, otherwise, I will kill him!"

Voice change? It seemed that the other party was afraid that he would guess his identity, so he did not dare to speak in a truthful voice. Ingbo smiled, raised his hand, wiped away the sweat on his forehead, and said while shaking his head: "Impossible!"

The man was expressionless and nodded. He moved his hand away from the sword and aimed at the leg that was not injured and coldly stabbed.

The body of an impresario, which was not considered thin and tall, fell. Due to the pain in his leg, even a tough guy like him was trembling in pain. Even so, he grinned, shook his head and said, "Kill! Even if you kill me, I won't, and I won't be able to call Master back. "

The man shrugged his shoulders, coldly snorted, pointed his blade to the side, and was about to cut down on Impressionist's head. At this critical moment, he heard a person not far away laughing leisurely: "Haha, friend, killing an unarmed man is nothing. If you have the guts, come at me!"

Hearing this, the person frowned slightly and slowly raised his head to look in the direction of the voice.

His black hair was lazily draped over his body, and as he moved, his scalp was slightly floating. Under the sunlight, it gave off a dazzling lustre, like a gem, his eyebrows slanted into the hair of his head, a pair of phoenix-like eyes was filled with a cold light, and although his enchanting looks exuded a seductive charm, one would not feel even the slightest bit of femininity from his body. On the contrary, his cold lips were lifted upwards, carrying a cold smile, but his hands were empty, unarmed.

Seeing this, the assassins behind him all took out their weapons, and pointed their sabers at the incoming person. Almost at the same time, following closely behind the youth, several big men walked out of the forked area, with weapons in their hands. However, they were all very messy; some had swords, some had rings, some had sabers, and some had no weapons.

That person's expression changed, and his frown deepened. He knew in his heart that this was the arrival of Yun Weiyang's reinforcements, so if he wanted to complete the mission now, it would be impossible.

That person sighed as he thought about it. Then, he started to step back unconsciously.

The enchanting youth first lowered his head to look at Bi Xian and Impressionable Arts. His handsome face was covered with a layer of ice, and he fiercely clenched his fists. Then, he looked at his opponent with a profound gaze and said, "You're very fast. I want to compare notes with you."

"The two of them are also moving very quickly!" As the man in black spoke, he stared coldly at the devilish young man in a navy blue robe.

"Yes!"

"They just lost to me!"

"Yes!"

The man looked at the youth's empty hands and asked, "Then do you still want to compete with me?"

"Yes!"

The enchanting youth spoke three times in succession, and the sneer on his face became even more intense. At the same time, a look of disdain appeared on his face.

A spark flashed in that person's eyes, but after thinking for a while, he suppressed the anger in his heart. He took a deep breath, and without any warning, his body abruptly squatted down, then used his strength to push his legs forward.

"Trying to run?!"

Seeing that the young man did not do anything, his wrist slightly shook, and a knife flew into his hand like a wolf fang and he swung it at the man.

Ah!

The person who fell down wasn't that person, but an assassin who stood behind him. That person's speed was incredibly fast, and as he retreated, he passed through the gaps in the crowd and then ran toward a grocery store on the side of the road.

Just as the enchanting young man wanted to give chase, the remaining assassins had already picked up their sabers and aimed at his vitals.

The enchanting young man's movement technique was extremely strange, his feet slipped, and he jumped down at an angle of two meters, then landed on the ground, spinning a few more meters, causing a sharp blade edge to graze past his body, but it was not able to harm his body at all, while at the same time, the few men behind the enchanting young man aimed their attacks at the few assassins, and in a moment, killed the few assassins.

When the young man got up from the ground, he looked up and saw that the assassins had all died. The group of people from before had also disappeared without a trace.

"He really runs fast!" His enchanting and handsome face had a touch of gentleness to it, and even the flowers blooming on the roadside couldn't help but lower their heads in front of his face. He shook his head to the big men behind him and said: "Go check, right, call a carriage over here!" He looked down at their injuries, grinned, and said to the still conscious Indian BoYi, "It's fine, both of them did not harm their vital parts. After resting for one or two months, I guarantee that you two will be able to bounce around again!"

Ingbo recognized the person who came over. He forced a smile and said: "Brat, why did you just come back? How is Master? "

This young man was no stranger to them. He was Feng Xue Han, the one who had been training in the Frozen Cloud Asgard for many years.

"I just arrived too! Master's bed has been taken away by Zheng. As for the details, I'm not too sure either! " "I'll send you two home," she said sternly.

Yun Weiyang was protected by her clothes, but her situation was not as optimistic as her Indian art. Especially when her lower abdomen was under attack at close range, Yun Weiyang did not know how to use inner force, not to mention that her inner force was protected. Her body was injured to the internal organs, and by the time Yu Ze and the rest had rushed over, she was already in a semi-unconscious state.

Yu Ze and Lu Zizheng did not dare to delay any longer and directly carried Yun Weiyang into the carriage, quickly rushing to the nearest Cloud Dragon Council stronghold.

On the way to the stronghold, Yun Weiyang could not hold on any longer, and completely lost consciousness.

Feng Xue Han, who was surrounded by Dongfang Yan's subordinates, sat leisurely on a chair. He held a teacup in his hand as he sipped his tea. His relaxed appearance made it seem as if he wasn't in trouble, but was here as a guest.

Dongfang Yan secretly gritted his teeth as he saw this. He thought to himself, "Let's see how long you can hold out for!"

Just at this moment, Dongfang Yan's men ran over and told him that Yun Weiyang had escaped. The more Dongfang Yan spoke, the less smiling he was. When he finished, his entire face was red with anger.

Just by looking at Dongfang Yan's appearance, Feng Xue Han could tell what was going on. Putting the tea cup to the side, he said lightly, "This duke had said long ago that it would be extremely fun to be careful, but it seems like my words are still extremely effective!"

"Humph!" Dong Fang Yan laughed coldly and said, "But you are still in the hands of the few!"