"Xian'er, go first! These people are here to kill me!"
Qin Ying analyzed the situation calmly and quickly.
Cai Jingzhong was tied up, and Lao Huang was not there. This was obviously a carefully planned killing.
The purpose was to kill him!
"Your Highness, let's go together!" Liu Yunxian grabbed Qin Ying's arm tightly. Seeing the blood flowing from his arm, which had dyed his sleeve red, the shocking wound frightened her into panic.
"Listen to me! Their target is me! They won't chase you. Run out of Wutong Garden and go to the East Gate to get help!"
The situation was urgent, Qin Ying didn't dare to waste a minute, and explained as quickly and in detail as possible,
"These assassins can get here, which means that the guards around Wutong Garden have all been killed. Only by going to the East Gate to find the Imperial Guards can I be saved!"
Liu Yunxian still held his hand tightly, tears streaming down her face, and shook her head desperately: "Your Highness, come with me!"
"No!" Qin Ying growled, "I'm going to save Cai Jingzhong! Don't worry, I won't die so easily!"
After saying that, Qin Ying broke free from her hand and quickly jumped in the direction where Cai Jingzhong was captured.
"Your Highness! Your Highness!"
...
"There's an assassin!"
"In the direction of Wutong Garden! Save the Ninth Prince!"
The murderous intent on this rainy night finally awakened the palace.
The guards rushed to Wutong Garden like a pot of boiling water, rushing to rescue the emperor frantically. However, the next moment, a large number of black-clad men emerged from the darkness, and the number of them was as high as hundreds.
It turned out that the assassins who sneaked into the palace were not only the ones in Wutong Garden. It seemed that these assassins were specially ambushed here.
As long as the assassination was discovered and the guards were alerted, they would be responsible for delaying it so that the assassination in Wutong Garden would not fail.
"Kill!"
Someone in the guards roared.
The killer rushed forward without saying a word.
After just one encounter, the guards fell to the ground.
The killer was well-trained, the sharp blade in his hand was extremely brutal, and his martial arts was far superior to that of the guards.
For a while, the guards of the palace were blocked on the road.
The collision of weapons made a series of harsh interweaving sounds, the rainstorm became heavier, screams were heard continuously, and some people fell down.
The sound of killing completely overwhelmed the sound of heavy rain. The strong smell of blood gathered on the ground and blended into the rain, shocking. The whole palace was in complete chaos at this moment.
At the same time.
The team of assassins who kidnapped Cai Jingzhong was moving away from the crowd and quickly heading towards the dark corner of the alley. They seemed to be very familiar with the structure of the palace and could recognize the road skillfully even in the dark.
But soon, they stopped.
In front, Qin Ying blocked the road with a knife.
In terms of familiarity, how can these assassins compare with Qin Ying, who grew up in the palace?
He found a shortcut and intercepted the assassin.
"Put him down!"
Qin Ying pointed his long knife and shouted.
"Looking for death!"
Among the assassins, a leader sneered.
His voice was low and cold, full of disdain.
"Who sent you?" Qin Ying said coldly with gloomy eyes.
The assassins fell silent again, forming a siege, and soon blocked all of Qin Ying's escape routes.
They were only responsible for kidnapping Cai Jingzhong.
Qin Ying should have died in Wutong Garden.
But he didn't expect that he had the ability to break out of the siege, but he shouldn't have chased him!
If there is a road to heaven, you don't take it, and there is no door to hell, you throw yourself into it.
It seems that the credit of killing the Ninth Prince will fall on his head.
Thinking of this, the assassins were not in a hurry to leave, and threw Cai Jingzhong on the ground like garbage, and slowly approached Qin Ying.
"I know it even if you don't say it!"
Seeing the assassin approaching, Qin Ying's hand holding the knife tightened a little more.
Thinking of countermeasures silently in his heart.
There are thirteen people on the other side. If they are ordinary people, Qin Ying is sure to chop them all.
But judging from their skills, these people have a foundation in martial arts, and some of them are not weak in martial arts. They have a special bravery and murderous aura. They don't look like people in the martial arts world, but more like soldiers who have been fighting on the battlefield for many years.
"Qin Dang sent you here! I guessed right!" Qin Ying sneered.
"You guessed wrong!"
The leading black-clothed man immediately denied it, "We just don't like you. How can a waste like you enjoy wealth and glory? You deserve to die!"
Hearing the killer's answer, Qin Ying's heart was already stable.
The more anxious the killer is to deny, the more it proves that he is guilty. If not, he can even admit it, so that he can frame him.
Although they are wearing black clothes, the bravery and murderous aura of the soldiers on them cannot be eliminated.
They are definitely Qin Dang's personal soldiers.
"Boss, the guards will be here soon, and we can't delay any longer."
"Then be quick! Cut this waste into pieces with a knife!"
"Kill!"
A roar broke through the night.
Thirteen assassins attacked instantly.
Qin Ying's eyes were red, and he rushed forward with a knife.
Clang!
Dingdangdang~
In the heavy rain, Qin Ying fought against thirteen people alone.
He had never learned any martial arts moves, but with the special forces training in his previous life and the Guiyuan Wuji Gong
mental method taught by Lao Huang, he was not at a disadvantage for a while.
In the desperate situation, the force that burst out was extremely strong!
A knife directly leaned on the shoulder of one of the assassins and pulled it down fiercely.
Puff!
The blood splashed out, and the assassin screamed and fell in the rain.
Another kick, kicked on the knee of another assassin, with such great force that his legs were kicked off. While he was kneeling and screaming, Qin Ying chopped off his head with a knife.
Puff!
In the chaos, Qin Ying was stabbed in the back.
The severe pain made him roar, turn around, throw the man to the ground, raise his knife and chop until the killer was completely torn to pieces.
At this time, Qin Ying released a violent murderous aura all over his body.
He waved his long knife wildly, with chaotic but fierce moves.
Under his crazy attack, two more killers' heads flew off, and he himself had several more knife wounds.
He didn't know those gorgeous moves, but his knife was sharp and fierce, and he chopped down the killers one by one.
After chopping another killer to death, Qin Ying's ferocity made the other killers retreat one after another, with horror in their eyes.
Is this still the ninth prince Qin Ying who indulged in wine and sex all day and emptied his body?
His ferocity is no less than that of a warrior on the battlefield, and he looks like a madman who is not afraid of death.
After a round of fighting, they actually lost six brothers, which made the killers' scalps numb.
These people are all well-trained masters, who know that killing the enemy in battle requires fierceness and courage.
As the saying goes, the bravest wins when two meet in a narrow road.
Knowing martial arts is of course an advantage, but even the King of Hell would tremble when he sees a ruthless person who is not afraid of death.
"Hiss... It hurts so much."
Using the knife to support the ground, Qin Ying took a deep breath. The cut on his back was the most serious, almost across his body, and the pain made his facial muscles twitch.
The wound on his arm was still bleeding. After the battle just now, the wound seemed to be torn, and now the whole arm was painful and numb.
Not to mention that there were many new knife wounds on his body, and blood was flowing out like money.
Qin Ying's knife had several curled blades, and his eyes began to blur. He was about to faint from excessive blood loss.
This kind of close-range hand-to-hand combat was not his specialty.
At this moment, he missed firearms very much.
If he had a rifle in his hand now, these bastards would have been sieved long ago.
"Shoot!"
Swish, swish, swish!
At this time, the assassin leader roared, and seven assassins lined up in a line, raised their crossbows and shot at him.
The sharp crossbow arrows tore through the rain curtain, Qin Ying gritted his teeth, and slashed with the long knife in his hand.
After blocking a few fatal arrows, he pounced and rolled, narrowly avoiding other crossbow arrows.
The crossbow arrows shot into the ground, nailed three inches, and the hard granite burst, which made Qin Ying's eyes widen. If he was hit by an arrow, he would be completely dead.
Qin Ying was panting heavily, but the next moment, he heard heavy footsteps like drums.
In the darkness, an old white-haired figure walked out like a killing god, holding two halves of a bloody corpse in his hands.
It looked like it should have been torn in half.
"Huang Shanhe!"
Seeing the person coming, the assassin leader trembled all over, and even his voice changed, but when he set his eyes on the two halves of the body in Lao Huang's hands, his pupils suddenly dilated, full of fear, as if he saw something extremely terrifying.