The top of the hill was filled with archers, surrounding them from the front and back, tightly surrounding the two carriages.

If you want to survive, there are only two ways to go.

The first is to kill all the killers lurking on the mountain top and carve out a bloody path.

Second, grow a pair of wings and fly to the opposite cliff.

The atmosphere in the carriage that Yu Qinghuan and the others were riding in was quite normal, but the carriage that the people from Dingbeihou Mansion were riding in were already crying for their fathers and mothers.

Bai Jie felt embarrassed and simply pretended to be faint.

Changsun Tao stepped out of the carriage and stood on the roof of the carriage. He held his long sword tightly in his hand, and the blade of the sword was surrounded by a layer of icy blue light.

A wave of arrows came, and the sword in his hand gently pulled out a sword flower, and the sword body turned into thousands of shadows. In this way, an invisible protective shield protected him airtightly.

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The sword, like iron and stone, attracts the sword that is shot towards it. As the sword body dances and changes, it condenses into a giant dragon, twisting its body in the air.

The mist was stirred, and Chang Sun Tao flicked his sword, and the arrow came out like a giant dragon. As the mist was blown away by the biting wind, the roaring dragon spread out in all directions, and then headed towards

Shoot back in the direction of time.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!" The sound of sharp arrows piercing flesh became even more eerie in the mist, and dozens of people rolled down from the top of the mountain.

"Hmph!" Changsun Tao snorted lightly. While blocking the sharp arrow with his sword, he flew into the air. His light blue clothes were flying in the wind. He held the sword in one hand and held it behind him with the other. His spiritual muscles and bones were as ethereal as the jade bones.

Immortal, the hem of his clothes looks like a god hanging down from the clouds.

But he is a god and a demon.

With one sword shot, Qi penetrated the rainbow and swept towards the assassin who was ambushing on the top of the mountain.

The blood dyed the mist red, and another batch of assassins died under the sword.

As for his shadow guard, Zero's movements were even weirder. He was seen leading Mingzhu and Huihui through the mist. Wherever he went, corpses lay everywhere.

There are not many people able to ambush on this steep hilltop.

Otherwise, Changsun Tao would not risk taking his wife and passing through here pretending to return to Beijing urgently.

It was precisely because he was sure of victory that he was so bold.

"squeak……"

As the inner energy held by Changsun Tao dissipated, Mingzhu and Huihui came to Changsun Tao's shoulders, looking at the mist above with excited expressions.

"These thieves don't know that the stupid boy has been detoxified. They still use the old methods to deal with him, and they are exhausted." In the carriage, Baili Wuxiang sniffed the smell floating in the air and couldn't help but sneer.

Yu Qinghuan was a little worried: "Old man, you won't win a second time, right?"

Baili Wuxiang comforted her and said: "Don't worry! This kid won't be poisoned again, because he also has your unique physique now."

Wu Ti yawned: "If the top pushes down a few boulders, will we go to see the King of Hell together?"

Baili Wuxiang smiled and said: "Girl, don't worry, the master will take you out when the time comes, leaving some people here, and let the big rocks smash them to death!"

Wu Ti: I'd better shut up!

Changsun Tao patiently observed for a long time, but did not see any big snake coming out of the hole, so his patience ran out, he bent his thumb and index finger into a circle and whistled loudly.

Following his whistle, a dozen masters came from all directions, and the sound of swords clashing could be heard in the mist.

"Kengkengkengkeng..."

After about half an hour, the sound gradually stopped, and soon there was no movement.

"Master!"

This call of master is not the call of Yu Qinghuan, nor is it the call of Chang Sun Tao.

But Zero shouted.

It turned out that someone took advantage of the heavy fog to sneak up to the carriage, pointed in the direction of Yu Qinghuan, and thrust his sword into the carriage.

Zero noticed in time and blocked the fierce sword with his body.

When everyone reacted, they saw that a big hole had been stabbed in his shoulder, and his right hand was holding the sharp sword that had pierced his shoulder, and blood was pouring out.

Faster than Chang Sun Tao, there was another figure, shooting out of the white mist like a ghost. The mist separated on both sides, surging and confusing. Then there was a soft sound, and a soft sword was sent into the place in front of Ling.

Assassin's chest.

"Let go of Ah Ling." Xie Yun stirred with his backhand, and the assassin spat out a large mouthful of dirty blood. His eyes gradually widened, but he still did not let go of the sword stabbing Ling's shoulder.

"Master..."

Chaotic memories emerged one after another. Zero's eyes suddenly turned red as he looked at the man in front of him who was gradually losing his breath.

But there was no reaction in the muddy eyes of the dying man in front of him.

It's as if he doesn't know Zero.

"Master..."

Xie Yun drew out his sword, but the assassin finally couldn't hold on anymore and collapsed to the ground.

Ling Yan's quick hands quickly caught his body and he screamed.

Large areas of blood poured out of his mouth, and the corners of his lips opened and closed, holding a mouthful of blood. He asked Zero: "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" Zero doesn't know, and he doesn't know who he is either.

The assassin died without remembering that Zero was the person he raised and trained into the Shadow Guard.

Once a shadow, always a guard.

He was never himself. When Zero left the army, he was naturally ordered to forget Zero.

And because of getting along with Yu Qinghuan, Ling gradually recovered some messy memories.

He remembered that it was his master, the one who picked him up and personally trained him for more than ten years. He was the one who watched him fight all the way and finally became a shadow guard.

There was still a sword stuck on Ling's shoulder. Xie Yun pulled him up: "Ling, treat the injury first."

When Chang Sun Tao returned to the carriage to check if Yu Qinghuan was okay, Baili Wuxiang took the medicine box and hurried to treat Ling's injury.

Xue Wei, on the other hand, jumped off the carriage to check if any assassins were alive.

"I'm fine, Xue Wei responded quickly, who's here?" Yu Qinghuan took out the handkerchief, wiped the sweat from Zhang Sun Tao's forehead, and asked softly.

Changsun Tao patted her head: "Xie Yun is here."

"Second brother." Yu Qinghuan's eyes lit up and he quickly opened the curtain and stepped out of the carriage.

But she didn't look at Xie Yun and went to check Ling's injuries first.

When she saw that Ling's entire shoulder was almost stabbed to pieces, she couldn't help but frown, showing a look of distress: "If he comes to kill you, can't you block it with your sword? Do you think you can't grab it? Have a good rest.

We’ll talk about your master’s affairs later.”

Ling nodded, touched the wound on his shoulder, and suddenly broke out in cold sweat.

Master, Zero’s master.

There are only two shadow guards in the world, one beside Changsun Tao and one beside Emperor Jiayou.

The person lying on the ground now is not the one beside Emperor Jiayou who had a close relationship with Yu Qinghuan?

It turns out that Emperor Jiayou was worried that his son would die at the hands of his younger brother after his death, so he ordered the Shadow Guards to assassinate Changsun Tao early.

It's a pity that he tried all his tricks and it was just a joke in the end.

Changsun Tao never wanted to usurp the throne, nor did he want to kill his brother or relatives, but he was guarded against him all his life.

If he knew that Changsun Tao had the ability to destroy him easily, but refused to destroy him, would he have jumped out of the coffin board?

Yu Qinghuan only felt sorry for Changsun Tao. His relatives did not have a word of concern or greeting when he was dying and turned into a fool.

His brother, even if he died, still wanted his life.

Many times, Yu Qinghuan felt sorry for Chang Sun Tao.

He lost a lot, but in the end, someone made up for it one by one, but what about him? It seemed like he had everything, but nothing.
Chapter completed!