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The cold light flickered in Zhao Wujiang's cold eyes, and the long knife split the air with a trembling sound. Facing the leaping slashes of the four assassins, he flexibly jumped back and took two steps away, directly avoiding this fatal blow. hit.
The four assassins were slightly startled. Zhao Wujiang seized the opportunity to grab the knife-holding hand of the assassin on the right with both hands. Like a wild bull, he slammed his body into this person and knocked him against the palace wall.
"boom!"
There was a heavy sound, and the palace wall cracked. The chest of the struck assassin suffered a heavy blow and cracked. A large amount of blood suddenly gushes out of his mouth and nose, and his breath became weak for a moment.
Zhao Wujiang has only succeeded in practicing the first step of the indestructible power of the Vajra, but his physical fitness has far exceeded that of ordinary people. Although he does not have gorgeous swordsmanship, swordsmanship and other skills, he has tyrannical power and can defeat all kinds of magic with one force.
He snatched the long knife from the hand of the assassin who slowly collapsed and slashed forward.
"Ding..."
The collision of the long knives made a tearing shudder. Zhao Wujiang knocked back the other three assassins who reacted with one strike. He immediately stepped forward and kicked the assassin closest to him to the left with a knee kick, which hit the abdomen of the assassin closest to him. The assassin was in pain. When his body became unstable, he quickly took another step forward, held the handle of the knife in his right hand behind his back and raised it sharply.
"Stab it."
The long knife slashed across the chest of the assassin on the left, and the deep slashes spread upwards to his throat and head.
Zhao Wujiang kept moving, and his right arm holding the long knife stretched behind him to protect his back.
"Ding ding..."
The remaining two assassins all slashed at the long knife behind Zhao Wujiang. The powerful and heavy attack pushed Zhao Wujiang's body forward. He rolled forward to release his strength, and then threw the long knife.
The long knife whizzed, like a spear, and like a sharp arrow, shooting towards the assassin on the right.
The assassin slashed with his knife, but the long knife thrown by Zhao Wujiang contained huge and infinite power. With the help of another assassin, he was able to stop the whistling long knife. Even so, they could not stop holding the knife. Live trembling.
What kind of monster is this Zhao Wujiang?
Doesn’t it mean that you don’t have any martial arts skills?
The two assassins were terrified.
They only saw Zhao Wujiang suddenly step out and rush towards them. Every step Zhao Wujiang took would crush the bluestone beneath his feet.
They had just begun to think about retreating when Zhao Wujiang appeared in front of them. Fear swept through their minds for a moment. Before they could react, Zhao Wujiang raised his palms high and slapped their heads hard.
"Boom!"
The banging sound was accompanied by a clicking sound, which was the sound of their heads breaking.
The vision in their eyes turned blood red for an instant, and the world began to tilt.
"Bang bang..."
The two assassins fell to the ground, their heads twisted and deformed, and thick and hot blood continued to drip out. The last scene they saw when they closed their eyes and died was Zhao Wujiang expressionlessly wiping the blood in his hands on their robes.
"You have lost your best chance to sneak attack me..."
Zhao Wujiang was holding a long knife in his left hand, and he was holding the long knife in his right hand. His eyes were cold and he spoke calmly.
The four assassins appeared from behind. At first, the sound of trampling on the rubble he heard was not from the four assassins who fell to the ground, so there was still a hidden assassin at the scene.
The palace road was long and narrow, and at the corner where he lost his vision, there was a medicine boy in black. His back was pressed against the wall at the moment, his chest was rising and falling violently, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. He couldn't believe that in just two breaths, Zhao Wujiang He neatly eliminated the assassin he arranged.
How could Zhao Wujiang, a eunuch, be so powerful?
Especially how did that brute strength come from his thin body?
Yaotong's heart kept shaking. He wanted to move, but he was worried about being discovered by Zhao Wujiang. Zhao Wujiang was standing on the palace road in front of him with a knife. It was the only way to the Imperial Hospital. He didn't know where to go. If you go back, you will definitely be discovered.
Zhao Wujiang walked slowly towards the medicine boy with a long knife in his hand, not in a hurry, but with a calm expression on his face.
The medicine boy with his back against the corner wall became increasingly nervous. He took out a medicine bottle from his arms, which contained poisonous powder refined by Dean Sun Yiku.
One step, two steps...
When Zhao Wujiang was still two steps away from reaching the corner, the medicine boy suddenly threw the bottle of poisonous powder, followed by the long sword in his hand and stabbed Zhao Wujiang in the heart.
"Ding..."
The attack of the long sword was blocked by the long sword in Zhao Wujiang's hand. The medicine boy rolled and passed by Zhao Wujiang. Taking advantage of Zhao Wujiang's gap to avoid the poisonous powder, he tapped his toes, stepped on the palace wall and climbed up to the eaves, preparing to Escape.
Zhao Wujiang suddenly threw the long knife with his left hand, and the sound of breaking through the air suddenly hit the medicine boy on the eaves.
Yaotong's long sword wanted to fly away the long knife that was flying towards him, but the sword suddenly broke as soon as it touched. His heart was shocked and he held the long knife with both hands.
"Stab it."
The long knife cut through his hands and the flesh was dripping with blood. His body kept retreating on the eaves, and the rubble cracked and crackled. Finally, when he was only an inch away from his chest, the long knife was blocked by him.
What kind of power is this? He was breathing heavily, his heart about to collapse.
The distance between him and Zhao Wujiang now means that as long as he escapes, Zhao Wujiang will no longer be able to catch up with him. This is his great luck in misfortune.
But then, the medicine boy suddenly groaned, and blood overflowed from his mouth. He looked down and saw that at some point, four silver needles were inserted into his heart!
