This night, a lot of things are destined to happen and affect a lot of things.
Wan Feitong hurriedly walked out of Prince Ping's Mansion, looking at no one around him, and quietly opened the letter from Prince Ping.
The moon was like frost, and his eyesight was still good. When he saw it, he couldn't help being surprised, and then sighed.
He had already expected the content of the handwriting, but when he saw it clearly, he was still a little shocked.
"hey-hey!"
Suddenly, two sneers came from behind.
"who!"
After all, Wan Feitong was the leader of a sect, and his kung fu was not bad. He shouted angrily and tried to stuff the oracle into his arms.
However, it seems to be a little slower.
A black shadow instantly passed by with extremely fast movement. He felt his hand loosen, and the letter was snatched away by the man.
Oops!
Wan Feitong was so frightened that he broke out into a sweat. He waved his eagle claws and ran straight towards the man.
"Humph, it's up to you!"
In the hazy moonlight, the man said coldly, and his voice was so familiar that Wan Feitong's claws came out and retracted, and for a moment, he stood there in a daze.
"If you want to survive, get out!"
The man didn't turn around, but his voice was very stern.
At this point, Wan Feitong said no more, bowed to the man and quickly disappeared.
After he left, the man slowly turned around, and it turned out to be Dong Er, the black wind user.
"Oh, if I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?"
Dong Er also sighed quietly, but he didn't know who he was feeling. Either sighing at the fate of the slaves named Wan Feitong, or sighing at Prince Ping's current situation.
Not long after, his figure disappeared into the moonlight like a ghost.
The night is a little darker.
No one dared to disturb Prince Ping, who was asleep on his seat. The guards guarding the door stood upright, their eyes not daring to be careless and paying attention to the surroundings.
Meow--
Not far away, a long cat meowed.
"A dead cat is called mourning!"
One of the guards cursed in a low voice and walked over to take a look.
"Xiao Wu, why do you need to be like a wild cat?"
Another guard whispered to him.
Little did he know that Xiao Wu was feeling sleepy and wanted to take the opportunity to take a walk to wake himself up.
"It's okay, let's have fun!"
Xiao Wu waved his hand and was about to walk to the place where the cat meowed.
puff!
Suddenly, there was a flash of cold light. Xiao Wu felt a flash in front of his eyes and his throat felt cold. When he wanted to speak, blood came out gurglingly from his mouth.
Then, several figures rushed toward the guards in front of the door like lightning.
Swish, swish!
When the sword started, the other three guards in front of the door were hit by the sword. Fortunately, the three of them were not too bad at martial arts, and they finally blocked the door with all their strength.
However, this only happened in a moment.
The skills of those assassins were quite high, far beyond the reach of these guards.
Bang, bang!
After several more sounds, the three guards were finally defeated and kicked into the room one after another.
This time, Prince Ping woke up from his sleep.
"There's an assassin!"
He exclaimed loudly, stood up and backed away, and went to pull the waist knife hanging next to him.
"Hmph, take your life!"
At this time, someone rushed over first and stabbed King Ping directly in the chest.
The situation is extremely critical!
King Ping was startled, and rolled away without any time to resist. His posture was really embarrassing, but at this moment, how could he care so much?
"Want to hide!"
The man kicked the desk away, then forced him over with his sword.
"Don't hurt my lord!"
But he only heard loud shouts and two swords breaking through the window.
Who do you mean?
It was the Kunlun swordsman, the martial brothers Qingqing and Wuming. The two of them had been hiding not far behind Prince Ping, but tonight, if they were not careful, the assassin actually came in through the front door.
