At this moment, the sky was getting dark, and Nancheng was relatively quiet, with almost no strangers in sight.
Yang Wuhui felt the coldness of the winter night and couldn't help but shudder.
Even wearing winter clothes seems to be of no avail. It seems that my own constitution is too weak.
Xu Weizhou on the side was actually full of curiosity about Yang Wuhui. He had heard of Yang Wuhui a long time ago.
And he once wanted to become Bao Gong's disciple, but he also knew that it seemed difficult for him to become Bao Gong's disciple.
Therefore, after joining the Dali Temple, Xu Weizhou was meticulous in handling things.
However, Dou Yuanying, the minister of Dali Temple, did not care about everything, which caused the prestige of Dali Temple to decline.
You know, when Bao Gong was the Minister of Dali Temple, Dali Temple was so beautiful, but now it has become a mediocre place, which makes people feel a little sad.
When Yang Wuhui was about to ask Xu Weizhou what he was thinking about, Xu Weizhou suddenly stopped and looked a little solemn.
"careful!"
After saying this, he also protected Yang Wuhui behind him.
I saw four masked killers flying out from the rooftops on both sides.
Four masked men held long knives, shining brightly under the moonlight.
Their target was very clear, which was Yang Wuhui. As for the person who suddenly appeared, it was just a simple matter of killing him by the way.
Yang Wuhui looked a little surprised. He didn't expect that someone actually wanted to kill him. He just didn't know if it was someone from the White Lotus Sect or the mastermind behind the frame-up of Lan Youzhi.
Xu Weizhou was not afraid. Although he had no weapons, he took the initiative to fight. He stepped forward and used his arms to directly knock the two men in black away.
Yang Wuhui looked envious. The remaining two men in black did not expect that there was someone so capable next to their target.
But after all, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, not to mention that this person has no weapons in his hands.
The four of them rushed towards Xu Weizhou again, and Xu Weizhou smiled and said, "Well done!"
Instead of retreating, he advanced and fought with the four men without falling into any disadvantage.
At this time, one of the masked men knew that he could not continue to fight. If he continued to fight like this, the city guards would be ushered in.
He winked at the other three masked men, and the three immediately tried their best to stop Xu Weizhou, while the other man slowly walked towards Yang Wuhui.
This masked man is not in a hurry. From the perspective of Yang Wuhui's weak body, he is a scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken. Therefore, as long as his brother entangles another person, the target in front of him is a chicken that is ready to be slaughtered. young.
Yang Wuhui also secretly thought that it was bad, why didn't this person act according to common sense.
You shouldn't kill Xu Weizhou first and then think about dealing with yourself!
Sure enough, smart people know how to deal with the weakest ones.
That's right, Yang Wuhui is the best.
However, Yang Wuhui would not sit still and wait for death. The moment the masked man walked towards him, he ran back.
But the assassin chased after him without any courtesy.
Yang Wuhui's speed could not outrun this assassin.
In desperation, he could only find a bamboo pole and hold it tightly with both hands to take revenge on himself.
Of course, the rate of saliva secretion in his mouth at this moment was extremely terrifying.
The main reason is that he knows how much he weighs, and he doesn't even know how long he can hold off.
When the assassin struck with a knife, Yang Wuhui naturally blocked it subconsciously, but what he was holding was just a bamboo pole, which was split into two pieces by the knife at this moment. Yang Wuhui held the two bamboo poles and did not throw them away, thinking To continue to fight against this assassin.
But the assassin's martial arts skills were beyond what Yang Wuhui could withstand, and Yang Wuhui would be struck with the next blow.
Fortunately, Xu Weizhou forced his way in, but his arm was slashed and blood flowed out.
Yang Wuhui had no intention of letting Xu Weizhou leave. If he left, he would be completely late.
At worst, at worst, the two of them still have a companion on the road to Huangquan.
It's not that he is selfish, Xu Weizhou is Yang Wuhui's only hope now.
The four assassins also seemed to feel that it was difficult, and procrastinating like this was not the answer.
The leading assassin said: "Our target is him. As long as you leave, we can pretend that nothing has happened."
Before Xu Weizhou could answer, Yang Wuhui snorted coldly.
He pointed at the four of them angrily and said: "You are doing this, not just to defeat them one by one, but also to say it so grandly. As soon as I die, it will be his turn soon, right! You little tricks have long been eliminated. I see through it."
The four assassins were all stunned. What was their trick?
Xu Weizhou looked strange, but he still dragged his wounds and said to the four assassins: "This is Bianjing, and he is my friend. I will never give up on my friends, so just give up on this! "
In fact, Xu Weizhou was also worried, what if what Yang Wuhui said was true!
Anyway, Yang Wuhui's words completely blocked his way out.
But from the beginning, Xu Weizhou had no intention of giving up on Yang Wuhui.
When the four assassins saw this, they could only attack Yang Wuhui and Xu Weizhou again.
The three of them were still entangled with Xu Weizhou. As long as Xu Weizhou took care of Yang Wuhui, he would definitely give the assassin an opportunity, and the two of them would really die here.
The leading assassin snorted coldly and struck Yang Wuhui's head with the knife again, muttering: "Since you are so sharp-tongued, you should die!"
When the knife was about to hit Yang Wuhui's face, Yang Wuhui's mind went blank, and then the knife failed to fall and was blocked by a sword.
Yang Wuhui came back to his senses, looked at the person in front of him, and shouted in surprise: "Appearance!"
The visitor was none other than Zhan Yirong. After Zhan Yirong came out of the palace, he went to Dali Temple. As a result, people from Dali Temple told Zhan Yirong that the visitor and his own Xu Pingshi had gone out together.
Zhan Yirong had no choice but to come to the school to find Yang Wuhui.
He was almost separated from Yang Wuhui.
As the saying goes, it's better to come by luck than by chance, Zhan Yirong has arrived.
Zhan Yirong had no time to reminisce with Yang Wuhui, so he attacked the assassin with his sword.
As the only daughter of Nan Xia Zhan Zhao, Zhan Nuxia has been traveling in the world over the years and has met countless Xiaoxiao. If she didn't have real skills, how would she dare to travel alone.
So within three moves, Zhan Yirong knocked away the assassin's knife, and then pierced his throat with the sword.
Yang Wuhui stretched out his hand, originally wanting to shout for survival, but Zhan Yirong's sword was too fast, like lightning and flint, so he was unable to say a word, and he died under Zhan Yirong's sword.
The remaining three people were also shocked when they saw this.
This woman was so ferocious that she managed to kill their eldest brother so quickly.
Naturally they hated him, but they also knew that they were no match for him and that there was nothing they could do, so they planned to escape.
At this time, Xu Weizhou also freed his hands, and cooperated with Zhan Yirong to knock down three people very quickly, and also killed another person.
Yang Wuhui hurriedly shouted: "Keep alive!"
When Yang Wuhui finished shouting, the remaining two people suddenly vomited black blood and died under the moonlight.
Apparently, they committed suicide by taking poison.
Yang Wuhui also understood that these four people were dead soldiers. Once captured, they would crush the poison in their mouths.
But who can raise such a dead soldier?
