Chapter 219

This young general was dressed in heavy armor and had eight swords on his back. He looked very powerful at first glance.

Even if he is exhausted, he must not be underestimated.

You still want to fight one on one, are you stupid for being a brother? Shijou’s real-man version of the assassin just laughed.

Just as he was about to step forward, he saw the jade-faced young general with ten swords across from him suddenly widened his eyes. "Tiger, tiger, tiger!"

The real man assassins had seen the beautiful tiger lying on the ground with its eyes closed peacefully, but Yang Qian's behavior still made them turn around subconsciously.

The beautiful tiger was still lying there, and a group of real man assassins turned their heads angrily. It was in the midst of the lightning and stone fire.

Yang Qian had already thrown out the two long ring knives in his hands with all his strength. These were long ring knives made of fine stainless steel that were carefully selected by his mother, Han, and then tied to Yang Qian with her own hands.

The mother, wrapped in thick clothes, reflects the dazzling sunlight under the sun, like two blazing white lights, breaking through the limit of distance in an instant.

The true-man assassin with triangular eyes felt a tightness in his chest. He half-turned his head and lowered his head in surprise, seeing the position of his breastplate.

A long-ringed knife handle appeared, the blade was almost completely submerged in the body, and blood was slowly oozing from the nail gap...

Next to him, another of his companions was holding the handle of the long ring knife that was also almost submerged, and let out a sad cry.

The other two assassins never expected such a change. At this moment, Yang Qian had once again pulled out two long swords in his hands.

Another long sword struck one of them in the face.

The assassin was so shocked that he shouted loudly, and quickly raised his sword with all his strength to fly away the long ring sword that was shot by electricity.

But he heard the soft screams of his companions beside him. He didn't have time to use his hands to defend himself.

I felt a sharp pain coming from my arm.

Another long sword that followed like a shadow shot directly through the iron armor of his right arm, and even penetrated the chest armor, piercing into the chest.

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The severe pain made him scream involuntarily. "Kill him quickly,"

"Kill!!" The only intact assassin could only brace himself and rush forward with his knife raised.

He knew that he could not let Yang Qianyou continue to throw knives like this, otherwise, the four of him would die without any injuries.

When Yang Qian saw three or five leaps, he jumped into the air, and the sword struck the air like a sword.

The moment the opponent dared to jump up and draw the sword, his fate was already sealed.

This time, Yang Qian did not throw the knife, but raised his foot and all the snow foam on the ground flew up, disrupting the opponent's sight.

At the moment when the opponent's sight was blocked by the snow foam, he felt panicked and fell to the ground, sinking in an attempt to maintain his balance.

Yang Qian is a talented student from the sports academy who has practiced Muay Thai, Sanda, and kickboxing.

Finally, at this moment, he used the leg sweep he had practiced so many times in the nursing school team of the Sports Academy, and directly and fiercely swept the opponent's calf and thigh at the junction.

The assassin, who had just landed and had not fully regained his balance, immediately lost his center of gravity and fell backwards.

Then he saw Yang Qian, who had a face as beautiful as a crown jewel, and he had once again pulled out a long sword with a ring, and the sword was as bright as snow...

The assassin instantly felt his body light up and his whole body was spinning. In his sight, there were both cold snow, blue sky and bright sun...

After all, Yang Guang couldn't help it and turned his face carefully. He saw a human head with wide eyes rolling on the ground.

He saw an assassin whose chest was directly penetrated by a long ring knife, and he was leaning against a big tree with his eyes open.

I also saw Yang Qian striding forward, waving the long ring knife in his hand, and rushing towards the other two assassins who were already seriously injured.

At this moment, the assassin who was stabbed in the right arm and chest suddenly saw the injured eunuch who should have died turning his head to look this way.

Seeing that the face that should have been fair and delicate was covered with thick beard, he still didn't understand what was going on.

Mixed with grief and anger, he exerted enough strength to enter the bridal chamber and screamed to the sky: "The tyrant Yang Guang is here!!!!!"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Qian's sword light had already reached...

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Yang Guang stared blankly ahead and saw this gentle and handsome young man pulling out a bloody long knife, wiping off the blood and returning it to the sheath on his back.

The eight-handled long sword was inserted into his back again, and Yang Qian picked up another long-handled sword and inserted it into the empty sheath on his waist.

I looked at the Sui emperor who had taken the initiative to expose me with some helplessness, and I really had the urge to kick him in the butt.

"Your Majesty, we have been exposed..."

"...Well, this is my fault, what should I do now?"

Yang Guang grinned awkwardly and struggled to stand up. He could have escaped, but in the end, because he got carried away for a moment...

Ha...what do you think? What else can I do?

Yang Qian could only try not to show his disgusting expression, and calmly walked up to Yang Guang and bowed.

"Your Majesty, let's..."

Before Yang Qian finished speaking, the two of them heard a roar coming from a distance, coming towards them.

It must have been the dying assassin who gave the warning, causing the assassins who went to hunt down the escaped eunuch to come back and pursue him.

Yang Guang met Yang Qian's gaze, sighed sadly, and opened his arms slightly. "Thank you, Mr. Yang Qing... Come, come, day, day..." (I'm definitely not driving, and you have no evidence.

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Before he finished speaking, Yang Qian couldn't wait to pick Yang Guang up again, took a deep breath and continued running on the road.

The superior bumpy performance of the No. 11 bus made it impossible for Yang Guang to speak completely.

If it weren't for Yang Qian's profound knowledge, what Yang Guang should have said was "There will be good rewards in the future."

It is very likely that now, with a chill all over his body, he will throw this bearded gay man directly to the ground and chop him into thirty or fifty pieces to vent his hatred.

Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty shut his mouth tightly with shame on his face. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and really didn't know the truth that you can't talk while running.

The seven extremely frustrated assassins were obviously less than twenty steps away from the two eunuchs, but when they heard the miserable screams of their companions before they died, they...

Angrily, they turned around again and ran towards the way they came. When they rushed to the place where the colorful tiger who had met the Ten Swordsman and the seriously injured eunuch fell dead.

Only the dead bodies of four companions were seen. In the distance, there was still the figure with eight knives stuck in his back, walking vigorously.

He ran with such heroic posture and elegant gait, like a handsome horse galloping against the sun...

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Chapter completed!