Sun Wangcai, who was afraid of death, closed his eyes when he jumped to Zhu Cixuan. He was afraid that he would not have such courage to open his eyes. He opened his arms and blocked Zhu Cixuan and shouted: "Your Highness, run away!"

Zhu Cilang was not willing to escape from his only son. He just never expected that Wangcai could really stand in front of him. This moved Zhu Cilang very much. He pulled Wangcai to the side: "Don't die, let go."

Meng Fanchao saw the danger. He was entangled by the other three assassins and could not help him. His right arm stretched out and another sleeve arrow flew out.

With a 'swoosh!', the sleeve arrow flew out and hit the assassin's heart.

At the same time, among the three assassins surrounding Meng Fanchao, one of them slashed out with one knife, hitting Meng Fanchao's right arm. Meng Fanchao slashed backwards and cut off half of the opponent's head.

The power of the sleeve arrow is limited after all, and the assassin who pounced on Zhu Cixuan in front of Zhu Cixuan was not fatal. At this time, Zhu Cixuan pulled Sun Wangcai away and then rolled on the ground.

When he stood up again, Zhu Cilang grabbed a handful of white ash in his hand.

This is a handful of quicklime. When they were hiding under the eaves of this house, Zhu Cilang saw the pile of white lime powder covered with straw mat next to him. This is a newly built house, which probably has not lived in it. Lime is used to build houses and wiping walls.

The assassin was shot in an arrow on the back and was screaming in pain. At this time, Zhu Cixuan seized the opportunity and scattered a handful of quicklime over.

"Ah my eyes! Be careful of this little prince making a fool. Be careful. I can't see anything, ah my eyes!"

The assassin, who covered his eyes and ran around, turned around for two circles and suddenly cried. It turned out that at some point, he was also hit by a sleeve arrow in his throat. I think it was Meng Fanchao who just fired it.

In a blink of an eye, only two of the eight assassins were left. Meng Fanchao himself was injured in his right arm.

The remaining two assassins were about to escape. They knew that the secret guard was powerful, and if they continued to fight, they would have to throw their lives here. They escaped and searched for reinforcements.

The assassins were divided into four groups, with the remaining three groups and more than twenty people. As long as the reinforcements were brought over, Zhu Cixuan and the others would have to die no matter how capable they were.

Zhu Cilang naturally knew this truth, so he shouted: "Don't let them escape!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Fanchao flew out his sleeves. This time he shot at the two of them. He didn't want to kill the enemy, but wanted to hurt the enemy so that they could not escape.

One of them hit two sleeve arrows in a row, and the other dodged the sleeve arrow in the upper body. His right leg hurt and it turned out that he was hit by an arrow in his calf.

At this time, Meng Fanchao used his life's unique skill. He handed the knife to his left hand. He was dazzled by the chain of swords with his left hand. The man who hit two sleeve arrows in a row was immediately killed and the knife was under the knife.

The remaining assassin dragged his lame legs and jumped step by step to escape. Meng Fanchao caught up with him, slapped the man over the hilt of the long sword, and then pointed the tip of the knife at the man on the ground: "Say, who did you send him?"

Unexpectedly, this man was extremely tough. He grabbed Meng Fanchao's blade and pushed his neck forward, breaking himself under the blade.

The prisoner's fate is extremely tragic, and life is worse than death. Especially when he is caught in the imperial prison, he will definitely attract the mastermind. These people are well-trained, so Zhu Cilang couldn't help but feel his hair standing up.

It seems that these people are not going to target themselves overnight. Who are they and why do they have to kill themselves? Countless questions flashed in their minds...

"It's here, there are fighting sounds over there, don't let them escape, chase them!"

If Meng Fanchao hadn't reacted quickly and threw the assassin away, the three of them would have become the other person's sword ghosts at this time. But even so, the remaining three groups of people still surrounded him after searching for sound.

Meng Fanchao secretly complained: My life is over! Not to mention that he was injured in his arm, even if he was not injured, he would no longer be the opponent of those remaining people. It doesn’t matter if he died, the crown prince’s life is no longer safe.

The shaky Ming Dynasty has finally produced a talented person like the crown prince. Could it be that today is really going to be killed?

The assassin's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and he was about to be lucky. In a hurry, Zhu Cixuan bent down and picked up a long sword thrown away by the enemy, then separated the clothes on his chest. He wiped the blood from a dead body into his chest.

Sun Wangcai didn't understand yet: "Your Highness, what are you doing?"

At this time, Meng Fanchao also walked over with his wounds. Seeing Zhu Cilang's actions, he was happy: "What a plan, Your Highness, lie down quickly!"

Meng Fanchao held the knife in his left hand and walked to the corner of the wall to insert the long knife into the crack of the brick. Then he beat it hard, and Meng Fanchao, who was born with divine power, actually broke the long knife into both ends.

Meng Fanchao was stunned. He originally wanted to put the blade into the crack of the brick with the idea of ​​trying it out. He didn't expect that the sword was so fragile that he broke the knife.

He threw the partition wall of the knife tip into the residential yard, and then inserted half of the blade into Zhu Cixuan's chest. At the same time, he dripped the blood from his right arm on Zhu Cixuan's chest.

At the same time, he lifted the knife in Zhu Cixuan's hand and kicked Sun Wangcai again: "Cry."

Sun Wangcai, who was always slow to see a little mentally retarded, was stunned: "What, what."

Zhu Cilang opened his eyes: "Just think I am dead, cry!"

After saying that, Zhu Cilang tilted his head and closed his eyes. Sun Wangcai leaned over and held the broken knife on Zhu Cilang's chest and howled.

"Your Highness, your highness, you wake up, your highness, you die so miserable, your highness, you wake up..."

At this moment, the remaining people of the assassins finally turned around the alley and saw corpses all over the ground, as well as Zhu Cixuan who died tragically.

Wangcai cried a few times, looked at the assassin a few times, and then howled a few times, but unfortunately he didn't rain.

Zhu Cilang was so angry that he cursed in his heart, but he couldn't speak. Meng Fanchao stepped on Wangcai's feet hard, and Wangcai said "Ao!" and then burst into tears: "Your Highness, your highness, you are so tragic. How can I tell you to the emperor? Your Highness, take me away with you, Your Highness. At this moment, Meng is these assassins. Go and kill them quickly and avenge your Highness!"

The assassins were stunned. They did not expect that this scene would be in front of them. The eight brothers just left here. Looking at the prince, the long sword was half into his heart, and the little eunuch was crying while holding the hilt of the knife. It seemed that the prince could not die any more.

The masked assassins looked at each other, not knowing whether to escape or to eradicate the roots, and solved the remaining two people together.

But looking at the corpses all over the ground, it was obvious that the guard's martial arts skills were not weak. Even if he was killed, he would probably hurt his brothers. Moreover, Meng Fanchao stood with his sword at this time, his eyes were red: "You killed the prince, I can't survive anyway. Today I will fight with you! Kill one to make enough money, kill two to earn one!"
Chapter completed!