Chapter 48 The Darkness in the Sun [Middle]

Cao Feiliang and Song Xing and other confidants next to him were immediately frightened and almost jumped out of their throats. If Zhao Jin lowered his head slower, the arrow would be as simple as taking away a black hat. Instead, it penetrated Zhao Jin's head. As for how they would be in a downfall after Zhao Jin died, they could not imagine.

Before their hearts could be put back to their original position, Zhao Qian had already let out a depressing cry of pain. An arrow stabbed Zhao Qian's right shoulder, and the green sleeves were like thin paper dripping from ink, and a pool of bright blood spread out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhao Jin couldn't help but fall to the ground, but his foot was put on the stirrup. If the war horse was frightened at this time and dragged Zhao Jin to run wildly, the consequences would be unimaginable. Fortunately, although the horses in the Song Dynasty were of poor quality, the imperial horses sent to Song Renzong were still watery. Zhao Jin, the imperial horses given by Song Renzong, stood calmly on the ground.

Zhao Qian didn't dare to bet that the imperial horse was as gentle as ever. He quickly pulled out the blood-shadow dagger hidden in his arms. With a "squeak", the rope on the stirrup immediately broke. Zhao Qian didn't even bother to deal with the bronze stirrup on his shoes, because another rain of arrows poured down. At this time, Zhao Qian was most grateful that he did not grow long hair. Although Zhao Qian grew up slowly with age and was not so rebellious, his hair was left, just to his shoulders!

Although it is not comfortable and has a great impact on vision, it is better than the one with hair reaching the waist.

I have to say that the imperial guards sent to Zhao Jin were of relatively high quality and did not work or work. After slamming Zhao Jin to the ground, two imperial guards immediately turned over and rushed over, protecting Zhao Jin with their bodies. They asked with a nervous and concerned look on their faces: "Prince, are you okay?"

Because it was too hasty, Zhao Jin was accidentally touched the arrow shaft by an imperial guard soldier, and immediately led the arrowhead pierced into the flesh. Zhao Jin couldn't help but groan, but Zhao Jin was also a ruthless man. He held the arrow shaft with his backhand and quickly cut the arrow shaft with the Blood Shadow dagger. Although he was already holding the arrow shaft tightly, the wound was still torn open again.

enduring the severe pain, Zhao Qian pressed his left hand on the wound, stood up shakingly, and said, "Go!"

Another imperial guard soldier rode on his horse and didn't care about knocking down the person, shouting: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Of course, he didn't escape, but opened the way for Zhao Qian. Moreover, he was very dangerous like this. Riding a horse on the street is really a standout and is the easiest to be attacked.

Sure enough, after walking three or four feet away, the imperial soldier screamed, and was hit by three arrows at the same time and fell to the ground, stirring up a circle of dust. The people nearby became even more frightened and screamed.

Zhao Qian looked back and saw that he was overturned. Song Xing, Xiao Xuanzi, Cao Feiliang and others didn't know where they went. They didn't know if they were shot by arrows.

An imperial soldier's eyes lit up and he hurriedly pulled Zhao Qian to the right. "Prince! Hurry up, there is a carriage in front!"

Zhao Qian hurriedly followed, and another imperial soldier waved his long sword in his hand to block the arrows shot from the space.

At this time, the assassin was also secretly anxious and launched his last move. Three big men holding ring-headed swords suddenly rushed out of the street, and each big man was extremely strange and strong. The three big men were all six feet away! Don’t watch TV series often say something about a seven-foot man, the Song Dynasty was 31.68 centimeters, about six feet, which means that these big men were all over 1.8 meters!

Moreover, in ancient times, there was relatively lack of nutrition. In ancient times, 1.8 meters was equivalent to a small giant. Compared to their height, their bodies were more eye-catching. The upper body of these big men was covered with mysterious runes written in red cinnabar, and a circle of talisman paper tied with ropes was placed on their chests.

"Take the prince away!" The imperial soldiers who were originally blocking the arrows saw that they could not escape, and they could not blame their lives. They cried out with a tragic cry and waved their swords to meet them.

"Damn it! Maitreya Cult!" Zhao Qian was furious. Just by watching these charlatans play, he knew that the Tenth ** was Maitreya Cult making trouble.

Although the other imperial guard soldier had tears in his eyes, he knew that it was not the time to be sad, so he hurriedly dragged Zhao Jin. When he arrived behind the carriage, he saw that the wooden door was closed and he didn't care about it and slashed at the wooden door with a knife.

The wood chips splashed, and the originally not thick wooden door was immediately broken half on the ground, and there were crying sounds from the carriage. At this time, the imperial soldiers did not have the smell of pity for jade, and quickly chopped the other half of the broken wooden door with a knife. "Prince, get on the carriage!"

Although Zhao Qian wanted to get on the carriage, he found that his body's strength was away from him little by little, which was poisonous! Zhao Qian soon knew the reason. In fact, Zhao Qian had already felt it before, but it was too critical at that time, and it was bleeding a lot, which gave Zhao Qian the illusion of excessive bleeding.

Just after thinking about it, Zhao Qian was not surprised. Since the other party assassinated him, how could it be simple? It is even more necessary to use poison. I just hope that the poison will not be too powerful, otherwise even if I escape from Taiping Street, I will die of poison.

"Prince! What's wrong with you?" The Imperial Army soldier was shocked and turned his head to look over. He saw that Zhao Qian had a blue face and a white lips.

Before Zhao Qi could answer, a scream came from behind. The sound was the imperial soldiers who had been cut off from behind. He could not support him for too long.

Hearing the screams of the imperial soldier before his death, Zhao Qian didn't know where he came from. He just didn't want to let down the soldier who didn't even know his name, and exchanged his life for a trace of vitality.

Zhao Qin grabbed the handrail with one hand and stepped on the edge with one foot. With a strong force, the man flipped inside. The imperial soldiers did not follow him because he found that the coachman had left when he had left. In fact, it was precisely because of this that the carriage was parked nearby. The imperial soldiers had to be the coachman.

Zhao Xiuya never thought she would have such a day. She originally went out to play at the Tokyo Stadium, but was inexplicably affected by an assassination.

Mafu Lu Er, who was honest and honest in the past, left her and her maid Wan'er and Dongmei, fearing death. In his wandering, what he welcomed was not a savior hero, but a vicious guy. He actually cut open the car door with one knife, and Zhao Xiuya felt that her blood was frozen. Then a young man came in from outside, covered in blood. Zhao Xiuya didn't know why, but she felt that she was so calm that she didn't scream and didn't say anything, but she was in the mood to look at the handsome appearance of the young man.

Although this young man had a disheveled hair and a pale face, he still exuded a sense of heroism. A flame was burning in his dull eyes, resolute, unyielding, and courageous! PS: There is a second update around ten o'clock!
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