The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

The assassins in the early years, in fact, cannot be called assassins, but knights.

Because, at this time, their motives for assassination are often relatively simple, mostly because they are grateful for the kindness of the client, and are willing to risk their lives to assassinate the target person.

As the so-called scholar dies for his confidant, this is what he refers to.

However, since the beginning of the Qin Dynasty, assassins have gradually begun to shed the category of knights.

It can be said that it was from this time that the system and organization of assassins in this period gradually became standardized.

Assassins, assassins, part-time jobs and the same attributes as dead soldiers are mostly supported by prominent figures in certain places, and have become a means of resolving political conflicts and contradictions.

Especially the aristocratic family of a big man is indispensable for the dark methods of raising assassins, which are used for vendetta, revenge and other shady activities.

Of course, the existence of Ying and the relationship between Diaochan and Diaochan are also very complicated, but they are also the same existence.

At this moment, when he had gained the upper hand in terms of weapons, Ying naturally would not let go of the opportunity easily.

However, Deng Hua will not let it go, even if he is holding a broken gun, he still insists on resisting.

The two rushed to each other in a few steps at the same time, with swords and guns, and every move was aimed at the opponent's fatal vital point.

For a moment, the cold wind gusts, and the two of them are like two black and gray whirlwinds, tightly entangled with each other.

With a flash of brilliance in his eyes, Deng Hua still poured a lot of energy into the half-cut spear in his hand, arousing his vigor.

While swinging away the sharp left-handed blade of the opponent's black shadow, he suddenly turned downwards, and at the same time blocked the short blade with the opponent's right hand that pierced his waist.

This guy……

In a moment of thought, Ying who missed the hit suddenly turned his left hand and struck with a backhand. His hand turned into a knife and slashed fiercely at Deng Hua's arm, which was about to be held by his right hand.

Immediately, before Deng Hua could react, Ying's body leaned slightly before, and took advantage of the situation to hit Deng Hua's chest with an elbow.

Even Deng Hua didn't expect that Yinghe would change his moves in this situation. He took a severe blow in the chest, felt his eyes go dark, and fell backwards involuntarily.

Ying's waist exerted strength, and the whole person turned over from the original place, switched the dagger in his left hand to his right, and stared at Deng Hua not far away.

Deng Hua on the other side also supported the ground with his hands at the moment of falling to the ground, jumped back and let go of his remaining strength, and stood in front of the shadow again panting, but there was still an indescribable tightness in his chest Feeling, obviously, that elbow just now hurt Deng Hua's valve.

The two stood quietly, each holding a weapon, their eyes fixed on each other's every movement, so that the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

"You, can you still hold on? Let's give up resistance!"

There was no fluctuation in Ying's eyes, but his words were full of joking and murderous intent. As he spoke, a bit of narrowness appeared in his eyes, and he said in a strange tone.

Looking at Ying's eyes that seemed to see through everything and looked at the dead, Deng Hua felt a little uncomfortable, and snorted coldly, "Hmph, that may not be so."

"Then you try it!" Ying's eyes turned cold, and he took a deep breath, and the hostility in his body suddenly rose sharply. The level of hostility seemed to be like a hurricane blowing in the flat ground, which made people feel angry. fear.

After a few breaths, Ying raised his right hand, and saw a flash of brilliance in his eyes. His right hand held a black blade, and suddenly swung it towards him at an extremely fast speed.

The black blade in the shadow's hand suddenly trembled rapidly, and then moved slowly, and every time the black blade moved a little, it would leave a substantial afterimage of the blade in the void.

Deng Hua over there suddenly felt a slight wind blowing behind him, he turned his head subconsciously, but was horrified to see a shiny short blade stabbing straight at his neck.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the empty side beside him. Before he could react, the black shadow assassin drew forward and disarmed Deng Hua's broken spear.

Immediately, the black shadow turned around again, slashed across Deng Hua's body with a backhand blow, and then turned the sharp blade in his hand, stabbing directly at Deng Hua's face. The whole process was coherent and smooth, like flowing clouds and flowing water.

"puff"

A stream of blood spurted out, Deng Hua covered his face with his left hand and stepped back a few steps, looking at the black figure standing in front of him in disbelief, it was several times faster than before, like a black glow Jumped in front of himself.

How can it be!

Why did this guy suddenly speed up so much?

Could it be... he was always hiding his strength? !

Deng Hua's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart was shocked, because in his perception, Ying's murderous intent was geometrically increasing.

"噗嗤" Accompanied by a gushing spurt of blood, countless black shadows surged continuously, their sharp edges flashing.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The flesh on Deng Hua's face was rolled up exaggeratedly, especially in the socket of the right eye, there was still a stream of thick juice flowing from the corner of the eye to the ears. The sizzling blood.

With a howl, with a tyrannical aura, Deng Hua's aura surged, and a layer of red light outside his body formed a blood-colored giant dog, which was extremely ferocious.

280 six corrosion

Deng Hua's blood erupted all over his body, and he waved his hand suddenly. The blood that came out turned into long snakes, twisting and wandering around Ying's side, as if he had come to life. Potential, kill him.

"Stubbornly resist!" With a cold snort, Ying was filled with black energy, stretched out his hand to pinch a long bloody snake, gently broke it, and held a piece in his hand.

Not to mention, although it was said that it was influenced by Deng Hua's stimulation, and the bloody snake that became it had a certain impact, but under Ying's offensive, it was still unable to compete.

In the next instant, Ying's body was filled with black mist, and several afterimages gradually flashed out.

With a thought, the red blood energy that had erupted was instantly extinguished, leaving only the rising temperature around and the remaining traces at the bottom, showing the power of the previous explosion.

Looking at Hei Ying's face so close at hand, Deng Hua couldn't help being startled, and subconsciously waved the broken spear in his right hand forward.

However, to his surprise, his right hand, and even the broken gun in his hand, actually penetrated the opponent's body.

Then, it turned out to be just an afterimage!

"This time, your right hand... I accept it."

Accompanied by a cold and emotionless speech, Deng Hua suddenly felt that Ying grabbed his right arm.

Immediately, with a movement of his eyes, Deng Hua felt the hostile movement with all his strength, and suddenly, he felt that Ying stabbed his arm hard with a short blade, the blade pierced his shoulder, so that his entire body With only one arm, I can no longer muster the slightest strength.

Deng Hua was shocked for a moment.

In this regard, the corner of Ying's mouth turned into an arc of disdain.

Watching Deng Hua's slow movements, the opponent's next moves appeared in his mind from time to time, whether it was withdrawing or raising the gun, they were all right, absolutely flawless.

"Brushing" Deng Hua's shoulder and arm, the sharp blade in Shadow's hand once again gave a very narrow and long scar, and blood gushed out.

Feeling the intense pain from his right arm, Deng Hua gritted his teeth, turned the broken spear in his left hand, and stabbed backward again.

Accompanied by a loud bang, he felt that the other party let go of his paralyzed right arm, but before he could take a deep breath, that ghostly figure appeared in front of him again.

The black shadow at this time, even the corners of his eyes showed wisps of smiles, it was obvious that Deng Hua's current state was exactly what he wanted.

"This time, I'm here to kill you!" The cold killing intent came out from Ziying's mouth leisurely.