Fortunately, Ling Yao's carriage was in front, but it couldn't pick up the speed, so their horses were not fast, otherwise they would be tripped.

"Everyone, be careful!" Jingyang, who was walking at the front, shouted, then jumped up and flew to the ground from the horse.

Jing Xi also jumped up, flipped backwards and landed firmly on the ground.

Two horses were tripped and fell to the ground, causing a cloud of dust.

Immediately afterwards, a group of masked men rushed over from all around with murderous intent.

Jing Xi is a crazy person. Seeing so many people asking him to practice his skills, he suddenly became excited and eager to say: "Secret guard, don't take action yet, let us practice our skills first!"

Wu Xiaoke was born as a ruffian and a life-threatening master. He was not good at martial arts and was not afraid. He rushed forward with a big blade.

Ling Yao took out her own Flame Soul-Resisting Whip, "Just in time, my Flame Soul-Resisting Whip hasn't seen blood for a long time!"

Jingyang pursed his lips without saying a word, drew out his sword, rushed out, and started a melee with the masked man.

The secret guards didn't come out, so the guards didn't dare to stand by and watch. They were not idle, dealing with the assassins on the side, and they didn't make a killing move, waiting for the opportunity to let the little masters take action.

Is it easy to be someone's bodyguard?

You also have to coax the children!

Such a commotion only fueled the assassin's arrogance.

The leader of the assassin had good martial arts. He glanced at the children with a gloomy expression, snorted softly, and swung the long sword in his hand, and a wave of Gang Qi swept over them like a tide.

Jing Xi was full of fighting spirit, and pulled Ling Yao to the side, blocking her in front of her: "Sister, please step back and leave these people to us! Wow, ya, ya, kill them, you bastards!"

Ling Yao swung the flaming soul-reverse whip in her hand, "Go to hell!"

The two sides were fighting, and the scene was unbearable to watch.

The leader of the assassin sneered and said in a deep voice: "You can't fly today, so you may die."

Wu Xiaoke sneered, "You are the ones who will die!"

"Ha!" the leader of the assassins sneered, "You little kid, you have such a loud voice, you are not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue."

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly dodged and walked through the crowd and struck Wu Xiaoke with his sword.

Among this group of people, Wu Xiaoke has the lowest martial arts skills and is his weak point.

Ling Yao killed an assassin and saw that Wu Xiaoke was about to suffer disaster. The flame soul-reverse whip wrapped around the sword like a fiery spiritual snake and rescued Wu Xiaoke from the sword.

Jingyang's whole body momentum changed, and the long sword in his hand moved with him, swinging out from bottom to top, bringing out a mighty sword energy.

"Boom!" It collided with the sword that the assassin leader swung again, roaring fiercely, and the aftermath was even more shocking.

The violent impact caused both of them to retreat, but the leader of the assassins seemed to be more at ease, falling backwards with light steps.

But Jingyang stumbled a few steps quickly before he regained his balance.

The assassin leader's eyes were contemptuous, and he waved the sword in his hand again. The sword energy advanced layer by layer like sparkling waves, strangled towards Jingyang.

Jingyang looked solemn and did not dare to underestimate the enemy. He turned his long sword and stood it in front of him to protect his vital points.

Jing Xi's eyes widened when he saw it, and he struck the assassin leader from behind with a sword. The sword energy was like a rainbow, shocking the world.

But even so, when he clashed with the assassin leader's sword energy, he was still at a disadvantage, as if he was stuck in a quagmire.

The assassin leader was approaching step by step, and his pressure became stronger and stronger. The two brothers Jing Xi and Jing Yang were suffocated.

Together, the two brothers are no match for the assassin leader. He is indeed too strong.

The two brothers looked at each other and exchanged tactics with each other.

Jingyang struck hard with his sword and then retreated.

Jing Xi stabbed him with his sword and ran towards the guards.

"Want to run?" The assassin leader said disdainfully, then he tapped his feet lightly and flew towards him.

"Be careful!" Ling Yao was shocked and wanted to turn around to support, but was surrounded by killers and couldn't escape, so she could only panic.

Jing Xi and Jing Yang turned around and released their hidden swords at the same time, shooting at the assassin leader's life gates one after another.

The assassin leader suddenly came to his senses, his face looked ugly, and he gritted his teeth and cursed: "Despicable! He actually stabbed someone in the dark."

Jing Xi chuckled and said, "Assassin, you are really shameless when you say this."

Assassin leader: "..."

He danced the sword so that it was airtight, but it was difficult to dodge in the air, and he was still hit by a crossbow arrow in his leg.

The crossbow arrows were poisoned. The assassin leader felt his legs go numb, so he knew the crossbow arrows were poisonous. But Jing Xi and Jing Yang stabbed at them again with their swords, and he had no time to take antidote pills and treat the wounds.

It was estimated that the time for the poison to take effect had arrived, so the two brothers said in unison: "Suffer death!"

Then they all drew out their swords and stabbed at him, attacking him from the top and bottom respectively.

The assassin leader felt dizzy and bit the base of his tongue hard. The pain refreshed him and he swung his sword from top to bottom.

The sword energy was so violent that it shocked Jing Xi and Jing Yang back again and again.

Jing Xi felt her chest suffocate, and her throat felt fishy and sweet. She swallowed it down and sneered: "Hey, it's really hard!"

Jingyang stabilized his body and said: "There are so many experts around us, of course they will send serious experts over!"

The assassin leader laughed ferociously, took an antidote pill while he was breathing, and then stabbed him with his sword.

Jing Xi smiled inexplicably at him, thinking that eldest sister's poison could be cured by ordinary antidote?

Jingyang smiled and said nothing, only hiding but not attacking.

The assassin leader's heart tightened inexplicably, and he felt bad. Suddenly, his abdomen twisted, and his vision turned completely dark.

Jing Xi and Jing Yang took advantage of the moment when he was suffocated, and stabbed his throat and chest with their swords at the same time.

Assassins are dead warriors and will not give up until they achieve their goals. Even if the leader dies, the others do not disperse, but become more ferocious.

These are all top-notch masters. How many children are our opponents?

Ling Yao didn't want to see the guards get hurt because of their willfulness, so she immediately called the secret guards for help.

The situation immediately reversed, and the assassins retreated after being killed.

One person was left alive and asked, and it turned out to be someone from His Highness the Tenth Prince.

His Royal Highness is dead, but there are still a group of dead soldiers in the hands of Empress Dowager Zhao’s natal family.

At this time, His Royal Highness's funeral procession had already left the North City Gate.

The white sails are fluttering and paper money is flying in the wind, which is similar to the funeral of ordinary wealthy families.

His Royal Highness, the Tenth Highness, killed his father and brother, and was expelled from the royal family by Jing Yu. He was not allowed to enter the imperial mausoleum, so he was buried in a place with good feng shui.

After the tomb was set up, the people from the Ministry of Rites left.

When everyone was gone, an old lady came from the woods in the distance, supported by two women in monk's robes.

This old lady is the Queen Mother Zhao. She has no memory and her eyes are a little confused and confused.

He walked to the tombstone, touched the tombstone, and asked, "Why are there no words on it?"

The tall woman said: "That's what the higher-ups meant."

Queen Mother Zhao frowned and murmured: "Is this really my son? Am I really the Queen Mother?"
Chapter completed!