The First Tyrant of Daxia

Chapter 110: The remnants of He Li!

"boom."

Qin Yun was thrown to the ground. Seeing the arrow that had penetrated half an inch into the ground, he felt a surge of fear.

If it weren't for Murong Shunhua, he would have been completely disappointed.

"There's an assassin! Protect the master!"

The angry roars of Tao Yang and others were heard outside the small building.

Then they drew their swords and fought with the group of men in black who suddenly appeared.

"Master, are you okay?" Shadow guard Aniu rushed in, looking nervous.

A surge of anger surged in Qin Yun's heart. It had been less than ten days since Wang Wei's downfall, and yet someone came to assassinate him again. How audacious!

"What the hell are you doing? I was almost shot by an arrow, you bunch of rubbish!"

The shadow guards and others all knelt down, feeling extremely anxious.

At this time, Murong Shunhua bent down and picked up the arrow that had sunk deep into the ground. She looked at it carefully with her starry eyes and said slowly, "The arrow is very heavy, and the bow is very powerful. It takes at least ten years of practice to pull it out."

"I guess it's a gangster killer."

Qin Yun frowned and said to A Niu and the others unhappily, "What are you still standing there for? Get out and help Guard Tao catch people!"

"All assassins, not a single one shall be left behind!"

"This king wants to live!"

The shadow guards looked a little hesitant, because they had to ensure Qin Yun's close safety.

Qin Yun was about to get angry again.

The six shadow guards were a little scared, so they had to go out to help. But at the same time, ten imperial guards came in to protect Qin Yun.

Outside the small building.

The flashing of swords and the shadow of sabers were filled with murderous intent.

The more than one hundred men in black were all very skilled and were by no means reckless. They fought back and forth with Tao Yang's group of the most elite guards of the imperial army.

Even, it is suppression!

"call out!"

"boom!"

Aniu opened the flare, and the red light exploded in the sky like fireworks.

It won't be long before a large number of imperial guards arrive at the palace.

The bodies fell one after another, the battle was extremely fierce, and if they were not even close, they would be killed by a single sword.

Inside the small building.

Qin Yun stood with his hands behind his back, looking outside with a serious expression, blood splattering everywhere.

Who are they, whose people are they? Are they two big fish behind the scenes?

My coming out is top secret, how do these people know my whereabouts? They must be spies, there must be spies around me!

Murong Shunhua suddenly came to his side, tilted his head and asked, "Why would these assassins in the martial arts world ambush you, the prince?"

"Maybe someone in the court hired someone to kill someone." Qin Yun frowned.

Murong Shunhua looked at him suspiciously. She always felt that this man was not that simple. The guards around him alone were different from ordinary people, especially the shadow guard!

Suddenly, her crystal earlobe moved.

A proud sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "How dare you break into my small building? You really don't know how to live or die!"

"Get off!"

She yelled, startling Qin Yun.

The slender sword in her hand was unsheathed, emitting a dazzling cold light. She threw it, and it soared into the sky. The sword energy overflowed and pierced the ceiling.

"Pfft!"

"what!"

There was a scream from above, and then a black figure fell down in a panic, smashing the wooden board.

The sudden scene frightened the imperial guards, and they rushed to protect the emperor.

The black figure lying on the ground was a thin man.

His leg was completely pierced by the sword, and he was in so much pain that he eventually passed out.

Qin Yun's face was as black as charcoal. He glanced coldly at the surrounding imperial guards and said, "What a bunch of good-for-nothings! The man is right above my head, and you haven't noticed yet!"

Murong Shunhua drew back the sword, and the sword was not stained with blood.

She explained: "This is a famous breath-holding technique in the martial arts world. It even fooled me, so it's not your men's fault."

Qin Yun looked at the man in black on the ground: "Which sect is he from?"

Murong shook his head: "I don't know. There are too many people in the martial arts world, and they may not be from a certain sect."

"Those who dare to assassinate the prince of the current dynasty are most likely desperate criminals."

Hearing this, Qin Yun frowned and signaled the imperial guards to arrest the man and bring him back to the prison for further interrogation.

"Thank you, Miss Murong. Without you today, I would be in danger." He bowed and thanked sincerely.

Murong Shunhua was somewhat displeased with his politeness. She frowned slightly, and her eyes and eyebrows seemed to be disturbed by a ripple on a calm lake.

This thief man wants to kiss me one moment, and then be so polite the next moment, what does he mean?

Wei Wei said coldly: "You should be more careful in the future. There are hundreds of assassins in the martial arts world, and they are very powerful."

"Being able to mobilize so many people shows that the mastermind is not simple."

Qin Yun nodded, not realizing that the woman was already throwing a tantrum.

"Is it because of Wang Wei's downfall that some people are looking for revenge on you?" Murong Shunhua asked doubtfully.

Qin Yun nodded: "It's very likely."

"Oh." She sighed softly, with some worry in her eyes.

Qin Yun suddenly smiled with his big white teeth, stepped forward and whispered: "Miss Murong, do you care so much about me?"

Murong Shunhua glanced at him coldly and said, "Believe it or not, I will throw you out immediately and let those killers hack you to death!"

Qin Yun smiled awkwardly and did not continue teasing, but took the opportunity to invite her.

"Miss Murong, you are a skilled martial artist and you know a lot about martial arts. I would like to invite you to be my personal consultant for a while. What do you think?"

Murong Shunhua's foxy face was puzzled: "What is a personal consultant?"

"It's a bodyguard, military advisor, etc. all rolled into one!" Qin Yun said.

"Not interested!" Murong Shunhua refused directly, sat on a chair nearby, and looked at the battle outside.

She is very aloof. As the head of a sect, how could she be someone else's bodyguard?

"Aren't you afraid that I'll be in danger again next time and be killed?" Qin Yun persuaded.

Murong Shunhua looked at him deeply, and then she opened her lips slightly, with a minty scent: "Where is the old man Feng beside you? Why is he not here today? I can feel that he is unfathomable!"

Qin Yun turned his eyes around and said, "There are always times when he is not around."

"Humph!"

She snorted softly, with all her grace!

"Qin Xiaobu, I warn you not to have any inappropriate ideas. You look shifty and have no intention of doing anything good."

"Forget about that idea. I can't possibly be your bodyguard."

After she finished speaking, her beautiful eyes widened and she glared at Qin Yun. She wondered if this man just wanted to take advantage of her martial arts?

Qin Yun still didn't give up and wanted to continue lobbying.

But at this moment, a roar broke out outside the small building.

"Brothers, kill, and avenge Lord Hebery!"

I saw a man in tight clothes leading ten gangsters rushing into the small building.

Shadow guard Aniu and others wanted to rush to help, but were held back by other assassins.

Qin Yun's face changed. The remnants of He Baili?

The ten imperial guards in the small building were on high alert, sweating coldly.

At the side, Murong Shunhua's slender jade hand was already on the hilt of the sword. Although she rejected Qin Yun verbally, she would not watch him being assassinated.

"Rebel!"

A cold snort suddenly appeared in the darkness.

Mr. Feng is here!

He had a hunched back and gray hair, but he had the aura of a tiger descending from the mountain.

"die!"

He quickly flashed to the door of the small building, blocking the way, and with a slight wave of his withered hand, he broke the neck of a gangster killer.

The face of the leading man in tight clothes changed slightly, and he looked at Old Feng with fear.

He clenched his knife and growled, "Brothers, come together, fight quickly and kill this old man first!"