Chapter 811: One arrow!

Even just now, Zhu Xuan disregarded his own life and death, but seeing this thrilling scene, Nan Yan's heart still raised his throat.
At this moment, two slender figures suddenly appeared in the air.
The brush fell on Zhu Xuan's side, turned out to be two young girls!
The two of them held a lancet in each hand, and banged twice, directly clamped the two knives of Ah Hei, and then pulled them to both sides
The blade and the blade intersected, making a harsh sound.
Almost everyone present frowned, and Nan Yan almost reached out and covered his ears.
Although Ah Hei is fast and fast, it means that he is dexterous, but his strength is bound to be insufficient. Sure enough, the two knives in his hand are almost closed to Zhu Xuan’s neck, but they are forcibly pulled apart by two people. , And, two lancets moved forward.
The cold light is dazzling.
Ah Hei suddenly jumped back, and two lancets brushed his throat.
He turned a somersault on the volley and landed silently.
The two girls were already standing in front of Zhu Xuan, and the lancets in their hands were in a fighting posture and aimed at him.
Just now, it was almost life hanging by a thread.
However, Zhu Xuan's face always had that kind of faint smile, and said, "Oh, it's so dangerous, this king's head was almost taken away."
"..."
"But," he looked at Ashig from the corner of his eye: "It doesn't seem to be that easy, right?"
Ashig's brows tightened.
His Yihuatang, as Zhu Xuan said, elites come forth in large numbers, and this Ah Hei is already one of the rare masters, and his skill is rare in the world.
Unexpectedly, here, I encountered a hard hand beside Zhu Xuan.
This person obviously didn't do anything in the Yan Guo Dynasty. He seemed to be just a idle prince, but now it seems that it is not that simple.
Ashig said in a deep voice, "Awu, you too!"
"Yes!"
The middle-aged man named Awu also rushed up.
He was with that Ah Hei. At this time, Zhu Xuan's eyes also flashed a cold light, and said, "Sweet, touching, go!"
"Yes!"
The two girls waved the lancets in their hands, and they turned into a round of light and slew them to meet them.
Suddenly, the four people fought together.
A Hei and A Wu's kung fu is extremely high. Even if Nan Yan is a layman, he can only watch the excitement, but also can see good or bad. A Hei's dexterous figure, double swords make it superb, and that A Wu, although he is bare-handed, but The power palm is amazing.
However, the two young girls under Zhu Xuan did not give in too much.
Although the strength of the two of them is lighter, their body skills are also very good, especially the coordination of the two people is very good, one left and the right, one up and down, almost dripping.
With the steaming mist and the extremely fast body skills of these people, Nan Yan could hardly see their movements. He only saw a few figures constantly shuttled back and forth, the cold light was shining, and every time they waved, they almost wiped the body. The point is passed.
Originally, the dense fog gave people a sense of tension, but now it is even more suffocating.
At this moment, Nan Yan heard Ashig's voice in a deep voice: "Retreat."
He was talking to a few people around him.
The few people hurriedly guarded him, and carefully stepped back.
Zhu Xuan also saw this scene, and with a light wave of his hand, the surrounding archers immediately followed, the arrows in his hand gleaming with cold light, all aimed at Ashig.
In other words, it was aimed at Nanyan.
Is Zhu Xuan really not afraid of being killed by Ashig?
Seeing, they had retreated to the shore step by step, and not far behind was the big ship, with a wide sampan on the shore and the ship's side.
Several killers immediately went up and cleared the way.
At this time, Nan Yan suddenly cursed loudly: "King Ning, you bastard, you dare not care about the life and death of this palace, I must tell the emperor to let him kill you!"
Originally, the atmosphere was tense, and everyone held their breath.
Suddenly hearing her start to curse, even Ashig was taken aback.
When Zhu Xuan heard Nan Yan's yelling and cursing, his eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately sneered and said, "The imperial concubine, since you said that, the king cannot let you leave alive."
"..."
"After all, I am the emperor's good brother."
"..."
"Your hatred, I will definitely help you avenge it."
After speaking, waved.
Suddenly, those archers approached step by step. Seeing that they were almost about to walk up through the mist, Ashig was also a little panicked at this moment. He pinched Nan Yan's throat with two fingers.
I heard a loud voice.
Nan Yan couldn't even continue breathing.
Her face flushed red, and she held her breath and looked ahead. Seeing the archers approaching, the surrounding assassins in Yihuatang immediately walked in front of Ashig, blocking the sight of those people.
Because he couldn't breathe, Nan Yan's eyes turned dark.
She struggled and said, "Asig, you—you—"
Ashig gritted his teeth and said grimly: "Si Nanyan, if I really have any shortcomings here today, I will definitely let you bury me."
Every time he said a word, the strength in his hand became heavier.
Nan Yan only felt that his eyes were completely black, and his ears could not hear any sound.
Even the sound of the river flowing behind him suddenly became very far away, as if it came from thousands of miles away.
Gradually, even those voices could not be heard.
She smelled the breath of death.
At the moment when she was almost suffocating, suddenly, there was a sharp noise in her silent world.
It came from behind, like lightning.
Nan Yan only felt that the body behind her twitched suddenly, and the hand that held her throat suddenly loosened.
A large amount of air suddenly penetrated into her nose, and her lungs swelled, causing her to cough unexpectedly. That hand had completely let go of her!
what happened?
Nan Yan coughed so much that his stomach hurts. When he looked back subconsciously, he saw Ashig's eyes widened behind him. His eyes seemed to be staring out of his throat. Grid's voice.
An expression of disbelief.
And Nan Yan glanced at his chest.
A little cold light, flickering.
Immediately, a cloud of red blood stained his chest slowly, soaking his clothes in an instant.
Ashig couldn't believe it, so he turned around slowly and looked behind him.
Nan Yan also raised his head, over his shoulder, and looked back.
On the river, thick fog was scattered, and a tall figure stood resolutely on the big ship waiting silently. The bowstring in his hand was trembling slightly, still making a low voice.
And those eyes are as deep as a bottomless cold pool.
Looked at them.