On the ground, the skinny young man was kneeling on the ground, clutching the spear that had pierced into his chest. At this moment, none of the people who had charged with him were left. They had all been killed in front of the convoy.
The guard opposite him turned the spear and pulled it out. The young man suddenly felt his chest empty and fell forward powerlessly.
At this moment, he seemed to hear something. While spitting out blood, he said incoherently, "Cry … injustice … demand … justice …"
The sound of disorderly footsteps rang out, accompanied by a series of shouts. Under the lead of the masked old man, the thirty plus assassins and swordsmen had already charged towards the guards.
Before they arrived, the guards had already sensed them and the archers had already fired a volley of arrows at them.
The arrows kept falling, but these people only waved the weapons in their hands and blocked the arrows. Occasionally, they would be shot in the hands or feet, but it was as if they didn't feel anything. Their footsteps didn't even slow down. One of them directly pulled out a piece of flesh from the arrow, but it was as if he didn't feel anything. He was still shouting and running.
The convoy's guards realized that the people coming this time weren't ordinary people, but they didn't panic. Following a short copper whistle, the heavy sound of iron boots rang out. On both sides, armored pikemen holding shields steadily came forward.
A few of the assassins wielding swords and sabers charged forward. The spearmen immediately formed a formation and stabbed forward. Seven or eight of the assassins were stabbed and let out a painful howl. The footsteps of the people behind them were also hindered for a moment. In that instant, muskets stretched out from the gaps and fired off a round of shots.
Even if those assassins had taken medicine, they were still flesh and blood. Even if they could barely withstand the arrows, they couldn't withstand the flintlocks. With a loud bang, a large number of them fell down.
In just one confrontation, there were thirty or so assassins in total. Nearly half of them didn't even have the chance to do anything before losing the ability to fight.
It was worth mentioning that from the beginning of the assassination until now, not to mention that there wasn't a single death among the convoy, there wasn't even a single injury.
The difference between a well-equipped elite and a motley crew was obvious.
After the masked old man came out, he slowed down his pace and fell behind. He saw that after a round of firing, the weapon in his hand shone brightly. His figure flashed, and with a swing of his sword, a few of the spearheads were cut off. Then, he leaped sideways and crashed into the formation.
Those armored guards were actually knocked to the ground by his powerful strength, and a gap suddenly appeared in the formation. After he landed, he rolled to dissipate the force. Then, without stopping, he directly rushed towards the carriage. Any weapons that came to block him were directly cut down with a sword.
Seeing this, the remaining assassins also rushed in through the hole. Behind them, the two remaining archers on the roof began to shoot arrows in this direction, as if they weren't afraid of hitting their own people at all.
However, these guards didn't panic in the slightest when faced with such a situation. They took the initiative to part to the sides, revealing a few handgun wielders standing behind them. These people lowered the muzzles of their guns and fired at the masked old man in unison.
The masked old man originally wanted to dodge, but the guards on both sides were very experienced. They didn't attack him at all, but instead leveled their spears and swords, blocking the space he had to dodge.
In this way, he could only try to use his sword to block. However, the power of the handgun was so great that even Xuanxiu, who hadn't cultivated the Light of Heart, didn't dare to take it head on, let alone a body of flesh and blood like his.
After a boom rang out, half of his arm and sword flew out together. Then, his legs and abdomen were smashed. After he fell to the ground, he was stabbed back and forth by a few spears. Soon, he stopped moving.
However, at this moment, something strange happened on the other side.
Perhaps it was because he had been agitated by the deaths of so many of his companions, but one of them underwent a transformation under the dual effects of the medicinal effects and spiritual energy. His upper body swelled up abruptly, but his lower body didn't change at all. He turned into a deformed giant the size of two people.
However, he did not lose his rationality. After sensing the changes in his body, he held his head and ran toward the orderly group of guards in front of him.
Every step he took caused the ground to tremble. The guards who couldn't dodge in time were all sent flying by him. Regardless of whether it was the sabers, swords, or spears, they were all just white blades when they landed on his body. There was even a handgun wielder who fired a shot at him, but the effect was minimal. It only left a small bloody hole on his body.
Seeing that something was wrong, Qin Wu shouted to a young disciple next to him, "Little Zhan, protect the leader." He drew his sword from his sheath and went up to meet the masked man under the nervous and worried gazes of his disciples.
His steps were very light, and when he moved, he also adjusted his breathing. After a few steps, the breath in his chest became scorching hot.
That mutated man rushed over at this moment. Right now, there was only that giant carriage in his eyes. When he was about to get close, he suddenly discovered that there was an extra person in his line of sight. As if he was disdainful of an insect, he reached out a hand to slap him.
Qin Wu saw that large hand coming over, but he nimbly jumped to the side to avoid it. At the same time, the longsword in his hand slapped diagonally, smashing into that person's asymmetrical neck.
It was just a light slap, but this mutated man suddenly felt his center of gravity shift. Then, he lost his balance and fell to the side. Thus, he did his best to stabilize his body.
Qin Wu followed closely behind like a shadow. His body was as light as a swallow. Facing that bloated and huge body, he used his sword to poke at the man's waist.
And it was this inconspicuous point that seemed to be the last straw that broke the huge body's back. The mutated man could no longer stand and fell to the ground with a bang. However, he was still unwilling to give up. He shook his head and used both hands to support himself on the ground, trying to stand up.
At this time, Qin Wu leaped onto the man's back. The blade in his hand was dyed with a layer of crimson color. He held the sword with both hands and aimed at the man's weak neck. Then, he exerted all his strength and stabbed down.
With a puff, it was as if the sword had pierced through a water bag. Half of the sword went into the man's neck. The mutated man's limbs twitched a few times before he stopped moving.
Qin Wu raised his head and looked around proudly in the silence. Then, he turned his head and glanced at Zhang Yu, who was still riding on the horse. However, the latter's face was hidden under the hood of the cloak.
He withdrew his gaze and looked around. Then, he pulled out his sword and jumped down from the mutated man's back. He tore a piece of cloth and wiped the blood off. Then, he sheathed his sword and said, "Clean this up."
Among the group of assassins who attacked the guards, there were still three survivors. Old Chen and the man with the slanted eyebrows were among them.
They were knocked down by blunt weapons. At this moment, they were all chained up and could not move at all.
This was because the captain of the guards wanted to know how the assassins managed to sneak into his team, so he wanted to keep a few of them alive.
At this point, the assassination seemed to have ended.
Zhang Yu did not make a move from the beginning to the end. He sat steadily in the saddle. The ones who attacked the convoy just now were mainly ordinary people. Even if they were mutated, it was not difficult to deal with them after finding their weakness. Therefore, there was no need for him to make a move.
However, he knew very well that since these assassins had caused such a big commotion, they definitely had more tricks up their sleeves.
While he was thinking, he suddenly felt a strange movement in his heart lake. It was like a violent torrent had rushed in and filled his heart lake. The aura of the others was completely suppressed.
He raised his eyes and looked into the distance. At the end of his line of sight, a tall man in a cloak was slowly walking over from the front of the street. His head was bald, and there was a touch of blue light in his eyes. The places he passed by became extremely silent, as if everyone and everything had lost their vitality.
This kind of power …
He suddenly realized what the other party was.
He took a deep breath and said, "Everyone, back off. Take the staff and leave. The farther the better!"
Qin Wu frowned. He seemed to have felt something too. He looked forward with a solemn expression. He seemed to see a figure, but the figure seemed to be very illusory.
The Guard Captains looked at each other, not understanding what was going on.
Jiang Dingyi's determined voice came from the carriage. "Everyone, do as Zhang Canzhi says."
The guard captains looked at each other and then cupped their fists at the carriage. "Yes!"
Qin Wu judged and then cupped his fists. "Staff, I will stay behind to stop the enemy."
Jiang Dingyi did not say much. "Master Qin, be careful."
At this time, a young man ran over excitedly and stood beside Qin Wu. "Master, let me help you."
Qin Wu kicked him and scolded, "Get out of the way. Don't you know? Go back and protect the staff! "
"Oh."
The young man rubbed his leg as if he had been wronged, and limped away with the guards.
Qin Wu glanced at Zhang Yu but did not speak. He pulled out his sword and walked towards the figure. He wanted to buy time for the convoy to retreat.
Zhang Yu did not stop him. When a swordsman released his power, he would not be affected by others.
The caravan quickly retreated into the distance, but at this moment, a huge pressure suddenly enveloped them. The people in the caravan, whether it was the elite guards or the swordsmen, everyone's mind went blank and stood in place like statues.
Qin Wu also felt as though someone had hit his head with a hammer. His body swayed but he quickly steadied himself. He forced open his eyes and looked at the shaking world in front of him.
That person was slowly walking over.
He shook his head hard. It was as if too many things had been stuffed into his head, making his thoughts a little chaotic. He wanted to draw his sword, but found that his limbs were stiff and he couldn't exert any strength. When he took a step forward, it was as if he was drunk. He staggered and couldn't stabilize his body.
He knew he could not walk forward anymore. He tried to stand straight, his hands gripping the hilt of his sword as he waited there.
He widened his eyes and watched as the blurry figure came from afar and gradually came closer. Just as the person was about to pass by him, he let out an almost inaudible roar and stabbed his sword at the person!
The bald man didn't care about him at first, but now he showed some surprise. But that was all. He just raised his hand and gently pushed the edge of the sword, and Qin Wu fell to the ground softly.
In front of this person, he was as weak as a chick.
However, he still struggled to get up, wanting to deliver another strike.
When Zhang Yu saw this scene, he dismounted from the horse's back that had already become incomparably stiff. He raised his sword and walked forward. He removed his hood, revealing the Profound Palace Daoist robe inside. At the same time, the layer of jade brilliance that lingered around his body was also revealed.
The bald man looked with interest at Qin Wu, who was still trying to raise his sword. His eyes were curious, puzzled, and probing. It was as if he was looking at a slightly stronger insect. As a god, even though he was only here as an incarnation, he could clearly feel the obsession in the hearts of mortals.
However, at this moment, he seemed to have sensed something. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhang Yu, who was walking slowly toward him and was shrouded in light. The blue light in his eyes flickered rapidly. He slowly turned to face Zhang Yu and growled in a deep voice, "Tianxia citizen!"
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