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The houses on both sides of this small street are not tall, and the shops on both sides of this street are closed, and several black-clad men with cold hands are shuttling on the roofs of the houses. www.biquge.info Obviously, someone had already known that he would pass by here, and a strong uneasiness surged in his heart, and Zhao Kuangyin clamped the horse's belly between his legs, allowing the horse to gallop quickly. However, there was always a contrast between desire and reality, and he could clearly feel that the steed under his seat had slowed down significantly.

The long and narrow streets, where cold winds blow in from everywhere, spread a palpitating and eerie atmosphere on the streets. Although spring is coming, the warm spring breeze can't blow anywhere, and there are only the cold gusts of cold wind, such as the whispering sound of the soul messenger.

"Whoosh", an arrow shot towards Zhao Kuangyin with the breath of death, his eyes were fixed, and there was a faint and cold light on the arrow. The whistling arrows arrived in an instant, and the dragon stick in his hand swept away, easily sweeping away the oncoming arrows. Before I could show joy in my heart, there was a dense sound of breaking the sky roaring towards him.

Zhao Kuangyin's heart sank, and suddenly he shouted, and the dragon stick in his hand was picked up like that windmill, and the arrows that were shot one after another fell to the ground as soon as they touched the strong wind he picked up. And the horse under his seat was so stumbling that it almost fell off the horse. He stared at it, and found that there was already a long arrow with blood splattered on his horse's belly, and there were several cold barbs on it.

He was very familiar with this kind of arrow, it was the wolf tooth arrow commonly used by the Khitans, but he didn't have time to think about how this arrow was brought into the imperial capital, and when he sat down on the horse, he suddenly let out a long neighing like a mournful roar. He was shaken, and the horse he sat down suddenly stepped forward.

Such a sudden change also made his heart tremble, and his left palm slapped on the back of the horse that had not yet completely fallen, and the man swept up from the horse like a goshawk. Being in the air, he did not forget to pick up the dragon stick in his hand and envelop himself in it.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh", and several fierce sounds of breaking the air came into his ears, and suddenly his whole body tightened, and he couldn't stop spinning his body in mid-air. Immediately, several arrows flew over his head, and the strong aura of the arrows blew his scalp numb. The arrows were noticeably more powerful than the first few arrows, and the enemy clearly knew that he would do so, leaving the more intense attacks behind.

Before he could hear the horse's long wail before he died, Zhao Kuangyin fell from the air to the ground, and he ignored the black-clothed men hiding on the roof. As soon as he landed, he slammed into the door of a shop.

With a "bang", the door of the store cracked, and Zhao Kuangyin rushed in without thinking. However, as soon as he stepped into the shop, an even stronger crisis suddenly surged into his heart, and before he could react, he felt a fierce wind rushing towards him.

Fortunately, he has experienced a hundred battles, and his cultivation is even more extraordinary. As soon as a faint glow burst out of the strong wind, the dragon stick in his right hand blocked in front of him. With a "bell", a string of sparks splashed around, and the ghostly light that rushed to his face suddenly stopped in front of his eyes.

But it was a long knife curved like a crescent moon, and the man who wielded it was a man with a full beard and a felt hat, a high nose and sunken eyes. Obviously a Khitan, Zhao Kuangyin didn't expect that the Khitan he was trying to track down would appear here, and the dragon in his hand twisted and blocked the long knife.

The Khitan assassin missed the blow and immediately drew his sword and retreated, while Zhao Kuangyin took advantage of the situation.

The dragon stick in his hand was even more stormy and smashed towards the Khitan assassin, but the shop was full of objects, and as soon as his long stick hissed through the air, he immediately stopped, because the long stick in his hand was blocked by the objects in the store, and it couldn't be used at all.

As soon as the long stick was collected, Zhao Kuangyin's eyes shone with superb light, and he looked at the Khitan assassin, obviously this Khitan assassin had a strong aura and blood full of blood, and he must be an ordinary Khitan warrior. At this moment, there was a rush and slight sound of footsteps from the rooftop, and the pursuers had arrived.

He put the long stick upside down behind his back, and his right hand turned into a fist and turned into a momentum like swallowing mountains towards the Khitan, and the surging and indecent aura directly lifted the objects in the shop. The Khitan assassin's face changed suddenly, and the scimitar in his hand rolled up a sharp light towards his right fist.

With a mistake at his feet, Zhao Kuangyin blocked the long knife of the Khitan man with a long stick in his left hand, and his right fist hit the Khitan assassin's chest like lightning. The sound of bones breaking reached his ears, and then "boom, boom, boom", and the objects in the shop were knocked down by the Khitan assassins who kept retreating.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, another figure flashed outside the door of the store, and a shadow-like figure rushed into the store.

Shortened, Zhao Kuangyin turned sideways and hid in the messy goods, while his eyes were firmly fixed on the ghost. It was a very young man, with a pale face, a garment as black as ink, and a dagger in his hand.

This is an assassin, but not a Khitan, obviously a Han Chinese, Zhao Kuangyin, who is hiding in the shadows, is even more heartbroken, he didn't expect that this time there were Han people who came to assassinate him. The dagger of cold light is obviously the killer of the Assassination Heaven Alliance, but this person is not of high rank in the Assassination Heaven Alliance.

The phantom figure shuttled among the scattered objects like an agile tanuki, and soon Zhao Kuangyin was discovered by the ghost. In this shop where the light was not bright, Zhao Kuangyin saw a flash of cold light in the other party's hand, and it flew towards him, and what poured into him was an incomparably young face.

With a "bang", Zhao Kuangyin kicked the business object under his feet and rose to meet the cold light in the shadow hand, with a slight tearing sound, the object that was kicked away by himself was broken in half. Such a fast method, such a sharp weapon, he sighed secretly in his heart, but he had to jump up from his hiding place, the golden light in his hand flashed, and he rushed towards the cold light.

Zhao Kuangyin's body was affected, but the ghost's body was not involved at all, he jumped up and down, like a spirit ape shuttling on the branches, and there were some large furniture in this shop in addition to some sundries for home use. Zhao Kuangyin couldn't help but throw the objects around him towards the phantom one by one, and suddenly, the sound of "crackling" in this house was endless.

The two of them were surrounded by the messy objects thrown in the house, a bloodthirsty cold light flashed in the eyes of the ghost, and the dagger in his hand was faster than the wind towards Zhao Kuangyin's surroundings. The figure staggered, Zhao Kuangyin deliberately bought a flaw, and the young killer couldn't hide the joy in his eyes, and the dagger in his hand stabbed at the staggering Zhao Kuangyin.

A trace of solid light flashed in his eyes, and with a snort, the dagger stabbed into Zhao Kuangyin's left shoulder, only to Zhao Kuangyin's raised long stick hit the young killer's chest. A stream of hot blood splattered from the young killer's mouth, and his eyes fell with an unwilling limp.

Zhao Kuangyin didn't dare to go out, he removed the dagger that was pierced on his left shoulder, and found that the blood flowing from his left shoulder had not changed color, so he was relieved. If this dagger is stained with poison, it will obviously be difficult for him to escape from the ascension to heaven, so he can only wait here for death.

Secretly breathing for a few breaths, Zhao Kuangyin listened to the movement outside the house, and secretly thought about how to go out. There were still a few people hiding outside the house, but they had strong bows and arrows in their hands, and if they went out, they would definitely be dead. Even though his martial arts cultivation realm is not low, he is also sweating in his heart against the wolf's tooth arrows dedicated to the Khitans. The wound on his left shoulder had been treated by him, and the blood was no longer spilling, but the pain from the wound still made him spasm.

There was a dead silence outside the house, there was no sound, only the gusts of wind came into the house, which made the haze in the heart of Zhao Kuangyin, who was not lightly injured, even thicker. The light from outside the door of the house shone in, and only the blood stains on the street could be seen, but the blood that had fallen from the horse's long arrow to the ground.

He looked around the house and saw that the windows in the shop were tightly closed, and it was not impossible to escape from the windows. He tried to lift the object that surrounded him, and opened the window, which he found to be eerily quiet. Who the hell is such a handicraft, who actually bought the entire street of shopkeepers, obviously prepared, not overnight.

A bold plan flashed through his mind, and he picked up a thing and threw it out the window. Then he heard a dull sound, and his eyes swept over the object, and he saw that there was already an arrow on top of it. Then he threw two more objects out, and as expected, the two arrows hit the two objects he threw out exactly right.

Zhao Kuangyin's heart darkened, he didn't expect that there were more assassins outside the house than he imagined, but if he didn't go out now, he wouldn't be able to report to the emperor. With a sigh in his heart, he still decided to go ahead with the bold plan he had just made.

"Grab", another arrow struck the object he threw out the window. When he had thrown most of the contents of the room out of the room, he did not hear the dull sound, which made him happy, and then he began to throw the larger objects again, and at first arrows were shot at the larger ones, but in the back he could no longer see an arrow shot from one outside the house.

A glimmer of hope rose in his heart, Zhao Kuangyin took a long breath, and he threw out all the large objects in the house, however, not a single arrow shot the mail. He settled down, and as he threw the last big object out of the window, his figure clinging to it and scurrying out of the room.

Outside the room, there was a vast and strong light, and the dragon stick in his hand was slashed, and the strong true qi was all over his body. As soon as he got out of the house, he ran towards the corner of the street, and then he heard several urgent words, apparently in Khitan language, but he did not understand a word.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh", several strong breaking sounds shot towards him, and the long stick that Zhao Kuangyin picked up turned into a shield woven of strong cloth, and those powerful arrows fell one after another in the strong wind he picked up. There are still more than 100 zhang to rush out of that street. Zhao Kuangyin rushed forward like a wild horse that had escaped the reins, and the true qi in his body had also reached the extreme. But he still didn't dare to take it lightly, because there was another stronger sound of breaking through the air.

"Grab, grab, grab" The long stick he picked up finally blocked the last wave of killings, and he was still hit by an arrow in the back, fortunately, the arrow was not deep, only the arrow of the arrow sank into the flesh of the back, and did not pierce into the bone. There was a huge pain in his body, and there was still less than a foot away, and there was a street in front of him.

Zhao Kuangyin endured the intense pain and blocked the last arrow behind him, and the gloomy palpitations suddenly turned into nothingness, but a warm wind like spring blew in front of him. He saw the big Zhou people on the street with smiles on their faces again.