It seems that it is an organized killer gang.
Just as the five men drew their swords and were about to stab the side of the table, there was a sudden bang, and the table flew into the air and smashed down towards the three black-clad assassins opposite.
This solid wooden table weighed at least forty or fifty kilograms, and it came crashing down with a deafening force.
The three black-clad assassins tried to dodge in a hurry, but it was too late and they were knocked to the ground by the table.
The hard and heavy solid wood table hit their thighs or calves, causing them to let out heart-wrenching screams.
Just as the table flew up, a figure followed the solid wooden table and rushed over like a meteor chasing the moon.
A flash of cold light flashed, and before a black-clad assassin could thrust his sword out, it was hit three times with a "pop" sound, leaving three holes in his stomach and chest.
He only felt a burning pain, and then blood gushed out of the wound like a fountain.
The intense pain in his muscles made him drop the sword in his hand. He covered his wound in horror and fell down limply with an expression of disbelief on his face.
"Kill him, kill him now!"
The assassin leader did not expect Zhao Muyun to throw the table as a weapon and follow behind to close the distance of the battle.
The narrow and dim environment at this time was just right for Zhao Muyun to dodge among the assassins with the triangular spear in his hand.
Drink, drink, drink!
Zhao Muyun, holding a triangular spear, was like a nimble leopard, moving back and forth among the seven or eight assassins.
Wherever the cold light went, blood spurted out along with screams.
The assassin leader showed horror in his eyes, and the strategist told him that Zhao Muyun was an excellent archer, good at strategy, and knew how to train soldiers.
As for close combat, it seems that it is rarely heard of.
He is often accompanied by guards, so his martial arts skills must not be very strong.
But the scene before him was beyond his expectations.
Zhao Muyun’s close combat skills are even more amazing.
From the way he threw the table to defeat the enemy at close range and instantly turned from passive to active, it was not difficult to see that he had very rich fighting experience.
Ping!
Just as the assassin leader was distracted, Zhao Muyun had already stretched out his arms, and the three-edged sword in his hand stabbed like lightning.
He hurriedly used both hands to hold the sword and block Zhao Muyun's thundering thrust.
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