A cool breeze suddenly blew, and a group of masked men in black appeared one after another, weapons in hand, and murderous intent filled the air.
However, Ji Xingzhi wasn't nervous at all. Instead, she was bored and thought, why do assassins and killers like to wear black? Wearing black in broad daylight would make him an obvious target.
At this time, Uncle Qin came back on horseback, and the wound on his chest had obviously been bandaged.
"I'm afraid this number of people is not enough for me to kill." Hua Yihen glanced around and said calmly.
Ji Xingzhi was embarrassed. It's already this late, can't we stop bragging?
Uncle Qin was too lazy to talk nonsense and gave an order with a blank expression: ""
In an instant, the men in black swarmed in. Hua Yihen was unarmed. He picked up Ji Xingzhi, jumped up from his horse, picked up a wooden stick and started fighting.
As expected, the wooden stick was chopped off by the other party.
Ji Xingzhi stared with wide eyes, and suddenly saw a long sword appear in Hua Yihen's hand, and he spun around and killed two people.
Ji Xingzhi was dumbfounded. How…how did he do that?
Hua Yihen's moves are simple and sharp, with no pattern to his advances and retreats, defenses and attacks. His martial arts are just like him, unpredictable and changeable.
Uncle Qin saw that half of his men were dead or injured in such a short time. He glanced at Ji Xingzhi and said in a deep voice: "Attack that little girl!"
Upon hearing this, the men in black immediately understood and rushed towards Ji Xingzhi, almost hurting her several times.
In order to protect Ji Xingzhi, Hua Yihen's defense was quickly broken. When the knife was about to fall on Ji Xingzhi's face, Hua Yihen turned around and kicked. The knife that was supposed to fall on Ji Xingzhi's face fell on Hua Yihen's back, leaving a long blood mark on his back.
And that spinning kick also killed the man in black on the spot
Ji Xingzhi was shocked. She thought Uncle Qin would not hurt her, but she forgot that the reason Uncle Qin sent her to Hua Yihen was to kill him. Now was a good opportunity to kill Hua Yihen, so how could he care about a chess piece?
But Uncle Qin still underestimated Hua Yihen. Even with Ji Xingzhi as a burden, Hua Yihen only showed a little flaw at the beginning, but now neither of them can hurt each other.
The two sides were in a stalemate. Uncle Qin was worried that Hua Yihen's reinforcements would arrive. His purpose this time was not to kill Hua Yihen, but to go after Clivia. He didn't bring many people with him, but it would be a good thing if he could kill Hua Yihen. But if he waited for Hua Yihen's reinforcements to arrive, it would be difficult to deal with.
So, Uncle Qin ordered: "Stop!"
The man in black was stunned. Although he didn't understand why, he still obediently returned to Uncle Qin.
Hua Yihen held Ji Xingzhi in his left hand and held the blood sword in his right hand. His body was stained with blood and his breath was cold, like a Shura crawling out of hell, which was chilling.
Uncle Qin looked directly at Ji Xingzhi and said, "Xue Zhao, take action!"
Hua Yihen's expression remained normal, but his hands subconsciously tightened.
Ji Xingzhi was motionless and turned a deaf ear to Uncle Qin's words. Suddenly, Ji Xingzhi raised his left hand, and the silver needle that had been between his fingers flew towards Uncle Qin, accurately inserting into Uncle Qin's right shoulder. The whole silver needle was embedded in Uncle Qin's right shoulder.
Uncle Qin immediately covered his right shoulder tightly, sweating profusely: "Snow sign"
Ji Xingzhi looked at Uncle Qin coldly: "Uncle Qin, you are unkind but I cannot be unjust. After all, you saved my life. I have already repaid what I owed you. Now that we are even, I don't want your life. I will just take away one of your arms as a lesson for your disrespect to me."
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