Chapter 287 Jia Shixian's Declaration of War



The night is as dark as ink.

On the pitch-black street, there were only a few lanterns hanging on the side of the carriage, emitting dim and weak light.

Jinlian and the Ten-Year Plum Blossom Guards were on guard, holding swords, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Qin Yuan lifted the curtain a little and saw a shadow covering the eaves of the houses on one side of the street.

In this era of lack of stable light sources, similar shadows can be seen everywhere, and it would seem abnormal if they were not there.

It seems that I have met a tough opponent.

Qin Yuan stood up the table in the carriage to block the window, then rolled up the wool carpet in the carriage, wrapped Ming Zhanxue in it, and placed cushions in between for cushioning.

After all the work was done, Qin Yuan stared at Ming Zhanxue with eyes full of worry.

He kissed her forehead lightly and smiled, "Don't worry, my lady, it's not a big deal."

"They are just a few petty thieves who don't have long eyes."

Qin Yuan stroked her face and said, "My dear, don't worry. I am most afraid of death. I just went out to see what's going on."

Ming Zhanxue forced a smile and said softly, "My dear husband, I will wait for you to come back."

Hearing this, Qin Yuan turned around and smiled, very calmly. He slowly leaned out of the car, stretched himself, and said leisurely: "I'm out now, it's time for you to take action, right?"

Jinlian held a long sword and protected Qin Yuan by his side. Her white clothes moved without wind, and her aura became more and more fierce, with murderous intent.

When her momentum reached its peak and she attacked again, Qin Yuan estimated that he had lost the initiative and would most likely not be able to hold on. He also didn't know what the assassin on the roof would do.

Just as Jinlian was about to make a move, the shadow suddenly moved, flowing along the gray tiles to the eaves like a spring.

Tsk tsk tsk.

You are really patient.

What did I do to deserve the covetousness of such a person?

Qin Yuan couldn't help but reflect on himself. He felt that he had been too high-profile these days and had acted carelessly, not as rigorous as before.

You must learn your lesson this time and not fall into the ditch again.

As a person who is in the path of poverty, I can't be arrogant anymore.

Be low-key, be low-key.

Qin Yuan remained calm and composed, not showing any sign of guilt. He laughed loudly and said, "It's winter, and the weather is so cold. My friend, aren't you cold on the roof?"

"Why don't you come down and have a cup of tea, warm yourself up, and make some friends?"

The words fell.

The long sword condensed in the air by Jinlian suddenly stabbed out.

The shadow rippled like water, and then suddenly a corner of it opened.

A short straight-blade knife flashed out, blocking the sword tip without any tricks, and then several cold lights shot out from the shadows.

Jinlian's delicate body bent backwards at an extremely unimaginable angle, and all the dark red diamond-shaped hidden weapons missed.

Tsk tsk.

Jinlian is so flexible. It seems that I can unlock many new postures.

Qin Yuan looked at the assassin's actions and it didn't look like he was here to kill anyone.

It was more like he wanted to secretly monitor me, but was exposed because he was too close.

Who sent this person?

Qin Yuan frowned slightly, very curious about the identity of the visitor.

“Don’t run!”

Jinlian let out a delicate cry, tapped her toes lightly, flew up, and swung her sword straight at the shadow.

The shadow moved even faster under the cover of night.

Jinlian landed on the eaves, stretched out her toes, and kicked Nan Dou diagonally, hitting the opponent's wrist holding the knife.

The dagger flew out of his hand, Jinlian raised his white clothes lightly, and flew up like a crane. The long sword was like a pool of autumn water, drawing an arc and cutting through the shadow.

The assassin whose shadow was flowing on the eaves suddenly stood up.

I saw a crack in the shadow.

A round shield less than a foot wide appeared through the gap, accurately blocking the sword.

Then the round shield moved, and a hand emerged from under the shield, with five fingers spread out, grabbing the sword.

The palms were dark, as if wearing black gloves.

The sword and palm collided, making a sharp sound like the friction between metal and stone.

I don’t know what material these gloves are made of, but they are not afraid of the sharpness of the sword at all.

Could this be the pair of Tiancan silk gloves that "Auntie" wore?

The corners of Qin Yuan's mouth twitched slightly.

This is not something from the Central Plains.

Where did this person come from?

India?

Why are the Indians spying on me?

Qin Yuan's doubts grew even stronger.

Unconsciously, three of the Plum Blossom Guards who were originally guarding the carriage were missing. It seemed that they had gone to search for other people blocking the road.

The battle between Jinlian and the man in black continues.

She wore a veil, revealing her delicate features. She remained calm, put two fingers together on her left hand, formed a sword gesture, and with a push of her foot, thrust the long sword in her right hand forward.

The man in black had to take several steps back and retreated to the pointed roof with flying eaves.

There is no way to retreat. There is no way out.

At this moment, a right hand hidden in the darkness suddenly stretched out, also wearing a black glove, with five fingers together, cutting towards the sword edge, as if trying to cut the sword with bare hands.

At the same time, the flying straight-bladed dagger turned silently in the air, as if pulled by an invisible silk thread, and slashed towards the back of Pan Jinlian's neck.

Just as the blade was about to cut Jinlian's white jade neck, suddenly there was a "ding" sound and the dagger bounced back.

However, Jinlian raised her left hand, which was holding the sword technique, and easily deflected the dagger as if it were an ordinary stone.

The right hand that was grabbing the long sword in the shadow shook, and its wrist seemed to be cut by a palm knife and swung away diagonally.

In a flash, the two seemed to have reached a draw.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!

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