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The two janissaries charged forward fearlessly. "Protect the young general! Let's hold them off!"

"Don't come over here! Retreat!"

Helian Manqiu screamed. These people clearly knew that coming here was a suicide, but they didn't have the slightest hesitation. They brandished their blades and rushed forward, not sparing to use their flesh and blood to shield her sword. They only wanted to give her a chance to escape.

"Puff …"

A light voice entered Helian Manqiu's ears. She waved her hand and shot a concealed weapon. The wheelchair no longer retreated but rushed forward instead. It charged towards the person who had barged into the wall.

A personal guard who rushed over felt a chill in his chest. He knew that he had been stabbed and that he would die for sure. The instant he rushed over, he knew the result. With a blade in his hand, such an expert wasn't someone he could defend against.

Dong …

He heard the sound of the blade being chopped apart as it fell to the ground. At this moment, all of the sounds had left him, and only this sound could be heard clearly.

The sword flew out from the personal guard's chest. The person holding the sword didn't even look at the personal guard. Stupid soldiers, if they dared to stop him, they would only be sending themselves to their deaths.

Suddenly, he saw a ruthless smile appear on that soldier's face. The broken blade in his hand stabbed heavily into the ground. His body leaned forward and fell into the soldier's embrace.

He was about to kill another janitor who was rushing towards him, but he was distracted by the movement of this janissary. The other janitor who was rushing towards him stabbed him with a steel knife, merging the knife and the man into one, attacking him.

Yes, at this moment, he wanted to retreat.

His opponent was just an ordinary soldier. He had killed many ordinary soldiers before, and such a person wasn't even his match in a single move. His neck or body was cut by the sharp blade in his hand, and he was happy to do so.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt fear from the bottom of his heart.

The other party knew very well that they were no match for him. They knew that he could kill them with a wave of his hand, but they did not hesitate to use their flesh and blood to charge at him!

He felt a sharp pain on his foot, and a half blade pierced the back of his foot. It went straight to the ground, nailing his foot to the ground. He couldn't take even half a step back. He felt a sharp pain beneath his ribs, and hurriedly used his palm to strike the soldiers that were in his embrace, only to see a few cold glints enter his body.

A cold feeling spread out from under his ribs and a few cold lights that had been submerged into his body.

"No!"

Helian Manqiu screamed. She watched helplessly as the body of her personal guard was sent flying by the palm of that man. It landed far away with a trace of a cruel and comforting smile on the corner of her lips.

At this moment, another janitor's hand shot out a few rays of cold light, fiercely striking the person holding the treasured sword.

"Clank …"

The saber in the janissary's hand was also cut off by the sword. It fell to the ground. He tilted his body slightly and ferociously struck the warrior's body with his sturdy body. A short blade pierced into the man's body brazenly.

That person did not expect an ordinary soldier to be so valiant, using such a method to clamp his treasured sword within his body.

"Crack …"

He could hear the bones of the soldier in front of him being cut by the sword in his hand. He was stunned as pain came from his ribs and was hit by the soldier. He couldn't help but release his grip and retreat.

Lifting his foot, he carried half of his broken blade with him. Along the way, he left behind a trail of blood. This was the first time he had suffered such heavy injuries in front of two ordinary soldiers. It was a fatal injury. This was also the first time he was forced back by two ordinary soldiers.

He lowered his head and looked at his body with disbelief. He was an expert! He was an expert! He was an expert with a treasured blade!

How could he lose? How could he die?

Cold! He suddenly felt very cold!

On this sunny late spring afternoon, he actually felt cold.

A long sword pierced through his chest like a bolt of lightning. It was as if the sword had pierced through a thin piece of paper.

Good sword!

It was indeed a good sword. It was as bright as a mirror and as smooth as the autumn waters. The sword's original name was "Heavenly Autumn Water"!

He could even see his shocked and twisted face, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief, from the mirror-like blade.

This was his sword, so why was it stuck in his chest?

The sword gracefully left. The autumn wave that was like a lover splitting up was merciless and unwilling to look back. Just like that, it lightly floated away from his chest.

He wanted to take another look. That was his sword, a sword that viewed life as its own. It was even more important and reliable than his lover.

Helian Manqiu drew her sword. Everything that had happened just now happened in an instant. When she rushed over, someone behind her grabbed her wheelchair, wanting to push her away to protect her.

He jumped out of the wheelchair and took out his sword from the janissary that was slowly falling to the ground. He stabbed the janitor's chest like lightning, drew his sword with a wave of his hand, and flew back into the wheelchair. The janissaries behind him were stunned, seeing that the wheelchair was empty.

Helian Manqiu seized the opportunity to return to her wheelchair. Her eyes were filled with ruthlessness. With the tip of her foot, she turned the wheelchair. Her sword swept through everything as she killed several assassins who took the opportunity to rush over.

"Uncle Luan, leave the one on the left to me."

Luan City's figure flashed, sweat continuously seeped out from his forehead. If it were not for the concealed weapon Helian Manqiu had given him, he would have been injured long ago and would not be able to last much longer.

"Clank …"

Helian Manqiu didn't even give her opponent the chance to react. As the arrow shot out from her sleeve, the tip of her foot touched the bottom of the wheelchair. Two cold rays pierced into the opponent's calves. The sword went straight into the man's ribs, who stared at Helian Manqiu with wide eyes.

Until the moment of his death, that person had yet to react.

With a backhand slash, he had severed the saber in the hands of the person fighting Luan Cheng. Luan Cheng took the opportunity to slash off one of his opponent's leg heavily and kicked him to the ground.

Another blade flew out, cutting off one of his opponent's arm. The knee then bent down heavily on his opponent's chest. That person spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately lost consciousness.

"Tie him up, take off his chin, the young general will live!"

"Yes."

Luan Cheng stood up and looked back only to see that there were a few eye-catching bloodstains on Helian Manqiu's clothes.

"Young General, you're injured. This general's protection is not good. How are you?"

Luan City quickly rushed over to Helian Manqiu's side to take a look. At this moment, the assassins in the restaurant had all been killed. As they fled, Helian Manqiu shook her head.

"It's fine, the wound's split open."

Helian Manqiu turned the wheelchair in front of the two soldiers. Suddenly, she got up from the wheelchair and knelt in front of the two soldiers. She personally closed her eyes for the two soldiers.

"Swish …"

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing through the air resounded!