Chapter 303 Which No. 1 Assassin?
The mysterious man in white clothes holds a soft sword in his hand, which seems to have no lethal power.
But the fact that he was able to surpass Xuan Yi and chase to this place is enough to explain the problem.
Shi Li didn't dare to act rashly. He gritted his teeth and said to Axue, "Run," and then he stood there motionless.
But it is impossible for her to escape by herself. It is better to let Axue run by herself. Any man in white with some martial ethics will not chase a horse.
Of course, Shi Li had secretly taken off her bracelet and tied it on Axue.
She is unlucky this time. The live broadcast is about to end halfway and she doesn’t know if she still has a chance to survive.
Shi Li was not too panicked at this time. She watched the man in white approach step by step and looked him up and down from head to toe.
Noticing that there was no trace of mess or blood on his body, he even breathed a sigh of relief.
This most likely means that the man in white did not meet Xuan Yi, otherwise it would be impossible for him to be unharmed. She believes Xuan Yi.
So, do you want to give it another try?
Shi Li held his breath and glanced around quietly. When the man in white came within ten feet of him, he suddenly kicked up the pile of fallen leaves on the ground.
The fluttering yellow leaves blocked the way ahead like a barrier. Shi Li seized the opportunity and pulled out the last silver hairpin on her head, pointing the sparkling pearl on the hairpin towards the opposite side.
This silver hairpin looks ordinary, but it was given to the original owner by King Guangyong. There is a small bulge on the hairpin. As long as the hairpin head is pointed at the enemy and pressed, a flying needle dipped in a deadly poison will fly out from the pearl.
This is her only chance.
The flying needle lost the chance to be shot out.
A pale hand stretched out from the fallen leaves and grasped her palm with unerring precision.
Click!
The sound of bones being crushed was so crisp that Shi Li had no time to react.
Immediately afterwards, she felt a piercing pain, but she endured it without screaming. Cold sweat broke out all over her body, soaking her clothes.
The broken hand dropped limply, unable to hold the silver hairpin, which fell into the fallen leaves and could not be found anywhere.
The fallen leaves fell back to their original places. The man in white had taken off his hood, revealing a face full of hideous scars. He stabbed Shi Li with his soft sword cleanly and neatly.
The sharp sword tip was pointed precisely at her heart.
There was no time to hide, not even enough time to close my eyes.
Tick tock!
Tick tock!
Tick tock!
The burning red blood dripped onto the piled up fallen leaves, painting the dark yellow into a deep red.
Shi Li opened his eyes wide in disbelief and looked at the hand holding the soft sword.
It was as white as jade, with distinct joints. The bright red blood flowed down the soft sword, and some of it flowed into the scarlet sleeves.
Xuan Yi finally arrived.
Even though his palm was almost cut off, he didn't even frown. He swung his sword expressionlessly and directly cut the neck of the man in white.
No one can survive a single move in front of the world's number one assassin.
But he is in a mess now.
There were too many assassins blocking his way just now.
Wave after wave, endlessly.
In order to save time, he only attacked and did not defend, and suffered wounds of varying sizes, with a bloodstain on his beautiful face.
Watching the man in white fall down, Xuan Yi let go, letting the ownerless soft sword fall into the yellow leaves, then turned around to look at the girl behind him.
He hadn't heard her voice just now, so he must have been very scared.
But it was not until she turned around that Xuan Yi realized that she was not only frightened but also seriously injured.
He could tell at a glance that the palm of his hand was hanging in an unnatural position was broken.
The palms of his hands were bloody.
It was hard to imagine that the delicate and timid little princess could hold back and remain silent.
There was a storm in Xuan Yi's eyes. He turned back suddenly to look at the corpse of the man in white. The surging murderous intent almost formed a hurricane vortex.
But before he could do anything, he was suddenly hit lightly on the chest. Looking down, he saw the disheveled and injured girl rushing towards him, grabbing his collar tightly with her only intact hand.
He was trembling all over, but he said nothing.
Xuan Yi looked at her without blinking, unable to tell what he felt in his heart.
When he was twelve years old, he was poisoned with a heart-eating poison, but he didn't seem to feel as bad as he does now.
After hesitating for a moment, Xuan Yi lowered his head, and his cold and bright red lips touched the top of her head as lightly as possible.
"It hurts?"
"Cry it out."
It was the first time that he spoke to someone in such a soft voice.
Like coaxing a child.
As soon as he finished speaking, the girl started sobbing like a wronged child, and her tears all wet his clothes.
He didn't feel dirty at all.