Chapter 952: The Story of Qin Zhou 3

The three archers all aimed their bows and arrows at Qin Zhou, and only waited for the leader's order to shoot Qin Zhou's heart with thousands of arrows.

"Aniang, be careful." Murong Jin didn't care, lying on Qin Zhou's back, and hugged Qin Zhou's neck tightly.

"Well, just hold on tight to Auntie." Qin Zhou didn't seem to care, but she already had a plan in her mind, and she wanted to go out when the archers were changing arrows.

The leader of the assassins sneered, and was about to give an order. Who would have thought that a spherical object would fall from the sky and roll in front of the archer, explode, and emit thick smoke, blocking everyone's sight.

Qin Zhou was also surprised by the sudden smoke, and immediately asked Murong Jin to cover his mouth and nose, ready to take advantage of the chaos and escape.

Only a few "bang bang bang" were heard, and there were continuous sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground around, not even screams.

"Aniang, is someone coming to save us?" Murong Jin asked in a low voice.

"I don't know if it's an enemy or a friend. You cover your mouth and nose, and Aniang will take you out." Qin Zhou retreated in the opposite direction of the assassins, full of vigilance.

Suddenly a big hand reached out and grabbed her arm holding the sword, and Qin Zhou immediately punched her.

The opponent easily blocked her fist and took a step back, avoiding her raised leg.

Seeing that Qin Zhou had changed hands and was about to stab her with the sword, he quickly grabbed her hand, pulled her to him, and said in a low voice, "I'm not an assassin, come with me, and take you out."

Listening to the voice is a stranger, and the accent is not like the local one, and it is inexplicably familiar.

Just as Qin Zhou was about to speak and ask the other party's identity, he didn't want to lower his head, and what he saw was what the other party was wearing, and he froze in place for a moment.

this ring...

Seeing that she didn't respond, Fan Qingyi didn't attack anymore, and hurriedly pulled her out of the smoke circle and ran to a safe place.

"Qin Zhou dog thief, where are you running to!"

As soon as the two of them came out of the smoke circle, they were spotted by the leader of the assassins who also ran out, and chased after them with the wounded assassins who had retreated before.

"Hurry up, I'll delay him!" Fan Qingyi pushed Qin Zhou away, took out a machete with a notch in his waist, danced vigorously, and greeted him without fear.

Qin Zhou came back to his senses and found that the other party was only dressed as an Orion. Although Kong Wu was powerful, he was still slightly disadvantaged under the siege of several assassins, and he was scratched with a scar not long after.

Lifting the sword, Qin Zhou also joined the battle circle.

As soon as Qin Zhou joined, the situation changed immediately, and the two sides drew a tie for a while.

After a while, several assassins fell to the ground, and only two were still struggling.

"Leave him alive." Qin Zhou urged, these assassins came prepared, there must be someone in the palace to respond.

"Okay." As soon as Fan Qingyi finished speaking, he knocked out the assassin who was fighting him, and saw the leader of the assassin took out a poisonous needle and shot at Qin Zhou. He couldn't think about it and rushed over, "Be careful!"

Of the four poisonous needles, he returned three needles, and missed the remaining one.

"I can not be reconciled!"

The leader of the assassins did it for himself, and fell to the ground in response, dying with regret.

"Are you OK!"

Seeing that the assassin leader died so simply, Qin Zhou hurried forward to check the benefactor who had saved him from the poisonous needle.

Fan Qingyi gritted her teeth and tore off the sleeve, only to see that the wound was already black.

"You must not be unlucky." Qin Zhou hurriedly helped him acupoint, squeezed out the poisonous blood, and prevented the poison from spreading.

"Okay!" Fan Qingyi nodded heavily, and then his whole body fell back uncontrollably, stirring up a cloud of dust.