"Still alive."
Murong Feng was stunned for a moment, but then the ecstasy suddenly surged in his heart and he couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh: "God will not destroy me, Xianbei, a traitor of the Ma family, I will die."
A roar of laughter was like a deafening war drum beating into the hearts of the Xianbei knights.
The shock of being shot by a sharp crossbow suddenly disappeared.
They howled arrogantly one by one, as if they had been guaranteed immortality.
Facing the pitiful Ma family, there were only twenty left and they were already surrounded by Xianbei cavalry.
Assassins, they were no longer afraid of the sharp crossbows and steel knives, and charged at them again with tyrannical fighting spirit.
The assassins of Ma Jiajun still showed the quality of excellent assassins.
The close cooperation like a herd of antelopes and the occasional swift attacks like poisonous snakes all caused unbelievable trauma to the Xianbei knights who rushed up.
Even Murong Feng, who rushed over later, had to look stern: this was the first time he had seen such a brave and fearless assassin in so many years of traveling across the grassland.
At least, under the attack of the cavalry, these Ma family assassins showed a calmer ferocity and indifference in the face of death than the prairie people.
Unfortunately, the spirit of a trapped beast still fighting could not change the outcome.
After Murong Feng also issued an order to fight back with sharp arrows, the strange formation formed by these twenty people immediately became thinner.
Then finally a Xianbei knight cut off an assassin's head from behind and drove straight in to cut off the resistance of the Ma family assassins.
Then, the massacre began.
The Ma family assassins were still brave and fearless, but this time, they used their blood and lives to demonstrate their loyalty.
When Murong Feng saw one of the last two assassins holding the intestines that had been ripped open and flowing out from his stomach, he was still slashing at the legs of the war horse with a knife.
Murong Feng was horrified and moved.
Finally, he saw this man being brutally beaten by several war horses.
After being trampled to a pulp, he spoke to another place where he was about to be dismembered by the scimitars of three Xianbei knights: "I have something to say while leaving his life behind."
The Ma family assassin was hit by an arrow in the thigh and his arm was dislocated.
The severe pain caused cold sweat to roll down his forehead, but he did not give in at all when biting his bleeding mouth.
The eyes that were raised suddenly showed a kind of decisive indifference.
Even Murong Feng, who had killed countless people, couldn't help but be shocked when he saw that kind of look.
"You are real warriors, braver than us Xianbei warriors.
Don't worry, I will give you a good burial."
Murong Feng calmed down and said.
Then, he saw that the assassin didn't seem to have much resistance, and then continued: "But you have to tell me why Ma Chao sent you to assassinate our lord without even leaving any room."
The assassin sneered and remained silent.
"You don't have to hold on, I know that a decisive battle is going to break out in the Han Dynasty.
Ma Chao is afraid that our Xianbei clan will take advantage of the situation, so he takes dangerous measures, right?"
Murong Feng continued, but his heart was no longer clear.
What hope is there?
After all, most assassins, even if they are the leader, do not know the behind-the-scenes of the assassination.
This is the tragedy of being an assassin.
However, just when Murong Feng was about to wave his hands to kill the assassin, the assassin leader obviously exceeded Murong Feng's expectations.
He showed a kind of relief before his death and smiled at Murong Feng: "General Murong, you are very good.
With a view of the overall situation, it is really a pity that the master has such a plan and is dormant under Ke Bineng.
I think that guy Ke Bineng has not seen through it."
Murong Feng snorted coldly: "Don't sow discord.
Am I, Murong Feng, a traitor to the Lord?"
"Isn't He Lian the old master of General Murong?"
the assassin sneered, speaking with some difficulty: "Your reputation in Xianbei is only lower than that of Ke Bineng.
Even if you don't rebel, if Ke Bineng dies, do you think his My brother will spare you."
"It's a pity that you fell short.
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Your assassination plan was almost perfect, but it failed in the end."
"Hahaha" the assassin suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing as if he was not even aware of the pain on his body: "This is simply a big joke.
My lord personally planned the attack, how can there be any failure?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Feng's whole body felt as cold as if he had been immersed in an ice cellar.
He turned his head hard and quickly to where Ke Bineng was, and then saw a scene he couldn't believe in his entire life.
"die" There was a loud shout, and although it was a bit far away, the overwhelming message clearly reached the ears of Murong Feng and all the guards present.
Then, they saw from a distance that among the five escorts of Ke Bineng, one was relatively thin.
The scimitar in his hand was like a star of lightning, which almost blinded Murong Feng's eyes.
It was also a sword.
But the flying trajectory of the knife is much weirder and faster than the average person's knife.
Then, the head carrying Ke Bineng's personal attendant flew high into the air, and blood surged into the sky like a fountain.
Then, the Xianbei assassin quickly and powerfully eliminated the other three followers like a machete chopping vegetables.
He looked at Murong Feng from a distance.
His seemingly thin body was like catching a plague chicken.
Ke Bineng's body, which was almost covered with his quilt, was still on the ground.
The sharp long knife was shining with the light of the sun in the sky.
Kebineng's neck remained motionless.
Murong Feng's heart was lifted at this moment, and he didn't even dare to breathe.
He wanted to ask his men to step forward and snatch Kebineng, but his reason knew that was impossible.
He knew that when the assassin in front acted like that, it must be because the assassin at the moment was very important to him that he would stop holding the scimitar in his hand.
"I am willing to exchange for this assassin" Murong Feng shouted loudly, for fear that the assassin would not hear.
After hearing this, the assassin seemed slightly startled, as if he was weighing the importance of loyalty and friendship.
Seeing this, Murong Feng quickly asked someone to bring the assassin forward, indicating that the two sides could exchange.
However, at this moment, Kebineng, who was lying on the ground, suddenly jumped up.
It turned out that he was just unconscious after being shot by a sharp arrow.
After being thrown by the assassin, he immediately woke up.
He himself was a very tolerant person, and seeing that the assassin was hesitant, he simply feigned death to deceive the enemy.
And just when the assassin was shaken, he knew that this was a great opportunity for him to fight back When Kebi Neng jumped up, he broke off the sharp arrow that penetrated his shoulder blade.
Without even looking back, he threw the sharp arrow in his hand at the assassin based on his feeling.
In this way, he could take advantage of the assassin's block and gain one more minute to escape.
Although this time was only a short moment, it was a turning point in his personal life and death, and in Xianbei's existence and death.
"Quickly, save the Lord!"
Murong Feng's face was surprised again, and he took the lead and ran towards the assassin.
At this moment, his majestic body could not bear the intense stimulation that changed in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, his heart was filled with unspeakable emotions, waiting for the complete venting of great sorrow and great joy.
It has to be said that Kebineng's mind and reactions can be summed up as unparalleled.
However, he ignored an extremely simple fact: was the assassin really hesitating?
The answer is obviously not, because when Kebi Neng waved his hand to throw the sharp arrow, he felt a cold and biting pain in his wrist, and then he couldn't feel the existence of his right hand at all.
Then, a bone-piercing pain came quickly from his right wrist, causing a sudden pain in his body that had just started.
After that, he felt his body flying up out of thin air.
Murong Feng, who was getting closer and closer to him, suddenly flew away again.
It was so far away that it seemed that he was on the other side of the world and could not be reached in eternity.
Then, Murong Feng finally saw the contemptuous sarcasm on his lips at this moment.
He stepped forward.
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Just when the bow and arrow in Murong Feng's hand could shoot through him in the next second, he walked towards Ke, who had been thrown to the ground again.
In front of Bi Neng, Ke Bineng suddenly raised his body With a snap, the bowstring in Murong Feng's hand rang, but Ke Bineng watched helplessly as the spiked arrow in Murong Feng's hand pierced his right eye.
The arrow pierced the brain, bringing out Biao Fei's brain and splashing onto the assassin's leather armor.
This turn of events immediately stunned Murong Feng and all his followers.
Especially Murong Feng.
He stared blankly at the bow and arrow in his hand.
He never expected that Lord Kebineng would die in his hands.
That's right.
Assassins are all people with hard hearts, so naturally they will not sympathize with the person just now. of dead soldiers.
But was the arrow that finally killed Ke Bineng a deliberate arrangement by Ma Chao?
Isn't it that Ma Chao is too proud?
He really has no plans Murong Feng didn't know that the only thing he saw was that the assassin cut off Ke Bineng's head.
After getting on the horse, he threw out a foot of fine silk from his arms, with several large blood-red characters written on it: Anyone who goes against the power of our Ma family will be punished no matter how far away they are.
Signed: Han Long From now on, Han is pronounced as Han, and he is no longer a hungry beggar, but a dragon crossing the desert: