Among his hundreds of private soldiers, which one was not the king of mercenaries who were all-powerful at the time.

Anyone who can be pulled out is the king of soldiers who can act on their own, whether it is individual combat or team combat, they are extremely good.

Once relying on these hundred and ten people, Prince Mu won several large-scale battles abroad.

That was a glorious moment.

Moreover, these hundred and ten private soldiers are all in their prime of life, in their thirties.

Such a hundred people besie one person? Is this comparable?

Even if that person is strong? Can one hit a hundred?

Prince Mu doesn't believe it!

Maybe he didn't know that if he wanted to become his Lin someone's guard, the first hurdle was a melee of thousands of people.

Only one out of a thousand people can break through.

There are four or five difficulties in the follow-up, all of which have a very high elimination rate.

In the end, among the tens of thousands, perhaps only four or five can be selected.

After years of selection, Lin Xiao's orthodox imperial guards were only a few thousand people.

However, any one of them has the super strength to stand alone.

Only by reaching this point can one become a guard and wear an embroidered spring knife.

Xiang Tianrui, like many other imperial guards, was a leader selected after several levels.

But he was still not the strongest in this group of guards, arguably the most mediocre.

When there are more strong people, there will naturally be differentiation.

"Mr. Mu, Lin's suggestion shouldn't be excessive." Lin Xiao looked at the Duke Mu who was sitting on the chair blankly, and said with a smile.

"Haha, very good! Since Mr. Lin wants to play, the old man will play with you" Wang Duke Mu waved his hand.

Afterwards, the more than one hundred private soldiers stepped out together and walked to the huge square of the palace.

They drew out their daggers and bayonets one after another, and put on a standard special forces knife-holding posture.

This group of people can be regarded as an elite.

"Xiang Tianrui, don't lose Lin Shuai's face" Xu Hao said suddenly at this moment.

"Yes!"

Xiang Tianrui nodded slightly towards Xu Hao, then put his palm on the hilt of the knife around his waist, and remained motionless, like an indestructible city defense!

"Hahaha! I want to fight with Master Mu a hundred people alone, Lin Xiao, Lin Xiao, you are too arrogant!"

"Do you really think that the people under your hand can count on one hundred?"

At this moment, Wang Qiqing laughed presumptuously regardless of the wound on his chest.

The other high-ranking dignitaries sitting in the lobby also looked at the outside intently.

This number one hundred and ten is a private soldier in Jinling City who makes people talk about discoloration.

Even the many private soldiers in the Yu Palace did not dare to face them head-on.

Could it be... this young man really has the ability to deal with it?

It seems that no one knows until the last moment.

However, the scene that appeared next made those who were originally suspicious and confused completely stupid.

The hundred or ten private soldiers who were originally set up to drive, are all standing on the spot at this moment, their hands holding the dagger and bayonet, shaking?

Of these more than a hundred private soldiers, which one has not experienced the baptism of blood and fire.

But really when they stand in front of the real strong, like cats scared by the tiger...

Because the man covered in black armor gave them a sense of oppression, too strong!

Especially the only pair of eagle eyes exposed on the helmet! Sharp and sharp!

Like a tiger that can pounce at any time! Tear them to pieces!

laugh....

Suddenly, as Xiang Tianrui slowly withdrew the Xiuchun knife around his waist, he held the scabbard around his waist with his left hand, and the handle of the knife with his right hand. The tip of the knife moved to the side of his right leg, not high or low from the ground, but a full three inches. .

Every action seems to have been carefully calculated, no difference!

Especially the pattern of death tattooed on the dark armor, torture, death, contemplation, all show the essence of the word death!

Gurgling...

More than a hundred people, their throats rolled together, at this moment, all the people are dry and dry...

Prince Mu noticed that something was wrong in the field and immediately got up: "What are you afraid of! Even sixty death sickle soldiers died in your hands in those days."

"Now it's only a mere person, and it's not going to happen! Annihilated!"

Following Prince Mu's order, the more than one hundred people gritted their teeth and burst into anger, and then they all swarmed!

In the face of the hundreds of people rushing like a sea of ​​tide, Xiang Tianrui remained indifferent...

"Haha! Scared, I want to challenge a hundred special forces. Let's dream!"

Unknown Wang Qiqing laughed instantly...

Ding!

Suddenly, the Xiuchun knife in Xiang Tianrui's hand slightly touched, and a clear sound of gold and iron crossed...

Moved!

Everyone saw a black figure wearing black armor and holding an embroidered spring knife, rushing into more than a hundred people...

Chi Chi Chi Chi...

Hand up and down...

There is no extra action! A person's head fell to the ground, and the blood rose up into the sky like a fountain!

In an instant, the entire palace compound was bloody! The head is rolling.

This was a one-sided slaughter. The mercenaries who claimed to have wiped out a whole squad of Death's Scythe were now turned into cabbage and were cut by others!

Seeing this scene, Luo Yiqing looked excited, his fists clenched...

At this moment, she burst into tears, this is the death sickle! This is the Imperial Guard of the Dark Night Death!

One person can kill a city!

Luo Yiqing's tears couldn't stop flowing down. If she was ambushed in the first place, and there could be such a killer to help her out, how could she have become what she is now.

There is no regret medicine in this world, but it can make up for it.

In just one minute, there were no survivors of the more than 100 private soldiers of Prince Mu who was known as undefeated in a hundred battles!

And Xiang Tianrui, as if doing a trivial thing, slammed the blood stained on the blade, slowly retracting the knife into its sheath...

Then stood in the field again.

Quiet!

Deathly silence!

The whole lobby is silent...

Everyone's face is as ugly as if they have eaten shit...

Even Wang Qiqing, who was quite arrogant one second before, stared blankly at what was happening before him.

This...

Prince Mu: "..."

"Xiang Tianrui, you did a good job, step back first" Lin Xiao raised his hand slightly.

Xiang Tianrui then saluted respectfully and retreated far away.

Xu Hao licked his bright red lips, only then showed a satisfied smile.

"Mr. Mu, it seems that you are not good at it. This is how you boasted for a few years to be able to wipe out my Death Scythe squad private soldier?"

Lin Xiao looked at the Prince Mu who couldn't speak a word with a playful look.

"You...what do you want to do!" Prince Mu was frightened, his whole person was as if collapsed, unable to lift the slightest strength.

Lin Xiao smiled, then looked at Luo Yiqing not far away, and said, "Sister Luo, how do you want him to die?"

"In the beginning, how he harmed my companion, I let him die!" Luo Yiqing's teardrop-filled cheeky face was full of anger, wishing to eat his flesh and sleep on his own.

"You... didn't you say that if you hurt your subordinates, you will forgive us!" Wang Qiqing was frightened, and suddenly roared out.

"But, is it hurt?" Lin Xiao asked with a playful smile.

At this time, Xiang Tianrui didn't have a trace of wounds on his body!

Even, from the beginning to the end, the more than a hundred people didn't even touch his armor...

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