Jiuxi

Chapter 399 Chapter 397 [A Hundred Years of Life]

Qingfeng Street.

Qin Zilong looked at the empty street in front of him and gave the order to stop moving very decisively.

The soldiers immediately became alert.

A solemn look appeared on Qin Zilong's resolute face, because according to the distance agreed in advance, after entering Qingfeng Street, he could see the marks left by the two companions who went to inquire. However, he saw all over the street No marks were found anywhere, and the two companions disappeared as if they had disappeared out of thin air.

This is a very strange thing.

These soldiers have been with Lu Chen since the Battle of Guangling. They have been tempered by the fires of the frontier war and polished by strict military discipline. There will never be any unreasonable dereliction of duty. There is only one possibility at the moment, and that is that two companions have met with an accident. .

"Master Marquis, something is wrong. The two brothers responsible for inquiring have disappeared. Should we retreat now?"

Qin Zilong came to the carriage and reported in a low voice.

However, before Lu Chen could reply in the carriage, several figures suddenly appeared on the right side!

The power of this stick is frightening, it has the power of angry waves.

More than ten years ago, he was hunted down by the Green Forest Faction headed by the Seven Star Gang for committing a public outrage. In the end, he had no choice but to flee to the south of the Yangtze River incognito. Later, by chance, he was taken under the command of the third prince, and from then on he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the third prince. Work hard.

He was originally a lone gangster who committed countless crimes in Jiangbei Green Forest. He had no father, mother, wife, or children. He wandered the world alone. His biggest hobby was to go to brothels and keep the top prostitutes.

The soldier's face was resolute, and his right hand holding the sword was as steady as a rock. At the critical moment, he stepped aside to avoid the attack, then instead of retreating, he charged forward with the sword in hand!

What's more, he ordered them to assassinate a powerful prince in the street.

Of course, there is a premise here. The third prince is generous and can basically meet his needs.

These people strode like meteors and chased the clouds and the moon. Their movements were extremely powerful and swift. They were close in a blink of an eye. It was obvious at a glance that they were masters capable of making a name for themselves in the world of martial arts.

Their weapons were all long knives. It was obviously an extremely stupid choice to use the iron rod forcefully. The only option at the moment was to stop and retreat, and take the initiative to retreat to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.

He raised his eyes to look at the three soldiers of the Hou Mansion who were facing him, and couldn't help but reveal a wild smile.

The blade and the stick crossed each other, creating a brilliant spark.

In an instant, the soldiers moved forward in groups of three, stopping the five assassins before they could approach the carriage.

Each of them used different weapons. The old man at the front was tall and thin, but he was holding a thick and hard iron rod in one hand. The two on his right used long knives and jagged swords respectively, and the two on the left used It is Water Cloud Thorn and Soft Whip.

It can be seen from the weapons they use that the martial arts characteristics of these people are very different. They are obviously not from the same sect, and ordinary people naturally do not have the ability to bring together these masters with different styles.

What He Bainian needed was this moment. When the three soldiers were forced to retreat, the distance between them inevitably widened, and the encirclement became looser, He Bainian quickly took two steps forward to the right, like a strong wind. Generally, he approaches a soldier, holds the end of the iron rod with both hands, and hits the opponent on the head as fast as lightning!

There was no trace of fear on the faces of the three soldiers.

The incident happened suddenly. Qin Zilong had no time to ask Lu Chen for instructions and shouted angrily without hesitation: "We are facing the enemy!"

I saw him with a fierce look in his eyes. He held the stick in both hands and swept forward quickly. He swept the long stick forward with both arms, causing a roar of wind and thunder in an instant.

Among the assassins, the one with the highest martial arts skills was a man named He Bainian. His strength was among the best among the disciples secretly raised by the third prince.

The next moment, the iron rod fell on the bluestone ground, and the majestic and powerful force was transmitted to the ground. The bluestone slab was instantly centered on the landing point, and the broken lines spread like a spider web.

The expressions on the faces of these assassins were quite ferocious. They stared directly at the carriage and did not pay attention to the soldiers around the carriage at all.

He Bainian seemed to be thin, but he walked like a fierce and domineering foreigner. The long iron stick in his hand was struck with a force of a thousand pounds. An ordinary warrior would not be able to block it, even if it was just hit by the iron rod. If the wind touches the body even slightly, it will inevitably result in severe fractures and injuries.

Debris flew everywhere.

At the same time, the soldier had arrived in front of He Bainian and without hesitation raised his knife and cut the assassin's throat.

The expression on He Bainian's face became more and more ferocious, but there was no hint of panic. In the flash of lightning, he let go of his right hand, and then took another step forward to close the distance between him and his soldiers, raising his arms and elbows to separate the opponent's arms. The long knife then hit the soldier's chest hard.

As a desperado who is accustomed to licking blood with his knife and has experienced countless life-and-death battles, He Bainian certainly knows his strengths and weaknesses. Others think that the long weapons he uses must be bad at close combat, but they don't know his His boxing and kicking skills are sharper, so he often uses seemingly clumsy moves to lure his opponents in, and then surprises them with killing moves.

The passage of time seemed to slow down at this moment.

He Bainian suddenly felt a great sense of crisis, because the soldier was very close to death, but there was no fear in his eyes, but a look of determination and satisfaction. Just like those loyal people who died generously for righteousness.

A sharp wind suddenly sounded behind his head.

He Bainian didn't have time to think too much, and decisively gave up the chance to kill the opponent. He used his waist and abdomen to forcefully slide towards the right rear.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the long knives of the other two soldiers swept past his original position. If He Bainian stubbornly wanted to kill the soldier, he would definitely die under the attack of these two swords.

There is no doubt that the soldier used his own life as bait to create opportunities for his companions to kill the enemy.

The fighting did not stop, but He Bainian had decisively put away his previous contempt. He thought that these soldiers of the Hou Mansion were brave and fierce on the battlefield. He was not familiar with this kind of small-scale reckless fighting, so he had the confidence to fight in a very short time. Kill the opponent within a certain period of time, and then take Lu Chen directly in the carriage.

Only now did he understand that these soldiers were not only brave and fierce, but also had strong martial arts, proficient combined attack skills, absolute trust in their comrades, and the most important thing that made He Bainian secretly frightened, that was They dare to sacrifice their lives at any time, even if it is just to create a chance of victory for their colleagues.

The fierce battle resumed. With his rich experience and superb martial arts, He Bainian was still able to face the joint attack of three Houfu soldiers. However, he was unable to break through the opponent's obstruction in a short period of time and was blocked by the carriage. Ten feet away.

The other four people faced similar situations.

When it comes to fighting alone, these masters with their heads in their belts can defeat any of the soldiers without putting in too much energy, but the power of the opponent's three-person formation is by no means as simple as adding up. Even if they finally It also takes a lot of effort to break through the obstacles.

The initial tentative exchange happened in the blink of an eye, and Qin Zilong certainly wouldn't be dumbfounded in place.

He only glanced at the battle situation ahead and felt relieved, and then shouted decisively: "Retreat!"

The reason why Qin Zilong did not gather all his men to deal with the assassins in front was based on a very reasonable judgment. Since the opponent dared to set up an ambush in the capital, there could not be only these five assassins. If everyone falls into a fight, it is very likely that they will fall into each other's trap.

The coachman waved his whip, causing loud crackles of fire to explode in the air, and the carriage immediately began to turn.

The remaining six soldiers, including Qin Zilong, protected the carriage without hesitation and did not look at the comrades who were fighting. This was not because they were cold-blooded and ruthless, but because they had been tempered by the fire of war. They had been used to it countless times. Separation, life or death.

The soldiers who fought fiercely did not put their thoughts behind them. They only saw these daring assassins.

"stop!"

The carriage had just crossed Qingfeng Street when Qin Zilong yelled again, staring at the rear about twenty feet away.

A man with a cold aura suddenly appeared there, cutting off the retreat of the Marquis's carriage.

The man was wearing a green gown and an ordinary bamboo hat, holding an unsheathed long sword in his right hand and walking slowly towards the carriage crossing the long street.

As he moved forward step by step, the sword energy gradually spread from him, like haze covering the sky, filling the lonely long street from north to south.

His figure and the long sword formed a strange harmony, as if the man and the sword were one, and also like a storyteller with a vicissitudes of face telling a story.

A bottomless story.

Qin Zilong and other soldiers felt as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

At this moment, the carriage door suddenly opened outwards, and a figure floated down.

His shoulders were as broad as mountains, blocking the murderous momentum between heaven and earth. As he walked towards the swordsman, Qin Zilong and others suddenly felt that the terrifying power on their bodies gradually weakened until it disappeared, and it was still summer in front of them. Under the bright afternoon sun, the surrounding atmosphere was no longer harsh, and the sword energy that stung people's eyes disappeared without a trace.

Naturally, the one who blocked the sword energy all over the sky alone was Wei Chigui from the Qiankun in his sleeves.

At the same time, Lu Chen had arrived beside Qin Zilong, and in his hand was a long knife that was always kept in the carriage.

"We are no match for that swordsman, just leave it to Senior Yuchi."

Lu Chen's words brought Qin Zilong and others back to their senses. He immediately looked at the young Marquis. Qin Zilong said: "Master Marquis, leave this place to us. You should leave here as soon as possible. Don't go back to the Marquis' Mansion. It's best to go to the cavalry." Residential or royal palace.”

Lu Chen did not take the conversation. He looked at the soldiers fighting in front and said coldly: "Don't forget our experience of living and dying together on the battlefield. No matter when and where, how could I leave you behind?" Don’t you care about your own brothers?”

When he said these words, his tone gradually rose and his body began to move forward.

Qin Zilong and others did not dare to persuade him any more and immediately followed Lu Chen's footsteps and rushed forward.

Lu Chen stared at He Bainian, who was holding an iron rod in his hand. He came up behind the soldiers in a few ups and downs, and then a sharp sword light splashed forward!

(End of this chapter)