Saint Qin Batu

Chapter 310 Devil May Cry

"My lord! Xuan Jian's palm sword has already left the city first..."

In a courtyard in Shouchun, a Jianchi Secret Guard hurriedly knelt on one knee in front of Qu Zhao who had just walked out the door.

"Hmph! That old man Jing Hu hides faster than anyone else when there is no news, but when he has news, he snatches it faster than anyone else." Qu Zhao said with a cold snort.

"Where are people now?"

"I heard that they are now besieged on a hill in the west of the city..."

"Haha! Today, it's our turn to pick their fruits!" Qu Zhao smiled even more, got on his horse, and headed towards the west city in high spirits.

"Sand, sand, sand"

In the woods, the breeze blows, rustling the leaves on the trees.

Several sword pool swordsmen, hunched over, holding bright sabers in their hands, slowly groped forward.And behind them, a man about 50 years old followed them generously.

"Dang! Dang!"

There was a crisp sword sound, and immediately after, two corpses fell from the tree.

"My lord! We have arrived at the designated place!" A Jianchi secret guard said respectfully to Jing Hu.

Although Jing Hu is over fifty years old, he is still burly and strong.

"on!"

Jing Hu waved his arm, and the secret guards behind him immediately threw down the torch that had been prepared in their hands.Occasionally, the east wind blowing through caused the fire to rise suddenly.

"Set fire to the mountain, and lose [-] before killing the enemy!" Looking at the slowly rising black smoke, Ying Zheng murmured softly.

Han Fei was smiling, but there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

"Although Jing Hu looks brave, he is the most narrow-minded and short-sighted generation. It's a pity that after today, in Shouchun City, there are still many mountain-eating people who have difficulty caring for food and clothing."

"Master, the secret guards of the Chu Kingdom are here now, what should we do?" At this time, a swordsman who was born in the early stage, bowed his body and asked Ying Zheng for instructions.

Ying Zheng intercepted quite a few famous swords. Although it is impossible for every one of them to be as famous as the Eight Swords of the King of Yue, other swords can also attract many swordsmen to work for Ying Zheng.

"Since they don't come over, let's go over."

For people like Jing Hu, Ying Zheng didn't like him at all, so he naturally wanted to get rid of them quickly.

"Notify the gang of swordsmen, whoever kills Jinghu will get Xuan Jian!"

The eyes of the innate early-stage swordsman behind Ying Zheng lit up slightly, then he lowered his head again, and said in response, "I obey!"

"Your Majesty is really brave. Is it possible that you are not afraid that some of those low-level swordsmen will actually get Xuan Jian?" Han Fei said half-jokingly.

Ying Zheng shook his head indifferently and said: "Sometimes, judging a person can't be judged by martial arts alone. Means are also important. Since they have already planned to do this, they will naturally use everything! If they can get it, they will have it." Qualified to have."

"..." Han Fei's smile receded a bit, and he remained silent.

"Why, do you regret it?" Ying Zheng looked at Han Fei and asked.

"The Han Fei of the past is dead. Whether to do it or not, how to do it, has nothing to do with the past me." Han Fei shook his head, and slowly put a bronze mask on his face.

"Crackling!"

The flames were burning hotter and hotter, and dozens of Jianchi secret guards outside had already closed the encirclement.Jing Hu crossed his arms and watched the burning flames quietly.

"rustle!"

In the gap between the flames, several black shadows suddenly appeared, and immediately afterward, these black shadows became more and more, and there were no less than 30 people.

"Heh! Thinking of confronting the enemy head-on!"

Jing Hu sneered, looking at the figure in the flickering fire, as if he was looking at a dead person.And those gaps were exactly what he deliberately left for the enemy.

"Fire arrows!"

Jing Hu gave an order, and the Jianchi secret guards, who had always been known for their famous swords, took out their bows and arrows that had been prepared.A dense rain of arrows shot towards the Jianghu swordsman in the flames.

And those swordsmen in the rivers and lakes naturally did not expect that the dignified sword pool secret guards would not fight head-on, but instead blocked the enemy with arrows.Caught off guard, many people with slightly inferior martial arts were immediately pierced through the chest.

However, most of these swordsmen are not weak in martial arts after all.And Chu State did not have arrows and crossbows like South Korea and Qin State, and in the blink of an eye, the two sides were close to each other.

In the touch of sword and sword, both sides are not weak, and if they are not careful, they will fall down.

Although the secret guards of the sword pool are skilled in coordination and the swords in their hands are much better than the swordsmen recruited by Ying Zheng, but most of the people who can be recruited by Ying Zheng are those who regard swords as idiots.

The sharp swords in Jianchi Secret Guard's hands were not regarded as a threat by them, but they were like stripped girls, waiting for their luck.

The so-called horizontal ones are afraid of being cruel, and those who are cruel are afraid of dying.How could Jianchi Secret Guard be the opponent of a group of lunatics?

Therefore, although the number of secret guards is much larger than that of Jianghu swordsmen, they are in a weak position for a short time.

"Hmph! Trash!" Seeing the secret guard's inaction, Jing Hu snorted coldly, pulled out the Xuan Jian in his hand, and rushed towards the Jianghu swordsmen.

However, Jing Hu was only in the mid-innate stage. Although none of those swordsmen had higher kung fu than him, he, who was always cautious, still only played weakly.

"Hahahaha!"

Relying on the Xuan Jian in his hand and his superior strength over his opponent, Jing Hu shocked the spirits of the Jianchi secret guards, and they worked harder to kill the enemy.

"There's another guest from afar..." Han Fei's changed gentle words came from under the cold mask.

"Sir, do you need me to go?" Behind Han Fei, Duan Shui asked, stroking his beard.

Just as Han Fei was about to speak, he saw a figure, which had already run away into the distance within a few flashes.

"Hehe, it seems that someone is more impatient than you. However, I think his strength is still a little insufficient, so go and help him!"

"Obey!" Duan Shui bowed his body and responded.

"Wait!" Suddenly, Han Fei stopped him again, "The harder it is to get something, the more attractive it is. Since he likes the True Steel Sword so much, don't let him down..."

"The villain understands!" Duan Shui raised the corner of his mouth, showing a clear expression.

When Duan Shui left, Han Fei turned his attention to the battle between Jianchi and Jianghu swordsmen again.

Under Jing Hu's leadership, the Jianghu swordsmen who fought on their own finally couldn't help being unable to support themselves, and they were already at a disadvantage.

"It seems that these people are still a bit short. In this case, Xuan Jian, there is no need to give them..." Han Fei's hand slowly touched his waist.

However, when he was about to pull out the Nilin, a figure that suddenly exploded caused his hand to pause slightly.

(End of this chapter)