Joy of Life: Starting by clinging to the eldest princess's coattails!

Chapter 118 There's still a backup plan! Wolf Peach?

At this moment, the constable approached, his face still showing fear, and bowed to Lai Mingcheng, saying, "Lord Lai, are you alright?"

First, the eldest princess was assassinated, and now it's the imperial envoy's turn.

Fortunately, Lord Wu, who was by the Princess's side, arrived in time; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Lai Mingcheng glanced at him, his tone somewhat impolite: "I'm fine. Officer Zhang, you've arrived just in time."

He was already filled with suspicion towards these local officials in Chizhou.

First, the eldest princess was assassinated.

Now, this imperial envoy has just finished meeting with the eldest princess, and on his way back, he has been ambushed.

What a coincidence!

Officer Zhang's expression stiffened for a moment.

He didn't know when he had offended this imperial envoy.

But just to be on the safe side, he waved his hand, instructing the constables to follow Wu Feng and Lai Mingcheng and escort them back to the inn.

Lai Mingcheng had no reason to refuse.

After all, if something happens to him, both the constables and the prefect of Chizhou will be held accountable.

He had originally wanted to ask Wu Feng some questions, but with these constables present, it was inconvenient to ask them now.

The group walked quietly toward the post station.

The night wind blew through the streets, and the torchlight cast long shadows.

Just then!

A figure swiftly swooped down from the shadows of a tall building on the street, heading straight for Wu Feng!

Wu Feng's eyes were icy cold: "You're courting death!"

He drew his embroidered spring knife, just about to swing it—

Two barbed, chained Soul-Devouring Blades pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound as they hurtled toward him!

Wu Feng instantly switched from offense to defense.

He swung the Embroidered Spring Blade forward, holding the blade horizontally in front of him.

"clang!"

Sparks from the collision of metal exploded in the night.

He blocked both curved swords, but the force from the swords made his hands go numb.

"Protect Lord Lai!"

When Constable Zhang realized what was happening, a group of constables quickly surrounded Lai Mingcheng and escorted him as he retreated along the wall by the street.

The two curved swords were pulled back by the chain of the figure who attacked them.

The man landed, flicked his wrist, and the two curved blades spun in mid-air before attacking Wu Feng again.

Wu Feng, with a serious expression, went to greet him.

The two sides instantly clashed.

The flashes of blades and the clashing of curved swords created a muffled explosion in the night sky.

Another ninth-rank official!

"Take Censor Lai away!" Wu Feng shouted as he engaged in battle.

"Don't worry, Lord Wu!" Constable Zhang replied.

He led the constables and Lai Mingcheng's remaining wounded guards in a quick retreat, their footsteps soon disappearing around the street corner.

This masked ninth-rank official's attack was more ferocious than that of an ordinary ninth-rank official.

The two curved blades seemed alive in his hands, sometimes hovering in front of him, sometimes flying out of his hand and attacking from strange angles.

The chain rattled, and the blade gleamed with an eerie light, incredibly sharp.

Wu Feng was not afraid.

With Qi circulating at full power, true Qi flows through the meridians, and combined with the Flying Floss and Light Smoke Technique, the body moves erratically.

Every swing of the Embroidered Spring Blade precisely blocked the attack of the curved blade.

The masked man grew increasingly terrified as the fight progressed.

This person clearly only has the aura of an eighth-grade cultivator, how come they are so fast? And their reactions are so accurate?

The two fought for more than twenty moves.

Wu Feng gradually realized that something was wrong.

This person's attack was fierce, and his moves showed no mercy!

It wasn't until Constable Zhang protected Lai Mingcheng and ran far away that Wu Feng suddenly realized what had happened.

This ninth-rank official's target was not Lai Mingcheng.

It was himself!

In a flash, he recalled the swordsmanship used by the two men in black.

Looking around at the Sword Gate.

But the person in front of me is clearly using a curved sword.

wrong.

Wu Feng stared at the two Soul-Devouring Curved Blades, his mind racing with information about the Northern Qi.

Tianyi Dao.

Kuhe's eldest disciple.

Wolf Peach!

"You're Wolf Peach!" Wu Feng blurted out.

The masked man's offensive noticeably paused.

But in an instant, he charged forward again, his two curved blades clashing in a fierce attack.

Wu Feng knew he had guessed correctly.

Since the goal is to stall him, Lai Mingcheng must have some other plans in store!

Having thought this through, he stopped pressing the matter.

With a single slash, Wolf Peach was forced back, and Qi Flow True Qi erupted from within his body, pouring into the blade!

A powerful shockwave of true energy exploded from the tip of the blade, like an invisible giant hammer, slamming towards Wolf Peach!

Wolf Peach was already on guard.

The moment Wu Feng unleashed his true energy, he retreated rapidly, simultaneously crossing his two curved blades to protect himself.

"boom!"

The shockwave of true energy exploded.

Wolf Peach was thrown over by the aftershock, flipping twice in mid-air before landing, staggering back a few steps before regaining her balance.

His internal energy was surging violently, forcing him to stop and calm it down.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

When the smoke cleared, Wu Feng had vanished without a trace.

Wolf Peach stood still, her hand gripping the scimitar trembling slightly.

Rank 8.

With the strength of an eighth-grade true qi, he was actually able to unleash such an attack.

This is unbelievable!

However, the people on the other side should have already completed their mission.

Thinking about this...

He took a deep breath, suppressed his surging inner energy, and turned to disappear into the night.

the other side.

Wu Feng used his Flying Willow and Light Smoke Technique to dash swiftly in the direction from which the screams came.

In just a short while, the sounds had already thinned out considerably.

When he arrived, there were more than a dozen corpses lying haphazardly in the streets and alleys.

Most of the constables protecting Lai Mingcheng were killed or wounded, their blood staining the bluestone slabs red.

The few survivors, covered in wounds, huddled in a corner, trembling.

Officer Zhang's chest was stained red with blood as he leaned against the wall, clearly seriously injured.

Lai Mingcheng was protected by two people at the deepest part of the alley.

The two men protecting him were covered in blood and were still struggling to stay upright.

Opposite them stood a man in black.

This person didn't use a curved sword.

He held a sword in his hand; the blade was long and slender, and blood was still dripping from its tip.

Another ninth-rank official!

A ninth-rank swordsman!

When the man in black saw Wu Feng approaching, he turned his sword and thrust it directly at him!

The sword strikes were fierce, and the sword energy whistled through the air.

Wu Feng drew his sword and charged.

"clang!"

Swords clashed, sparks flew.

The immense force made Wu Feng's hands go numb.

He lightly touched the ground with his feet, unleashing his Flying Willow and Light Smoke Technique, his figure drifting away to dodge the opponent's second sword strike that followed closely behind.

The man in black continued his swordplay relentlessly, each strike faster than the last.

Wu Feng retreated repeatedly, parrying with his blade, the sound of metal clashing densely like rain.

He figured it out.

It's that Four-Looking Sword Technique again!

He's only a ninth-rank official!

Wu Feng's heart sank; Lang Tao could catch up at any moment.

He might not even win against one, let alone two of them together.

Wu Feng cleaved the opponent's sword in two with a single strike, took a few steps back, and caught his breath.

The man in black was about to pounce again.

Suddenly, the rapid clatter of horses' hooves came from afar.

A dozen or so figures on horseback sped from the street corner at great speed.

The man in black and Wu Feng turned their heads at the same time.

It was Jiang Fuhai, and his dozen or so personal guards!

"Master Wu!"

Jiang Fuhai spotted Wu Feng at a glance and sped up even more.

The man in black's eyes narrowed.

He sheathed his sword, turned and ran.

"Chase!" Jiang Fuhai shouted.

"Stop chasing! He's a ninth-rank official! Protect Censor Lai first!" Wu Feng shouted.

Jiang Fuhai immediately reined in his horse and stopped, then came over with his personal guards.

Lai Mingcheng was still huddled in the corner, his face pale, but his eyes were still bright.

"Lord Wu—" His voice trembled.

Wu Feng glanced at him, then at the two guards standing in front of him.

The two men were covered in blood, but they were still standing.

"The post station is probably not safe either," Wu Feng said. "Imperial Censor Lai, why don't you stay at the Chizhou camp tonight and see what happens?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fuhai said, "Lord Wu is right. Censor Lai, please rest at my camp in Chizhou tonight."

Lai Mingcheng had no choice but to obey the two men's arrangements.

At this moment, the prefect of Chizhou also arrived with his men. Upon seeing the corpses scattered all over the ground, he was shocked and furious.

Which bastard is trying to harm me?!

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