In just a moment, there were already many Ouchi masters in front of and behind him, holding arrows and crossbow weapons in their hands against the sackclothed cloaked man. The firearms battalion guarding the front and back of the carriage also began to be on guard, raising their firearms and staring around with blazing eyes.

At this moment, there was a sudden shout of murder around him, and countless strangely dressed people came out of the trees and the grass on the side of the road, and pounced on the carriage with hideous faces, but there was only one cloaked man in front of Feng Jingting from beginning to end. It was as if he was sure that he was no match for the Cloaked Man and would die by his sword.

At this moment, it aroused his competitive spirit, he was good at making a knife, but his swordsmanship was also very good, no less than his awe-inspiring knife technique, but compared to the domineering of the knife, his sword was another realm.

At this time, the pair of hands that were as stable as jade held a void circle, and the tiger's mouth turned into a ring, and the dull heavenly sword was in the middle of the air.

He knew that all the sword intent was contained in this sword, and just when he held his hands round and forcibly suppressed the terrible sword, the cloaked man's body suddenly trembled, and the sackcloth on his body vibrated violently as if it had been struck by an electric current, at this time his sword had already flown into the air, stopping between Feng Jingting's stable palms, and with the vibration of his body, a shocking sword intent pierced through the sackcloth he was wearing, and went straight to the sky.

Inspired by this sword intent, the sword controlled by Feng Jingting's bare hands also trembled violently, buzzing in the air, and regaining its brilliance.

At this time, I don't know when it rains in the sky, but in such a fragment of time, the raindrops seem to be delicately perceiving the attraction of the earth at a strange slow speed, no longer forming a silk pouring momentum, but like a crystal clear pearl.

Just behind the heavy pearl jade curtain, the cloak man in linen thought that his body was a sword! Breaking through the world, he was more than ten zhang long, and he killed Feng Jingting like an electric bolt, Feng Jingting's hand grasped his sword tightly, and the tip of the sword spat wildly, like a silver snake dancing, and the momentum was compelling.

And just when the layers of rain curtains were broken by the sackcloth cloak like a stillness, his pupils suddenly shone brightly, like flowing clouds enveloping the sun, absorbing the energy in the sun, snorting, arching into a circle of infinite palms, and closing inward!

His fingers were clean, there was no extra nails, his palm was as steady as Mount Tai, and the sword momentum poured out with the whistling sound, and the excessive violence was unstoppable, endless killing intent, and violent breath were all in this sword.

With a swing of the sword, the guards who were blocking in front of Feng Jingting stood still one by one, as if they had been immobilized. Looking at the front, everyone has a blood hole in their throat, which is neatly aligned, and it may not be so neat to use a ruler to compare the thorns. This was just a blink of an eye, but he seemed to swing seventeen or eighteen swords, and the sword pierced his throat.

Feng Jingting was forced to take a step back, if he only talked about sword strength, he would have lost most of it, this person was definitely the most powerful person he had ever met, but I don't know who such a person would be willing to give his life?

Just as the sword almost landed on him, a sudden sound of fire guns broke the air sword momentum, and the sound of fire guns came and went, and the strong smell of gunpowder stimulated people's noses.

Feng Jingting turned around, only to see Guo Wenying facing them with a fire hammer, she gasped slightly, there was still smoke from the barrel, obviously she made that sound.

Feng Jingting settled down, if she hadn't suddenly shot, he was afraid that he would have been forced into chaos by him at this time, and his death would only be in an instant.

Guo Wenying was holding a fire gun in her hand, seemingly steady, but her chest was rising and falling violently. Feng Jingting has been on the battlefield many times, but this is the first time that she has a sense of nervousness and suffocation, and she was so frightened that she could barely breathe at that moment just now.

Feng Jingting also took a breath, but unfortunately before he could catch his breath, he heard a burst of fire in the northwest sky, followed by shouting, as if a large group of people was approaching.

Guo Wenying was overjoyed, "It's Lu Weixin, he caught up." ”

It was Lu Weixin who came, he rushed up with someone, the fire gun in his left hand, and the big knife in his right hand also made each other complement, and the posture of the horse was very majestic. He approached in a moment and shouted, "Wen Ying, I'm here." ”

As more and more officers and soldiers rushed up, those men in black were scattered, and the man in the cloak waved his hand when he saw that the general situation was gone, and led the people out. They came and went as fast as they came, and in a moment they were gone.

Dead and alive, Guo Wenying sat on the ground for a long time and couldn't breathe, this fright scared her half of her life. Who the hell is that cloaked man, his martial arts are like ghosts.

Look at the guards who accompanied him and lay down, and after a period of fighting, there was not even half of them. It's also that the number of people they brought is small, and the firecracker can't exert much power in this narrow dense forest space, if it weren't for Lu Weixin catching up from behind, I'm afraid that the whole army would not be wiped out.

Lu Weixin rode over, and was the first to help Guo Wenying up from the ground, and said in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

Guo Wenying shook his head and glanced at Feng Jingting beside him, "The emperor is fine." ”

Feng Jingting's mind was scattered at the moment, the most expensive thing to use the sword was the essence of the person, he was forced by the sword qi of the cloaked man, although he was not injured, his internal breath was a little disordered, and his face looked very pale.

Guo Wenying was not worried about him, and hurriedly asked someone to carry him back to the carriage.

Feng Jingting sat cross-legged pranayama, she also knew that she couldn't help, so she just sat and watched. Lu Weixin didn't worry about her, and occasionally glanced at this side through the car curtain, the car curtain was too thick, and she couldn't see what was going on inside, but she didn't dare to lift the curtain to see it.

After a long while, Feng Jingting's complexion improved slightly, and he breathed lightly and relaxed his meditation posture.

Guo Wenying asked, "Does the emperor feel better?"

She turned her head and poured a cup of tea for him, Feng Jingting was thirsty, drank it all, and said, "It's really dangerous today." ”

Guo Wenying nodded, "It's really dangerous, I don't know who wants to deal with us?" Those people just now targeted the two of them, and they were obviously going to kill both of them. If she hadn't had the foresight to let Lu Weixin bring someone over later, she would have to be stuck here if she didn't get it right today. They have been fighting for so many years, and it is not worth capsizing in such a small place.

Feng Jingting pondered for a long time, and also felt that today's assassination was peculiar, if it was said that the remnants of the three princes were really not like it, the power of Yan Xiang in the court was also cut off by him, and he simply did not have the spare strength to make such a big effort.