The man kicked open the door of the post station, walked in with a grin, and laughed as he walked: "Hahaha, you dare to say something to send grandpa a ride, it's grandpa who sends you ......"

Before the word "Yicheng" was finished, it was swallowed by the man.

Under the eaves of the inn house, there stood more than twenty men in cross-dress, with a big scimitar at their waists, and their hair hung down on the back of their heads and braided into several small braids...... It's clearly their costume!

"Which of you are—" and then remembered the realm he was in, and immediately changed his words, "No, how can there be Tartars here?"

Hearing a sound at the door, the twenty or so people in strange costumes turned their heads to look at the five people who came in, their faces were all covered with black cloths, and under the white snowy scene, the masked people were even more weird.

The young man walked into the courtyard, looked at the person in front of him, his eyes narrowed, with a bit of epiphany in his voice, he laughed softly, and his tone dragged long: "It seems that someone wants to blame us......"

A man who looked like a leader stretched out his hand and made a gesture, and went straight into the house, and the twenty people immediately tacitly divided into two teams, one team entered the post station, and the other team slowly pulled out the scimitar, forming a circle and slowly approaching the five of them.

……

Chu Shaoyuan slept lightly, and in a daze, there was a slight sound from the door bolt, as if something was buttoning the door bolt, and he listened carefully, but found that the sound had disappeared, his heart sank, and he turned over with his eyes closed.

Downstairs there was a sudden sound of "clanging", and he immediately woke up, picked up the war knife placed next to the couch, turned over and got up to put his shoes on the hanger, and reached out to put the coat on the hanger on his body.

Before the light was lit, he saw at a glance that the knife inserted through the crack in the door was buttoning the deadbolt little by little, and the deadbolt had been pulled by the knife for a small half, and he stood quietly on the innermost side of the door, so that after the door opened, he was directly blocked by the door.

He reached out and gently helped open the deadbolt bit by bit.

As soon as the door opened, Chu Shaoyuan stood at the door with bated breath, and saw two cross-dressed men cautiously flashing in, their steps were very light, and they were calm, he saw from the crack in the door that the two big men took out their scimitars and slashed at the bed, and he immediately understood that these two people were going to kill him.

He made a decision immediately, the war knife flew straight to the vest of the knife bearer, the man turned around quickly, raised his hand to block his attack, and the other person slashed at his neck with a knife, he tilted his head neatly to dodge, not wanting to entangle with them, increased the strength in his hand, the war knife cut their scimitar, dragged down the curtain on the bed with one hand and threw it over the heads of the two, quickly flashed to the door, and said loudly: "Xiao Pei! Wei Qing!"

Chu Shaoyuan only hopes that the two of them don't sleep too well now, otherwise they will be eaten as a plate of Chinese food.

As soon as he dodged out of the door, he immediately found that there were seven or eight people standing in the corridor, also using the blade to open the door, as soon as the others saw him, they immediately came over, he hurriedly dodged and entered the house, when the door was closed tightly, and the first two people in the room just forced up, the sound of the metal breaking wind came, he clenched the knife, raised his arm slightly to lock the masked man's scimitar in the knife, raised his foot and kicked off the sternum of a masked man, only to hear a muffled sound, the masked man fell down in pain.

The rest of the person seemed to be ferocious in an instant, his moves were vicious and vicious, and his moves were all killing moves, so he hit the two tricks hard, Chu Shaoyuan found that the kung fu of the person who came was very high, and he had some difficulty in dealing with it.

He ducked and retreated to the window, the masked man's fierce knife wind slashed over, he flashed to the side, the window was blown by the knife wind, and immediately opened with a "clang", and the snowflakes fell in the sky, reflecting the darkness of the room.

Chu Shaoyuan found out that the masked man was wearing an alien robe, which was the costume of the Tartar he had seen in "The Record of the Alien Territory", his eyes narrowed, the door was suddenly split, and three people instantly poured into the room, he dealt with the attacks of several people, while carefully looking at the appearance of several people, his long and strong figure, his face was covered, and the physique of the Tartar mentioned in the book was not at all like the physique of the Tartar mentioned in the book, but it was similar to the size of Xiao Pei.

There was movement in the room next to him one after another, Chu Shaoyuan's heart lit up, looking at the more and more people in the room, he couldn't avoid it, and immediately jumped down from the window, there was a sound of breaking wind behind him, a scimitar narrowly grazed his left arm, and the other scimitar was directly aimed at his back, he used his war knife in mid-air to block the direction of the scimitar, and the scimitar flew straight into the railing at the entrance of the post station.

He fell to the bottom and realized that there were more than a dozen masked people below, but the dozen or so masked people were chasing and beating a few burly and short people, and the sound of "clanging" he heard before was the sound of fighting below.

Chu Shaoyuan was a little puzzled for a while, where did these people come from? Aren't all the masked people coming for him?

Thinking like this, when I looked at those people again, I suddenly found that their kung fu was surprisingly good, and they didn't show a downturn against a dozen people, but they didn't get any bargains.

The lights in the room on the second floor turned on, and as soon as the dozen or so people below saw Chu Shaoyuan, they immediately changed their attack, and several masked people immediately attacked him, and where the scimitar went, even the falling snowflakes trembled.

He was a little struggling to face a few masked people by himself, and he said loudly towards the second floor: "Xiao Pei, Wei Qing, are you dead?"

This sound was very loud, and instantly spread throughout the whole station, even the guards downstairs should have been awakened, he regretted a little that he tolerated the three bowls of wine they drank tonight, if they were asleep, he was afraid that they had been poisoned.

Originally, a few people in Chu Shaoyuan's room jumped down, turned over and stabbed straight at Chu Shaoyuan, a scimitar broke through the dark night, and flew directly over, Chu Shaoyuan was almost forced into a desperate situation, he couldn't dodge, his right shoulder was slashed, scarlet blood flowed down the wound, dyeing his moon-white clothes red, he only felt that half of his shoulder didn't seem to be his own, the pain came, he changed his left arm and held the knife steadily, his body became lighter, and the speed flashed rapidly.

The young man was keenly aware that since the white-clothed young man upstairs came down, almost all the masked people rushed towards him, and immediately understood that this person was the target of the masked man, and glanced at the man, who stepped forward and blocked the other scimitars that were heading for the white-shirted young man, giving him a time to react.

Chu Shaoyuan took a breath and smiled at the man, the smile on his delicate and perfect cheeks, lined with the color of the snow, made people's heartbeat seem to stop in an instant.

The man's eyes widened, he had never seen such a beautiful young man, and he couldn't react for a while.

Suddenly, there was a scimitar in the front of the wind cutting through the air, Chu Shaoyuan saw that the man was stunned, he did not hesitate to hold the knife in his left hand and cut the scimitar that came from the front, regardless of the pain in his right shoulder, he snatched the scimitar and plunged it into the throat of a masked man who was resisting him, and took a step to dodge the scimitar on the left, and the knife slashed obliquely, slashing the right arm of a masked man.

The masked man's attack was even more violent, Chu Shaoyuan struggled to dodge, kicked a masked man's knife away with a flying kick, and the scimitar cut off half of the masked man's arm at once, he turned around and shouted, slashed a semicircle in the air, and the long knife drew a little cold light in the air, blocking the several scimitars that attacked.

Xiao Pei and Wei Qing had just put down the two people who had sneaked in at this moment, and jumped down from the window to help Chu Shaoyuan.

Xiao Pei saw that he was covered with color, hurriedly protected him, and said in a deep voice: "Childe, you are injured!"

Chu Shaoyuan said casually: "It doesn't matter. Taking a sideways step, he gave way to a knife light that came from behind, and then suddenly stepped forward, the sword in his hand stabbed into the throat of another opponent and then retracted abruptly, blocking the killing knife for Xiao Pei, who was protecting his flank.

His eyes stared at the masked man whose arm was cut off in half, only to see that his face was pale, but he still slashed at Chu Shaoyuan with a knife in his other hand, with the intention of not killing him, Chu Shaoyuan's heart was cold, and the knife in his left hand stabbed into the masked man's chest, but the knife in the masked man's hand still did not stop moving, and kept slashing towards him, Chu Shaoyuan quickly dodged, kicked him away, and he fell to the ground without moving.

With the assistance of Xiao Pei and Wei Qing, Chu Shaoyuan was obviously much more at ease.

Xiao Pei looked at the dozen or so people, all of whom were attacking Chu Shaoyuan one-sidedly, and couldn't help but ask coldly, "Who are you, why did you come to assassinate us?"

A scribe-like Confucian on the side stabbed a knife into the heart of a masked man, kicked away the body of the masked man, he was already out of breath, and said quickly: "They are killers, they only kill people and will not say anything else, you save some effort." ”

Chu Shaoyuan frowned, and five or six people jumped down upstairs, it seemed that he had killed all the guards upstairs, his face sank completely, and there were more and more masked people, and the dozen or so people downstairs before had gradually approached twenty, and they had only killed four people before, eight people versus nearly twenty people, and there was too much difference in the number of people.

And the one who jumped down from the upper floor, the masked man who attacked him before, seemed to be the leader, and his martial arts were very superb, Xiao Pei saw that the masked man had been pestering him, and immediately faced the masked man.

Chu Shaoyuan endured the pain from the wound on his shoulder, and forcefully slashed the scimitar that kept attacking him on both sides, behind him was Wei Qing, steadily protecting the direction behind him, so that he could not be distracted Behind him, his hand holding the knife had begun to tremble slightly, this was the first time he had fought against so many killers, either you died or I died, the wound on his shoulder kept bleeding out with his movements, soaking his clothes.

[Xiaoyi wrote this chapter for 6 hours, I'm really sad, I won't write this kind of tense fight scene, it's so painful...... Say it weakly, give it a monthly pass......]