The night was dark, Chen Ping rode a fast horse through his hometown, and the people of Jiujiang County next to the Yangtze River were in front.

Chen Ping looked back, but no one followed, lying on the back of the horse panting.

"Xiang Yu is stubborn and self-serving, Fan Zeng is also resourceful and decisive, timid in doing things, insufficient and scheming!" Chen Ping sighed.

Both the Western Wei and the Chu State had ambitions, but neither he was tolerated, and Chen Ping had only one place in his heart - Bashu.

Liu Bang had a good reputation in the past, and he led his troops to Xianyang City, he was the one who could make Fan Zeng always be on guard, and Chen Ping had already made up his mind.

Chen Ping took a breath, took out the gold and hid it in his shoes, and pulled the reins across the Jiujiang border.

"Jiujiang, Nanjun, Neishi, Hanzhong, Bashu."

Chen Ping thought about the route of travel, and the sound of horses' hooves sounded in front of him, coming straight for him.

"Below is Mr. Fan Zeng's special envoy, who has come to meet the King of Jiujiang." Chen Ping said hurriedly.

"That's right, it's you who is waiting for you." Mo Chu sneered, "Mr. Chen Ping is too slow, the contemptible people have been waiting for you for some time." ”

Chen Ping's heart tightened, and he said with a smile, "It turned out to be the third son, could it be that Mr. Fan Zeng also had something to convey to the third son?" ”

Mo Chu's long sword was unsheathed, "Don't talk nonsense, it's Fan Zeng's order to arrest you this time, go back with the contemptible people, or simply give your life here." ”

Chen Ping pretended to be shocked, "Did something happen to Pengcheng?" Mr. Fan Zeng will definitely not recruit him to go back, could it be that this is an excuse to kill him? At that time, he just told the truth, and the third son was not to blame. ”

Mo Chu didn't bother to say much to him, so he stabbed at Chen Ping.

Chen Ping hurriedly dismounted, and with a little starlight, he got into the woods.

"Still want to run?!"

Mo Chu dismounted and chased after him, only to see a faint firelight swaying in the woods, and more than a dozen men in armor shook their heads around the bonfire and bit their heads to bite the barbecue.

"Did you just see a man dressed as a Confucian come in?" Mo Chu asked.

Dahan ignored it at all, and gnawed on the meat by himself.

Mo Chu fixed his eyes, and the hands of several people seemed to be human thighs?!

No matter how unruly Yingbu is, he has never heard of cannibalism, and "Mozi" once recorded that "there is a country of people in the south of Chu".

"You are Baiyue people?!" Mo Chu exclaimed, Yingbu not only has a great thief army, but also recruited Baiyue people to the south, which must be with bad intentions.

The big men still couldn't understand what Mo Chu meant.

Chen Ping flashed out from the side, serious beside Dahan. The big men stood up with their long swords in hand, and rushed towards Mo Chu with fierce gods.

"Little man, what did you say to them?" Mo Chu asked, holding his sword.

Chen Ping smiled evilly, "There used to be a 'head of the five dragons' in the land of Baiyue, called the emperor, and the third prince dared to be inferior to the emperor, which is not good. ”

Mo Chu held the sword in both hands, his expression focused, "Solve the problem that they are cleaning you up." ”

"There is still a task assigned by Mr. Fan Zeng." Chen Ping arched his hand and smiled, "Please forgive me for not accompanying you." ”

Baiyue is only the general name of the ancient Yue people in the south, among which Wu Yue, who is brave and good at fighting, is also one of them, and Mo Chu's swordsmanship is learned from Wu Yue, plus the skills of Qi State.

Facing the main master, Mo Chu had no time to take care of Chen Ping.

Mo Chu stepped forward to fight with the Baiyue people, several big men looked dazed, but the swordsmanship was extremely exquisite, and the cooperation of more than a dozen people was seamless, and they did not fall behind at all.

The shadows of the flying swords slashed the surrounding trees bare.

Mo Chu was able to deal with it easily at first, and the Baiyue people gradually suppressed Mo Chu by virtue of the darkness and the familiarity of the woods.

"Your heart is in turmoil." Fan Zeng's words rang in his ears.

"Not really!"

Mo Chu waved his arm and swept away ten people with a sword. Bai Yue Bing seized the opportunity and scratched his arm with his backhand.

"Uh." Mo Chu frowned, the abilities of these people were extremely poor, and they made him upset by advancing and retreating together.

Bai Yue soldiers gradually saw that Mo Chu's breath was in chaos, and more than a dozen people slashed down, and Mo Chu could not avoid it in the night, and he raised his sword to connect hard, and the iron sword broke off in response.

The chest of the black cloth was instantly torn apart by the long sword.

The swords of the Baiyue people were full of gaps, and they slashed at Mo Chu's body and tore off the flesh and skin.

"Run!"

This thought appeared for the first time in Mo Chu's mind, and he who challenged the major knights also had a day of retreat.

Mo Chu endured the pain and flew to the horse.

On the border between Jiujiang and Chu, I don't know when another hundred Yue soldiers came.

The presumptuous cries of the Baiyue soldiers resounded in their ears, and Mo Chu had no way to retreat.

"Humph! If the contemptible people go to Hengshan Country to forge the sword, you Xiaoxiao will all die under the contemptible sword. Mo Chu sneered.

Most of the sword-casting masters in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period were Wu Yue's people, the cadres were Wu Guo's people, Ou Yezi was a Yue country's people, and Mrs. Zhao Guoxu, who cast swords for Jing Ke, also learned to cast swords in Wu Yue.

After Wu Qi of Hengshan Kingdom was the royal family of Wu, Mo Chu could not cast the essence of the sword, and the only way to go to Hengshan Country was to do so.

The Baiyue soldiers were getting closer and closer, and Mo Chu looked around, and the encirclement on the side of Jiujiang was more relaxed.

"Fight!"

Mo Chu grabbed the reins and rushed straight to the west, knocking out a hole and a few more bloody wounds under his ribs.

"Drive!"

Relying on the speed of Lou Fu's horse, Mo Chu disappeared from the field of vision of the Baiyue people.

Mo Chu was drenched in sweat and frowned in pain.

Inexplicably remembered the words of the spirit burning when he was in Qidi,

"The Mo family giants walk the rivers and lakes, relying not only on martial arts, but also on the Tao."

Mo Chu fell to the ground weakly, "The contemptible person lost, whatever you want!" ”

"If you only have this kind of enlightenment, you will never become a giant." Lingyan shook his head in disappointment.

"Stinky boy, if you want to surpass my master, let's study for a few more decades." Cai Wei stood aside with a sword and smiled.

.....

"How can I surpass the Spirit Burn?!"

Mo Chu's lips turned white, and he gradually lost consciousness as he lay on the horse's back.