King Rong settled down, and felt that it was time for him to come forward, as the master of King Rong's mansion, how could he be captured with his hands tied, and he would die a heroic death. He fumbled around, pulled out a richly decorated dagger, looked at it, smiled self-deprecatingly, opened the door, and walked out.

As soon as he went out, he saw more than a dozen sturdy men with various weapons standing around the car, blades and spears still glowing with cold light in the dark forest. The leader was a middle-aged man, with an ordinary appearance, wearing a half-worn short robe, and no weapon in his hand. It should be him who talked to Qin Yu just now. And Qin Yu was standing in the driver's seat at this time, holding the reins in his hand, his body turned to this side, and the mottled shadow of the tree was cast on his face, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. The driver next to him had already fallen, half of his body was lying on the saddle, and half of the shaft of the arrow was exposed on his chest, and he didn't know if he was still alive.

Around the car, the twelve guards had also fallen from their horses, and several of them were lying on the ground on their backs facing the sky, most of their chests and heads were pierced by sharp arrows, and they were all shot with crossbows, but none of the bandits in front of them were holding bows and crossbows in their hands, and King Rong guessed that there were other bandits in the forest who were facing this side with bows and crossbows.

When Qin Yu saw King Rong coming out, he immediately jumped down from the seat of the car and took a few steps forward. The middle-aged man on the other side sighed, "Alas, do you really want to resist?" He raised his right hand, and several of the men behind him raised their weapons. Qin Yu stopped, "This brother, since we have to die, why don't we let us die to understand?" He said that, but his tone did not look like a dying man at all.

"Why bother, if you know after you die, find out for yourselves." The middle-aged man said calmly, but his hand was about to be put down.

King Rong thought that he would probably not be able to escape this time, so he drew his sword with a bang, and recalled a little swordsmanship he had learned when he was a teenager. But Qin Yu grabbed him, signaled not to act rashly, and then said to the man, "Can we make one last request?" ”

King Rong was very puzzled, it seemed that there was no life, why was Qin Yu so wordy, could there still be rescuers?

The man frowned, and finally his hand still didn't put it down, "You say." ”

"The girl in the car is the daughter of the owner of Yangzhou Yihe Villa, and she has something to do with our Rongwang Mansion and me. And she's still in the carriage, and she hasn't seen your faces. Will you let her go? ”

The man smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, but we never leave anything behind. ”

At this time, the car door was kicked open with a bang, and Jinxuan walked out, standing on the pedal, without the slightest fear between her eyebrows, "I see it all now, you have to kill it together." ”

King Rong felt that the blood was gushing up, was he not as good as a man as a woman? He ignored Qin Yu beside him, shouted, and stabbed straight at the middle-aged man on the opposite side with his sword. The man smiled, and with a casual flick, the sword was swung away, and then he stretched out his hand, grabbed King Rong's placket with one hand, and pulled it closer. King Rong felt his feet off the ground, and suddenly he was in front of the man, so close that he could almost feel the other person's breathing. After Rong Wangxin finished speaking, he saw the other party stretching out his left hand to him, and the gesture was like a knife, and he was about to cut his throat. King Rong closed his eyes, he heard a screeching sound of "bang" and Jinxuan's exclamation, and then his whereabouts, and finally he fell to the ground with a bang. King Rong was lying on his side on the ground, his cheek was against the clover, and he felt a little itchy, was he already dead? Could it be that the opponent's hand knife is too fast, and he can't even feel the pain. For some reason, he didn't feel sorry for his death, but felt a little guilty for not protecting Jinxuan.

But soon he realized that he didn't have to feel guilty, and that he wasn't dead. Because Jinxuan immediately ran to his side and half-helped him up. He touched his neck, but there was not a drop of blood.

Looking further, it was the middle-aged man who clenched his throat with both hands, convulsed, and his face was terrifyingly pale. He looked back and saw that Qin Yu was standing there with a pale face, his hands stretched forward, holding a small tube, and making a strange gesture.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the bandits around immediately brandished their weapons and rushed forward. King Rong struggled to get up from the ground, but was held down by Jinxuan.

At this time, Qin Yu had already withdrawn his hands, looked at the enemies rushing up, took a step back, leaned on the wheel, and let out a heavy sigh.

King Rong and Jin Xuan saw that a small wound was exposed on Qin Yu's chest, gushing blood, while blood was constantly oozing from the middle-aged man's throat-holding hands, and he struggled to take a few steps forward before falling to the ground at once.

A bandit rushed in front of Qin Yu and slashed with a swing of a knife, but Qin Yu didn't hide this time, but just watched the long knife fall on his head.

At this moment, a green vine the thickness of a little finger suddenly stretched out from Qin Yu's feet, piercing the bandit's wrist like an arrow, and the bandit screamed miserably, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground at once.

King Rong's eyes widened in astonishment, and another vine stretched out and pierced the bandit's legs, and the bandit wailed loudly, knelt down, and slowly fell to the ground.

At this moment, more vines pierced out of the ground, and all the enemies stopped at once, and their weapons fell to the ground one after another, and then they all curled up in pain and slowly fell to the ground.

Qin Yu looked at this scene, still as calm as ever, he sat down little by little, watching the enemies curled up and struggling on the ground and let out a miserable cry. King Rong didn't dare to move, so he was supported by Jinxuan and slowly stood up. By this time, the middle-aged man had stopped struggling, his hands were still on his throat, and his eyes were wide as if he couldn't believe it was true.

As the vines tightened, the movements of the people struggling on the ground became weaker and weaker, and the moans became weaker and weaker. At this time, Qin Yu's face was so pale that he couldn't see a trace of blood, he wanted to stand up, but a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then he shook and fell. Then the people on the earth let out their last terrible wails, and then they all fell silent.

There was a dead silence in the woods, except for the occasional restless movement of the horses. King Rong looked at the scattered corpses on the ground and was a little stunned. Jinxuan reacted faster, she grabbed it, helped Qin Yu up, and tested him to snort. Then he greeted King Rong in surprise, "Come here, he's still alive." ”

King Rong came back to his senses, stepped forward in a few steps, and helped Qin Yu into the car. At this time, there was a sound of horses' hooves, and the two of them were nervous. When the arrivals arrived, they were grooms with reserve horses and some supplies.