The man's figure was shrouded in a fat shirt, and his long hair covered his cheeks, giving people the feeling of being both familiar and unfamiliar, but Yan Yingyuan regarded him as an assassin who came to assassinate Zhu Ping'an, so he was merciless when he made a move.

The layer of clothing wrapped around the iron shovel fell in response, and the iron shovel with the thickness of the baby's arm was divided into eighteen sections, shining dark in the moonlight, wrapped in the sound of wind and thunder, as if the oncoming long sword as thin as a cicada's wings would turn into powder when it touched it.

Yan Yingyuan has a martial arts skill on a horse and stepping down, and he thinks that he has a strategy, but he can't be reused as a small official, if it weren't for Zhu Ping'an's recommendation and Lu Zhenfei's reuse, I'm afraid he would not have climbed to the high position of the current third-grade military attache in this life. Tonight, I suddenly saw that there was a small man who wanted to assassinate the benefactor in front of him, so he naturally did his best as soon as he made a move.

But it was such a blow with all his might, but it was like a hammer smashed into the pile of cotton, and it was light and fluttering, and it couldn't exert half of its strength. In the darkness, the man's figure suddenly floated up, like a ghost crawling out of hell, and suddenly, he suddenly appeared in front of Yan Yingyuan from under the iron shovel.

This time Yan Yingyuan was taken aback, and he didn't have time to withdraw the iron shovel in his hand, and the blade of the long sword had already cut through a layer of light armor on his chest.

The armor of the light armor and the blade of the sword made a line of small sparks, which were very conspicuous in the dark night. Yan Yingyuan was busy turning the iron shovel, but the man had already flashed behind him like a fly, and with a seemingly inadvertent kick, he kicked Yan Yingyuan aside.

When Yan Yingyuan stopped his staggering steps and turned to look, the man had already fought with more than ten generals he brought, and the swords, swords, and shadows were intertwined into a big net. The surrounding generals have already fallen to the ground one after another, but the man is merciful, but there is no killing move between the shots, and the generals are just a few cuts in their thighs, and their actions are temporarily blocked.

But Wang Jinfa and Shen Ke looked at Zhu Ping'an in unison, and their faces were shocked. It seems that he wants to stop talking.

Zhu Ping'an, who was sitting on the horse, didn't notice the expressions of the two, one pair of eyes just stared at the figure of the man, one hand pressed his saber, and the other hand was clenched into a fist, and the expression on his face was uncertain.

In a moment, the man had already rushed out of the encirclement of Yan Yingyuan and others, but Yan Yingyuan refused to retreat at all, although he knew that his skills were far from the man, but he still waved the iron shovel in his hand. It haunted him.

After a long time, the man was obviously a little impatient, and his eyes in the gap between his long hair couldn't help flashing a trace of murderous intent, and at the moment he made a move, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but blurt out, "No injury!" ”

The man's figure was obviously stagnant, his wrist was half a beat slower, and the blade of his sword was crooked. pierced the arm of Yan Yingyuan, who was like a mad tiger, and then pulled out a kick and kicked it out. The blade of the sword brought out a string of blood beads.

Yan Yingyuan snorted, fell heavily to the ground, although his arm was injured, he still rolled over, handed the iron shovel to his left hand, and a pair of eyes full of hatred firmly locked the man.

With Zhu Ping'an's shout. The man's long sword hung down, slowly turned around, stood in the direction where Zhu Ping'an was, and slowly used his left hand to pull away the long hair that shrouded his face, revealing his face.

It's still that handsome face that makes people feel a little suffocated. But now, a palm-sized dark red scar has been added to the left face, which is like a heavy hammer, which makes Zhu Ping'an's heart ache.

But at this time, Cao Wuxian's eyes were as cold as a thousand years of ice, and even the words that came out of his mouth were full of chill in Zhu Ping'an's ears.

"Why didn't you notify me in advance of the news of the Nanjing Rebellion?"

Zhu Ping'an was speechless for a while.

Cao Wuxian continued to say coldly: "Young Master, you have really changed, and you have become a little unrecognizable. Could it be that the lives of Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess and me are so cheap in your eyes that they can be sacrificed at any time? ”

Zhu Ping'an sighed, "This matter is not what you imagined, but for a while, I can't explain it to you!" ”

Cao Wuxian shook his head, "There is no need to explain anymore, from the moment you ruthlessly left me and the eldest princess, you and I are destined to never go back to the past." I also know that you have to do it as a last resort, but Your Highness's family is ruined, but it is all thanks to you, you owe her, and now, I will take it all back for her! ”

The long sword was slowly raised, and the tip of the sword was aimed at Zhu Ping'an on the horse.

Shen Ke and Wang Jinfa stood in front of Zhu Ping'an, and shouted at the same time, "Master Cao, no!" ”

The cold wind blew through the streets and alleys, and the murderous aura on Cao Wuxian's body suddenly became cold, "Don't force me to kill, from this moment on, I have no brothers in front of me, only life and death!" ”

After saying this, Cao Wuxian's right foot stepped lightly on the ground, and his body quietly rose into the air and went straight to Zhu Ping'an.

Shen Ke was shocked, his hands flipped over, and the strong bow had been pulled out like a full moon, and without thinking about it, the iron long arrow in his hand had already been shot out. Facing Cao Wuxian, Shen Ke didn't dare to slack off, between the undulations of his hands, the bowstring continued to sound softly, and a series of nine arrows flew out one after another. When the last arrow was fired, Shen Ke only felt that his arms were numb and sore, and he could no longer exert the slightest strength.

Nine arrows in a row, like a meteor chasing the moon, Cao Wuxian was in mid-air, the long arrows in his hand waved left and right, and the pruning branches were swept away one by one, which seemed effortless, but Shen Ke's heavy arrows made him feel pressure.

When the last two arrows came to his face, Cao Wuxian's right hand and arm holding the sword trembled slightly.

With a wave of his hand, a heavy arrow was split into two pieces, but the last arrow came with a faint sound of wind and thunder, and Cao Wuxian had no choice but to fall down, and the arrow grazed his face, bringing down a few strands of long hair, and leaving a bloody mark on his cheek.

After Cao Wuxian landed on the ground, he finally gasped for breath, and then raised his long sword and quickly killed Zhu Ping'an.

Shen Ke's arms drooped softly, but Wang Jinfa shouted hoarsely, "Stop Cao Ye, don't let him get close to Dashuai!" ”

More than 20 or so guards from thousands of households shouted and gathered around, but several of them pulled out iron rods from the baggage they were carrying, and instantly assembled iron spears more than nine feet long, and some of them unloaded iron round shields from their backs, a group of six, with a tacit understanding with each other, the sword and shield hands attacked closely, and the pikemen were restrained outside, and for a while, Cao Wuxian could not move forward.

"Stand down!" With Zhu Ping'an's angry shout, the guards of the left and right thousand households were stunned, but everyone's bodies retreated back in unison, covered by sword and shield hands, and covered by pikemen flanks, and there was no chaos between the steps.

Zhu Ping'an didn't know when he had dismounted, he took off the big sword on his body as he walked, pressed the spring of the saber on his waist with his right hand, and the steel knife came out in response, striding out from the gap between the thousands of guards on the left and right, Wang Jinfa and Shen Ke followed behind.

"Stand down!" Zhu Ping'an didn't look back, but Wang Jinfa and Shen Ke trembled and had to stop.

Zhu Ping'an unsheathed the knife and threw it to the ground. The death of Emperor Zhu Cihong of Yixing has formed an inextricable knot between him and Cao Wushu and the eldest princess Zhu Yujiao, and it is no longer clear who is right and who is wrong. Things have developed to this point, Zhu Ping'an didn't expect it, and he didn't have the slightest psychological preparation, in the face of Cao Wuxian, he only felt guilty and heartache in his heart.

In the distance, there was already the sound of soldiers and horses gathering, Lu Zhenfei's mansion was already lively, the door of the mansion was wide open, hundreds of family members flocked to it, and the general under Lu Zhenfei's command, Ge Ying, came to answer in person, but when he saw the scene in front of him, even he was stunned, but then saw Zhu Ping'an's gesture to stop his intervention, and he had to restrain the reins of the horse and ordered his subordinates to prepare with bows and arrows.

Seeing that the people in front of him were gathering more and more, Cao Wushu began to slowly retreat backwards, until he retreated to the side of the carriage.

The lanterns and torches reflected the long street as if it were day, but everyone held their breath, and looked at Zhu Ping'an and Cao Wuxian in the field without blinking.

"Counting, we haven't recruited in years, right?" Zhu Ping'an's fingers stroked the blade and looked at Cao Wuxian.

Cao Wuxian was a little confused for a while, as if time had regressed to the time in Nanyang. Yao Shaoqin held the wine jug in his hand, and watched the two of them practice leisurely, if the two of them were a little careless, or their subordinates were merciful, a stone would fly in.

Next to him, Mu Yuling helped the three of them sew and mend their clothes, and when they saw that the two of them were beaten by Yao Shaoqin's stones, they couldn't help but laugh again and again.

At that time, the time is long gone, but today when the two of them each hold their swords and face each other, what emerges in the hearts of the two of them is not the slightest sense of slaughter of life and death, but it is full of infinite nostalgia for the old days.

I don't know when it started, the fine snowflakes slowly fell, and in the distance, the sound of the night time chime suddenly sounded.

At that moment, the figures of the two activated at the same time.

What is surprising is that Cao Wuxian did not show his ghost-like body, the swords of the two collided together, and the sparks splashed with the flying snow, there were no subtle moves, the two people did not dodge or dodge, but fought with the sword in their hands.

After a lot of effort, there were several more wounds on each of the two of them, but the two of them were unaware, Zhu Ping'an slashed down, Cao Wuxian was separated by a sword, and the swords intersected in one place, not letting each other go.

"Your Highness is in the carriage, hand her over to Sister Yuling to take care of her!" Just when Zhu Ping'an pressed down with all his might, Cao Wuxian suddenly said such a sentence without a head.

Zhu Ping'an was stunned, and the moment he was distracted, Cao Wushu suddenly withdrew the long sword, the steel knife suddenly lost the power to block it, and the blade suddenly fell towards Cao Wuxian's face.

Cao Wuxian smiled slightly, and then closed his eyes. (To be continued......) R1292