Jia Rong snorted coldly, and killed the oncoming man in black, crisscrossing the battlefield for many years, Jia Rong naturally contained a sense of arrogance, this is a kind of dignity that belongs to the victor, a little thief, which makes Jia Rong feel a huge shame.

"Kill!" Containing twelve points of strength, this sword is enough to open the mountain and crack the stone, and cut it into two pieces in the stunned gaze of the masked man, blood flowed all over the ground, and the violent scene made the elite masked man attack slightly, killing countless people, such a scene is the first time to see, it turns out that people can also have such a way to die, many masked people look at Jia Rong with no longer so eager, and fight with such a person, without a fight and cold.

The dense masked people around gave this gratifying man a lot of courage, and thinking of the benefits of killing the person in front of him, he rushed towards Jia Rong with a shout.

The leader of the masked men seemed to be very dissatisfied with the situation, handed over the command to his deputy, and picked up a ring-headed knife and came towards Jia Rong.

Jia Rong is very familiar with this kind of momentum, and Zhang Liao, Jiang Yu and other fierce generals have it.

Set up the Qingyu sword, Jia Rong put on a jiashi, empty-handed into the white blade, foot combat, there are few opponents in the Xiliang army, and he can't clean up a thief, for fear of being laughed at.

"Ding", the swords intersect, splashing sparks.

Jia Rong took a closer look at the Qingyu Sword in his hand, and secretly said that it was a good sword, but looking at the masked leader, the battle knife in his hand actually revealed a crack under the huge force.

To the enemy, Jia Rong will never be soft, and with a shake of the Qingyu sword, he bullied himself.

After the five combinations, the ring-headed knife in the hand of the masked leader could no longer be called a knife, and the tip of the knife flew to nowhere in the violent impact, and the place touched by the Qingyu Sword looked like a jagged tooth, which looked shocking.

Taking the weapon from the masked man, the leader relentlessly struck again.

The other party was outnumbered, Jia Rong also wanted to fight quickly, the military body fist combined with the Qingyu sword in his hand, and the leader fell to the ground in three moves, with a roar, he began to run away with the lone wolf soldier and Wang Yue Zhao Yun, and the dense masked people around him became the biggest obstacle to escape.

The masked man's attack was very fierce, regardless of life and death, rushing towards Jia Rong, stepping on the corpse of his companion, Zhao Yun followed Jia Rong's side closely, Wang Yue, Liu Si and the others had long been overwhelmed by the sea of masked people.

Zhao Yun snorted, exerted twelve points of strength, and led Jia Rong to rush all the way, opening a gap in the dense masked people and rushing out.

Jia Rong, who was bent on fleeing for his life, was not something that these assassins could chase, but in half an hour, the masked man had been thrown away without a trace, on the other hand, only Zhao Yun was left alone, and the rest of the people were drowned in the sea of people under the powerful attack of the masked man, and their life and death were unknown.

"My lord, the assassins won't be catching up anytime soon." Zhao Yun said with a slightly flushed face.

Jia Rong nodded, taking a breath, he didn't expect that he would have such an embarrassed side when he got to the point where he was now.

"Find something to eat first, and then continue on your way, as long as you return to Chang'an, you'll be fine."

Jia Rong briefly bandaged the injuries on his legs and hands.

"My lord." Zhao Yun saw that Jia Rong was injured, and shouted loudly.

Jia Rong waved his hand and said, "It's just some minor injuries, not enough to worry about." ”

Zhao Yun guarded Jia Rong's left and right with vague teary eyes, and he felt very guilty for injuring the lord as the leader of the blood guard.

The slight injuries on his body did not affect Jia Rong's actions, showing Zhao Yun how to survive in the wild, starting from scratch, Jia Rong only spent an hour, and then sat on the grass and leisurely ate the tender grilled fish, Jia Rong felt extremely comfortable.

Zhao Yun also woke up from the surprise, and asked that the lone wolf soldiers' combat and assassination abilities were all trained by Jia Rong, and sure enough, Zhao Yun thought that he could go to the lone wolf team to have a look after he went back.

Losing the war horse, the speed of the road suddenly slowed down a lot, to be honest, Jia Rong is very unsuitable for this kind of life, it is like a person who goes out all day and has a car to pick him up, and suddenly lets him go, this feeling can only be experienced by a Chinese person.

"Lord, there is a village ahead, just enough to go and borrow a night." Zhao Yun said excitedly,

"Don't call me my lord anymore, call me my son."

Zhao Yun understood and bowed his head to promise, anything could happen.

"You don't need so much etiquette for outsiders to see, and you can understand the strangeness with a little thought."

After briefly dealing with the blood stains on their bodies, Jia Rong and Zhao Yun walked into the village.

Zhao Yunchang is delicate, it is easy to make people have a good impression, this night, Jia Rong lived in the village, looking at the dilapidated houses, Jia Rong couldn't help but think of Lijia Village, where the houses are as dilapidated, but people feel warm to recall.

The night in the village was quiet, and Jia Rong put on a coat and walked out of the house, facing the breeze.

Suddenly, a little fire not far away attracted Jia Rong's attention.

The light of the fire was like a winding fire dragon, slowly coming in the direction of Jia Rong, occasionally mixed with noise.

Zhao Yun hurried to Jia Rong's side and said, "Lord, in the middle of the night, the person who came is not good, so it is better to leave." ”

Jia Rong couldn't help but be a little angry, in the realm of Jingzhou, the person who can mobilize so many liliang at one time is Liu Biao in addition to the great family in Jingzhou, and the only one who knows his identity is the Jiangdong Sun family, "Could it be that the Sun family and Liu Biao are united to put themselves to death?" Jia Rong's mind suddenly flashed such a thought.

"Let's go, let's hide to the side and take a look!" After a casual tidying up, the two hid not far from the village.

In the shadows, there were about a hundred soldiers armed with weapons, constantly interrogating the people in the village.

After killing two civilians in a row, a gray-haired old man glanced at his grandson behind him lovingly, and pointed to the place where Jia Rong lived before.

Hundreds of people swarmed up and surrounded the place where Jia Rong lived, and after a short search, the chief, apparently dissatisfied with the results, set fire to the house and pointed the knife at the villagers.

Watching the villagers fall in a pool of blood one by one, Jia Rong gritted his steel teeth, and his eyes were full of rage when he looked at the soldiers, and his hands were clenched with anger.

"Lord, the other party is overwhelming, so let's leave this place first."

Jia Rong was very depressed who had such great strength in Jingzhou, and he actually explored himself clearly, and he only walked more than ten miles, and more than 100 people appeared in front of the road again, dressed in the same clothes as the assassin Jia Rong first encountered, with a black cloth on his face, a sword in his hand, and a bow and arrow on his back.

"Lord, these people are very likely to be the dead soldiers of the family!" Zhao Yun said in a low voice.

Jia Rong said to the man in black: "Who asked you to kill me, do you dare to report your name?" ”

A man flashed out of the masked man, and said in a low voice, "What does it matter if people know about the dying man." ”

"Jingzhou Mu!"

"Do you know who I am?" Jia Rong asked, and he was not surprised that the other party reported Liu Biao.

"Haha, who in the world doesn't know the general?" After finishing speaking, the masked man behind him took off the bow and arrow behind his back and aimed it at Jia Rong and the others.

Jia Rong suddenly realized that only Liu Biao could have such strength in Jingzhou, but for Liu Biao's ability to find out information, Jia Rong felt a chill down his spine, and his whereabouts were well known, I am afraid that the lone wolf soldiers of Xianlian Pavilion were like this at night.

With a "clang", the Qingyu sword was unsheathed, Jia Rong held the sword in both hands, and took the lead in rushing to the masked man who spoke, capturing the thief and capturing the king first.

The masked leader sneered, dodged and hid in the middle of the masked man, and the arrows in the masked man's hands who were ready to attack also came towards Jia Rong.

"Ding Ding Ding" Jia Rong dodged the masked man's bow and arrow without danger, but because of the rolling, the already tattered clothes were even more miserable.

Seeing that the world-famous general was so embarrassed under his own attack, the masked leader let out a burst of cheerful daxiao, pulled out the sword at his waist and pointed it in the direction of Jia Rong, and there was another dense burst of arrows.

The strength of the masked man is not inferior to the infantry of the Xiliang Army headquarters, it is clear that they have undergone strict training, although the cooperation between each other is not as good as the Xiliang Army, but the individual combat ability is not to be underestimated, killing a masked man, and more masked people stepped forward, gradually, Jia Rong became a little weak, Zhao Yun had a spear in his hand, and these masked people in front of him were naturally not a problem, but thinking of Jia Rong's safety, he often looked sideways

"Snort", Jia Rong's leg was cut by a long sword, and blood was overflowing.

Gritting his teeth and backhanding a sword, in the stunned eyes of the masked man, the green sword beheaded him, and the blood stained the sky, and the masked people around him were also frightened by the bloody side and were slightly sluggish.

A long arrow shot in the direction of Jia Rong, hit him in the back of the heart, and fell to the ground.

The leader of the masked men handed the bow to the masked man beside him with satisfaction, and motioned for a masked man to step forward.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Yun shouted, the spear provoked a masked man, and shouted angrily, he would use that as a weapon and throw it at the masked man who rushed to kill, and wanted to rush to Jia Rong's side, but the masked man was like a monster without consciousness, one of his arms was cut off, and he still staggered forward.

Jia Rong spit out a mouthful of blood, felt his heart blocked, staggered up and continued to run forward, Zhao Yun saw this, and his tense heart let go a lot.

The masked leader looked at Jia Rong, who was still running with arrows, a subtle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and nodded at the soldiers beside him.

A sword slashed three people, Zhao Yun's long sword waved, and two masked people were killed, the spear had already been discarded aside, in this kind of narrow battlefield, holding a long sword was more lethal.

The masked man's offensive paused slightly, Zhao Yun looked left and right to find Jia Rong's figure, the battlefield was full of enemies, how could there be any trace of Jia Rong, roared angrily, and killed the leader of the masked man, the long sword flew, and the masked people around looked at Zhao Yun in fear.

The leader of the masked man is not an easy person, with a wave of his hand, the masked man who is already ready to go forward, and Zhao Yun's pressure increases sharply.

A masked man ran to the leader's side and muttered a few words softly, the leader shouted angrily, glanced at Zhao Yun in the field hatefully, beckoned the masked man to start retreating, Jia Rong disappeared, this is the news brought back by the masked man, the leader did not believe that Jia Rong would disappear out of thin air, Zhao Yun on the battlefield became more and more courageous, and from time to time rushed to his own direction, making the leader slightly chilled.