The other party came with masters, although Lao Qin and the four secret guards were strong, but there were many people on the other side, and it was difficult to solve the fight.

On Huangfu Jingchen's side, six people formed a small circle.

The other party is bound to win this time, and the position they have chosen is very tricky, whether it is to force the carriage to stop with arrows before, or to trap them here now.

This area is already a street corner, and there are few pedestrians, even if there is, in the face of the sword light and sword shadow here, I dare not step forward.

A cold wind blew, and a gust of bloody air carried away with the wind.

The battle here was already very fierce, Huangfu Jingchen and several people were all colored, and Lao Qin was also stabbed with a sword on his back, although he was not hit, but the stab was deep, and the blood did not stop.

The other party is even more miserable, and several corpses have already been left behind.

There were few people on the side of King Cheng's Mansion, and there were archers on the other side who were releasing cold arrows, but those archers' martial arts skills were too low, and they were often taken by the secret guards or Lao Qin to grab an arrow and throw it back, and after screaming from the rooftop and street corners, no arrows were shot, obviously their accuracy was much more accurate.

However, even if several archers were killed, the situation on their side was not optimistic.

Emperor Fu Jingchen's brocade clothes were already stained with a large amount of blood, although these were the blood of those killers.

On Lao Qin and the secret guards, there were even more, and they were more or less injured.

At this time, there were more than 30 people on the other side, and there were more than a dozen people, and the weak archers had been eliminated, but these dozen people all had the level of first-class masters.

The whole street corner is like a Shura hell, the blood on the ground has accumulated into a river, stepping on it, slimy, and there is a disgusting bloody smell in the night wind.

But at this time, at the time of life and death, no one will pay attention to these small details.

Uncle Qin paid attention to Huangfu Jingchen while fighting, the previous assassination had already been internally digested in the palace, and the killer did not get close to Huangfu Jingchen, of course, let alone being besieged by a group of people like now.

When Huangfu Jingchen was in Yunzhou, Uncle Qin was half of his master, after all, Uncle Qin also taught him martial arts. It's just that at that time, Uncle Qin knew very well about Huangfu Jingchen's skills.

First, he was worried that Huangfu Jingchen would be injured due to his lack of skill, and secondly, he was also afraid that such a cruel scene would make Huangfu Jingchen unbearable.

After all, all this is too bloody, too cruel, too tragic.

But he found that Huangfu Jingchen's eyes were calm, his eyes were sharp, his shots were quick and calm, without any showmanship, every move must be the most useful move, and every action must be the most effective response.

The phenomenon that he thought he would be frightened did not happen, and he thought that the son of the world, who had never killed anyone, would not be suitable for such bloodshed, and now it seems that he was overly worried.

Moreover, Shizi's skills are obviously better than he expected, he was originally distracted and wanted to take care of it, but now he finds that there is no need for this, because several times it was Huangfu Jingchen who was taking care of him and blocking other people's killing moves for him.

The prince has been in the rivers and lakes for more than a year, and the growth rate is really amazing, so it's okay, the prince and the princess don't have to worry, the prince won't be able to cope with such a scene.

Such a well-integrated move, such a quick and accurate judgment, and such a calm response, not only is not worse than them, but also stronger than them!

However, all this is just that Lao Qin is a little relieved, there are too many killers on the other side, there are too few of them, although the prince is strong in martial arts, they are not weak hands, but two fists are difficult to beat four hands!

They had tried to protect Huangfu Jingchen several times and rushed out, but the other party chased and intercepted them, blocking several roads.

Especially the one in charge of the blockade, there are even super-first-class masters, such skills, put in the rivers and lakes, that is the existence of gangs.

This shows the strength and heritage of the other party.

It would be nice if you could go to the palace, there are their arrangements and arrangements in the palace, but there is still some distance from the Chengwang Mansion here, can you only be trapped here?

After seeing that super-first-class master make a move, Lao Qin's heart sank a little, he himself was only a first-class high-level, and those four secret guards were only first-class junior and middle-level, even if the other party was a super-first-class beginner, looking at the difference between him and him was only a first-order, in fact, the higher he went, the bigger the gap.

The other party dispatched more than 30 people, although most of them were second-rate middle and high-level talents, but there were seven or eight first-class junior high school and high-level players, and these numbers alone were far crushing them.

Uncle Qin's several shocks ended in failure, although they left a corpse, but they all had their own injuries, and they couldn't withstand the impact a few more times.

Now there are only eight or nine people on the other side still standing, however, there are more than twenty people who are at the bottom of them before, consuming a lot of energy of the six people here, among the four secret guards, one is seriously injured and can no longer do it, the other is injured in the leg and can only sit on the ground, and two have minor or serious injuries on their bodies, in the fierce battle, it is impossible to even bandage!

Uncle Qin also had injuries on his body.

His eyes are blood-red, he brought the son out alive, he has to bring it back alive, even if he doesn't want this life, he has to save the life of the son.

Those few secret guards of the Chengwang Mansion also thought so, just a few people, who were obviously crumbling, and in an instant, they burst out with unimaginable explosive power, and they even took the initiative to rush to the opposite side. The knife in the hand of the one sitting on the ground also danced loudly, even if the one lying on the ground was seriously injured and unable to move, his eyes still exuded a devouring murderous aura, as if he wanted to rush over and take a bite.

The super-first-class master who led the team was secretly shocked in his heart, but he was even more disdainful. It's already like this, and you still want to escape? Dream!

Lao Qin didn't want to rush directly to that super-first-class master, because he knew that the remaining two secret guards, no matter who met this person, would die if they couldn't support three or five moves. If he can entangle this person, those two secret guards can protect the son of the world to escape!

Just when Lao Qin was about to engage with that super-first-class master, a blood-colored figure suddenly swept from the oblique stab, and a sword with white light stabbed with a streamer.

Energetic, tricky angles, and quick shots.

Lao Qin was slightly stunned, the blood-colored figure turned out to be Huangfu Jingchen.

He was originally wearing a moon-white brocade robe, but after this successive battle, the moon-white has been dyed red.

Lao Qin was not worried about this, but about the sword.

The level of that sword surprised him, even if it was a first-class high-level master, he might not be able to make this sword, could the world's skills have reached the super-first-class?

The super-first-class master originally looked at this scene with a slight sneer, he didn't make much of a move, because he felt that the people he brought over were enough, and he looked at them condescendingly with a downward gaze, as if looking at a group of dying and struggling mice.