Yu Jingning broke his finger bones, rattled a few times, and his chest still hurt a little, but it turned into a dull pain.

There are only two entrances to this courtyard, and their group of people stay in the backyard, and they can see Zhao Siliu who is going to Bian Zhang's house with sharp eyes.

Yu Jingning frowned, and ordered left and right: "Just follow him in." ”

The surrounding brocade guards were ordered to scatter in all directions, looking like they were all going in different directions, but in fact, the goal was the same.

Zhao Siliu walked to Bian Zhang's door, knocked on Bian Zhang's door like a brocade guard pretending to be a private soldier, and called, "Master, it's me." He also carried a knife around his waist, and he was born in the shape of a crane and mantis, and at first glance he was a practitioner.

Bian Zhang heard a familiar voice, so he relieved himself and asked, "Is there anyone around you?" ”

Zhao Siliu looked around without a trace, but he didn't see a shadow, so he replied truthfully: "No." ”

Zhao Siliu finally opened the latch and shouted, "Come in." ”

Zhao Siliu took a step, and three or four people jumped down from the eaves, and a knife led by him almost reached in front of Bian Zhang.

Bian Zhang screamed in fright, and called out Zhao Siliu's name in a squeaky voice: "Siliu save me!" ”

Zhao Siliu suddenly pulled out the knife, "choked" and collided with the knife, and raised his eyebrows: "I didn't expect to see the prince here, I will be lucky." ”

"It's not necessary to be lucky." Yu Jingning blocked this group of people for a long time, and finally found it, so naturally he was not angry, and he did not respond to Zhao Siliu's answer very unceremoniously, and drew his knife and left.

There was another ping-pong fight in the courtyard.

Bian Zhang encountered Yu Jingning again, but the blade was still so close, so the desire to survive quickly prevailed, and he yelled desperately at Zhao Siliu: "Don't entangle with him!" Take me first! ”

The disheveled beauty fell to the ground and cried and screamed, but no one cared about her, she wanted to stand up and run out by herself, but she never wanted to stand in front of Zhao Siliu, and was slashed to death by Zhao Siliu, who came from behind with a knife, and the blood collapsed almost three feet high. Bian Zhang didn't have any pity on his face, just urging Zhao Siliu to leave quickly.

Bian Zhang told Zhao Siliu that if there was anything to stop them from escaping, it didn't matter who it was, they would kill them first.

Zhao Siliu had an order to barely carry the fat man, if he raised his leg to kick Yu Jingning, he would definitely fall if he was unstable, so he could only swing his knife and slash at Yu Jingning.

Outside the courtyard, several private soldiers desperately shook off the brocade guards who were fighting with them, and ran towards the house to give Zhao Siliu some help.

Yu Jingning grabbed the collar of a private soldier who rushed in with one hand, and threw the person forward, the guy staggered two steps, and was about to fall to the ground, Yu Jingning kicked on the person's back, and the whole person jumped up seven or eight feet at once, and condescendingly slashed at Zhao Siliu, who was carrying Bian Zhang on his shoulder.

Zhao Siliu listened to Bian Zhang's pig-like sound, and saw that it was not good, so he quickly turned Zhao Siliu, a fat pig, to the side, although this guy is very fat, but his body is really not high, and the whole person is like a large ball. He changed the big ball from his left shoulder to his right shoulder, barely allowing Bian Zhang to avoid Yu Jingning's knife, but Bian Zhang rolled to his right shoulder, and the hand holding the knife couldn't swing the knife, and before he could change the knife to the other hand, Yu Jingning's knife fell.

Yu Jingning didn't put away the knife at all, he expected that Zhao Siliu would definitely protect his master first, so the knife went straight down and cut off Zhao Siliu's arm at once.

Before Zhao Siliu could feel the pain, his left arm fell to the ground, and Yu Jingning instantly turned sideways to avoid the blood spurting from his body.

Zhao Siliu only had one arm left, and he couldn't protect Bian Zhang at all, and he was about to fall when he saw someone. Bian Zhang yelled at Zhao Siliu's body, asking the people next to him to catch him, and several people around him were about to lean on these two people.

Yu Jingning didn't blink his eyes, and stabbed Zhao Siliu in the back of the heart.

Between the lightning and flint, a private soldier rushed forward, hugged Bian Zhang, rolled on the ground several times, and escaped from the bloody knife in Yu Jingning's hand.

Yu Jingning's hands were stained with a lot of blood, and the handle of the knife was slippery in his hand, and he was almost unable to hold it.

The two private soldiers took advantage of this opportunity to lift Bian Zhang and was about to flee out of the house, but two or three people opened the way in front of them, and they really crashed out.

Yu Jingning tore off a piece from the hem of his robe with a "zurha", wrapped it around his hand, and chased him out in two steps.

The two private soldiers jumped out and wanted to stop Yu Jingning, but Yu Jingning wrapped his hands, and it was not so easy to slip away. He slashed the side knife, and before the two private soldiers could react, the thin blade opened their necks, and blood spurted out, splashing Yu Jingning's face.

He saw that the first few people in front of him pulled the reins, pushed Bian Zhang onto the horse and was about to run.

The rest of the men were also running and retreating, and a few private soldiers were about to jump off their horses after pulling the reins. Yu Jingning seized the opportunity, caught up with the horse that was just about to raise his hooves in two steps, and kicked on the stirrups. The private soldier who got on the horse was frightened, and hurriedly kicked Yu Jingning, who was pulling the reins with one hand and kicking the stirrup with the other.

The horse was still running, and the privates were holding the reins in both hands, almost unable to hold the horse's direction.

Yu Jingning grabbed the reins with his left hand, and stabbed down with his right hand, stabbing three times in a row. The man couldn't grasp the reins, fell off the horse, rolled on the ground, his head was trampled by the horse's hooves, and the rotten watermelon was generally left behind by Yu Jingning and the horse.

The horse was still running, Yu Jingning was clinging to the horse's body, and it was very inconvenient for him to grab the reins with a knife in one hand, so he had to open his mouth and bite the reins. Such a fierce struggle, this horse is not a war horse with iron horses, it has long been shocked, under the strong bumps, Yu Jingning's hand was twisted out of school by the reins, and a mouthful of teeth was almost thrown off. He tried to stabilize his body, lifted one leg and stepped onto the horse's back, and finally reached the reins with the other hand. Yu Jingning loosened his teeth, pulled himself up from the horse, grabbed the reins with both hands and dragged him - the horse neighed under his crotch, and finally found the direction and ran forward.

The people with Bian Zhang were still running forward, it seemed that they were going in the direction of the city gate, Yu Jingning didn't have a horsewhip, so he had to raise his hand and slap the horse hard, and the frightened horse hadn't slowed down yet, and rushed forward like crazy, and the distance between the two sides was much closer in a short time.

Yu Jingning felt that his eyes were a little dark at this moment, he shook his head, and his eyes became clear again, so he didn't care, and slapped his horse forward.

At this moment, a group of people suddenly rushed out of the oblique thorn, and Yu Jingning thought that the brocade guards scattered in the city came to support. Unexpectedly, suddenly the leader shouted at him: "Brother Ning! ”