"You ······" Seeing that the matter could not be resolved peacefully, Mo'er put on a posture and stared at the surroundings with a serious expression, and a soldier rushed up first, and was knocked to the ground by Mo'er's serial front kicks. Without waiting for them to attack first, they struck first, attacking at the soldiers who had gaps, and the movements were smooth, fast and accurate, and the strength was just right, just knocking them all to the ground, without hurting the vital point.

Those who fell first to the ground stood up with their spears and continued to rush forward, still being knocked to the ground until they all lay down and did not move.

There were still two soldiers left on the field, and Mo'er raised his foot and quickly kicked one of the soldiers in the front, attacking the chest and standing on the abdomen. The opponent was kicked backwards and bent into shrimp on the ground in pain.

The other shouted angrily and waved his fist over, and Mo'er dodged sensitively, kicking the opponent's waist hard, kicking the opponent out.

"I didn't expect that you are so good at martial arts for a woman, you can defeat more than a dozen soldiers in just a while, and now I will be your opponent, I don't use weapons, I will fight you with my bare hands, and see who is more advantageous." Vice General Yang said.

Mo'er didn't pay attention to him, put on a good posture, and watched his every move with all his attention, his movements were obviously faster than the soldiers just now, and he rushed to her at once, and was almost hit by his fist, the whole body armor was not easy to beat, so he could only hit his face, and a punch hit him in the face, and he snorted in pain.

The punch was impartial, it just hit the nose, and the two nosebleeds flowed out instantly, which looked very funny.

Mo'er showed a good-looking smile, and the soldiers around him wanted to laugh when they saw his funny face, but they didn't dare, and they endured it desperately.

"I can't spare you." In front of his subordinates, he was beaten by a woman until he had a nosebleed, and I am afraid it will become a joke in the future, which has damaged his self-esteem, and she actually laughed, and she was even more angry.

angrily swung his fist at Mo'er, but they were all flashed one by one, and he didn't knock down Mo'er, which made him even more annoyed, and he pulled out the saber on his waist in anger, and the cold light flashed, and he slashed at Mo'er,

"Didn't you just say you don't need weapons? The villain who doesn't keep his promises. Dodging a sword, Mo'er's eyes were full of anger, and he said with a smirk.

"What kind of credibility do you have to keep with an assassin?" He swung his sword again and forced Mo'er, but before he could fully dodge, the strap of the backpack was cut off, and the backpack and Mo'er's back were completely separated, and he fell lonely on the dirt.

Because of the sword, she was not easy to approach, and he was obviously much more interested in using the sword than with his bare hands.

Every time she brushes with the cold light, it makes her heart tighten, and the wind behind the sword rubs against her face, not blowing off the fine sweat, but making her break out in a cold sweat, plus the running and the fight of more than a dozen people just now, her physical strength has obviously decreased a lot, and if she continues like this, she will definitely not be able to escape.

The arm was slashed with a sword, Mo'er snorted in pain, gritted her teeth, and blood kept gushing out of the wound, even if she stroked the wound on her arm with her hand, the blood still kept flowing out of her fingers.

With a flick of his strength, he raised his sword high, and Mo Er quickly picked up the spear next to him to block the blade, and then swung the broken spear on the opponent's sword, shocking the opponent backwards.

"I'm not a bully either." The blood on his arm dripped into the mud, the dazzling bright red, the beads of sweat on his forehead were a lot denser, and he picked up a spear in his hand again, and there was a trace of killing intent in his eyes.

Not far away came the sound of hurried horses' hooves, dust flying, and a team of horses from far to near.

"It's the prince's, the prince is back." A soldier called.

Mo Er raised his eyes and saw a group of people galloping towards this side on horseback, and there were two men led by them, looking gorgeously dressed, they must be the princes of the soldiers' mouths.

Taking advantage of Vice General Yang's distraction, he immediately left the dangerous range, and there were still soldiers around him, and there was no way to clash out.

The horse team soon came to her, and the soldiers who surrounded her knelt down and shouted in unison: "My subordinates (lowly duties) meet the prince, the fourth prince." ”

Mo'er looked at the people on horseback, and found that these two people were about twenty years old, and their handsome faces were all magnificent, a talent, a handsome guy, and Mo'er only thought of these two words.

The two on horseback looked at the woman in front of them suspiciously, their faces wrinkled by injury and pain, they were a little pale and transparent in the sun, they bit their lips tightly, and they held spears in their hands, and stood firmly.

What surprised them the most was that dress, the strange costume, a woman's family was dressed so revealingly, it was really unethical.

"What's going on?"

"Fourth prince, this woman is an assassin, she has just broken into the scene, and her subordinates are about to be arrested and interrogated."

Mo'er sneered: "Where did you see that I am an assassin, they all say that it is just an ordinary person passing by, it is you who come to arrest people indiscriminately, and there is no royal law." ”

"Can an ordinary person knock down a dozen soldiers, can he have such good skills, can he easily approach the paddock without being discovered?"

Mo'er didn't know how to respond to what he said, how did she appear here, I want to know.

The two princes watched all this with great interest, the corners of their mouths rose slightly, and the strange woman in front of them aroused their curiosity, jumped off the horse, and strode towards her.

A man dressed as a general jumped down from the horse team, rushed to Mo'er's side, and shouted angrily: "Bold, don't kneel down when you see the prince and the fourth prince." ”

As soon as he drank it, Mo'er came back to her senses, looking at the angry general with disdain in her eyes, laughing, the stubbornness in her bones was screaming, no matter how noble her identity was, she was just a person to her, she was also a human being, and she was still a person in the twenty-first century, why should she kneel to others.

Her disdainful attitude angered the general even more, and she raised her foot to her knee in anger, and the time when the two princes appeared just allowed her to take a breath, although her physical strength had not yet recovered, she still had the strength to dodge this kick.

The corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the direction of the prince, and instantly folded the spearhead, the prince who dismounted first, had a delicate face, and his whole body exuded a gentle and elegant temperament.

Mo'er didn't think about anything, there was only one thought in his mind, to capture the thief and capture the king first, not to mention, the surrounding soldiers were scattered to make a gap, just to make way for the two princes, and it was also convenient to start.

"Prince, be careful." I don't know who shouted.

The prince did not dodge or hide, smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and looked at the woman who rushed towards him with a calm expression.

Mo'er only cared about holding the prince hostage, and didn't care about the surroundings, she was kicked in the abdomen, and she was also hit by a knife in the neck, and the spearhead in her hand fell in response, and she knelt on the ground in pain, covering her abdomen with her hands, her face was even whiter because of the new pain, and beads of sweat dripped down her cheeks and fell to the ground, mixed with the blood dripping on the ground.

It's really careless, someone approached, but she didn't notice it at all, and the pain in her body began to make her a little dizzy.

"Who are you?" This voice is so familiar.

Speech style

Mo'er couldn't help but look up, a ray of sunlight just shone on the prince's head, piercing her eyes couldn't be completely opened, and she couldn't see his face clearly, and then, as soon as her eyes went black, she didn't know anything.