After a night of chaos, the sky finally brightened. Heavy clouds blocked the scorching sun, casting a shadow over the land. However, there was not a hint of wind in the fields, and the sultry weather was distracting.

Here, it is the western border of the Kingdom of Jin. A light carriage was galloping down the bumpy path, catching the car

Tan Yinghai pursed his lips tightly, the sweat on his face rolled down, but he didn't bother to wipe it, he just waved the leather whip in his hand vigorously and drove the carriage fast.

"Tan Yinghai, can't you drive the carriage slower?"

A soft, soft voice came from the carriage, and there was a hint of pain in it.

"Princess, I know you're having a hard time. But we can't slow down, if we get caught up by those guys, it's going to be hard to get out. ”

Tan Yinghai replied without replying, and the reins in his hand did not relax at all.

"In another day's journey, we will be about to enter the grassland, as long as we enter the place where the Mongolian tribes gather, forgive those guys and dare not catch up again."

There was silence in the carriage, and a soft sigh was faintly heard.

Tan Yinghai, who was driving the car, glanced back slightly, with a pity on his face, and finally turned his head resolutely. Looking ahead, Tan Yinghai's face suddenly changed, and he called out in a low voice: "Princess, be careful." ”

A slightly panicked voice came from inside the carriage: "Did they catch up?" ”

"It's supposed to be them, let's rush over."

Tan Yinghai replied in a deep voice, staring ahead without blinking.

A row of figures was messily arranged in front of them, and when they looked at it from a distance, they felt murderous.

When the carriage gradually approached, Tan Yinghai's eyes narrowed, and the appearance of the group of people gradually became clear.

"It's Jurchen Tartars, there are more than thirty of them, and a few of them are cavalry. It's already ahead of us. ”

Tan Yinghai's voice was full of nervousness, he controlled the reins with one hand, released the leather whip with the other, and picked up a long sword from the side.

The curtain opened slightly, and a pair of clear eyes flashed behind the curtain.

"There are too many of them, so I'm afraid I won't be able to rush through."

At this time, the carriage was gradually approaching the crowd, and several of the Jurchens had slowly walked out towards them, as if they were trying to block the galloping carriage.

Tan Yinghai's hand holding the sword tightened, and cold sweat oozed from his palm. The galloping carriage was by no means something that could be stopped by manpower, however, just as the carriage was about to make contact with the crowd, several Jurchens who greeted it raised their sharp blades one after another.

"Kill!"

Tan Yinghai roared wildly, and the long sword in his hand swung hard to both sides of the carriage. The feeling of the blade cutting through flesh and bones came clearly, and the stumps of broken arms flew in front of him. I can't count how many Jurchens have been cut down, Tan Yinghai's clothes have been soaked with sweat, and his arms are slightly sore. Two Jurchens climbed onto the saddle of the car just as he slowed down in swinging his sword.

With a loud bang, Tan Yinghai stood up from the saddle of the car, kicked the Jurchen on the left side away, and the hilt of the long sword in his right hand slammed into the face door of the other Jurchen, and immediately knocked this guy out of the car.

There was a pain in his right foot, and a short knife left a deep wound in his foot. Tan Yinghai grinned, the long sword flipped over, and a hideous human head flew out obliquely. With a shake of the reins in his left hand, the horse pulling the cart neighed, and the carriage finally rushed through the crowd, leaving the crowd far behind in a few moments.

Tan Yinghai cheered: "Princess, we rushed over." ”

As soon as the words fell, Tan Yinghai's gaze swept forward, and his smile suddenly froze on his face. The weather was still so hot, but Tan Yinghai, who had just gone through a fierce battle, felt a chill on his body.

Not far ahead, ten strong and powerful Jurchen soldiers were neatly arranged, all as tall as iron towers.

Although there were only ten enemies, Tan Yinghai took the reins and stopped the carriage.

"Princess, there are ten Jin soldiers in front, and in addition, there seems to be ......"

Tan Yinghai reported to the princess in the car in a low voice, while looking nervously ahead. A tall black figure appeared behind the ten strange people, slowly emerging from the crowd.

Tan Yinghai let out a groan: "A Jurchen cavalryman." ”

Covered in pure black armor, he sat on a tall horse that was also pure black. It was as if the man and the horse had come out of hell.

It took a lot of effort just now to break through the interception of more than 30 Jurchens. But now, there are ten Jin warriors, and a Jurchen cavalry who looks very powerful. In the case of bullying the few, this power is indeed terrifying. Tan Yinghai, who was driving the car, deeply understood this.

A faint sigh came from the carriage: "I saw it, Tan Yinghai, you run quickly." You run now, maybe they won't chase you. ”

Hearing the princess's words, Tan Yinghai gritted his teeth and straightened his chest: "Princess, don't say it, it's a fart in this situation." Fighting a bloody path is the right way. ”

There was no sound in the carriage, Tan Yinghai clenched the long sword in his hand, and said in a loud voice: "There is no choice now." Princess, you are ready, as soon as I rush out, you drive and run. ”

The black horse stepped forward, and the ten Jin soldiers followed with solemn expressions, and walked towards the carriage without hurrying. The enemy is clearly confident in his overwhelming superiority.

The air in the wilderness seemed to freeze, except for the dull sound of horses' hooves striking the ground. In Tan Yinghai's feelings, every blow seemed to hit his heart.

Tan Yinghai let out a beastly howl, jumped out of the carriage frantically, and rushed up against the slowly approaching Jurchen cavalry.

The dark armor makes it impossible to see the face of the Jurchen cavalry. However, when Tan Yinghai rushed close to the horse, the knight's head moved slightly. A long, thick, slightly curved chop. Horse. The sword Huo Ran appeared in the knight's hand and slashed at Tan Yinghai, who was rushing towards him.

The hair was forced out by the sharp wind of the blade and split to both sides, and Tan Yinghai only felt a suffocating force pressing down on his head. He quickly slumped, the sword in his hand swinging upwards with all his might.

"When ......"

With a deafening bang, the long sword in Tan Yinghai's hand turned into countless fragments and shot out in all directions, and the huge impact force shook him to fly upside down like a broken kite. The sound of "Peng" fell heavily on the ground a few feet away.

On the other side, a Jin soldier had already jumped on the saddle of the car and reached out to pull the curtain.

"Hiss......"

The curtain of the car was torn open, but the Jin soldiers who shot suddenly let out a ghostly howl, and their bodies fell off the saddle, and they fell to the ground motionless.

At the same time, Tan Yinghai only felt a strong force lifting his body, and with a flower in front of him, he was already sitting in the carriage safely. There were several equally tragic cries from the place where he had just fallen, and four more Jin soldiers fell to the ground.

Looking to the side in amazement, a young man stood proudly on the side of the carriage, a Jin soldier with one foot on the ground, and a big bow in his hand.

As if deeply surprised, the black horse under the crotch of the Jurchen cavalry stopped, and several surviving Jin soldiers stared at this uninvited guest with red eyes.

"I didn't expect that I could meet the Jurchen Tartars all the way to take refuge, it seems that you are too unlucky."

A clear and deafening voice sounded, and the man smiled coldly.

Tan Yinghai's eyes lit up. His long hair was casually draped over his shoulders. On his slender and straight body, a strong suit clearly shows his broad shoulders and narrow back, and his ape arms and bee waist.

The contours of his face as smooth and delicate as marble are as sharp as a knife, the bridge of his nose is high, and the corners of his mouth are filled with a hint of arrogant sneer. The most special thing is his eyes, sharp and calm, reminiscent of an eagle searching for prey. Carrying a quiver behind his back and holding a big bow in one hand, although this person did not move, it made people feel that he was full of sharpness and movement, like an arrow, an arrow off the string.

gasped, Tan Yinghai, who was driving the car, was intimidated by this person's momentum and was speechless.

The Jurchen cavalry on the opposite side also seemed to be slightly suffocated, but in an instant, the long knife was raised, and the black horse under the crotch immediately flew with four hooves and galloped towards this side.

With a sneer, I didn't see the man's movements, only felt his arms move. The Jurchen cavalry waved the long knife in his hand, but the black horse under his crotch stopped advancing, but retreated step by step.

A sharp wind struck, and a Jin warrior appeared to the man's right.

The man stretched out his right hand, and a long arrow in his hand was inserted into the open mouth of the Jin warrior, and with a pop, the Jin warrior was firmly nailed to the ground.

After a while, Tan Yinghai could see it clearly. The Jurchen cavalry swung their swords to block the grid, and it was a feathered arrow. The slender feathered arrows seemed to have great power, and each time they blocked, the black horses mounted by the Jurchen cavalry had to retreat a few steps. And after this period of effort, although the Jurchen cavalry blocked no less than ten feathered arrows, they were still hit by three.

A sharp scream came from the man's mouth, and the long knife in the hand of the Jurchen cavalry came out with a bang, and a feathered arrow was inserted into his face armor at the same time. With a "whoosh", the Jurchen cavalry's body trembled violently, blood suddenly appeared, and he fell under the horse.

The man put away the big bow, glanced at Tan Yinghai, who was stunned next to him, and smiled slightly: "It's over, are you okay?" ”

Coming back from his astonishment, Tan Yinghai shook his head in a daze. Suddenly, he seemed to be aware of it, and hurriedly shouted into the car: "Gong...... Yongqing, are you alright? ”

The woman's low voice came from inside the car: "It's okay,"

After a pause, the woman's voice raised a little: "Thank you, Mr. for coming to the rescue." ”

"Ahh Tan Yinghai shouted and saluted the man, "Mr. saved my life and Yongqing's lives, I forgot to thank you." What is your last name? ”

"My name is Jiang Yi." The man replied indifferently.

I only felt that the name "Jiang Yi" was very familiar, Tan Yinghai thought about it carefully, but he couldn't remember where he had heard this name. Hearing the other party's question, he looked hesitantly into the car.

"We met them on the road, and I don't understand how they could hunt us down, maybe it was just by chance."

"Is that so?" Hearing the answer of the woman in the car, Jiang Yi's eyes flickered, "The Jurchen cavalry and so many Jin soldiers have been dispatched. Was it really just a chance encounter? ”

There was silence in the carriage for a while, Jiang Yi glanced at Tan Yinghai, who was slightly uneasy next to him, and suddenly stretched out his hand and lifted the curtain.

In the exclamation, Jiang Yi's sharp gaze turned in the carriage and fell on the girl leaning on the soft seat.

A plain long skirt wrapped around the petite and thin body, and the pale brown hair was messily scattered on the pale face. Her eyes, which were slightly too large on her thin face, were even wider at this time. His eyes were as clear as water, and he looked at the person who lifted the curtain with a look of trepidation. It's just that the look on his face has an indescribable noble Tsinghua atmosphere. At a glance, this girl actually has a unique and touching style.

However, Jiang Yi's gaze only swept slightly, and then fixed on her left shoulder. The clothes in the area seemed to have been scratched, revealing a wound wrapped in a strip of cloth, and the wound was still oozing blood.