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The cloth-clothed man looked angrily at the people of the warrior camp who came to the attack, drank in a deep voice, pushed away the two Shu Ye behind him with one palm, and picked up a fine iron long knife on the ground, slashing angrily in the air, desperately blocking the warrior who attacked in front of him.

The blade roared and vibrated in the void, like ripples of water, as fast as it could be.

Before the warrior who rushed in front of the cloth-clothed man could clear his sword momentum, he had already been cut off and died, and fell in front of the gate of Zhufu.

Terrifying killing intent surged out from the cloth-clothed man's body, causing the wind and snow to rush and the sky and the earth to be cold.

Zhu Heng couldn't help but be very surprised when he saw the warriors of the warrior battalion who rushed forward, falling in front of the cloth-clothed man in pieces, his sword was broken, countless casualties were killed, and his pupils shrank.

"This ...... This is the strength of the fifth order of a warrior!"

He tried his best to stare at the long iron knife that was slamming vertically and horizontally in the blood rain, and his heart was extremely shocked.

The cloth man's sword skills are endless, like thunder, every knife, every style has the power of a landslide, and it is by no means like the power that the fourth order of the warrior can show; moreover, among the warriors who attacked the man in cloth, there are also one or two warrior fourth-order warriors, but when they suddenly encounter the blade of the man in cloth, they can't resist a bit.

This is enough to show that the man in cloth does have the strength of a warrior of the fifth order.

A monstrous wave surged in Zhu Heng's heart, and he finally understood why the other party would ignore his threat and say the words of fearless warrior battalion.

All because the other party has the strength of the fifth order of warriors, and can carry all the damage caused by these warrior battalion warriors he brought.

The fifth order of the warrior is the 'enlightenment' stage, which is fundamentally different from the first to fourth orders of the warrior.

It is not the polishing and refining of the body, but the perception and comprehension of strength, the perception of the position of the acupoints, the comprehension of the mysteries of the acupoints, and then the integration of the body's strength and the acupoints, to the peak of the use of power.

At this stage, it is a person's perception of strength and body structure, which not only requires hard cultivation, but also requires talent beyond ordinary people.

If a person doesn't have any cultivation talent, it is impossible for him to perceive the position of the acupoint and break through to the fifth order of a warrior. It was like a dividing line, separating all cultivators who had stepped into the martial arts with diligence and hard work, leaving only those with good talents.

Compared with the fourth order of warriors, the fifth order of warriors is no longer a simple increase in strength, but also an increase in speed and strength refinement.

A warrior fifth-order martial artist, with the same strength, can easily defeat a warrior fourth-order opponent.

The cloth-clothed man waved his sword with one hand, independent of the gate of the Zhu Mansion, relying on the terrifying strength of the fifth order of the warriors, and with Ling Ran's fearless momentum, he stubbornly repelled the attack of nearly a hundred warrior battalion warriors.

Even though the warriors in the warrior battalion are all ruthless, they are still a little frightened under the crushing of such ruthless sword skills and strength.

Seeing that he couldn't attack for a long time, he lost his courage and couldn't help but gradually rout backwards.

Zhu Heng looked at the gradually routed warrior battalion, his heart was furious, he roared wildly, and couldn't help but send everyone back, revealing the crossbowmen who had long been waiting on the long street.

"Bow and arrow ready. He raised his hand in the air and shouted.

With his order, on the snow of the long street, more than a dozen crossbowmen instantly half-squatted on the ground, holding their bows like a full moon, and the cold and sharp iron arrows flew into the air, pointing directly at the gate of Zhufu.

"Shoot arrows and kill everyone who stands in front of the door. Zhu Heng's eyes were fierce, and he roared mercilessly.

In order to avenge Zhu Rong, he has abandoned the guards of the entire Zhu Mansion, as long as anyone dares to stop him from killing Shu Ye, he must die.

He looked at the cloth-clothed man mockingly, and sneered in his heart: "What about the fifth rank of the warrior, you can block the attack of the warriors around me, I don't believe that at such a close distance, you can still block the rain of arrows that come in an instant." ”

Zhu Heng laughed, and roared hideously: "Shoot them, shoot them, shoot them." ”

The cloth-clothed man watched Ling Li's arrow feathers rushing into the sky, and couldn't help but turn around and shouted at Shu Ye: "Come in quickly, hide in the mansion." ”

He forcefully pushed the confused Shu Ye into the house, and was about to turn around and close the door, when a fierce scream was already ringing in his ears.

There was no time to retreat, and the man in the cloth could keep his face calm, and he could only face the arrows that shot at him.

He swirled his long knife into the void, cut off the iron arrows that shot at the vital point, and swept back in the air, trying to avoid another wave of arrows that followed, but unexpectedly, the Zhu family guards who fled into the mansion blocked his way, and with a negligence, he was hit by several arrows in his thighs and shoulders in an instant.

His body was in pain, he was unable to move, and his body instantly fell from the void and fell in front of the gate of Zhu's mansion.

Zhu Heng saw that the man in cloth was hit by an arrow, his heart was extremely excited, he roared angrily, and was about to order the archer to release the arrow again and completely kill this person.

Not far behind him, several figures suddenly flashed like lightning, and they came in an instant.

"Zhu Heng, do you want to completely make an enemy of my Ming Pavilion?" An old voice was like a huge thunderbolt, resounding throughout the long street.

Then, a silver light pierced the sky, with Ling Li's killing intent, and struck down to the sky, but in an instant, it stabbed Zhu Heng's chest.

Zhu Heng was terrified in his heart, staring at his eyes, and felt the shadow of death rushing in an instant.

Knowing that he was powerless to resist, he fell backwards and fell straight to the ground, quickly rolling to the side, and fled into the warrior battalion warriors who had retreated from the steps.

A series of screams continued to come out as he fled in embarrassment.

When he stood up among the many warriors in the warrior camp and looked back, he found that all the archers on the long street had fallen.

Bright blood soaked the snow red, longbows broke, iron arrows scattered, and a dozen samurai fell in confusion on the long street, their hands covering their throats vigorously, dead and blinding.

Where the archers were originally standing, there were four people standing quietly at this moment, a lean old man, and three men in cloth clothes with silent expressions.

The old man was holding a narrow sword, the tip of the sword was dripping blood, and he was staring at him with angry eyes, and the cold killing intent on his body was scattered violently, making people's hearts shattered.

When Zhu Heng saw the old man's face, he felt a chill in his heart, and under fear, he instantly took a few steps back.

He hid behind two cronies and warriors, and said in a deep voice to the old man: "I didn't expect the shopkeeper Mo to come in person, Zhu didn't intend to offend the Ming Pavilion, but one of your subordinates in the pavilion had to protect the murderer of my son desperately, so he had to ...... it."

"Your son's murderer?" shopkeeper Mo looked grim.

He stared at the head in Zhu Heng's arms, and was puzzled in his heart, and without waiting for everyone to react, he quickly stepped over the stone steps, and helped up the cloth-clothed man who was hit by the arrow and asked, "Ah Hu, what's going on, why did you suddenly have such a big conflict with Zhu City Lord?"

If it weren't for the fact that the movement of the Zhu Mansion was too big, Xiao Er, who was probed by the Ming Pavilion, discovered that the shopkeeper Mo would not know that it was his Ming Pavilion that had a conflict with the Zhu Mansion.

"Old man Mo......" When the cloth-clothed man saw the old man, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and replied with a pale face, "The one who killed Zhu Rong was the son you asked me to protect, I saw that his life was in danger, and I had to come to the rescue, but the situation was too critical at that time, and I didn't have time to inform the others in the pavilion." ”

He stared at the mansion and motioned to the old man to pay attention: "Fortunately, Mo Lao came in time, otherwise we would ......"

"Yes...... That son?" Shopkeeper Mo's heart shook, and with his gaze, he hurriedly looked inside the gate of the Zhu Mansion, and sure enough, he saw Shu Ye covered in blood, and said in shock, "How could the son be ......?"

"Mo Lao, don't ask. Shu Ye's consciousness was already a little hazy, so he didn't say much, he desperately spit out a mouthful of blood, and said solemnly, "Please take me and my sister out of here, I don't think it will last long." ”

He leaned on Shu Xueyi, trembling all over.

The pain of tears in his internal organs kept coming out, making it unbearable for Shu Ye, and the red blood pressed down his throat and gushed up, and he didn't know how long he could last.

Even though his self-healing ability is several times stronger than that of ordinary people, under such a serious injury, it will not play any role at all for a while.

Mo Lao looked at Shu Ye's gradually dilating pupils, and in addition to being shocked, he already understood what he should do.

Shu Ye is the only person in the entire Great Chu Empire who knows the arithmetic of the stars, and he is the most important guest of his Ming Pavilion, no matter what forces he offends or who he kills, he must do his best to protect Shu Ye's safety.

This is the duty of him and the entire Ming Pavilion, everyone.

"City Lord Zhu, I hope you will let this son go, my Ming Pavilion will be grateful. Shopkeeper Mo's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice, "As for Zhu Gongzi's death, I deeply regret it, if the city lord is willing, my pavilion is willing to pay 20,000 gold coins to compensate." ”

Twenty thousand gold coins was the largest financial resource that Ming Pavilion could come up with in the entire Elite City realm, which was already a huge wealth for the city lord of a small city.

In order to comfort the night, Shopkeeper Mo has made the biggest concession he can do.

"The person who let you Mingge go, as for the little beast who killed my son, no one wants to take it away. Zhu Heng drank fiercely and replied with a sneer, "Twenty thousand gold coins, can you bring my son back to life?"

Seeing that Zhu Heng refused without hesitation, Shopkeeper Mo sighed in his heart, and stopped talking nonsense with him, and said sharply: "This is your best choice, you had better think about it seriously." ”

He looked at Zhu Heng coldly, and there was no longer the previous politeness and compromise, "This son is not someone you can mess with." ”

"Really?" Zhu Heng gritted his teeth, and the ruthless color instantly appeared on his face, "Then there is nothing to say." ”

"You're looking for death. Shopkeeper Mo stared at Zhu Heng with the tip of his sword, "If you think you can be the enemy of my Ming Pavilion, you can try, I promise to let you Zhu family chicken dog not stay." ”

He glanced at the crowd in the audience, declared Ming Ge's insistence, ignored Zhu Heng, summoned the three subordinates, and protected the cloth-clothed man and Shu Ye, stepping down the stone steps step by step as if no one was around.

"You ......"

Zhu Heng didn't expect that Shopkeeper Mo would openly treat his Zhu family as nothing for the sake of a humble young man, and he was extremely angry in his heart.

"Okay, very good...... "His face was hideous, his whole body showed madness, and he looked up to the sky and roared angrily, "What about Mingge, I want you to understand that in Black Iron City, only what my Zhu family says." ”

In an instant, his eyes turned blood-red.

Everyone was shocked, only to see Zhu Heng stretch out his palm and quickly take out a short arrow from his sleeve.

He clasped the ringing arrow in his hand, raised his air and pointed to the sky, and shouted madly at everyone in the Ming Pavilion: "Leave this little beast, or I will let you all die in this black iron city." ”

Shopkeeper Mo suddenly looked back, and when he saw the ringing arrow in his hand, his pupils shrank, and his face changed drastically.