The guardrail of the balcony on the second floor was shattered, along with the two crossbowmen who had no time to dodge.

Zhou Jinru used the strength of the defenders to cause damage to the building, but did no damage to the guards, and as he landed, he threw out the short knife in his hand, plunged into the shoulder of one of the crossbowmen, and pounced on the other to knock down the other.

Entering the front hall of the palace, more than a dozen sturdy guards poured out on both sides of the marble cloister to outflank him, Zhou Jinru looked up at the chandelier hanging on the ceiling, struggled to climb the guardrail, jumped up, grabbed the chandelier with both hands, swayed forward, and fell to the ground before the guards who climbed up to the second floor raised their hands to shoot.

Rumble!

His knees slammed into the glass coffee table below, the furniture shattered, and he quickly got up and rushed to the front door.

At this moment, a guard armed with a giant axe was trotting in this direction, and immediately raised his heavy weapon, slashing his head and covering his face.

The moment before the giant axe of his hands fell, his eyes suddenly went black, he lost consciousness, and then suffered a heavy blow to the head.

The strong physique did not make the guard faint immediately, he grabbed the weapon, subconsciously counterattacked, and the exaggerated axe smashed into the marble staircase with a bang, shaking his hands and cracking, and the axe was deeply embedded in the staircase and could not be pulled out.

Zhou Jinru didn't have time to rub against this guy, and after seeing that the other party was not threatening, he took the road and quickly left the palace from the front hall.

As he walked out of the gate, the first thing he saw was a fountain frozen into ice, followed by a group of cavalrymen armed with sharp blades.

Zhou Jinru did not stop, and when he bypassed the frozen fountain, he met the cavalry at the front.

The other party carried a spear and stabbed him directly into the heart, but the inevitable blow was dodged sideways by Zhou Jinru with a subjective slow acceleration.

The two cavalrymen bypassed Zhou Jinru, and the remaining cavalry did not clash head-on, constantly running around him.

Whew.

Zhou Jinru gasped, sweat flowing from under the mask, the horse's legs kept shaking in front of him, and the blade swayed.

Suddenly, one of the horsemen who had run to the side raised his weapon high and slashed it down at his shoulder.

Zhou Jinru didn't dodge or dodge, he carried a knife with a rigid shield, his body pounced forward, and hit the horse, even the people and horses were stumbled by him, and his back was hit several times in a row, he grabbed the horseman's legs with both hands and dragged the other party off the horse.

Two spears pressed against Zhou Jinru's body, crashing into him, and when his back slipped in the snow for more than ten meters, Zhou Jinru struggled to get up, thinking that these regular soldiers were really not able to deal with conventional means.

As everyone knows, the cavalry was even more shocked in their hearts, they had never seen anyone who could stand up in front of the cavalry.

I can't tell this guy's race at all, if it's Lipoli, then hell, when did Liboli have such a strong physique?

There was a consensus among the cavalrymen that this guy was not human at all!

Facing the rising sun, the cavalry lined up and raised their spears, ready to start a new round of onslaught.

It was an honor for an infantry to need the cavalry to be so prepared, but now the situation was reversed, and the cavalry thought that they might not be able to deal with this man, who was neither injured nor showed signs of exhaustion, and without support, the scene would not have ended.

Zhou Jinru didn't know what these people were thinking, he took out a whistle from his pocket, puffed out his cheeks, blew hard, and the piercing sound wave was transmitted into the distance, only to see a fiery figure rushing out of the corner of the palace, rushing from the side, without stopping for a moment.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Sylvia leaving, Zhou Jinru crushed the whistle hard, under the mask, the corners of his mouth grinned, his record was so dazzling that almost all the guards paid attention to him, indirectly ignoring the existence of a dragoon general, and directly let her go.

The sunlight draped over Zhou Jinru's shoulders, as if gilding him with a layer of brilliance, and the cavalry on the opposite side sat down and raised their horses' hooves restlessly.

The cavalry began to trot, and the distance of two hundred meters was enough to speed the horses to the point of exaggeration.

The man stood still and didn't move, this is a provocation, an absolute provocation!

Almost everyone was furious and wanted to pierce the bastard with a spear!

Zhou Jinru stared at the approaching cavalry queue, only seven or eight seconds, his footsteps slid backwards, but the spear followed.

At the moment of stabbing, I saw a humanoid phantom emerge, a spear held by both hands, and the majestic force was transmitted along the spear to the arm of the cavalry in front, the bones rattled, and there was no time to let go, and the whole person rose from the horse, flew high, and fell heavily to the ground.

Thump!

The cavalry who landed on the ground did not get up.

The humanoid phantom was suspended in the air, raising his leg and kicking the other cavalryman, the front chest of the war horse immediately collapsed, blood spurted out of the horse's mouth, and he immediately fell, his hooves twitched, and he was not alive at sight.

"Defenders can't do harm, but humanoid phantoms can, aren't you 003, aren't you defenders?"

Zhou Jinru threw a cavalryman off his horse and turned over on his horse, but the war horse did not listen to his command and refused to go.

The humanoid phantom pressed one hand on the horse's head, and the manic horse immediately became docile and galloped forward, leaving the pursuers far behind.

"It's better than what I say, who's the stand-in?"

Zhou Jinru remembered that the real name of the humanoid phantom was Mao Xu, the only survivor Wang Chongyang rescued from the center of the disaster, and he was still a little boy back then.

"Wang Chongyang and I are the same generation, in other words, No. 003 still wants to call me uncle?"

Zhou Jinru had a feeling of ridicule.

People have not changed much, but the generations have increased a lot.

After rushing out of the palace, Zhou Jinru deliberately avoided the main road, took the path of the city hall and the noble residential area, and halfway through the run, even threw away the war horse and marched forward on foot.

Slamming open the door of a cake shop, he shoved the overnight cake that the owner had not thrown away, and took out gold pounds from his wallet and threw them on the cash register.

When you are thirsty, you take a jug and pour cold water into your mouth.

It took more than ten minutes to finish eating, wiping his mouth, and preparing to leave.

Stepping out of the door with his front foot, Zhou Jinru looked down at his body, turned back again, threw away his blood-stained coat, and came out in a crumpled old clothes.

"The situation is urgent, I will lend you a little food, and I will lend you a set of clothes, and I will give two or three times the value of gold pounds, and that's it."

There was no time to rest, so Zhou Jinru hurried out wearing a shabby hat.

After walking a few steps, he saw a group of heavily armed guards running behind him, his back immediately tensed, and just as he was about to move, the guards passed by him without even looking at it.

Zhou Jinru frowned slightly, and then quickened his pace to chase behind.