The embroidered guards of the five trios were already ready, and with an order, they broke down the door, and almost at the same time, five short crossbow arrows were fired into the courtyard from different directions, and after a round of random shooting, fifteen embroidered guards had already rushed into the courtyard.

Officer Ning then stepped into the courtyard, he glanced around and waved his hand, "Search!" ”

He also took out the embroidered spring knife and checked around, this courtyard was supposed to have been abandoned after Chen Er was executed ten years ago, but now it seems that there are obviously signs of people living all the time, and there is not even dust on the latch.

But the moment the door opened in the courtyard, there was clearly a black shadow that flashed away, and Ning Qiguan believed that he had not yet reached the point of being dizzy with old eyes.

But what about people?

Fifteen embroidered guards searched back and forth in this courtyard, but found nothing abnormal, Ning Qiguan thought to himself as he walked, it was impossible for him to see a cat, right?

At this moment, Ning Qiguan suddenly felt a chill above his head, he stopped, looked up, his pupils contracted instantly, there is a loft above this room!

Ning Qiguan immediately waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, he put on a crossbow, and after setting up the arrow, he grabbed the embroidered spring knife with his other hand, and after finding someone to set up the ladder, he personally climbed the ladder to check.

Just as he was about to go up to the pavilion, Ning Qiguan suddenly felt a chill in his head, and a terrifying murderous aura suddenly came.

Ning Qiguan hurriedly shrank his head, and a wooden board embedded with iron nails rubbed his head.

He didn't say a word, he aimed at it and shot a crossbow, only to hear a sound, it should have been shot at the wall.

Although the crossbow arrow was shot in the air, the opponent's dodge time won the opportunity for Ning Qiguan to go up, he held the embroidered spring knife upside down in one hand and slashed it on the compartment.

Sure enough, there was a figure dressed in red, and the other party was wearing a red pointed felt hat, which was the red-clothed lama in the haunted city.

The red-clothed lama didn't seem to have any intention of entanglement with Ning Qiguan, only listening to the sound of a series of footsteps stepping on the tiles, and then he jumped up, smashed into the wooden wall and fell out.

In a hurry, Officer Ning Qi also jumped down with a knife.

The red-clothed lama easily got rid of the encirclement of the fifty embroidered guards behind him, while the Ning Qi officer in armor chased after him with a heavy load, and his speed was slow, so he was not afraid at all.

This time it was the red-clothed lama who misestimated the power of the six doors, and he didn't expect them to investigate the case so quickly and find Chen Er so quickly.

But everything is still under control.

Suddenly, on the street ahead, a line of black horsemen appeared, and they lined up in front of them, slowly pressing forward.

The person who came was the six doors and thousands of households, and Li Moxiong was also.

The more than 100 horsemen behind him are not ordinary six-door horses, but elite soldiers carefully selected from all over the country, all of whom have experienced a hundred battles and have been sent to various places, and it is more than enough to be a hundred household chiefs with their skills.

What Li Moxiong brought was the Six Doors Jianrui Battalion, which was known as the Tiger and Leopard Iron Cavalry of the Great Zhao Dynasty.

I saw Li Moxiong holding a long knife in his hand, and with a slight lift, more than 100 riders spread forward in a fan-shaped shape, and surrounded the red-clothed lama.

Thirty horsemen held a crossbow in their left arm and aimed at the red-clothed lama, and ten horsemen took a few steps back, took their longbows from their backs, and pointed them at each other.

The people in the entire Huaide Square have long been driven away by the six doors, and the shops are closed, and no one dares to look out.

On the street, there is only the sound of horses blowing their noses and the sound of crossbows pulling strings, and the sound is endless.

The red-clothed lama held his breath and concentrated, as if facing a great enemy, and then, the bow and crossbow of the Jianrui battalion fired a salvo, and the sound broke through the air and roared.

The red-clothed lama didn't know what kind of move he made with his hands, he didn't retreat, but advanced, stretched out his hand, and saw the swelling breath between his sleeves and robes surging like a surging river.

After a rain of arrows, the red-clothed lama was unscathed, and swept the rain of arrows in front of him to the ground in a leisurely manner.

Then, the red-clothed lama clenched his hands into fists, his robe bulged, and he stepped up against the hundred horsemen of the Jianrui battalion, and actually put on a strong posture to be tough with the iron horsemen.

Li Moxiong saw that the other party was unharmed, his pupils contracted suddenly, and he was secretly shocked in his heart, but he did not slow down his movements in his hands.

I saw him step on the stirrup, ride his horse and wave a long knife to kill, and the crossbow soldiers on his side hung arrows and pulled the strings again to build momentum for him, and more than ten horsemen drew their sabers, and rushed forward with the main general, killing the red-clothed lama.

Under the momentum of the iron horse, it was like a mountain torrent bursting the embankment, which made people dizzy, and they saw the shadow of the knife, slashing towards the red clothes.

But the next scene was shocking, only to see the red-clothed lama easily sweep away the second wave of arrows, and then strode up and collided head-on with the tall horse of one of the soldiers of the Jianrui battalion.

There was no imaginary scene of bleeding from the head, but the tall horse was knocked out by someone and broke his neck, and even the man and the horse overturned out.

Then the red-clothed lama continued to speed up his pace, and his feet slammed on the ground like a flood bell and a big lu, without losing thunder.

He pushed forward with both palms and smashed on the cheeks of the two war horses, and the majestic force suddenly emanated from the sleeve robes, slapping the two war horses into the air with their hooves hanging in the air and flying out sideways.

Li Moxiong swung his knife and slashed into the air, rushed to the horse and looked back, a little shocked by the force of the red-clothed lama, is there really such an amazing master in this world?

The red-clothed lama lifted three iron horsemen in a row, and soon two more knives slashed sideways, only to see his breath sink, and he grabbed the two arms holding the knife like a mountain and a river, just twisting it, the person on the horseback howled in pain, and the arm that had held the knife to kill the enemy instantly curled.

"Dismount!"

Only to hear the red-clothed lama shout softly, and the two brave knights with broken arms were torn off their horses and thrown out by him.

When the head rushed to a war horse again, he stopped sharply, raised the horse's hooves high, and was about to step on the head of the red-clothed lama and stomp on it fiercely.

The red-clothed lama was angry, suddenly let out a loud shout, raised his hands above his head, and held the two high-hanging horses' hooves, pulling out the mountain and covering the world, tearing the life of the war horse!

The knight on horseback was also punched in the chest by him, and a piece of his chest was instantly dented, killing him instantly.

The remaining few iron horsemen who followed Li Moxiong were also killed one by one, and none of them were spared.

Only Li Moxiong, who turned around and turned back, was facing him with a knife, and before he could face him, he lost several cavalry, and they were all Jianrui battalions known as the six-door warriors, but he didn't panic at all, but his eyes were even more eager to try.

Li Moxiong was wrapped in black armor, revealing only a pair of cold eyes, and then raised his long knife and pointed it at the red-clothed lama.

On the other side, the crossbowmen fired again with their crossbows, and twenty more horsemen were ready to rush into battle.

Li Moxiong murmured softly: "You can block ten horses, but what about twenty rides, fifty rides, and one hundred rides?" ”

Then, the main general raised his long knife, stepped on the stirrup and dived again, and stepped forward to fight, "Jianrui battalion, live to die, kill-"

When they meet on a narrow road, the brave can win.

Li Moxiong raised the long knife and slashed directly at the chest of the red-clothed lama, the red-clothed lama's footsteps slowed slightly, stretched out an arm, and smashed it on the knife surface with a fist, shaking the long knife trembling.

Li Moxiong's body flickered, but he still clenched the long knife and didn't let it go, but he had already missed a flaw, and was kicked off the horse by the red-clothed lama.

It is worthy of being a military general with a long knife, only a fierce general who can charge into battle on the battlefield uses this kind of weapon, Li Moxiong did not fall to the ground after turning over and falling off the horse, but took advantage of the momentum to prop up the ground with a long knife and retreated, and then dragged the ground with a stick, unloading this majestic force, and barely stood on his heels.

When he landed, the corners of Li Moxiong's mouth were already oozing blood, but he still waved his hand and asked the rest of the Jianrui battalion knights to retreat and raise their swords to meet the enemy alone.

The red-clothed lama didn't seem to expect the other party to be able to take his own move without falling, his expression was a little surprised, and he saw that the other party made even more strange movements.

Li Moxiong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, slammed the long knife into the ground, took off his armor and helmet, and only wore a light regular clothes.

Then, the brave master silently swung his sword and rushed towards the red-clothed lama.

After removing the armor, Li Moxiong's knife momentum is still pressing, stabbing and slashing, and the moves are skillful, and the big knife of nearly 100 catties is dancing vigorously in his hands.

The red-clothed lama was unhurried from beginning to end, always with a straight face, facing a fierce slash from the long knife, raising his arm to block it, and actually pressed the heavy stick out of an arc.

When pressed to the extreme, the blade of the knife rebounded with the same force, Li Moxiong took advantage of the momentum to retreat, his feet smashed several floor tiles on the ground one after another, and the long knife even cut out semicircles in mid-air.

After stabilizing his figure, Li Moxiong slashed at the red-clothed lama again, only to see that the other party easily held the head of the knife, and the other hand grabbed the stick, and suddenly flipped and exerted force, and the blade of the knife turned half a circle.

Li Moxiong never refused to let go, his burly figure was dragged around for half a circle, blood exploded from his palms, the official boots on the soles of his feet were also twisted, and the streets were dusty.

Just as the red-clothed lama was about to finish off Li Moxiong with one palm, the street in the distance was dusty, and the Six Doors Brigade arrived.

The red-clothed lama decisively gave up his shot, he jumped into an alley, and was caught up by Ning Qiguan who came behind him, and the two of them went into the alley one after the other.

It's a pity that after Ning Qiguan entered the alley, he never saw any trace of the red clothes again, but after hearing a sound falling into the water, he felt a burst of regret.

There is a canal in Huaide Fang, the river channel is wide and smooth like the Vermilion Bird Avenue, but the six doors were not deployed with the red lama in mind, so they were not arranged.

It was the red-robed lama who jumped into the canal.

The canal connects Yong'an Canal and Dongji Canal from Huaidefang to the right, and the entire waterway is adjacent to more than ten Fang cities, spanning most of Bianliang West City.

In the official office of the six doors of Taipingfang, the atmosphere was solemn, and every flag official tiptoed to action, not daring to pant loudly, for fear of annoying Lord Shen, who had a displeased face.

No one could have imagined that the action that they thought had been arranged seamlessly would actually let the cooked duck fly.

It's not that it's nothing to gain, at least it proves that the murderer is indeed related to Chen Er, and Chen Er's case is the key to the serial murder case.

It's just that the price is a bit big, paying more than a dozen lives.

Ning Qiguan and Li Moxiong both knelt on one knee and half in the hall, and the two were urgently recalled to the yamen to report the specific situation of this operation to Shen Luo.

Shen Luo listened to the whole process, although he was unwilling, he could only sigh a long time.

"The lowly duty has sent people to search along the river canal, and will not let go of the slightest clue." Ning Qiguan said cautiously, hoping to make up for this unsuccessful operation.

Shen Luo's face was pale: "Do you know how many markets there are along the canal, and how many people are there in the six gates?" Unless the Beijing Camp Forbidden Army is transferred, the entire West Market is blocked, and the house is searched door to door, otherwise how can we talk about arresting the culprit? ”

Li Mi said with relief: "The red-clothed lama has fled, even if he is hunted for with great fanfare, it will be difficult to make achievements, and he should be dormant in the near future, and he will not dare to show up easily." Since Chen Erjia's clue has failed to make a contribution, you might as well change your thinking and find clues from Chen Er's case? ”