In the carriage, Zhao Yizhi was dumbfounded, just now he didn't even have time to release his divine sense, it can be seen that the speed of the spear is so fast, but Lichen blocked the spear with only one hand, and he didn't even rub off the skin on the back of his hand...

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Are you okay? Picking up the stars dragged Zhao Yizhi out and confirmed that Zhao Yizhi was fine, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Lichen also walked out of the carriage and stood behind Zhao Yizhi, still with his hands folded, his eyebrows lowered, as if he was not the one who had just blocked the spear.

"I'm fine... Ah, by the way, who sneaked up? Zhao Yizhi's tense nerves relaxed a little, and when he came to this world, he had already been assassinated several times, and Zhao Yizhi was almost used to it.

"Be on guard! Nafeng. The Pick-up Guard ordered the Praetorian Guards to be on alert, and just called out to Nafeng, but saw that he had already rushed out and hurried in the direction of the spear. Picking up the stars was afraid that he would lose, so he hurriedly used light skills to keep up.

Guanchenzi and Tongweizi also dismounted and came to Zhao Yizhi's side, and the two ink shadows had been drawn out, in all directions, surrounding Zhao Yizhi tightly.

Zhao Yizhi looked at the silent dust and asked, "Little master, you... Are you studying Shaolin martial arts? ”

When Lichen heard Zhao Yizhi's question, he raised his head and said, "Your Majesty, the little monk doesn't know martial arts." ”

Don't know martial arts, who believes it! A gun with such a fast speed was blocked with only one hand, and he said that he would not be able to do martial arts!

"The little master doesn't know martial arts, how can he block that spear just now?" Zhao Yizhi asked reluctantly.

"The little monk doesn't know, the little monk just wants to protect His Majesty and keep His Majesty from the evil demons, and the other little monks don't know anything." Lichen replied briefly, Zhao Yizhi rolled his eyes when he heard it, but he was helpless.

Zhao Yi looked at the dust for a while before turning his head over. Since he refused to say it, Zhao Yizhi was not easy to force, not to mention that he had saved his life just now, and it was not appropriate to force it tightly.

Guan Chenzi and Tongweizi didn't know the situation in the carriage, and when they saw the conversation between Zhao Yizhi and Chen, they also quietly observed Chenzi for a while, and finally came to the conclusion that this little monk really didn't know martial arts. Not to mention the fine skin and tender meat, there is no sign of cultivation and internal force on the whole body.

Zhao Yizhi looked in the direction where Xingxing and Nafeng went, and there was no movement for a while, and asked Shaoshan Dao: "Is there a signal to take Chen Congwei?" ”

Shaoshan shook his head: "Chen Congwei's signal has always been on Jiahai. "Jiahai is the best at judging the situation among the Chen Congwei, and the brain is also the best, and the Chen Congwei signal is on him, and everyone has no objections.

"Then you hurry back to the palace and summon them over!" Zhao Yizhi didn't dare to hold it up, tonight's incident was very strange, so it was better to shout more people to be safer.

Seeing that Zhao Yizhi not only had two disciples of Zhenwu Mountain beside him, but also the mysterious Lichen, he didn't dare to procrastinate, so he took off and left.

"Hahahaha, this is the world-famous Chen Congwei? That's it! As soon as he left, a burst of laughter came.

The crowd followed the prestige, and saw nine people standing in a row on the roof of a dwelling, and the moonlight was projecting from behind them, and they could not see their faces clearly, only that they were all men. Picking Star and Nafeng were caught by them and were already unconscious.

"Where are you going? In the middle of the night, he still sneaked up on Yu Yu, and he couldn't be considered a hero, right? ”

"This little emperor's mouth is very powerful, then we will meet you! See if you have the life to leave alive today! A thin man with a long stick in his hand was about to jump off the roof and perform light work.

Among the nine people, the person in the middle shouted: "Don't make trouble! Have you forgotten what that person said? ”

When the thin man heard this person's words, he didn't dare to reply, so he stopped and turned around just as he was about to turn around. Behind him, a dark figure jumped up from the street to the roof, and with a hook of his feet, he hooked the thin man to the ground. The thin man had just fallen to the ground, and was about to dance the stick to fight, but he only felt that his hand was empty, and the long stick was pulled away by the black shadow.

A stick swept and captured the two of them who picked up the stars and Na Feng, the two dodged the stick, and another black shadow grabbed from behind and reached out to grab the two of them and Na Feng and Na Feng. Seeing that the person had arrived, the two black shadows hurriedly retreated and rushed in the direction of Zhao Yizhi.

This wave of two black shadows cooperated tacitly, and everyone on the roof was caught off guard, saving Nafeng and picking stars, which somewhat saved a little face for Zhao Yizhi's side.

"A bunch of rubbish!" The man in the middle scolded a few people on his side with some anger: "I finally caught it, and the two ink shadows saved the person!" ”

"Isn't that unnoticed? Although he can't act rashly, let us wait in the capital. But now that the little emperor has left the palace, why don't we take this opportunity and kill the little emperor directly? After all, Chen Congwei is nothing more than that. The thin man lightly covered up the mistakes of himself and others, and proposed.

The man in the middle was obviously a little moved, and before he could decide, the thin man had already rushed over first.

"Tongweizi, protect Your Majesty and go first!" Guan Chenzi drew his sword and rushed forward with the ink shadow that he had just put down to pick stars and accept the wind, blocking the thin man.

The ink shadow of the same micron threw the long stick to the split river, and also turned back to join the battle, and the same micro said to the split river: "Brother Chen Congwei, quickly escort Your Majesty back to the palace, our senior brothers stop them!" ”

Split Jiang was carrying a star on his back, holding Nafeng in his hand, and holding his big axe and Nafeng's long stick in the other hand, a little confused: How can he protect His Majesty?

Zhao Yizhi didn't know that the situation had taken such a sharp turn, and ordered Split Jiang Dao: "Let's put them in the carriage." ”

As soon as Split Jiang put down the two of them and Na Feng, everyone on the roof rushed together, and four people were separated, and the two shadows of Guan Chenzi and Tongweizi were inseparable, and the other five people bypassed them and came straight to Zhao Yizhi.

Zhao Yizhi stretched out his hand and lifted it lightly, and with a strong grip, a flying sword came from the direction of the palace in a hurry, and he grabbed it in his hand, Qilong Sword! Split Jiang, who raised the axe to meet him, didn't see Zhao Yi holding this hand, and Lichen seemed to see it, and he didn't speak.

"Escort! Escort! More than 500 Praetorian Guards behind the carriage rushed to protect Zhao Yizhi.

Zhao Yizhi shouted: "You are not allowed to step forward!" Even Xingxing and Nafeng are not their opponents, and they will only die in vain when they wait to come. Set up the carriage and leave with the stars and Nafeng! ”

The Praetorian Guards were stunned, did they hear me right? At the moment of the great enemy, His Majesty actually told them to leave? Everyone didn't dare to move lightly, and they all froze in place.

"Don't go yet!" Zhao Yizhi roared angrily, and there was a hidden sound of a dragon's groan...

The Praetorian Guards heard it clearly this time, and His Majesty did let them leave, but at this critical juncture, how could they leave? Leaving His Majesty to flee for his life, is that still the Praetorian Guard guarding His Majesty? Everyone gritted their teeth and continued to rush to Zhao Yizhi's side, blocking in front of him.

"Your Majesty, even if we are useless, we can delay time, Your Majesty quickly retreat to the palace!" One of the leaders of the Praetorian Guard spoke up, his voice was hurried and sharp, and he didn't expect to survive himself.

Zhao Yizhi is naturally afraid of death, and it is a big mess when he crosses over, although he has met Yi Xiaodao and solved many problems such as Nanhuai, Donglu, and Chuxiang, but in the end, he still needs to worry about everything from time to time. The emperor has never enjoyed a day of leisure, and it would be a great loss if he died here like this.

Fear of death is fear of death, fear of death, why are these Praetorian Guards not afraid? All of them were raised by their parents, knowing that they were sending them to death, it was better to sacrifice less. But now, Zhao Yizhi found that their enlightenment was far higher than he thought...

"It's not a pity for me to die, there are still brothers and nephews in the family, if Your Majesty has a mistake, what will happen to the world?" The little leader had a little ink in his stomach, and after saying an impassioned sentence, he raised his knife to meet him, and the five hundred Praetorian Guards, none of whom fled for their lives, desperately blocked the five people coming down from the roof.

Zhao Yizhi clenched the Qilong sword, gritted his teeth and dragged a war horse, turned over on the horse, and did the same, turned over and rode on the horse, and followed Zhao Yizhi closely, really not leaving an inch.

"Let's go!" Zhao Yizhi pulled the reins of the horse and fled for his life first. It's not once or twice that he has encountered danger in this world, this is the first time he has been forced to flee, and he doesn't even know who the other party is and what his purpose is.

The war horse galloped wildly, turned a street, and the shouting and killing behind him gradually faded away, and Zhao Yizhi wiped the fine sweat on his forehead. As soon as the horse's pace slowed down, a long rope was thrown from behind him, tying all four legs of the horse at once.

The war horse "boomed", was thrown to the ground, and struggled to get up.

Zhao Yizhi rolled to the side, the dragon robe was covered with dust and embarrassed, but fortunately he was not injured. Lichen seemed to have expected that the moment Zhao Yizhi's war horse was tripped up, he jumped off the war horse and came to Zhao Yizhi's side, waiting quietly.

The three of them jumped down from mid-air and blocked the way Zhao Yizhi had to return to the palace, and one of them held the long rope that tripped over the war horse in his hand.

"The Emperor of the Great Apocalypse is nothing more than that, brothers, I'm afraid we're going to make a name for ourselves today!" One laughed loudly.

"Don't be too happy, hurry up, lest you have too many dreams at night!" The other person pulled out a dagger and walked towards Zhao Yizhi first.

"Humph! Come! Zhao Yizhi didn't have the internal strength to cultivate, and the long sword didn't have much effect in his hand, so he simply threw the long sword towards the comer.

The man waved his hand lightly, and the dagger knocked the Qilong Sword away, and grinned: "In the end, it is the emperor, who has more backbone than ordinary people..."

The Qilong Sword was knocked off, but it was useless to fall to the side, Zhao Yizhi slowly closed his eyes, and his divine sense extended out of his brain, controlling the Qilong Sword, flying up and down, slashing vertically and horizontally.

"What kind of hex is this!?" The three of them were a little surprised.

"No matter, let's kill the little emperor first!" The three of them had already decided, and the two of them wrapped around the Qilong Sword, and the person holding the dagger rushed over, and the tip of the knife was aimed at Zhao Yizhi's chest.

"Amitabha!" A loud Buddha horn remembered, and Lichen stood in front of Zhao Yizhi and blocked the dagger.

The place where the dagger stabbed was the throat of the dust, but as in the carriage, the dagger had reached the flesh, but it could not enter. Not only that, but a burst of dazzling golden light emitted from Lichen's body, like a Buddha manifesting...

A word popped into the assassin's head: "King Kong is not bad..."