Qingfeng Street.

Qin Zilong looked at the empty street in front of him, and gave the order to stop moving forward with great decisiveness.

The soldiers were immediately on alert.

Qin Zilong's resolute face was filled with a solemn expression, because according to the distance agreed in advance, after he entered Qingfeng Street, he could see the marks left by the two companions who went to investigate, but he looked everywhere on the street and found no marks, and the two companions disappeared as if they disappeared out of thin air.

It's a very weird thing.

These personal soldiers have been by Lu Shen's side since the Battle of Guangling, and after the tempering of the frontier war and the polishing of strict military discipline, there will definitely be no unwarranted dereliction of duty, and there is only one possibility at the moment, that is, the two companions have encountered an accident.

"Master Hou, the situation is not right, the two brothers in charge of the investigation have disappeared, should we retreat now?"

Qin Zilong came to the side of the carriage and whispered.

However, before Lu Shen in the carriage could reply, several figures on the right suddenly appeared!

These people strode after the clouds and the moon, and their body skills were extremely sharp and fast, and they had come to the front in an instant, and at a glance, they knew that they were masters who were enough to make a name for themselves in the rivers and lakes.

Each of them used different weapons, the man who rushed to the front was tall and thin, but he carried a thick and hard iron rod in one hand, the two on his right used long knives and jagged swords respectively, and the two on his left used water cloud thorns and soft whips.

From the weapons they used, it can be seen that the martial arts characteristics of these people are very different, obviously they are not from the same family, and ordinary people naturally have no ability to gather these masters of different styles together.

Not to mention instructing them to assassinate a powerful prince in the street.

The Assassins had a hideous expression on their faces, and their eyes were fixed on the carriage, not paying any attention to the soldiers around it.

The incident happened suddenly, Qin Zilong didn't have time to ask Lu Shen for instructions, and shouted angrily without hesitation: "Facing the enemy!" ”

In an instant, the soldiers marched forward in groups of three, stopping the five Assassins before they could approach the carriage.

Among the assassins, the highest martial artist was the Luotuo man named He Bonian, and his strength was the best among the disciples secretly raised by the three princes.

He was originally a lone thief who had done countless evils in the green forest of Jiangbei, without a father, without a mother, without a wife and without children, and wandered the world alone, and his biggest hobby was to go to the brothel of the Qinglou to raise those top brands.

More than ten years ago, he was chased and killed by the Green Forest faction led by the Seven Star Gang because of his public anger, and finally had to flee to Jiangnan incognito.

Of course, there is a premise in this, the three princes are generous, and they can basically meet his needs.

He Bonian seems to be thin, but he walks a fierce and domineering foreign road, and the iron long stick in his hand is enough to smash it out with a thousand catties, and the average martial artist can't say that it is hard to block, even if it is only slightly touched by the iron rod's Gangfeng, it will inevitably end up with a fracture and serious injury.

He raised his eyes to look at the three Hou Mansion soldiers who were facing him, and couldn't help but show a wild smile.

I saw that his eyes were full of fierceness, and he swept forward with a stick in both hands, and swept forward with a long stick in both arms, instantly bringing a wind and thunder roaring.

There was not the slightest hint of fear on the faces of the three pro-soldiers.

Their blades are all long knives, and it is obviously an extremely stupid choice to connect the iron rod, so they can only stop and retreat at the moment, and take the initiative to retreat to avoid the edge for a while.

What He Bonian needed was this moment, when the three pro-soldiers were forced to retreat, the distance between them was inevitably widened, and the encirclement appeared loose, He Bonian quickly took two steps to the right front, approaching a pro-soldier like a gale, holding the tail end of the iron rod with both hands, and smashing the opponent's head as fast as lightning!

The power of this stick is terrifying, and it has the power of angry waves.

The soldier's face was resolute, and his right hand holding the knife was as steady as a rock, and he turned sideways to avoid it at the last moment, and then instead of retreating, he rushed forward with the knife!

The blade and the blade of the stick staggered, creating a brilliant spark.

The next moment, the iron rod fell on the bluestone ground, and the majestic and majestic power was transmitted to the ground, and the bluestone slab instantly centered on the landing point, and the broken lines spread out like a spider web.

Rubble splattered in all directions.

At the same time, the soldier had already arrived in front of He Bonian, and without hesitation, he raised his knife and slashed the assassin's throat.

The expression on He Bonian's face became more and more hideous, but he didn't see half a minute of panic, he let go of his right hand between the lightning and flint, and then took another step forward to get closer and closer to the distance between him and his own soldiers, raised his arm and elbow to separate the opponent's long knife, and then smashed it into the chest of his own soldiers.

As an outlaw who is accustomed to licking blood from the knife edge and has experienced countless life-and-death fights, He Bonian certainly knows his strengths and flaws, and others think that the long weapons he uses must be clumsy in close fights, but they don't know that his fists and feet are sharper, so he often uses seemingly clumsy moves to lure his opponents into deception, and then takes his life by surprise.

The passage of time seems to be extremely slow at this moment.

He Bonian suddenly sensed a great sense of crisis, because the soldier was close to death, but there was no fear in his eyes, but a look of determination and satisfaction.

Like those loyal men who die generously for the sake of righteousness.

A sharp wind suddenly sounded in the back of his head.

He Bonian didn't have time to think about it, and decisively gave up the opportunity to kill the other party, and forced his waist and abdomen to slide towards the right rear.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the long knives of the other two pro-soldiers swept past where he had been, and if He Bonian had stubbornly tried to kill the pro-soldier, he would have died under the blow of the two knives.

There is no doubt that the soldier was using his own life as bait to create opportunities for his companions to kill the enemy.

The fight did not stop because of this, but He Bonian had decisively put away his previous contempt, he thought that these Hou Mansion soldiers were brave and fierce on the battlefield, and they were not familiar with this kind of small-scale reckless fighting, so they had the confidence to kill the other party in a very short time, and then directly take Lu Shen in the carriage.

Only now did he understand that these soldiers were not only brave and fierce, but also had not weak martial arts, skilled combo techniques, absolute trust in their comrades, and most importantly, what made He Bonian secretly frightened, that is, they dared to sacrifice their lives at any time, even if it was just to create a chance for their comrades to win.

The fierce battle resumed, He Bonian, with his rich experience and clever martial arts, still did not fall behind in the face of the joint attack of the three Hou Mansion soldiers, but he was unable to break through the opponent's obstruction in a short period of time, and was blocked from the carriage for several feet.

The other four were in a similar situation.

Fighting alone, these masters with their heads pinned to their belts can defeat any of their own soldiers without much effort, but the power of the opposing three is not as simple as adding up, and it will take a lot of effort for them to finally break through the block.

The initial tentative encounters took place in the blink of an eye, and of course Qin Zilong would not be stupid and stay in place.

He only glanced at the battle situation in front of him and relaxed, and then decisively shouted: "Retreat!" ”

The reason why Qin Zilong did not gather all his manpower to deal with the assassins in front of him was based on a very reasonable judgment, since the other party dared to set up an ambush in Beijing, it was impossible for only these five assassins. If everyone falls into a fight, it is very likely that they will fall into the trap of the other party.

The coachman swung his long whip and exploded a loud whip in the air, and the carriage began to turn.

The remaining six personal soldiers, including Qin Zilong, did not hesitate to protect the carriage, and did not look at those comrades who were fighting, this was not because they were cold-blooded and ruthless, but because they had been tempered by war for a long time, they were used to being separated countless times, whether they were alive or dead.

The soldiers who fought fiercely did not put their minds behind them, and they only saw these bold assassins in their eyes.

"Stop!"

The carriage had just crossed Qingfeng Street, and Qin Zilong shouted again, staring at the back about twenty feet away.

A man with a gloomy aura suddenly appeared there, cutting off the retreat of the Houfu carriage.

Dressed in a blue robe, wearing an ordinary hat, and holding an unsheathed sword in his right hand, he walked slowly towards the carriage that stretched across the long street.

As he walked forward step by step, the sword aura gradually spread from his body, like a haze covering the sky, filling the lonely long street from north to south.

His figure and the sword form a strange harmony, as if the man and the sword are one, and like a storyteller with a vicissitudes of life telling a story.

A bottomless story.

Qin Zilong and the other personal soldiers were instantly like a great enemy.

At this moment, the carriage door suddenly pushed outward, and a figure floated down.

His shoulders were as wide as a mountain, blocking the killing momentum between heaven and earth, and as he walked towards the swordsman, Qin Zilong and the others suddenly felt that the terrifying power pressing on their bodies gradually weakened until it disappeared, and it was still the bright sunshine of a summer afternoon in front of them, the surrounding atmosphere was no longer fierce, and the sword qi that pierced people's eyes disappeared without a trace.

Blocking this sky-filled sword qi alone is naturally the late return of the Qiankun in his sleeve.

At the same time, Lu Shen had already come to Qin Zilong's side, and he had an extra long knife in his hand that was always in the carriage.

"We are not the opponent of that swordsman, just leave it to Senior Wei Chi."

Lu Shen's words brought Qin Zilong and the others back to their senses, and immediately looked at the young marquis, Qin Zilong opened his mouth and said: "Hou Ye, leave it to us here, you leave this place as soon as possible, don't go back to the Hou Mansion, it is best to go to the cavalry garrison or the palace." ”

Lu Shen didn't take the conversation, he looked at the soldiers fighting in front of him, and said coldly: "Don't forget, we lived and died together on the battlefield at the beginning. How could I leave my brother behind, whenever and wherever I wanted? ”

As he said this, his tone gradually rose, and his body began to rush forward.

Qin Zilong and the others didn't dare to persuade again, and immediately followed Lu Shen's footsteps and rushed forward.

Lu Shen's eyes stared at He Bonian, who was holding an iron rod, and in a few ups and downs, he came behind the soldiers, and then a sharp sword light splashed forward!

(End of chapter)