Qin Ke took advantage of the interval between the crowd to look out, only to see a swift figure flash away, Qin Ke saw the person's powerful knee impact, violent as a heavy hammer, several consecutive crunchy sounds from the bones pressed the sergeant's muffled snort back into his throat.

The iron armor on his abdomen had already appeared very obviously dented, and the blood in his mouth was gushing like a spring, and the whole person fell to the ground softly.

Obviously, the person outside is not Gao Changgong, because Gao Changgong's strength is far stronger than this, but Qin Ke also feels overjoyed, even if that person's strength is not so inhuman, but at least he is a first-class master, otherwise how could he suppress the man in white in such a short period of time, and even abolish nearly two soldiers who came down from the battlefield?

Under the oppression of such a powerful enemy, the infantry commander who originally wanted to suppress Qin Ke and Abu first also changed his strategy, and with their neat movements, some of them were separated, and the gap between people became larger, and Qin Ke and Abu finally saw the true face of the helper.

Qin Ke naturally didn't know him, he could just see from the expensive outfit that he had an extraordinary background. As he stepped forward, he stomped on the ground with each step, as if he was about to step through a hole in the green floor tiles.

He stretched out his hand, and the long knife in the hand of a soldier was grasped by the back of the knife, and then he approached it, and his arms were like two iron pincers, and the arms of a sergeant were like them

Qin Ke had never seen such a perfect way of exerting force, as if the whole person had turned into a taut bowstring, whenever it popped out, what burst out was a thunderous blow, and when he retreated, it didn't seem like he was retreating at all, but in a retreat, he once again pulled the strength of his whole body to the limit.

It's like a pair of invisible hands, constantly firing the bow, and the arrows are shooting out like beads, cold but murderous.

The coldness of the noble prince's expression and the panic of the man in white formed a stark contrast.

The original chic of the man in white had already disappeared without a trace at this moment, not only had there been a lot of torn cuts on the white robe, but the long hair that was originally meticulously tied up on his sideburns was also swaying restlessly like willow branches.

He gritted his teeth, holding Qin Ke's dagger in his hand, and stabbed forward, he finally suppressed the attack of the noble prince, his eyes showed a bit of ruthlessness, and a breath rose and fell from his chest, and spit out a long way.

The man in white held a dagger in both hands and slammed it upward!

"Be careful!" Qin Ke dodged a soldier's long knife, grabbed his wrist and pulled the long knife to resist several other long knives, and then shouted at the noble prince he didn't know.

He saw it clearly, the angle of the dagger on the man in white could be described as extremely tricky, and if it was him, he was afraid that he would also be injured under the insidious tricks accumulated this time.

But he shouted halfway through when he suddenly stopped.

The noble prince's eyes were indifferent, with condescending arrogance, as if the man in white was in front of him, but he was just an ant trying to resist the soles of the human representatives' shoes.

He just stretched out his hand, and the strength of one arm actually suppressed the strength of the arms of the man in white, and he squeezed the wrist of the man in white tightly, the strength was so great that the man in white even suspected that his wrist would be broken because of this, and the dagger fell to the ground, making a clattering sound.

He had a calm and powerful sense of oppression on him, and even the soldiers around him did not dare to break through easily for a while.

"Who gave you the courage to murder the students of my Taixue Hall in Jianye City?" said your son coldly.

Abu looked at him with complicated eyes, wanting to break his head, he would not have thought that at such a moment of crisis, it was Sun Qing who took action and pulled him out of such a quagmire.

The man in white obviously recognized Sun Qing, but Sun Qing's series of blows made him unable to breathe at all, his wrist was controlled, but he had a chance to speak, the pain made his face pale, he looked at the blind old man who had disappeared around the corner, and scolded in a low heart: "Sun Gongzi, what we are doing has no conflict with you." ”

Sun Qing tilted his head, looked at the pale cheeks of the man in white, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly: "Oh, do you know me?"

The man in white endured the pain and replied in a low voice: "Among the scholars, who doesn't know that Sun Gongzi is the most talented person of the younger generation?"

Sun Qing said indifferently: "You haven't answered my first question yet. Who gave you the courage to besiege and kill the students of the Taixue Hall just a street away?"

"Hehe......" I don't know why, the man in white smiled inexplicably, "I said, will Sun Gongzi let me go?"

Sun Qing said calmly: "Maybe I will keep your whole corpse." You can give it a try. ”

The man in white laughed until he coughed, and his original demeanor had already disappeared without a trace, but his eyes were full of loneliness and anger: "You scholars, while being a bitch, you still have to build an archway, as if all evil things are only done by us mud-legged people." You want to know why? You ask your father, you ask your grandfather, maybe they'll tell you why!"

"Presumptuous. Sun Qing exerted force in his hand, and with the click of bones, the man in white let out a terrible wail.

"My father?"

"My grandfather?" he said with each word, and his hand pressed harder.

"You are such a scumbag, you are also qualified for me to ask them?" Speaking of this, the wrist of the man in white was broken, and he actually fell into a fainting because of this pain!

Qin Ke was terrified, although Sun Qing's strength made Qin Ke admire, but his approach was cold, whether it was to those soldiers or the people in white, his attitude was as if he was looking at a livestock that was allowed to be killed and taken by him.

If Gao Changgong's temperament is self-confidence, it is Mount Tai who collapses in front and does not change color, while Sun Qing is standing on Mount Tai to see that all beings are small, high, and conscious like a god.

Qin Ke frowned, and there was a little rejection in his heart inexplicably. But no matter what, Sun Qing is also their savior, and he still tries to maintain a little friendliness towards Sun Qing.

The man in white fainted, the blind old man had fled without a trace, and the soldiers who were originally in absolute superiority had turned into a group of poor lambs at this moment, although they were outnumbered, what could they do in the face of three cultivators at the same time and the strength of these three cultivators was not weak?

The commander of the infantry army did not expect this to happen, and the uninvited guests came one after another. He looked at Taixuetang, scolded in a low voice, and rushed over from the moment he received the signal, and when he saw this position, they already had a bad premonition.

Taixue Hall is a place of right and wrong, although it seems to be just a place to study, but at least half of the students in it have cultivation qualifications, plus Zhuge Wanling himself is not those rotten Confucians, the school pays attention to the six arts of diligence "etiquette, music, archery, royal, calligraphy, and mathematics", and being close to such a place has no intention of causing trouble for yourself.

Sun Qing slowly moved his gaze and fell on him, his expression was heavy, and he raised his hand and said, "Sun Gongzi...... We ......"

Just as he was about to say something, he heard the sound of a fight coming from the eaves. Qin Ke Abu raised his head, those infantry soldiers who were originally standing on the eaves with bows and crossbows, looking at the whole audience, were actually in three people in strong suits, holding short swords and masked with white cloth, and there was nowhere to escape, either they were beaten and had no strength to get up, or they were simply beaten and stunned, rolling down from the eaves, probably not dead but also disabled.

The streets were filled with the sound of armor colliding as they ran, and it seemed as if a whole army was running in an orderly manner.

"Run!" the infantry commander gave an order almost at the same time as he saw the people on the roof. It's just that the army pouring out of the streets is faster than theirs!

This is a majestic army, and this majesty comes not only from the thunder patterns on their black armor or the sharp spears in their hands, but also from their solemn expressions and empty eyes.

Somewhat surprisingly, many of these people are even missing an arm, or have scars on their faces, or are blind in one eye.

But despite this, the momentum on their bodies was heavier than the soldiers who had just attacked Qin Ke and the others.

The soldiers in the first row held heavy shields in their hands, and when they slammed their shields into the ground neatly, the whole army was like an impregnable wall, blocking all the nearby exits, and blocking the remaining eight soldiers in the field.