There were terrible screams from the side of the Great Wall, and the two golden soldiers on the Great Wall were constantly pushing down the stones that had been prepared from the city wall, and the roar was far away at night, and the face of the man with the spear changed and said: "Quick, hurry up, he still has accomplices in the back, kill him first." ”

Yang Zhi let out a long roar, the horse raised the spear, or picked or stabbed, swept and unloaded, with the help of internal force, but all the face-to-face people who stood in the way were either killed by the impact or fell off the horse, plus the protection of heavy armor, the Yang family's marksmanship was brought into full play; At the moment of hand-to-hand combat, either you die or I die, Yang Zhi no longer has the word mercy in his heart, looking at the enemy who rushed up one after another, he suddenly felt the pressure doubled, and the spear in his hand conjured up the shadow of the spear, and the tip of the spear was as cold as a spirit snake spitting out a letter.

After killing a stick of incense, Yang Zhi already felt that it had been a long time, and he killed eleven enemies in a row, including the big man with a spear, who was also stabbed in the chest by Yang Zhixun under the pressure of Yang Zhi's internal force, but Yang Zhi also paid a huge price, even if he was wearing heavy armor, he was also injured in many places. Immediately in a group battle, Yang Zhi had to deal with a variety of weapons every moment, and the superb moves of the Yang family gun were sometimes not used, and many times he could only choose which weapon to be hit by in order to avoid a truly fatal blow.

What's worse is that the other party and reinforcements are coming one after another, although they have killed a lot of people, but so far there are still ten people around Yang Zhi, one by one; fortunately, Yang Zhi's internal strength comes from Hua Peng Gong and Taixuan Jing, and the true qi does not take a different path, as long as he does not perform any special moves that consume his strength, Yang Zhi will not be unable to continue in a short period of time.

However, Yang Zhi's riding skills are obviously inferior to Jin Bing and those Jianghu figures, if it weren't for the bald horse is indeed a BMW, and the action zero is durable, Yang Zhi may be injured more; But now is a matter of life and death, as long as the civet cat has not come out yet, Yang Zhi must do his best to continue to fight with the enemy in front of him; Yang Zhi can only use simple and effective moves as much as possible, but he knows in his heart that if he continues like this, if Jin Bing still has reinforcements, he will only be dead.

Among the newcomers, there are two masters, whose martial arts are not under the spear-wielding man, one uses an iron sword, the other uses an iron rod, both of them are masters of the inner family; the two people are very experienced, pestering Yang Zhi, fighting against Yang Zhi's internal strength, creating opportunities for others, fighting for more than 30 rounds, Yang Zhi only killed two enemies. Yang Zhi knew that he couldn't go on like this, so he desperately added three wounds, killed two golden soldiers, and relied on the explosive power of the bald horse to squeeze out of the battle group and head west.

Behind the several horsemen closely chased after him, in a flanking posture, chasing in the front is the master of the stick, seeing Yang Zhi getting closer and closer, the iron rod in his hand is raised high; I did not expect Yang Zhi to suddenly stop the horse, turn sideways, backhand shot, is stabbing the opponent's heart, the master and people with the stick fall off the horse.

"Back to the carbine. The master holding the sword immediately restrained his mount, and shouted that the scattered people should come back quickly; Yang Zhi is too terrible, running away is an illusion, just to kill one of his own masters, now there are only five people on his side, if they are separated, facing Yang Zhi alone is a death. But in this way, Yang Zhi turned the horse's head, and the men and horses were united, and he still killed a Jin soldier who tried to shoot an arrow, and in the end, only four people were mixed up with Yang Zhi.

In fact, what disturbed the four of them the most was that at this point in the fighting, there was not a single golden soldier on the other side of the Great Wall rushing over, it was more than thirty horses, even if the other party wanted to kill, someone should come and report a message. There were two shouts on the Great Wall, it was the golden soldier who was used as a lookout post, and the face of the master with the sword changed, and he took advantage of a companion rushing between him and Yang Zhi, turned his horse and left, shouting: "Escape." ”

No one expected this swordsman to be so crisp and decisive, without the slightest drag of mud and water, the remaining three people lost all their fighting spirit, but their movements were one step slower, two were stabbed to death by Yang Zhi with a gun, and only one Jin soldier fled to more than seventy steps away, and was killed by Yang Zhi with a bow and an arrow. The swordsman fled too fast, and he was already two hundred steps away, Yang Zhi could only look at the dust and sigh, and the footsteps behind him sounded, and Monk Huihong cheered: "Good archery technique." ”

When Yang Zhi heard the screams on the city wall, he knew that the civet and the others had succeeded, and if the golden soldiers under the city had not been killed, Li Wanhua would not have time to take off and kill people. But when I saw that the face of the civet who was accompanying Monk Huihong was not good-looking, it must be because of the consumption of too much true qi, Monk Huihong was in better spirits, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Miss Li is fine, it's just that the Jurchens are too strong, or retreat from the big rock, blocking the road, Miss Li is not injured at all, she is reluctant to the good horses of the heavy cavalry, and rides a horse to go around the gap a mile away." ”

Yang Zhi looked at the dozen or so horses scattered around, and shook his head wordlessly, this Li Wanhua is a money fan, how could he be reluctant to let those horses, if he led three horses over, it was only two or three miles away, and he should have seen the figure now. Yang Zhi jumped off the horse, rested his armor and said, "Let's take a rest, we will rush overnight, there is a beacon fire on the Great Wall, and another person has escaped." ”

The three of them had not rested for a quarter of an hour when they heard the sound of horses' hooves on the right, and they saw one horse head after another turning out of the Great Wall, and Li Wanhua actually drove over more than 20 horses in one go; looking at the scattered horses under the city wall, Li Wanhua drove another 10 horses, and finally took 37 horses on the road. Yang Zhi and the three of them each rode one, and the bald horse was led by Yang Zhi to rest, Yang Zhi said angrily: "There are so many horses, it is easy to be discovered by the Jinren, what should I do if I catch up?"

Li Wanhua said indifferently: "I'm not a fool, and I'm not going to take all the horses to Youzhou, I didn't see that I picked all the horses that have rested on their feet; Yang Zhi, you are the Jizhou Pavilion Master of Yanyun Palace, don't extinguish the prestige of Yanyun Palace. ”

Yang Zhi was completely speechless, one person and three horses are okay, and one person and ten horses, is this necessary? However, Yang Zhi understands that entangled with women in these subsections is purely asking for trouble; Monk Huihong smiled and urged the mount to move. No one is worried about the civet, as a killer, as long as the civet cat is not dead, even if it is a little tired, it doesn't matter, as long as it enters the Liao Kingdom as soon as possible and finds a safe place to rest.

(End of chapter)