Hong Chen could already hear the sound of boots colliding with horseshoes and stone roads, as well as the sound of axles creaking and wheel bones that followed, and whispered to Lu Ren: "The Son of Heaven should come." Lu Ren patted the shoulders of the three companions and nodded heavily to them before standing silently on the top of a five-story building with Hong Chen.

Hong Chen saw a group of guards dressed in armor and neatly paced, escorting an unusually wide carriage to the street, on which stood a circle of stubborn guards, thinking that it was the emperor of heaven, and the emperor was in it. In addition to these guards and the soldiers who had been heavily guarded in the streets, there were also a few horseback riders marching in front of and behind the carriage, not wearing much heavy armor, and they looked like masters of guarding the emperor.

The closer the carriage got closer, the tighter Hong Chen clenched the knife in his hand, and suddenly there was a trace of unprecedented tension in his heart, and even his entire right arm was shaking. Lu Ren gently pressed his arm and said, "Take it easy, with your and my martial arts, you will definitely be able to kill the Dog Emperor." Hong Chen glanced at Lu Ren, nodded, and saw that he was unarmed, and couldn't help but be a little curious: did he have a weapon hidden on his body, or did he want to kill the emperor with his bare hands?

Tianzi Luan drove to the front, Li Zhangwang in the alley three heroes rose up and killed, two with two knives, one wheel and two axes, instantly cut down several soldiers, rushed to the front of the guards, and cut four or five guards in a row. The guards suddenly stopped, but there was no great confusion, and a man who looked like a general on a horse shouted: "Protect the saint!" Immediately a group of guards surrounded the car, and the guards on the car also raised their shields and spears and short swords, and the general personally led a large number of guards with long weapons to surround the three of them.

Lu Ren snorted: "Brother Hong, if you go and attract the attention of those masters, as long as you drag them down, those ordinary guards don't have to worry." Hong Chen nodded, jumped up with a long knife, flew down with his body down, and shouted in the air: "Dog Emperor, take your life!"

The people below heard the sound and looked into the sky, only to see that under the bright moon in the sky, a pitch-black figure swooped down like a skimming bat, and only the blade of the long knife that was also pitch-black flashed with silver light, just like the fangs of a bat when it opened its mouth.

Hong Chen swung his sword in the air, and a silver mang's sword qi flew out, slashing straight towards the carriage. Just before touching the roof of the car, a golden light suddenly appeared, but it was a golden spear that stabbed the knife qi horizontally and shattered. The golden spear then went up, and the tip of the spear was blocking the direction of Hong Chen's whereabouts. Hong Chen swung the knife again, and slashed the blade and the gun head three inches below the barrel, thinking that a knife would be enough to break the spear, but only the golden gun was split.

The man with the gun shouted loudly, and slammed the barrel of the gun hard, and the huge elastic force generated by the two weapons bounced himself and Hong Chen off the roof of the car, and each turned over and landed on both sides of the carriage.

Seeing this, Hong Chen raised his knife and went straight to the carriage, and suddenly noticed that there was an enemy on the right side of his side, the direction of the blade suddenly turned, and he slashed with his horizontal hand. There was another wind sound on the left, Hong Chen pulled the knife violently, the blade slipped off the hook, and when he turned around, the blade split into the air, and a figure was flashing from the blade.

The whole fight only happened in three or four breaths, Hong Chen already felt that the three opponents were rare strong opponents, although they were not still with Luo Qinghan, but they were much stronger than Song Xiao, Yun Moxuan, Huang Xiaosheng and other first-class masters who had fought against each other, and then looked at their weapons, and there was already a guess in his heart: these few who were protecting the Son of Heaven should be Zhao Liaoyuan with a golden gun, Lin Tianhan without a heart with a jade flute, and Lu Suyi with a silver hook without reason, and it is really much more powerful than the ruthless iron hand Ying Hailan at the bottom of the ranking, Sun Lanxi without a trace of the sword and Zhou Jili with a quick knife.

The stronger the opponent, the more Hong Chen has the will to fight, and the drunkenness that has not yet been relieved does make him unable to react in some places, but as soon as he holds the knife in his hand, many actions do not need to be deliberately thought about at all, almost with the instinct of the body alone, and the anger in his heart, the killing intent is burning, and the shot is not as always restrained as before, rushing to the carriage for a burst of slashing and slashing, not only forcing the three Nine Sword Heavenly Guards to fight with all their might, but also killing and injuring many guards by the way.

Due to Hong Chen's appearance, the formation to protect the Son of Heaven was finally chaotic. Although the three heroes in front were wounded, they still fought hard, and the guards not only had to besiege them, but also thought about rushing to the side of the carriage to escort the chariot, some ran here, some ran there, and for a time many guards and their own people collided together.

Swish!

A scattered knife slash slashed at the buttocks of a horse driven by Tianzi Luan, the horse was injured and frightened, and ran with its hooves raised, and the coachman couldn't pull it, but the other horses stopped again, and when they rushed and pulled, the carriage shook and fell, and the guards above couldn't stand steadily.

At this time, Lu Ren finally waited for the best opportunity, jumped down from the roof of the building, touched his hands into his arms in the air, and took out a short silver metal stick, and pressed the mechanism on the stick with two thumbs, and each stick tip popped out a sharp blade, and the stick became a stick.

Lu Ren fell directly to the roof of the car, stretched out his feet and stepped on it violently, "bang" The roof of the car shattered, and his body fell into the carriage, and his right hand stretched forward, thinking that a knife could stab into the body of the dog emperor, but he couldn't stab it anymore as soon as he stabbed out a foot, as if he was nailed to an iron wall.

"There's a master in the car?"

Lu Ren saw a person standing in front of him, and he was shocked in the bottom of his heart - it was not a shield that blocked the sharp knife, but two fingers!

However, Lu Ren also saw where the Son of Heaven was, so he hid behind the master, and immediately threw his left hand at his head, but the blade was also caught by the other two fingers. Lu Renzhi knew that this master of melee martial arts was superb, and he couldn't kill the Dog Emperor by relying on this pair of dogs, so he opened his mouth and shouted: "Ahh

However, as soon as the roar started, there was a sudden light cough that shook Lu Ren's internal strength, and the tiger roar that had just been sent out was directly interrupted. Lu Ren abandoned the hand, fighting the internal force in the meridians, and slapped his palms towards the master's chest, and the strong palm force directly imprinted his body, the master dodged, dropped the bag with both hands, grabbed the Son of Heaven with one hand, smashed the carriage with the other, and lightly stepped on the broken car with his toes, and floated into the air with the Son of Heaven.

Hong Chen, who was fighting with the three Nine Swords Heavenly Guards outside, heard the sound of Luan's driving, thinking that Lu Ren's assassination was successful, and turned his head in surprise, only to see a man in black with fluttering black hair flying into the air with a man in a golden dragon robe. The man in black obviously didn't have wings, but he seemed to be able to fly, and his feet didn't make any movements in the air, and the man in the dragon robe rose higher and higher, flying over the five-story pavilion, and still flying higher, as if he was about to climb the bright moon.

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