Pei Zheng turned over and sat back on the horse, looking up at the mountain with flashing swords and sword shadows and shouting and killing, with a look of contemplation on his face.

Although he has a strong foundation, his martial arts cultivation is only the Yi Jing Realm after all, and in the case of life and death fighting, he will kill three or five blood exchange realms, and no matter how much he does, he will have the risk of losing himself.

Lin Xing, as a lieutenant general of the Praetorian Guard, has good strength in his own right, and has brought more than 20 missions above the Blood Exchange Realm to escort him.

If even he can't deal with the enemy in ambush, even if he rushes up and fights, I'm afraid it won't help.

No, I'm a scout, and the scout's main task is to deliver messages.

Rather than rushing up to fight the enemy, I should have rushed back in time and told Wen Feng the news that there was a fierce battle in Zhaopo Mountain.

Pei Zheng spent three breaths to find an excellent reason for himself, and without hesitation, he turned his horse's head and galloped back.

When Pei Zheng rushed back to the place where the carriage was, he suddenly found that this battle was inevitable for him.

Hundreds of meters away, Pei Zheng clearly saw twenty-three men in white, armed with strong crossbows, attacking the carriage while circling around.

Ten mission guards armed with improvised shields and covered by horses to protect the carriage.

Who would have thought that the other party would actually use a plan in a plan, summoning the ambush of Po Mountain is a plan, and transferring the tiger away from the mountain is another plan.

The comparison between the chief and deputy envoys of this mission and the behind-the-scenes pursuers is simply unsightly.

fully explained to Pei Zheng what it means to be a god opponent and a pig teammate.

If I knew this was the case, I shouldn't have taken this job.

Pei Zheng was resentful in his heart, and exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, he didn't expect that a person like himself, who had been fighting with the Hu people in the wild for many years and had an extremely keen sense of danger, would also have a day when the car overturned.

didn't have time to think about it, Pei Zheng took out a strong crossbow on the back of the horse behind him, pulled out three short arrows quenched with poison, wound them, lightly clamped the horse's belly between his legs, and ran to the left side.

At this time, the white-clothed man besieging the carriage also spotted Pei Zheng, who was approaching in a roundabout way.

One of the leader-like men waved his hand, and the man in white immediately divided into three horses, dropped the powerful crossbow that shot arrows, and greeted Pei Zheng.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on Pei Zheng's face, he bent on horseback, turned around and left.

The three horsemen got the order of their own leader, so they naturally chased after them.

After running for about 100 meters, Pei Zheng suddenly looked back, raised the strong crossbow and pulled the trigger.

The three short arrows were mixed with the low sound of the air tearing, and they rushed towards the man in white who was closest to Pei Zheng.

The man subconsciously leaned to the left, and at the same time swung his scimitar, slashing at the short arrow.

Unfortunately, his movements were far more sluggish than his thinking, and three short arrows pierced his body, sending a series of blood beads into the snow.

The man in white who was hit by the arrow suddenly stiffened and fell from the horse.

The other two white-clothed men were startled when they saw this, lay on their horses, distanced themselves from each other, and made a detour to kill Pei Zheng on the left and right.

Pei Zheng, who had an effective blow, stared at the two white-clothed men who were gradually approaching with a serious expression, and unhurriedly filled the three short arrows, and struck at the horse where the man on the left was sitting.

The thief captures the king first, and the thief shoots the horse first.

The two of them were lying on horseback and it was not easy to hit, and Pei Zheng was too lazy to gamble on luck to shoot people, so it was better to target the huge horse.

Three short arrows, one missed, one hit the horse's leg, and finally plunged deep into the horse's neck.

The horse, which had suffered a heavy blow, pounced forward and fell to its knees, and the man in white on horseback rolled out, although he was embarrassed, but he was not injured.

At this time, the third man in white was less than fifty meters away from Pei Zheng.

Pei Zheng chuckled, casually hung the crossbow behind the horse, and brazenly drew his sword and rushed towards the person on the right.

In terms of horse warfare, as long as the opponent's realm does not exceed the realm of blood exchange, Pei Zheng has not been afraid of anyone.

Although it was far away, the third man in white who rushed over did not give Pei Zheng an extreme sense of danger, so it was unlikely that the other party was above the blood exchange realm.

Fifty meters is too short for a rider who is good at riding.

For two knights who were better ridden and eager to kill each other, it was even shorter.

In an instant, Pei Zheng, who was holding the long sword with his fingers, encountered the other party, easily swinging the scimitar of the third man in white, and slashed horizontally through his abdomen.

The sharp blade easily cut through the white sheep's jacket worn by the man in white, cut through the tough and thick leather armor under the sheep's jacket, and cut through the soft belly where a lot of fat was stored.

The third man in white was almost cut in two by Pei Zheng's sword, and blood spurted out, spilling a piece of snow on horseback.

With the blood flowing together, there was also the strength of the man in white, he just looked back at Pei Zheng with a shocked face, and fell straight to the ground.

Pei Zheng shook the blood droplets on the tip of the sword, and shook his head slightly, just changing blood for a small success, it is really weak.

Not far away, the second man in white who lost his mount ran half with a scimitar in his hand, and when he saw Pei Zheng kill the third man in white in one face, his face turned pale, and he quickly turned around and ran.

Seeing this, Pei Zheng sighed slightly, Run, have you run over the horse?

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves behind him, the second man in white, who knew that he couldn't escape, suddenly turned around and slashed behind him with a knife as if he was frantically.

It's unsightly.

Pei Zheng commented, avoiding the opponent's scimitar, and the long sword slashed through his neck.

Yijin Realm martial artist, it seems that the strength of the pursuer is not strong.

At this point, the three white-clothed men who chased and killed Pei Zheng were all wiped out.

Pei Zheng rested for a while, put the three short arrows into the crossbow again, and rode his horse to the carriage battlefield.

The man in white was still firing arrows at the carriage, as if he was sure that the envoy guards would not dare to leave the carriage to fight with him easily, and his behavior was somewhat unscrupulous.

Compared with the calmness and unscrupulousness of the man in white, the situation of the mission at this time is very bad.

The rain of arrows continued, no matter how good the shield was, it could not be shielded in all directions, and four of the ten mission guards had been hit by arrows, although they were not critical, but the poison on the arrows was gradually making them lose their combat effectiveness and vitality.

On the contrary, the scouts who were lying in the snow and covered with war horses were not harmed for the time being.

In terms of cultivation alone, they are worse than the embassy guards, but in terms of life-saving skills, they throw the mission to guard a few streets.

Pei Zheng looked to the south, but did not see the shadow of Lin Xing and the envoy guards who were taken away by him, and it was estimated that he was still entangled with another wave of people in Zhaopo Mountain.

If Lin Xing can't rush back in time, the mission will be in jeopardy.

Pei Zheng forcibly expelled the idea of escaping from his mind, walked in the direction of the man in white for a while, and tried to draw out a few more to kill.

However, the enemy is not at all as stupid as the villain in the novels that Pei Zheng read in his previous life, and he gave the protagonist heads in batches.

When the leader of the white-clothed people saw Pei Zheng returning alone, he snorted extremely dissatisfied and angry in his nose, and said a few words loudly to a tall white-clothed man beside him.

The tall man in white looked sideways, his eyes full of murder.

Under the gaze of his eyes, Pei Zheng actually felt a sense of fright.

This person must be a martial artist above the Blood Exchange Realm, otherwise it would never be possible to give himself this feeling.

When Pei was speculating about the strength of the other party, the tall man in white locked his eyes on him, and rushed towards him on horseback.

Dangerous, unbeatable, quick to escape.

Pei Zheng had all kinds of thoughts in his heart, and without saying a word, he turned the horse's head and ran for his life in the direction of Zhaopo Mountain.

The carriage was full of self-protection, and the only ones who could deal with him were Lin Xing and the guards he brought over.

I don't know what the result of the battle of Zhaopo Mountain was, no matter what, if you want to save the lives of Wen Shilang and the prince of the grassland, you can only rely on Lin Xing's help.

Timely delivery of information is the unshirkable mission of scouts.