In Huaiyin, in a forest in the south of the city, a group of eight people dressed as merchants were hurrying forward. They didn't look very rich, but everyone was rushing forward in a hurry, as if they were afraid of being cut here.

Suddenly, the square-faced man in Tsing Yi who was walking in front stopped, turned back to the person behind him, "We don't have to run again, people are waiting for us." ”

A young man in green clothes walking in the middle was shocked when he heard this, and couldn't help but say loudly, "Here you go again?"

The square-faced big man nodded, and the other five big men also showed helpless expressions.

"Old friends, come out!" shouted a young man dressed as a scholar beside the young man in green clothes, "Since you are here, you should meet each other, right?"

"Haha......" A wild laugh accompanied by more than a dozen black-clothed people falling from all sides surrounded the eight people, one of whom said, "It's worthy of Young Master Leng, it's really courageous!"

The young man in white was Leng Qiuhe who accompanied the prince on patrol, the young man in green was the prince Zhu Jianshen, and the other six were the masters of the brocade guards who accompanied the guards.

As soon as Leng Qiuhe heard it, he knew that the person who spoke was the person who laughed just now, judging from the laughter and voice of this person, this person was about fifty years old, and his internal strength was quite hot, "Your Excellency knows our identity, and you dare to come here to intercept it......!"

"Hurry up and get out of the way, aren't you?" the old man interrupted Leng Qiuhe's intimidation------ they had heard this sentence more than a dozen times in the past few days, "No way, Young Master Leng, 'take people's money and eliminate disasters for others', we and the others are all people who lick the knife and live their lives." Since you have accepted this transaction, you should complete it perfectly so that the customer is satisfied. ”

It sounds like it's really a professional killer, Leng Qiuhe said in his heart, but he always felt that something was wrong in his heart.

"Two. I'm sorry!" The old man in black said and took a step back, making a gesture with his right hand, and then a dozen masked men stepped forward.

With a "bang", the six brocade guards unsheathed their sabers at the same time.

"...... you?" the masked old man exclaimed, and more than a dozen masked killers were also so shocked that they retreated a little------ the pursuit of the previous few days, they barely fought back, just blindly evaded.

"Mr. Zhao, please let us die like a man. We are Jinyiwei, and we have our duties and dignity!" the square-faced man at the head spoke.

"They know?" The prince, who was protected by Leng Qiuhe's backhand, muttered in a low voice. Leng Qiuhe was speechless, just quietly paying attention to the development of things.

Several masked killers hesitantly looked back at the masked old man "Mr. Zhao".

"Alright, fulfill them!" Mr. Zhao ordered.

The six brocade-clothed guards shouted, and at the same time raised their knives and slashed out, fighting with all the black-clothed men holding narrow swords, Leng Qiuhe saw the vacancy, helped the prince to rush out of the melee, stood still under a tree, and then turned back to watch the battle, they knew that if they didn't settle these black-clothed people, or "Mr. Zhao", the two of them would not be able to escape at all.

The six Jinyi guards are all carefully selected masters, but those black-clothed people are not mediocre people, they are actually comparable to the Jinyi guards, Leng Qiuhe can see that the six Jinyi guards are all holding the heart of death this time, and they are all offensive and undefensive, otherwise they would not have held on for so long with one enemy two or three enemies.

"Autumn River. The prince behind him stabbed Leng Qiuhe, "They don't seem to be able to support it." ”

Leng Qiuhe nodded.

"Hurry up, Qiuhe!" the prince stabbed again.

Leng Qiuhe silently should not.

"Leng Qiuhe! this palace orders you!" the prince shouted.

Leng Qiuhe was still silent.

The prince was furious, drew his sword, and was about to go out in person.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, focus on the overall situation. If Your Highness doesn't want to have no successor to the Ming Dynasty, it's better to bear with it. Leng Qiuhe said behind him.

The prince was stunned when he heard this, and then said, "If you endure it any longer, you will die!" But he still stopped.

"For your safety, this is also a last resort. Leng Qiuhe said lightly.

The prince is usually so decisive, but at this time he has no idea: I don't know whether to make a move or hold back first. After thinking about it, he turned around and faced the tree, not wanting to see his own people bleed.

Sure enough, the six brocade guards fell one after another, and the masked man also had the quality of a killer----- their wounds were all in the throat, heart and other vital parts, killing with a sword, killing in an instant, giving the deceased a painful pleasure. However, even so, the masked man also paid a corresponding price----- three dead and two injured, after all, the desperate fight of the six Jinyi guards was not a joke.

"Mr. Zhao" didn't look at the corpses and injuries of his subordinates, and said to the prince, "The old man sees that the two are also people with status, so let's make an exception today: the two self-judges---- the customer wants a head!"

At this time, the other black-clothed men had almost returned their narrow swords to their sheaths, and at the same time looked at the extremely respectable two trapped in the field with compassion.

Leng Qiuhe stepped forward, squatted down in front of the corpse of a brocade guard, groped around him for a while, took out a waist card, and said, "I'm also a guard!" Although his voice was a little trembling, it was extremely firm. As he spoke, he put the waist card into his arms, and bent down to build a sword of a dead man in black, "As long as someone Leng still has a breath, I won't let you hurt His Highness!" After that, he held the hilt of the sword with trembling hands, the tip of the sword turned outward, and he took two bold steps forward.

Seeing this, the people in black couldn't help but laugh in their hearts: after all, he was a scholar, and he couldn't even hold a sword. They overlooked the fact that they were within the best attack range of the Leng Qiu River.

"Mr. Zhao" also smiled, "How about it, Young Master Leng? to hold the sword with the hand that is used to holding the pen, is it a little unaccustomed?"

Leng Qiuhe calmed down when he heard this, his hands stopped trembling, and then he crossed his sword to his right hand and shook it, "It feels good." ”

The masked "Mr. Zhao" wanted to taunt a few more words, but suddenly felt that something was wrong---- he seemed to be quite skilled in throwing his sword just now.

But time didn't allow him to think about it too much, because Leng Qiuhe had already made a move, and he saw that he had a fluttering body and strange swordsmanship, shuttling between the killers who didn't have time to react.

"Mr. Zhao" is also a foot away from the nearest killer, even if he fights hard to save his subordinates, I'm afraid it will be too late, but he is less than three feet away from the prince. So he quickly made a decision: while Leng Qiuhe was still fighting with the killers without his intentions, he had to subdue the prince in one fell swoop.

Having made up his mind, "Mr. Zhao" drew his sword and attacked the prince, who had apparently noticed his actions and had already stood silently defending with his long sword in hand. The prince believed that he still had the power of one blow, and one blow was enough, although it couldn't inflict any blow on the other party, it was enough to buy time for Leng Qiuhe to turn around and save himself.

But Leng Qiuhe, who was raising his sword to stab at the last assassin, didn't think so, and he wouldn't let the prince fight "Mr. Zhao". If he could, he would never give the crown prince a chance to take the risk himself.

I saw that his figure remained unchanged, his left hand was raised, and six diamond-shaped darts were facing "Mr. Zhao".

As soon as "Mr. Zhao" saw the hidden weapon coming towards his right, he quickly stopped his body and shot down the dart with a sword swing. But he saw that the dart suddenly circled to the right, and instead rushed towards him from the left.

"Huifeng Jiu changed hands"! "Mr. Zhao" was taken aback. You must know that the Huifeng Nine Changing Hands is a unique "Huifeng Tang" in the Jiangnan area, and the hidden weapon used to use this record can rotate around the target for nine weeks, but it can't be guaranteed which circle it will hit the target----- of course, it depends on the skill and intention of the practitioner. The hidden weapon used in this move is generally a special flying knife, which is more convenient and more suitable for "Huifeng Nine Changing Hands".

But Leng Qiuhe shot a diamond-shaped dart, the most common diamond-shaped dart on the rivers and lakes, and he played it with his left hand in a hurry, which shows the depth of his skills and the proficiency of his techniques.

It is undeniable that the diamond-shaped dart is not suitable for the "Return Wind Nine Changing Hands", and the strength of the hidden weapon that was hit with the left hand in a hurry is not very good. Because when the six darts circled "Mr. Zhao" for the fifth time, the momentum was exhausted, and "Mr. Zhao" swept aside with his sword.

"Mr. Zhao" also knew that his goal of holding the prince hostage could not be achieved, because Leng Qiuhe had already stood with a sword in front of the prince.

Almost at the same moment, more than a dozen masked killers fell down one after another, and two or three let out a final scream, but the last killer covered his throat with his right hand, and blood flowed down his hand from his throat, and he slowly fell.

"Mr. Zhao" knew in his heart that although his subordinates were indeed a little underestimated just now, they would not be slaughtered by others. This only shows one point: the Wen Zhuangyuan in front of him is an absolute master.

"Lord Leng," "Mr. Zhao" said, "The yellow sheep is pretending to be good, even the old man has looked away, and he didn't even see that there is such a master by the prince's side!"

"Ha, that's easy to say!" Leng Qiuhe snorted, "I don't know what Mr. Zhao is called, it can't be surnamed 'Mr.', right?"

"Well, there's no need for that. If I die, a name will have no meaning to a corpse, and if you die, the prince will fall into my hands, and my name will still have no meaning to you. So let's not talk about it. However, the old man did not know one thing: Lord Leng is so skilled, why didn't he draw his sword earlier? In this case, with a few brocade guards, you will have a few more chances of winning, and you will not let them bury their lives in vain. ”

When the prince heard this, he also looked at Leng Qiuhe, and he also wanted to know the answer in his heart.

"Well, there are many reasons," Leng Qiuhe smiled, like a gentleman explaining the problems in his studies to his students, of course, if there were no more than two dozen corpses around and the three of them with swords in their hands, this situation would be more appropriate, "First, you can attack them unprepared, and win by surprise: second, you can settle you down first, and don't make a move, so that you can subdue those people you brought in one fell swoop." But neither of these points is important, the most important thing is: I want to fulfill them. In this way, they don't have to be so miserable, and they don't have to live so tired. ”