Suddenly, a low, desolate trumpet sounded, at first as light as a woman's whimper, and then gradually became heavier, and the voice seemed to be getting closer and closer, like the mournful cry of the wind.

"Alert!"

Next to the prisoner's car, a young Jinyi guard suddenly roared! I saw countless sharp arrows shuttling out from the bamboo forest, whizzing...... In an endless stream. In an instant, the people turned on their backs, and some unlucky Jinyi guards were killed on the spot, and the soldiers guarding the prisoner car screamed again and again.

"When ......" Yanling knife out of the sheath, some brocade guards slapped their horses up, and people rushed into the bamboo forest like Feihong.

The swords were intertwined in the bamboo forest, and dozens of black-clothed masked guests came out, one by one, who was as strong as a dragon, and it seemed that they were all good at the rivers and lakes.

The brocade guard who shouted out the guard at the beginning had long eyebrows, it was Ye Xipeng. Five years have not left any marks on his face, but the eyebrows that originally wanted to spread their wings seem to be slightly lowered. At this time, his eyes were like electricity, and he looked around like a wolf.

Although many brocade guards had died, he was still expressionless, and the long blade at his waist had not been pulled out.

Suddenly, a wind chime-like knife sounded.

In an instant, the sword flashed, and several brocade guards snorted and fell to the ground from their horses. After the man killed the brocade guard who blocked the road, his body was as light as a swallow, and he approached the place where the prisoner car was left in a few breaths. Don't say that those soldiers, even if they are Jinyi Guard, are not his enemies, the long knife in his hand is like a great light, pervasive, and he is either killed or injured.

"Ah......h

The screams continued, and several big heads gurgled to the ground.

Seeing this, Ye Xipeng "dang" the Yanling knife on his waist came out of the sheath.

Ordinary people's knives are as white as a mirror, and the forest is as cold as snow, but the knife in Ye Xipeng's hand is dark all over, and even the blade is not opened, as simple as a freshly cast knife embryo. But Ye Xipeng's true anger moved, and dark red lines faintly lit up on the dark knife body, like blood vessels in the human body, all over the knife body.

When the masked knife man saw it, he exclaimed, "Shocking Knife?"

The next moment, I felt the ghost cry and howl, and a pitch-black magic blade cut through the sky.

"Slash!"

An extremely simple word burst out of Ye Xipeng's mouth.

But this word fell into the ears of the masked swordsman, as if the sky and the earth were snowing, and his body was cold to the bone. His flying figure slowed down involuntarily, and the long knife in his hand let out a soft sound.

Like wind chimes in the desert, crisp and moving.

"Boom ——"

One black and one white, two long knives intertwined.

The strong true qi of the two also collided together, and their energy flew up, and the soldiers around them were vigorously pushed away. Even the prisoner cart outside the car was dumped to the side, and the fierce horse neighed, wanting to run wildly. The brocade guard of the royal horse didn't think about it, the long knife on his waist was in his hand, from top to bottom, "bang", blood rolled, and a big horse's head fell to the side.

"Bang Dang"

The prison van also came to a complete standstill.

"Go and rescue the Governor!" the masked swordsman shouted, he had just made a move with Ye Xipeng, but he was in pain, knowing that he was incapable of the enemy. Now he can only drag Ye Xipeng desperately, and the others will have a chance to save Governor Hu.

Ye Xipeng sneered, and didn't seem to care about the prisoner car at all.

The pitch-black knife was like a heavenly punishment, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder when it fell together. Although there is no trace of blade, it embodies the truth of great ingenuity.

Although the masked swordsman was faster than him, his knife skills were also sharper. But Ye Xipeng's knife is as heavy as a mountain, no matter how ever-changing, it is incomprehensible, he falls from a knife, and nothing can be cut.

Ye Xipeng's knife was better than a knife, and the masked swordsman retreated step by step, his hands were already blurred with blood, and his body was even more shocked, and he suffered internal injuries.

Fortunately, although there were many officers and soldiers, they were still inferior to those heroes he contacted in terms of martial arts, and groups of people had already rushed up to rob the prisoner car.

"Click"

The prisoner's cart was opened by a masked man, "Your Excellency the Governor, we're here to save you!"

The old man in the prisoner's car was disheveled, his clothes were tattered, and he looked very embarrassed. Such a bad old man can be seen almost everywhere in the entire Ming Dynasty, if it weren't for being escorted by so many officers and soldiers, who would have believed that he was Hu Zongxian, the governor of Zhejiang, Nanzhili and Fujian military affairs.

"Stand down!"

The old man's voice was not loud enough, but it was unusually powerful. At this moment, it was as if the governor who had been wiped out in the midst of laughter and laughter had returned.

"Lord Governor!"

The masked men had red eyes, and one of them wanted to come forward and pick up the old man and take him away. But the old man just waved his hand, and under his scattered hair, a pair of eyes were unusually bright, "This official...... The old man has been favored by the emperor for nearly 30 years, do you want the old man to be the chaotic minister and thief today?"

"My lord, the traitorous ministers of the court are in charge, and the Taoist Emperor clearly wants your life this time!"

"Shut up!" the old man was furious, "go, you all go!"

"Kill ......"

While the masked man was still hesitating, the Jinyi Guard and other officers and soldiers didn't care about anything else, and surrounded and killed again.

"Take the Governor with you, and I'll stop them. ”

For a time, the sword and sword shadows, flesh and blood flew.

"When"

The masked knifeman's knife was knocked out, and his heart sank to the bottom, full of coldness. He saw that the Governor had not yet been rescued, and the two sides were still entangled, and his heart became colder and colder.

At this moment, he thought of looking for Jiangxi hero He Xinyin, but he was closed. He thought of the Quanqingzi Daoist of Ge Soo Mountain, but his young apprentice did not arrive at the appointed time......

Everything will be over, death, he is not afraid, but the Governor did not save him, how can he be willing!

"—— Chop"

All things in heaven and earth cannot be cut!

On Ye Xipeng's knife body, the dark red lines seemed to be covered with a layer of blood.

It's too late, it's fast, and when the long knife was about to slash at the masked swordsman, there was a "whoosh", and a little cold light hit Ye Xipeng's long knife heavily.

"Ahh

Although the knife was deflected, it still cut off one of the masked knifeman's arms.

"Leave it alive!"

This was an old man in brocade with a white face and beard, and no one noticed when he appeared. But Ye Xipeng heard his unusually shrill voice, and his face condensed slightly!

The old man in brocade didn't care whether Ye Xipeng agreed or not, and seemed to feel that there was no need to explain anything to a thousand households in brocade clothes. His shrill voice came out again: "Kill the others!" As soon as his words fell, more than a dozen figures flew out from both sides.

All of them were dressed in brown clothes, wearing pointed hats, and a pair of cloud boots on the soles of their feet were unusually snow-white, which was the notorious Dongchang Fanzi. One by one, they were holding a scimitar more than two feet long, and they were vigorous, and they seemed to be three points more powerful than those brocade guards. The masked men could have been able to confront the officers and soldiers, but as soon as these Dongchang fans attacked, they suffered heavy losses, killing and wounding several people in an instant.

Ye Xipeng looked at this scene, shocked and angry in his heart, but his attitude towards the old man in brocade became more and more respectful.

Jin Yiwei is no longer the Jin Yiwei of the past.

"Da Da Da ......"

A horse suddenly galloped from a distance, and there seemed to be a figure creeping on the horse's back.

Ye Xipeng and Jin Yiwei's eyes instantly fell on the horse, and soon, the horse came a few feet away. The old man in brocade sneered and was about to step forward, when suddenly, a figure rushed out from the side of the official road.

"Be careful!"

The old man in brocade was a step slower, but Ye Xipeng noticed that there was no one on the horse at all. And the target of the person who suddenly came out was the old man in brocade, Ye Xipeng raised his eyebrows, it stands to reason that he could choose not to save it, but he did not hesitate and stepped out.

"Bang-"

In an emergency, Ye Xipeng slapped the man, only to feel that the other party's true qi was majestic, like rivers and seas, surging.

"Stomp ......" he took a few steps back.

By the time the brocade-clothed old man reacted, the figure had already come to the masked knife man and lifted him on his back.

"What a thief!" The old man in brocade was angry and anxious, he never thought that someone would dare to attack him, if it wasn't for Ye Xipeng to save him, I am afraid that he would have already fallen on the road. He twitched his hand, and the cold light flashed on his waist, and it was a soft sword. "Brush brush brush ......" The sword light was cold, like a snake spitting letters.

The figure let out a low cry, and a cold light burst out.

What a fast sword!

Ye Xipeng once saw the sword of the "Thousand Rivers Breaking Stream" Jiang Wanli in the capital, his sword danced and splashed the water, and the thousands of swords and hundreds of swords could cut off the river. But compared to this person's sword, Jiang Wanli seemed to be a little slower.

It's just that although he hasn't seen this swordsmanship, he vaguely feels a little familiar with this person's figure.

Sure enough, the old man in brocade clothes can also be called a good hand in the rivers and lakes, but he only feels cold all over his body, and all the points around him are faintly exposed to the sword light. His expression couldn't help but change greatly, and he hurriedly retreated.

That figure obviously did not have too much entanglement, carrying a masked swordsman, a little toe, a person like a flying swallow, across a few zhang away, the light work is really amazing, the long sword in his hand struck, like a thunder dancing silver snake, where he passed, people turned over on their backs, and screamed endlessly.

"Let's go!"

The masked people who were originally few left followed closely one after another, fought their way out of the encirclement, disappeared into the mountains and forests on the side, and disappeared in front of the old man in brocade and Ye Xipeng.

"Poor don't chase. Ye Xipeng looked at the figure of the man leaving, thoughtful. He looked at the prisoner cart again, the prisoners inside were still there, and he didn't need to pay too much attention to the masked people.

Although the old man in brocade clothes wanted to catch those masked guests so that he could find out some clues, when he thought of that person's swordsmanship, he looked at Ye Xipeng's pale face, and couldn't help but say: "Ye Qianhu, thanks to you this time, otherwise our family is afraid that we will fall into the way of others." ”

Ye Xipeng was about to speak, "poof", spit out a mouthful of blood, and then said slowly: "Father-in-law is polite, it is Ye who wants to fight with him without his strength, if he changes his father-in-law, that person is afraid that he will only be caught." ”

When the old man in brocade heard this, he smiled and said, "Ye Qianhu has won the award, and that person still has some strength." He looked around, his eyes suddenly constricting. The man broke through just now, and everywhere he passed, everyone wailed, but everyone had their right arm cut off, and this scene had to make the old man in brocade feel cold.

What kind of swordsmanship this is, that person is afraid that he does not want to kill him, otherwise the sword wound is not on the arm, but on the neck.

The old man in brocade thought of this and didn't want to mention the man's martial arts again, and said with a smile: "This time Ye Qianhu has made a great contribution, and our family will report to Huang Gonggong." ”

Ye Xipeng hurriedly thanked him and said, "All of this is thanks to my father-in-law's help." ”

"Ye Qianhu really can speak, our family likes it. The old man in brocade said with a smile. "Your credit this time, our family is in our hearts, next time if there is anything, you can come to bother our family. ”

Ye Xipeng didn't even dare to say it, and said secretly in his heart: "This mouthful of blood has finally not been vomited in vain." He was not injured, and the mouthful of blood just now was just deliberately spit out for the brocade-clothed old man to see. Jin Yiwei is now under the jurisdiction of the East Factory, although he is a thousand households, but if there are no one or two fathers-in-law of the East Factory as the backstage, not only the future is bleak, let alone the revitalization of Jin Yiwei.