On another cliff on the border line about a mile away from Dou Huaien and the others, Fu Hongxue and Jiang Bingchuan stood.

Jiang Bingchuan found Fu Hongxue.

Fu Hongxue did not follow the same path as Dou Huaien and others.

He slowly drifted off course. He doesn't like to walk around too many people. When chasing enemies, he especially doesn't like to walk around too many people.

Now, he held his knife and quietly looked at Yan Zhengyi in the distance below with Jiang Bingchuan.

I can't kill Yan Zhengyi today.

Even if Fu Hongxue and Jiang Bingchuan rushed down, even if the hundreds of party cavalry did not make a move, Fu Hongxue and Jiang Bingchuan at this time were not the opponents of Yan Zhengyi and the thirty or forty masters around him. Rushing down will only be sent to death in vain.

"Mr. Fu, don't leave it at that. Thank you sir for your advice. Jiang Bingchuan sighed softly and said to Fu Hongxue. Jiang Bingchuan knew that he and Fu Hongxue were not all the way. Fu Hongxue wouldn't like him to walk beside him all the time. His identity does not allow him to follow Fu Hongxue all the time.

This time, you can't kill Yan Zhengyi. It's time to separate from Fu Hongxue.

For what to do next, Jiang Bingchuan already had some plans in his heart.

Jiang Bingchuan will rush back to Fengmingzhuang first. Fu Hongxue said something about knife techniques, Jiang Bingchuan wanted to tell his younger brother. Jiang Bingchuan believed that that passage would definitely be useful to his younger brother. The Jiang family will need Jiang Zheng to protect it in the future.

Then, Jiang Bingchuan prepared to leave the customs. Out of the West Liangguan. The place to join the party. His mission is not yet complete.

The God of Wealth Chamber of Commerce has some secret business dealings with the party. Not many people in the Central Plains know about these exchanges. Even among the God of Wealth Chamber of Commerce, not many people know about it. Jiang Bingchuan happens to be one of the few people.

One of Jiang Bingchuan's purposes for the God of Wealth Chamber of Commerce to sit in the northwest is to be responsible for ensuring that no one in the northwest area harms the interests of the God of Wealth Chamber of Commerce. Some of these interests include the secret business between the God of Wealth Chamber of Commerce and the party.

Jiang Bingchuan is in the place of the party, and there are some shadows. Now, it's time to use these shadows.

Jiang Bingchuan believes that since a person like Yan Zhengyi has been working hard for so long, he will not escape from Xiliangguan and enter the party's land, and he will not just die incognito. Yan Zhengyi must have some other moves. As long as Yan Zhengyi has a move in the party's place, Jiang Bingchuan's shadow son can find him.

As long as Yan Zhengyi can be found, Jiang Bingchuan will be able to find an opportunity to kill Yan Zhengyi. As one of the rich and wealthy, if assassination is used, Jiang Bingchuan has this confidence.

Fu Hongxue didn't speak. He leaped down the cliff.

It is unlikely that the party wants to come up from this cliff. The person standing on the cliff wants to jump off this cliff, but it is easy. It's just a leap away. A single leap is enough to break a person's bones. But Fu Hongxue has a knife in his hand. As long as he borrowed the knife in his hand on the cliff a few times, Fu Hongxue couldn't die.

Jiang Bingchuan shouted: "Mr. Fu!"

Then, after seeing a mound not far from the bottom of the cliff, he killed a group of men.

There are not many people. About fifty people. Fifty masked men. It's all a foreign costume. They are all extremely strong men. All on horseback. The first two of them held a bright silver spear.

As soon as these fifty men appeared from behind the mound, they rode straight to the place where Yan Zhengyi stood.

Fifty people, fifty horses, horses like flying, people like dragons, murderous, directly kill Yan Zhengyi.

Yan Zhengyi raised the spear in his hand, turned the horse's head, and led the people around him to retreat quickly.

Yan Zhengyi recognized the two masked men with bright silver guns in front of him. Although they were masked, Yan Zhengyi recognized their figures. Yan Zhengyi knew that the people from Shenwei Fort were here again.

Yan Zhengyi did not want to fight them. In his current state, if he were to be entangled by the two masked men with the shining silver spears, he would be pierced through the body by the bright silver spears in the masked men's hands in a matter of turns.

Someone will deal with the remnants of these Kamwei Castles.

The party cavalry moved.

Three hundred party cavalry rushed forward against fifty masked men.

At a short distance of one or two miles, both sides were cavalry, and in an instant, the two teams were close at hand.

The masked man's team fires a crossbow. When the crossbow sounded, more than a dozen party members planted from their horses. Then, like two torrents, one large and one small, the two teams crashed into each other with a bang.

The range of the crossbow is too short. The masked man's team had only time to fire a crossbow once before they had to raise their guns or draw their knives.

The two masked men led by flashed silver guns, and several oncoming party members fell in response to the guns. Then, the cavalry of fifty men was surrounded by the remaining more than 200 party cavalry.

Cavalry against cavalry, masked men against the brave party cavalry, they failed to kill the party in the first place.

The masked men's ranks are also starting to fall.

It's an unequal fight.

This is not only a martial arts fight between the Jianghu people and the Jianghu people, but also a battlefield battle between the outnumbered cavalry and the cavalry. Here, there are no fancy shelves. Here, there is only a single blow that kills the opponent with a stab and a slash.

The 300 party cavalry who came to meet Yan Zhengyi were all the bravest party warriors who had been carefully selected.

In a matter of moments, more people fell from both sides.

The masked man's ranks are too small. Each time a masked man falls off his horse, the enemies the other masked men face are multiplied.

Fu Hongxue was in a hurry. He had fallen under the cliff. He dragged his stump and swept away.

He knew who those masked men were. Those people once saved his life in Fengmingzhuang. He owes them.

Jiang Bingchuan also jumped off the cliff. He didn't know why he was doing it. He knew that even if Fu Hongxue killed him, even if there were these fifty masked people, they might not be able to kill Yan Zhengyi today. Because Yan Zhengyi can continue to escape. The farther Yan Zhengyi escapes, the safer he will be today.

Two masked men armed with shiny silver spears fought their way out of the encirclement. After costing at least seven lives, the masked men's team covered the two masked men and fought their way out of the party's cavalry.

The two of them, two horses, and two guns killed Yan Zhengyi, who stopped again.

Yan Zhengyi's face showed a cruel smile.

He shook the spear in his hand, and gently tweaked his horse to meet the two masked men with bright silver spears. Several of Yan Zhengyi's subordinates stopped him to the death. Then, Yan Zhengyi's remaining subordinates rushed towards the two masked men armed with bright silver spears.

The battlefield was divided into two parts. One is two masked men armed with bright silver spears against about thirty of Yan Zhengyi's subordinates. The other was the remaining less than thirty masked men fighting against the remaining one or two hundred party cavalry.

Fu Hongxue's speed was even faster. He changed his plundering to plundering. Where he skimmed, blood was spilled all the way. It was blood from a wound on his body.

Like a black madman, he swept into the battlefield of the masked men and the party cavalry. He wielded a knife. Where the knife starts, he cuts horses, he kills. In an instant, he cut down at least ten of the war horses of the party members, and cut off the heads of more than a dozen party members, but he also had two more wounds on his body.

He is still rushing forward. He was going to rush to the two masked men with shiny silver guns. He knew that two against thirty, and unless a miracle happened, those two masked men had no chance of winning. The last remaining ones around Yan Zhengyi must be the masters of the masters.

Jiang Bingchuan also entered the battlefield of two groups of cavalry. He wielded a soft sword, and could not cut a horse. So, he only kills.

He kept rising, piercing the throats of one party cavalryman after another with the soft sword in his hand.

However, he was also injured again. His waist was cut by Murong Jixiang, his left abdomen was poked by Murong Jixiang, and his heel was hit hard by Murong Ruyi's Ruyi. Running all the way, he didn't get any rest. Now, these injuries have affected his leaps and shots. Moreover, Jiang Bingchuan is a killer. He was very unaccustomed to this kind of battlefield where the two sides were entangled and fighting.

Jiang Bingchuan's back was slashed by a party cavalryman. Although Jiang Bingchuan returned his sword in time and pierced the throat of the party cavalryman, the scimitar in the hand of the party cavalryman still slashed Jiang Bingchuan's back. This stroke is at least two points deeper. Jiang Bingchuan became a bloody man. The blood on the front is the enemy's. The blood behind it is his own. It's still flowing.

Two masked men armed with bright silver guns were also in distress.

The thirty Yan Zhengyi's subordinates who faced them were indeed the masters of the masters. As soon as the two sides engaged, two masked men armed with bright silver spears were forced off their horses. The war horses under them were shot down by two large canopy weapons in a single flash.

Now, they are caught in the fight between the masters of the rivers and lakes.

The two masked men armed with bright silver guns have extremely high marksmanship, but there are too many opponents, and they are all high-skilled, battle-hardened Jianghu masters.

The masked man who made the Yang family's marksmanship stabbed three opponents down was swept in the back by an iron crutch. He spurted out a mouthful of blood. The master who swept him with the iron crutch weighed at least sixty pounds. The crutch that hit the masked man did not have the power of a thousand gold, but also had the strength of hundreds of catties.

Another masked man with a bright silver spear was struck in the shoulder by a meteor hammer after killing five of his opponents. The Meteor Hammer is not big, but it makes the master of the Meteor Hammer extremely fast. The speed of the meteor hammer is also extremely fast. After being hit in the shoulder, the masked man's shot began to slow down.

They are facing more than 20 masters.

If no one came to help, Fu Hongxue, Jiang Bingchuan and all the masked people would have sprinkled their blood on this place not far from the eagle's beak cliff today.