The sun is still hot, and the afternoon is about to pass, and hot wind is blowing in the wilderness. Along the post road, Iron Sky Eagle gallops on horseback. In the distance, you can occasionally see the same galloping figures, passing through the mountains and ridges, and some are still far away.

Looking from afar on the slopes. After leaving the capital, passing through Zhuxian Town and heading to the southwest, the view has become desolate, but a different kind of excitement has quietly arrived.

Because of such a major event as the assassination of Qin Siyuan, gods from all walks of life came.

Tie Tianying did not believe that the Green Foresters running around here were all individual travelers. More than half of them must have had their own purpose. This right-hand man made too many enemies at first. When he was in power, he might have even friends and enemies. After his fall,

If there are no more friends, they are all enemies.

The Green Forest people who came to kill him did it to make a name for themselves. The forces behind all parties were either seeking revenge, annihilating black materials, or keeping an eye on possible black materials to prevent them from falling into the hands of others. Or, they were trying to prevent Qin Siyuan from killing him.

Before leaving, make a bottom-up on his hidden power, lest he have any backup plans... All these reasons may arise.

But no matter what the overall reason is, none of the chief arresters want to see Qin Siyuan killed in the capital city. Even if the entire court secretly applauds him after his death, there are still some people who want to be punished openly.

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As they were running like this, several Green Foresters behind them took advantage of their good horses and chased after them. When they passed by the policemen, those who knew them even greeted Tie Tianying with a cup of their hands, and then looked towards him excitedly.

As the south gradually moved away, Tie Tianying gritted his teeth, whipped his whip more frequently, and sped up the pursuit. Looking at the retreating figures, he cursed in his mouth: "Damn it, I don't know whether to live or die..."

Ahead, he had not yet caught up with Ning Yi and others.

A little further south, next to the small post station next to the post road, dozens of galloping horses were circling, with several bloody corpses scattered around. Ning Yi reined in the galloping horses to look at the corpses. Chen Tuozi and other veterans jumped off their horses to check, and someone jumped up.

Go up to the roof, look around, and then point in a direction from a distance.

The sun shines over. It is no longer dazzling...

In a patch of grass on the field, crowds of people were running and fighting, and blood was dripping everywhere. The one-eyed general held a knife in both hands and slashed and slashed. His body was stained with his own blood and the enemy's minced meat. He looked like a tiger coming out of the gate. Around him,

Sixty-seven people, led by private soldier Xu Xiaohu, withstood the assassinations all the way and fled here.

The two escorting government officials had long been abandoned, and the assassins attacked. This was a real risk of death, not a small fight between ordinary gangsters. Qin Shaoqian fled all the way, trying to find Qin Siyuan in front of him. More than a dozen people came from nowhere.

The assassin was still chasing behind him along the grass.

"Let's go!"

"Where to go?" A voice came from far away, and in the view to the east, a bald monk was running quickly. Before the person arrived, the voice that came had already revealed the opponent's strong cultivation, and the figure broke through the sea of ​​grass, like a

He cut through Zhanlang and quickly closed the distance, while his followers behind him were even far away. Xu Xiaohu, who was beside Qin Shaoqian, also came from the Baidao martial arts world. He could tell at a glance that the opponent was powerful and shouted: "Quickly!"

A group of people were also running towards the southwest. In front of the field of vision, another group of people appeared and were coming here in a hurry. The monk behind them ran quickly and arrived in an instant. He waved and threw away a group of people.

The assassin who was blocking the front and didn't know whether to take action attacked Qin Shaoqian and others from behind.

The last soldier suddenly shouted and slashed with all his strength with the steel sword in his hand. This was the sword technique used in the battle formation. Regardless of life and death, he slashed out with the light of his sword and moved forward indomitably. However, that monk was really too powerful.

They faced each other head-on and broke the soldier's steel sword inch by inch. The soldier vomited blood, and his body and the fragments of the sword flew in the air, and the opponent immediately chased after him.

"Hahahaha!" I heard him laughing loudly from behind, "The poor monk Tunyun! I only want to take the lives of the traitorous prime minister and his family! Those who know how to understand, get out of here!"

The distance is approaching!

Qin Shaoqian and others ran all the way, not only evading pursuit, but also looking for the whereabouts of his father. Ever since he knew the seriousness of this siege, he understood that enemies might be encountered everywhere within a radius of more than ten miles. They ran towards

When we were walking ahead, we saw a figure coming from the side and in front, so we turned slightly. But the group of people, either on horseback or on foot, were approaching in the blink of an eye.

Qin Shaoqian held the knife in both hands and roared suddenly. In the blink of an eye, figures mingled with each other, and a woman's voice in the air said: "Hmm. Swallow the clouds?" The monk also shouted: "Get away!" The woman's figure was like breasts.

Flying like swallows in the sky, the two swords whirled silently, soaking in the air.

Yuanyang Knife!

The woman fell into the grass, and the force of her two swords was like running water, like a whirlpool, even pressing a circular area in the long grass. Monk Tunyun suddenly staggered in the direction, and his huge iron sleeves flew into the air, but the light of the opponent's sword was almost

She passed by his sleeve. During the meeting, both sides exchanged moves, but did not touch each other at all. Monk Tunyun was about to search for the identity of this young woman from his memory, when a young man unexpectedly

Knowing when he appeared, he was walking from the front. The young man's eyes were steady and calm, and he said: "Hello."

The fist wind is coming!

It was a simple and extremely simple fist. It rushed towards his face from bottom to top. There was no sound of breaking the wind, but it seemed that the air had been pressed against the fist. Monk Tunyun was shocked, and a pair of iron sleeves fiercely

Block it with a smash.

Huge force surged in, making an extremely dull sound. Tunyun took advantage of the momentum to escape far away, and his body swayed two feet away before he stopped. At the same time, the assassin sent by an unknown family from behind had already lowered his body to catch up. Someone was catching up.

Jump out of the grass!

Ahead, riding on horseback, a one-armed middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat raised the long knife behind his back. The long knife was drawn in the air, red as blood. The middle-aged man drew the knife upwards, and it slashed down like flowing water.

A knife. The assassin who rushed towards him seemed to be heading towards the blade. With a pop, his body was split into two pieces and rolled down in the grass. The smell of blood filled the sky.

There were several people around who drew their swords, "ding", and there were a few simple sounds. Only the figure of the woman wielding the two swords quickly moved into a circle, and the blades swam like a painting, drawing countless blood lines in the air. She rushed into her.

The assassin in the warning range turned around and was stabbed countless times. He fell in the grass and his blood stained the ground red.

In the blink of an eye, six assassins were killed, three were wounded, and the rest all fled around.

Tun Yun's eyes swept over this group of people, and the thoughts in his mind gradually became clear. There was a girl in the middle of the cavalry. She was wearing a veiled cloak, a floral skirt, and a long box behind her. She was clearly that person.

The domineering swordsman Liu Xiaobiao. The one with a broken arm next to him is Du Sha, the towering sword. The woman behind him is Ji Qian'er, the Yuanyang sword. The one who just swung that powerful punch was Chen Fan, who was rumored to have killed Sikong Nan?

The remnants of the Holy Duke...

In the previous battle to kill Fang Qifu, Monk Tunyun had already met them. This time when he went to Beijing, Tunyun also knew that there was a mixture of dragons and snakes here, and that all the world's masters had gathered here, but he really didn't expect that.

These evil stars are here too? How dare they come?

But now that he's here, it's no longer a question of why he dared to come. As soon as he thought about it, the girl in the floral skirt opposite also recognized him. She tilted her head slightly, and then patted the box behind him!

The sword is unsheathed!

The girl grabbed the giant blade and jumped off the horse, turning around and rushing towards this side. Monk Tunyun had already begun to retreat. The girl turned around in a circle, and her steps became faster and faster, and then circled again. Tunyun

The monk turned around and ran away, and the sword wind roared behind him and struck fiercely.

The giant blade was thrown out directly by the girl. The blade whirled in the wind and flew straight to Tunyun against the tip of the grass. Monk Tunyun was also a master of Qinggong. He ran faster and faster, and his body flew into the air. The long blade flew out of him.

It passed under him, spun around a few times and landed diagonally on the ground. Monk Tunyun fell down and ran quickly.

Throw the Tyrant Sword as a hidden weapon. Even a carriage from the front will be smashed into pieces. No expert would dare to catch it randomly. If the Tyrant Saber can be pulled out and taken away after falling, it may be able to kill the opponent, but swallowing

How could Yun dare to carry the knife and run away now? He ran forward, and over there, a group of younger brothers were rushing towards him:

"Boss Tunyun"

"Let's go!" Monk Tunyun flew past them like the wind. The group of people quickly turned around to follow. Further ahead, someone shouted: "Which hero on the top of the mountain?" Those who said this were actually a group of people from Beijing.

Come on, there are about twenty or thirty riders. Tunyun shouted: "Rebels! There are rebels over there!"

The chief catcher Fan Zhong, who was rushing forward, was confused. Seeing this group of people running past, they also ran towards that side. The distance got closer, and in front, a woman pulled out a sword on the ground and carried it on her shoulder.

He was stunned for a moment. Then the woman's eyes behind the bamboo hat narrowed into a dangerous line.

Fan Zhong was also stunned. He drew his sword with his backhand and knocked his legs: "Drive! Give it to me." In the capital city, he unexpectedly encountered a tyrant and a rebel! This is a real big fish! When he spoke in his mind

, almost without thinking, the policemen behind also subconsciously accelerated, but just after the blink of an eye, Fan Zhong had already forcefully tilted the horse's head: "Let's go! Don't stop fighting! Let's go!"

On the opposite side, the cavalry led by Du Sha and others also rushed over.

Ba Dao Liu Xigua, Chen Fan, and a large group of remnants of the Shenggong clan suddenly appeared here. Even if it was within the boundaries of the capital, if thirty agents were to feed them head-on, there would not be any scum left!

While running away, he took out the fireworks arrow from his arms and pulled out the stopper.

A ball of fireworks flew into the sky with a loud noise and exploded.

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Blood-stained hills.

A body was thrown onto the boulder with a bang. Blood was flowing and it was broken into pieces without a human shape. There were corpses all around.

The huge monk stood in this sea of ​​blood.

Zhuji's guards have all fallen. Most of them are dead forever. Those who open their eyes are only dying. Several young disciples of the Qin family have also fallen, some are dead, and some have broken limbs.

Ku Ku**, these were all casually beaten by Lin Zongwu when they rushed up. Among the injured Qin family children, the only one who was not injured was named Qin Shaoyu. He originally had a good relationship with Gao Muen, but later he was impressed by Qin Siyuan.

He followed Ning Yi in Beijing for a period of time. When the Jurchens attacked the city, he helped out in the Youxiang Mansion and was already an outstanding messenger and coordinator.

He used to admire Ning Yi very much. He had a broken leg, vomiting blood at the mouth, and his face was as white as paper, but he was still trying hard to crawl towards Lin Zongwu.

Tian Donghan was still alive. He was squirming and struggling on the ground. He held the long knife and stretched it towards Lin Zongwu with great effort. Not far ahead, two old men and a middle-aged woman had already got off the carriage. The old man was sitting on the carriage.

Standing on a stone, looking this way quietly, his wife and concubine stood on each side.

A middle-aged man named Ji Kun picked up the long knife on the ground and walked towards Lin Zongwu. He was the most important steward of the Qin Mansion and was responsible for many dirty jobs. His appearance was cold, but in fact, he did not know how to use martial arts.

, just a pure ordinary person.

"You are all persons of distinction, and I do not wish to exterminate them all..."

Ji Kun struck him on the head with a knife. Lin Zongwu did not blink, but the knife could not go in. The next moment, he waved his sleeve, and the long knife turned into debris and flew into the sky.

"I..."

Ji Kun's expression remained unchanged. He picked up another knife and struck it on top of his head. Lin Zongwu maintained his identity and had already given way to one knife. At this time, anger bloomed in his eyes and he waved his hand violently. Ji Kun's figure was like a cannonball.

He flew out and hit his head on a rock. His body fell to the ground and died.

Qin Siyuan looked at Ji Kun's body, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, but his expression did not change.
To be continued...