Jia Rong snorted coldly, and beheaded the oncoming man in black. Having been on the battlefield for many years, Jia Rong naturally contained a sense of arrogance. This is a kind of dignity that belongs to the winner. The little thief, let Jia Rong
I felt huge shame.
"Kill!" contains twelve points of strength. This sword is enough to crack mountains and crack rocks. It cuts the masked man in half in half under the stunned eyes. Blood flows all over the ground. The violent scene makes the elite masked men attack.
After a slight pause, they have killed countless people. This is the first time they have seen such a scene. It turns out that people can die in such a way. The eyes of many masked people looking at Jia Rong are no longer so eager. With such a person
Fighting, but fear without fighting.
The dense crowd of masked men around him gave Xiren a lot of courage. Thinking of the benefits of killing the person in front of him, he shouted and rushed towards Jia Rong.
The leader of the masked men seemed very dissatisfied with the situation, handed over the command to his deputy, picked up a ring-headed knife and came towards Jia Rong.
This kind of momentum is very familiar to Jia Rong, as Zhang Liao, Jiang Yu and other powerful generals have it.
Setting up the green sword, Jia Rong took a stance, using his bare hands to fight on foot. He had few opponents in the Xiliang army. If he couldn't deal with a thief, he would be laughed at.
"Ding", the swords intersect and sparks fly.
Jia Rong took a close look at the green sword in his hand and secretly thought that it was a good sword. On the other hand, looking at the masked leader, the sword in his hand actually showed a crack under the huge force.
Jia Rong was never soft-hearted towards his enemies. With a flick of his green sword, he stepped forward to bully him.
After five rounds, the ring-shou knife in the hand of the masked man leader could no longer be called a knife. The tip of the knife flew to an unknown place in the violent impact. The place where it was touched by the green sword looked like saw teeth, which looked shocking.
.
Taking the weapon handed over by the masked man, the leader relentlessly came to kill again.
The opponent had a large number of people, and Jia Rong also wanted to fight quickly. He used the military body fist and the green sword in his hand to throw the leader to the ground in three moves. With a roar, he started running away with the lone wolf soldiers and Wang Yue and Zhao Yun.
The dense crowd of masked men around them became the biggest obstacle to escape.
The masked men's offensive was very fierce. They rushed towards Jia Rong regardless of life and death, stepping on the corpses of their companions. Zhao Yun followed Jia Rong closely. Wang Yue, Liu Si and others had long been overwhelmed by the huge crowd of masked men.
Zhao Yun shouted sharply and used all his strength to lead Jia Rong in a charge. He opened a gap in the dense crowd of masked men and rushed out.
Jia Rong, who wanted to escape for his life, was not something that these assassins could catch up with. Within half an hour, the masked man had been thrown out of sight. On the other hand, Zhao Yun was the only one left, and the rest were under the powerful offensive of the masked man.
He fell into the sea and was submerged in the sea of people, his life and death unknown.
"Lord, the assassin won't catch up in a short time." Zhao Yun said with a slightly red face.
Jia Rong nodded and took a deep breath. He didn't expect that he would be so embarrassed after getting to this point.
"Find something to eat first, and then continue on your way. As long as you get back to Chang'an, you'll be fine."
Jia Rong simply bandaged the injuries on his legs and hands.
"Lord." Zhao Yun shouted loudly when he saw Jia Rong was injured.
Jia Rong waved his hands and said: "It's just some minor injuries, nothing to mention."
Zhao Yun guarded Jia Rong with tears in his eyes. As the leader of the Blood Guard, he felt very guilty for causing his lord to be injured.
The minor injuries on his body did not affect Jia Rong's actions. He showed Zhao Yun how to survive in the wild, starting from scratch. Jia Rong only spent an hour, and then sat on the grass leisurely eating fresh grilled fish. Jia Rong felt
Extremely comfortable.
Zhao Yun also woke up from his surprise. Suwen Lone Wolf soldiers fought, and their assassination abilities were all trained by Jia Rong. It was true. Zhao Yun thought that he could go to the Lone Wolf team to have a look after he returned.
After losing the horse, the speed of the road suddenly slowed down a lot. To be honest, Jia Rong was not used to this kind of life. It was like a person who went out all day and had a car to pick him up, and suddenly let him go. This feeling can only be felt by others.
Only then can you feel it.
"Lord, there is a village ahead, where you can go and stay for a night." Zhao Yun said excitedly,
"Stop calling me Lord, call me Young Master."
Zhao Yun understood and bowed his head and promised, anything could happen.
"You don't need so many etiquettes. Let outsiders see it. They can understand the strangeness with a little thought."
After briefly dealing with the blood stains on their bodies, Jia Rong and Zhao Yun walked into the village.
Zhao Yun has a handsome face, which makes it easy for people to like him. That night, Jia Rong lived in the village. Looking at the dilapidated houses, Jia Rong couldn't help but think of Lijia Village. The houses there were also dilapidated, but they made people feel good.
It feels warm to recall it.
The night in the village was very quiet. Jia Rong put on a coat and walked out of the house, facing the breeze.
Suddenly, a little fire not far away attracted Jia Rong's attention.
Dots of fire were like winding fire dragons, slowly coming in the direction of Jia Rong, occasionally mixed with noises.
Zhao Yun hurried to Jia Rong's side and said: "My lord, it's midnight and the person who comes is not good, so we have to leave."
Jia Rong couldn't help but feel a little angry. In Jingzhou, the only person who could mobilize so much power at once, apart from the big family in Jingzhou, was Liu Biao, and the only one who knew his identity was the Sun family in Jiangdong. "Could it be that the Sun family and Liu Biao are uniting to conquer themselves?"
Put to death?" Such a thought suddenly flashed through Jia Rong's mind.
"Let's go, hide aside and take a look!" After cleaning up casually, the two of them hid not far from the village.
In the shadows, there were about a hundred soldiers holding weapons, constantly interrogating the people in the village.
After killing two common people in a row, a white-haired old man looked lovingly at his grandson behind him and pointed to the place where Jia Rong lived before.
Hundreds of people swarmed up and surrounded the place where Jia Rong lived. After searching for a while, the leader was obviously dissatisfied with the result. After setting fire to the house, he pointed his knife at the villagers.
Seeing the villagers falling into a pool of blood one by one, Jia Rong gritted his steel teeth, looked at the soldiers with eyes filled with blazing anger, and his hands creaked with anger.
"Lord, the other party has a large number of people, so we should leave here first."
Jia Rong was very depressed about who in Jingzhou had such great strength, and actually found out everything about him. After walking no more than ten miles, more than a hundred people appeared in front of the road again, dressed in the same costume as the assassins Jia Rong first encountered.
His face was covered with black cloth, he had a sword in his hand, and he carried a bow and arrow on his back.
"Lord, these people are probably dead soldiers of the noble family!" Zhao Yun whispered.
Jia Rong laughed at the man in black and said, "Who asked you to kill me? Do you dare to tell me your name?"
One of the masked men appeared and said in a low voice: "There is no harm in letting others know about the dying person."
"Jingzhou Mu!"
"Do you know who I am?" Jia Rong asked, and he was not surprised that the other party reported Liu Biao.
"Hahaha, who in the world doesn't know the general?" After saying this, the masked man behind him took off the bow and arrow from his back and pointed it at Jia Rong and the others.
Jia Rong suddenly realized that Liu Biao was probably the only one with such strength in Jingzhou. However, regarding Liu Biao's ability to gather information, Jia Rong felt chills running down his spine. His whereabouts were known to everyone, so he was probably Xian Lian.
The lone wolf soldier in the pavilion can't do anything like this at night.
With a "clang" sound, the green sword was unsheathed. Jia Rong held the sword with both hands and took the lead in rushing towards the masked man who was speaking, capturing the thief first and the king first.
The masked leader sneered and ducked into the middle of the masked men. The arrows in the hands of the masked men who were ready to go were also heading towards Jia Rong.
"Ding ding ding" Jia Rong managed to avoid the masked man's bow and arrow without any risk, but due to the rolling movement, his already somewhat tattered clothes became even more miserable.
Seeing that the world-famous general was so embarrassed under his own offensive, the masked leader let out a hearty laugh, pulled out the sword from his waist and pointed it in the direction of Jia Rong, and fired another dense burst of arrows.
The strength of the masked men is not inferior to that of the infantry of the Xiliang Army headquarters. They have clearly undergone rigorous training. Although their cooperation is not as good as that of the Xiliang Army, their individual combat capabilities are not to be underestimated. Killing
A masked man, and more masked men came forward. Gradually, Jia Rong became a little weak. Zhao Yun had a spear in his hand. The masked men in front of him were naturally not a problem, but he thought of Jia Rong.
safety, always look sideways
"Tsk", Jia Rong's leg was cut with a long sword, and blood overflowed.
He gritted his teeth and struck a sword with his backhand. In the shocked eyes of the masked man, the green sword cut his head, staining the sky with blood. The surrounding masked men were also frightened by the bloody side and were a little dazed. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jia Rong, a laity,
He rolled to the side of the grass and ran away.
A long arrow was shot in the direction of Jia Rong, hitting his back and falling to the ground.
The masked man leader handed the bow to the masked man beside him with satisfaction, and motioned for a masked man to come forward.
When Zhao Yun saw this situation, he shouted loudly, picked up a masked man with his spear, yelled angrily, and used it as a weapon to throw at the masked man who was charging towards him, trying to rush to Jia Rong's side.
However, the masked man was like an unconscious monster. One of his arms was chopped off, but he still staggered forward.
Jia Rong spit out a mouthful of blood and felt his heart was clogged. He stood up unsteadily and continued running forward. Seeing this, Zhao Yun felt relieved a lot.
The masked man leader looked at Jia Rong, who was still running with the arrow, an imperceptible smile on his lips, and nodded to the soldiers beside him.
Three people were killed with one sword. Zhao Yun swung his sword and killed two more masked men. The spear had long been discarded aside. On such a narrow battlefield, holding a long sword was more lethal.
The masked man's offensive paused for a moment. Zhao Yun looked around to find Jia Rong's figure. There were enemies everywhere on the battlefield, but there was no sign of Jia Rong. He roared and charged towards the masked man's leader, his long sword flying, and the people around him roared.
The masked man looked at Zhao Yun in fear.
The leader of the masked men is not an easy person. With a wave of his hand, the masked man who was ready to attack came forward to meet him, and Zhao Yun's pressure increased sharply.
A masked man ran to the leader and whispered something softly. The leader yelled angrily, glanced at Zhao Yun in the field hatefully, and called the masked man to start retreating. Jia Rong was nowhere to be seen.
It was the news brought back by the masked man. The leader did not believe that Jia Rong would disappear out of thin air. Zhao Yun became more and more courageous as he fought on the battlefield, charging in his direction from time to time, which made the leader slightly feel chilled.
