With an order, seven or eight armored warriors jumped off their horses and rushed to the carriage. Use Ruokan Novel Reader to read tens of millions of novels, completely without ads!
However, just when everyone was approaching the carriage, a burst of murderous shouts came from the valleys on both sides like a flood, frightening all the armored warriors.
"Yes... he is a warrior from Fengyun Kingdom!"
Seeing the clothes of the visitor, one of the armored warriors who ran towards the carriage shouted loudly.
"What? People from Fengyun Kingdom actually know about this..."[
The officer leader named him widened his eyes almost in disbelief and murmured to himself:
"Could it be... Aojunxie..."
Immediately, he jumped on his horse, not caring that the armored warriors accompanying him were being surrounded by dozens of enemies falling from the sky, turned his horse's head, and ran away.
However, just after running three steps away, the army horse under him suddenly let out a painful scream, tilted his body, and rolled to the ground together with the man and the horse.
Just as he stood up, before he could pull out the sword at his waist, a cold string had already wrapped tightly around his neck.
In front of him, a man wearing a black cloak and holding a black guqin stood in front of him like a ghost.
"You...you are not Aojunxie..."
The leading officer's eyes widened, and he made several panicked sounds in his throat. However, before he finished speaking, a clear and crisp sound like tearing strings suddenly sounded next to his ears... and then everything fell silent.
"Wait a minute..."
In the car, the hoarse voice of the old man rang out quickly, as if he had just delivered a blow to the leader, which had already left him broken and weak.
However, it was too late. By the time the old man staggered out of the car, the body of the general who had just been trying to escape had fallen to the ground stiffly, with his eyes still wide open.
From the throat, dark red blood is gurgling...
"well……"
When the old man saw the leader who had been decisively eliminated, he shook his head with regret.
Just as he was about to return to the car, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the masked man standing proudly next to the general's body, looking at him up and down quickly. His eyes were full of incredible light.
To be more precise, the old man's eyes fell on the ink-colored guqin in the hands of the masked man!
There are only a handful of people in the world who can recognize this guqin!
"I didn't expect... I haven't seen you for a long time, and you turned into such a cold-blooded killer! What a shame!"
The old man looked at Qing Kuang's back and murmured.[
For a moment, Qing Kuang felt that the old man's voice was quite familiar.
"Do you know who I am?"
Qing Kuang shouted coldly, turned around and looked at the old man in the car, and was suddenly surprised.
"The string ink in your hand was given by my own hands, so why don't I recognize it?" the old man said in deep thought.
"Ming Qianhe..."
The name suddenly popped up in Qing Kuang's mind.
To her, these three words were both strange and extremely familiar! She never expected that the person escorted on this mission would be this old man with mysterious whereabouts and weird behavior, Ao Junxie's master.
On the side, the disciples of the mercenary regiment who had finished cleaning up the battlefield had come forward. Due to the sudden attack just now, and the instant encirclement of dozens of people, this small group of cavalry was completely annihilated. The disciples of the hurricane regiment suffered almost no damage.
These fledgling disciples were filled with excitement and pride.