Murong Jinglun failed to kill the enemy. He was only worried that the movement would be too loud and attract people from the Fengqi camp. He no longer wanted to fight, waved his palms to force the opponent back, and tried to escape.
No matter how Nurhan was willing to let him go, the big knife slashed at him fiercely. Murong Jinglun panicked and dodged, and the blade struck the wooden eaves with a clang.
There was a loud noise, and the wooden eaves shattered.
Many martial arts people on several floors had been awakened, and the generals of the Fengqi Battalion who were on duty at night had also heard the sound and rushed out with lanterns.
"what happened?"
"There's an assassin!"
For a moment, there was chaos on and off the boat.
Murong Jinglun's heart tightened, and he immediately concentrated on his right hand and faced Nur Khan's knife straight away.
He was injured, so he shouldn't use his true energy too much, but at this time, he couldn't care so much.
Fight for the treasure map, for the treasure!
Nurhan's strength was far inferior to him, but it was only because he was injured that he could compete with him. He felt a strong chill from the knife go straight into his chest and lungs, and he took a few heavy steps back.
Murong Jinglun also took this opportunity to jump out of the battle circle, climbed up to the raised cornice on the second floor, and wanted to jump from the deck onto the boat.
Shen Fengchu and Yun Chu had already come to the window, sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight, seeing that Murong Jinglun was about to escape, how could she give him a chance.
She shouted loudly as she jumped out of the window.
"Catch them quickly, they stole the treasure map!"
Murong Jinglun was shocked when he heard her voice in mid-air.
She wasn't in a coma?
Could it be that this is her trick?
While he was thinking about it, someone had already rushed forward diagonally downstairs.
"Where to escape!"
With a sharp shout, a long sword was slashed out from below.
The sharp long sword danced in the night, and the person who drew the sword was none other than Lin Jiamu from the Lin Family Sword Pavilion.
In fact, Lin Jiamu had been hesitating whether to steal the treasure map, but he was afraid of Yunchu's unpredictability and did not dare to take action rashly.
There was something on his mind, and he couldn't sleep. He was sleeping in the house. When he heard Yunchu shouting that someone had stolen the treasure map, he immediately rushed out to stop him.
If you can take the opportunity to get the picture, it will be a wonderful thing. If you can't get it, at least you can't let others take it away.
On the third floor window, Yun Chu unceremoniously threw out the darts from his sleeve. The darts with ribbons spread out like butterfly wings. The two Wala warriors who were fighting with Ye Daoye were immediately hit by her darts. With slow movements, Ye Daolin's judge pen came up with one stroke and immediately knocked the two of them away.
The two screamed and fell to the deck. Ye Daolin made a neat somersault in the air to avoid Yunchu's darts, turned around and ran away.
Yun Chu never gave him a chance to escape. With a flick of his finger, the missed dart spun in a circle, turned into a thorn, and wrapped around one of Ye Daolin's ankles.
Snapped!
In mid-air, a writing brush flew out like an arrow and pierced Ye Daolin's heart.
Naturally, it was Shen Fengchu’s handiwork.
Without looking at him, Yun Chu flew downstairs.
At this time, everyone in the Fengqi Battalion, led by Shangguan Wuji, had already rushed onto the deck and the corridors on several floors. Lights also lit up in other rooms, and people rushed out.
"Prepare arrows!"
Yun Chu landed on the eaves of the second floor and gave orders loudly.
At this time, several people from the first and second floors flew out to help Lin Jiamu. While they were taking action, she was naturally happy to watch the show.
Murong Jinglun avoided Lin Jiamu's sword and quickly looked around, a strange color flashing in his eyes.