The guard named Zheng Qi was in Jinxiang Palace in Longcheng for many years. He had never seen a prince kill someone, and even he was rarely seen holding a knife. In his impression of him and all the people of Zhao, the sword that the prince carried on his body all day was just an ornament.

However, at this moment, he no longer thought so. Although his body had been injured many times, Zheng Qi did not feel afraid or pain at all. The blood in his chest was surging, and there was only one thought.

"Even if you are crushed to pieces and suffer the disaster of thousands of swords, you will let the prince escape safely!"

Chu Jiangmian, who fought with him, naturally couldn't guess what he was thinking. It was indeed the first time he had such a fierce fight. But he didn't seem to be unfamiliar. Compared to swords, the long sword is indeed a powerful weapon for killing. However, the situation today is very bad. Thirty-six strategies are better to go!

With one knife, the blade broke through the siege of several soldiers, and the blade slashed through one of them. In the painful screams, he finally took a gap. Chu Jiangmian couldn't say anything, and pulled Zheng Qi, who was slashing and killing randomly, and jumped away.

"Stop him! Don't let him run away."

Angry shout came from not far away. Chu Jiangmian glanced past him in a hurry, and he clearly saw the figure of Nangong Qi, the domineering prince of Wei. But he didn't know the gorgeously dressed young man next to him.

Since these people want to kill themselves, there is nothing to say. For people like Nangong Qi, it would be strange if he would give up easily.

Chu Jiangmian had already seen the retreat. At the northwest corner of the dense forest they walked out, there was a steep slope filled with rocks. It was only a few dozen feet away from this fighting field. As long as you retreat there in the shortest time, relying on the complex terrain, you might be able to get rid of these well-trained Wei soldiers.

However, neither Nangong nor Nie Wushuang would let him escape so easily. Seeing that Chu Jiangmian was able to escape from the siege and strangle of the soldiers, the two of them could no longer remain calm. With the sword in their hands, they shouted loudly to the soldiers, and they would catch up with them no matter what, and they would never let them escape from this area.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the pursuit was like a tide behind me. In the bushes and thorns, Chu Jiangmian had never run so fast, and of course he had never experienced such a mess as he is now. Compared with life, his legs were scratched by thorns, which was nothing.

If he hadn't taken care of the injured Zheng Qi, he could have run faster. But now it's not possible. He could not leave the person who protected his journey thousands of miles to escape. Fortunately, these ambushers' feather arrows were shot all, otherwise they wouldn't be able to escape.

Chu Jiangmian was secretly grateful. He did not worry about Jiang Xueer's safety. Since he saw Lao Ji's ability with his own eyes, he had absolute confidence in the person who was the coachman. That's why he made a quick decision and asked Lao Ji to protect Jiang Xueer and leave first. As long as there was no worries, even if the ambush was powerful, he believed that as long as he acted according to the opportunity, he would still be very sure to escape safely.

The distance was not far, and it was just a blink of an eye. Chu Jiangmian felt wider in his heart. Because he saw that his judgment was indeed correct, he only understood more clearly when he arrived in front of him. The terrain here was very steep, with rugged rocks blocking the road, and they were all connected dozens of feet high. There was only one person in the narrow place or even in the middle.

"Little Prince... go quickly!"

A few swords and swords were clamoring behind him. Just as he was about to turn around and call Zheng Qi to pass the stone wall in front, Chu Jiangmian had already heard his shout in his ears. Then, suddenly, his palm was empty, Zheng Qi broke away from his arm, swung his knife and slashed it quickly, forcing the dozen soldiers chasing him. Then he rushed over with his shoulders. Chu Jiangmian couldn't stand the force, and leaned back, holding the narrow stone wall with his hand and couldn't help but retreat. He felt that his arm was rubbed by the rocks, which hurt a lot. When he stood up, he found that he had already passed through the narrowest passage just now. Then at the end of several flat giant rocks, there was a valley.

For a moment, Chu Jiangmian seemed to have a premonition, and he didn't care to observe the surroundings anymore. He hurriedly turned around and shouted, "Zheng Qi, come here quickly, there is a way out."

However, amid the sudden fierce fighting sounds that suddenly arose at the other end of the stone wall passage, he heard Zheng Qi's desolate laughter.

"Little Prince, don't worry about me! I can't hold on for long... You guys can go quickly! Come on, you guys, killing... Grandpa fights with you! Hahaha!"

The Zhao State Guard Zheng Qi, this burly man covered in bruises, used his body to tightly block the only place where he could pass. Facing the Wei State soldiers who rushed up frantically, each with one sword, and an iron-blooded battle!

The dazzling sunlight shone through the cracks of the stone wall and began to be dyed red by large pieces of blood. These burning colors seemed to be their original color. Chu Jiangmian's face was pale and slashed on the stone wall with one knife, but he could not rush over to help.

And what was even more angry than him at this moment was Nangong Qi. The prey he surrounded was nowhere to escape, but he didn't expect that he suddenly disappeared. Only the guy who was like a mad tiger blocked the direction of their pursuit. He didn't expect that Chu Jiangmian was so cunning. If he delayed for a while, he might really let him escape.

After a quick look, Nangong Qi dragged his sword and leaped over the soldiers. This stone wall composed of a mess of huge rocks blocked the direction of his advance and stretched for hundreds of meters. Although he could still take a detour to chase, it was too late. If Chu Jiangmian died today, there would be endless troubles.

Hei Sha, the leader in commanding the armored soldiers, now his eyes were almost turning blood red. He didn't understand why the guy in front of him was still alive? During this moment of fierce fighting, he only slashed three times on the opponent, but the burly man leaning against the stone wall still did not fall down, and he was still stubbornly swinging his sword to fight back.

If the injuries suffered before were included, the Zhao State Guard might have been covered with wounds, right? Even one of his arm was cut off, but he was not dead! Seven or eight armored soldiers were lying at his feet, all of which were killed by him with one knife. This kind of tragic tragedy of fighting for life with his life was even scared of death, even the Wei State Guards who were not afraid of death could not help but feel creepy.

The other party did this just to use this incomplete body and the blood that had not yet flowed out to exchange for his master as much as possible for more time to escape. Facing such an opponent, Hei Sha, who never killed people without blinking, also felt the knife in his hand tremble slightly.

He entered the opponent's left chest with a knife. Heisha very much hoped that this extremely tenacious opponent would fall down. That might not cause a devil in his heart to kill him again. However, he heard a cold laugh and the light of the knife flashed in front of him. Heisha didn't have time to withdraw his knife, so he took a few steps back and avoided the fatal knife. He snatched the sword of a soldier, and was about to rush over to the other party's life. A strong murderous aura fell from the sky, and with one knife cut off the man's other arm.

"A bunch of waste! Killing someone is so troublesome. If Chu Jiangmian escapes, no one of you has to go back to Daliang!"

When all the soldiers heard Nangong Qi's stern scolding, they felt ashamed. When Heisha was about to say something, he suddenly saw the Zhao man with all his limbs grinning. Blood gushed out of his mouth flowed on the knife in his chest, mixed with the blood in his wounds, spreading silently on the stone wall. His blood finally flowed, but there was still a strong bone.

"The destiny of my little prince is not something you can kill! Hahahaha..."

The laughter stopped abruptly. Nangong slapped the blood beads from the blade and glanced at the head that he had just cut off, and his face became very ferocious.

"Go to chase with all your might! Those who take Chu Jiangmian's head will be rewarded with tens of thousands of gold!"

The soldiers who were eager to answer their orders put the headless corpse of the Zhao State guard far away. Then they quickly passed through the narrow passage and continued to chase forward. They had already been stimulated by the blood and the reward of ten thousand gold, and turned into hungry wolves. No matter where the prince of Zhao State ran, they would go through the entire Zhongyue Mountain without stopping!

Chu Jiangmian actually didn't run much. He had just run down this steep slope and was intercepted before he even entered the valley. There was only one person blocking his way. However, this was his destined enemy.

"I didn't expect that Zhao State had such a loyal warrior. However, even if he tried his best to save his life, he might not be able to save you!"

The young noble man in gorgeous clothes stood at the entrance of the valley, emitting a cold murderous aura all over his body. He smiled faintly and drew out his swords. This was the result he wanted most. Only when Chu Jiangmian died in his own hands could he live up to the prophecy of his master Qishan ancestor!

Chu Jiangmian covered the sadness in the corner of his eyes. In front of the enemy, no emotion should be had. The only thing he should have was the courage to fight! He should cherish the opportunity for escape for Zheng Qi to exchange for his life. Only by returning to Longcheng alive can he be worthy of his hot blood.

"Who are you?"

"Kill your person!"

"The person who killed me has not been born yet. Do you want to be reborn again?"

"Haha, your words like this can only prove your stupidity... Chu Jiangmian, is this your last words before your death?"

Nie Wushuang had murderous intent in his eyes, but his face was very happy. Even the bravest man who fought with a knife, he could only wait for death in front of him, let alone the unarmed Chu Jiangmian? He practiced hard for more than a dozen years deep in the Daqi Mountains of the Western Qin Dynasty, and his martial arts cultivation was no less than that of any top master in the world.
Chapter completed!