Seeing the three of them heading down the mountain to kill, Lu Qinghou, who was sitting on the car behind him, urged: "What are you looking at? Come on, hurry up, we must take it down..."
Seeing everyone swarming after them, Lu Qinghou looked at the trio while waving his fan and sighed: "Why is it so weird..."
It is not easy to fight among tens of thousands of elites and thousands of military masters, especially when Ying Wuming doesn't want to kill anyone.
But fortunately, the opponent can only besieged from all four sides, so the strength on one side is still limited.
The three of them were able to break out of the encirclement, but they were not willing to let go, and they chased them closely.
Fortunately, Ying Wuming and Jiu Mengzi were both highly cultivated, and after dozens of miles, they finally managed to get away from their pursuers.
Ying Wuming's physique was abnormal, so even if he carried Jiang Fan, it wouldn't be a big deal, but Jiu Mengzi was panting from exhaustion.
It took a long time to catch his breath, and he shook the empty wine gourd with a look of regret: "Tsk, tsk... five kilograms of burning knives... I said, why don't you let the killer come out, otherwise it won't be all burned... …”
He was quite resentful.
Jiang Fan snorted: "Don't worry about it. Just do your work this time. I'll let you drink enough when I get back. If you don't do it well, you won't go to the wine cellar in the future."
After drinking the fine wine from the palace, how could he drink the wine outside? Not letting him into the wine cellar would be like killing him. This was unacceptable. The sloppy scholar immediately said with a grimace that he would do a good job.
"I said, it doesn't make sense why that Lu Qinghou intercepted you..."
"Your brain has been numbed by alcohol. What can you think of? This thing... is particularly interesting..."
Suddenly the sloppy scholar's ears twitched: "Stop being funny now and run away quickly, the pursuers are coming soon."
Just as the three of them were about to set off, another one or two thousand people in front of them suddenly rushed out of the dense forest.
"Damn it!" Jiang Fan couldn't help but cursed: "This idiot is really scheming. He knew we would run this way and there would be an ambush in advance."
There will inevitably be another fierce fight.
These people have no intention of holding back. It seems that they can't catch them alive, not even dead.
This is understandable, and it is not surprising just from the standpoint of Lu Qinghou, the Grand Governor of the Xia Kingdom.
The sloppy scholar cried out in pain and took action again.
And this time, Jiang Fan finally saw the true ability of one of the Seven Stars, Yaoguang Xing.
This guy's method is actually a book. It's iron-clad. It only has ten pages, but it can be divided, combined, and connected. The separated pages fly, covering all directions, circling and cutting. Together they are extremely heavy and can be used as bricks. Wearing it is as graceful as an iron whip, sweeping away a large area. When joined together, it looks like an iron sword, capable of cutting, slashing, and stabbing. There were more flowers than Mr. Jiang's pink ones, which made Jiang Fan wonder.
This time Jiang Fan also participated. He wanted to experience the fighting for himself, and the funny pink killing was indeed played out of tricks, and it was still possible to deal with some soldiers.
To kill the opponent, Jiang Fan decisively chose an unlikely route.
However, not long after, they were ambushed by elite soldiers in a mountain col, and the battle started three times.
Jiang Fan was secretly surprised. Did this guy have manpower deployed on all routes?
But the sloppy scholar complained loudly, saying that he really shouldn't have come on this errand.
Behind him, no matter how many routes Jiang Fan took, there were always people blocking his path, and there were still pursuers lingering behind him.
The three of them were exhausted, and this series of battles lasted seven or eight rounds in one night. Even Ying Wuming was somewhat breathless.
As for Mr. Jiang, his true energy has long been exhausted, and he can only eat and pant.
It wasn't until the sky brightened that the three of them were able to rest for a while.
"What the hell... your grandma's Lu Qinghou!"
Jiang Fan gritted his teeth: "Damn it, don't work so hard! This is deliberately trying to tire me out to death."
The sloppy scholar lay sprawled on the ground and didn't even want to get up.
"You have already said that they belong to a hostile country and it is completely normal for them to kill you."
Ying Wuming said: "They didn't kill you."
Jiang Fan naturally felt it and nodded: "But he really doesn't want me to go to Nanchu."
The sloppy scholar sat up and asked curiously: "They are definitely planning to capture you alive. What do they want to do?"
Jiang Fan snorted: "I don't know, but if everything is as I thought, I can guess the intention."
"Tell me?"
Jiang Fan said angrily: "What the hell, I heard the pursuers this time, so run away."
The sloppy scholar got up and sighed: "If we don't make it right, there will be people blocking us in front..."
His bad mouth seemed to have been opened, and he came as soon as he spoke. Jiang Fan's head hurt when he saw a large group of people rushing towards him, howling and screaming.
I’ve been fighting all night. Is it still over?
Lu Qinghou, wait for me. Why don't you give me a good walk later? I'm sorry for the reputation I must repay!
No matter how hard you are, you still have to fight.
Except for Ying Wuming who was still full of fighting spirit among the three, the other two complained endlessly.
But he finally managed to get out again, and after only running for more than ten miles, he would reach the north bank of Wujiang River. Once he crossed the river, Lu Qinghou would have nothing to do.
But crossing the river under this situation may not be easy.
The sloppy scholar was particularly worried and said: "Don't let Lai Baoer stay there..."
Jiang Fan once again witnessed the sloppy scholar's confession.
Seeing the north bank approaching, a bronze-armored general with hundreds of soldiers standing in front of him immediately stopped him.
"King Xiaoyao, Lai Bao'er has been waiting for you for a long time!"
Jiang Fan looked at this sturdy general with a big belly and groaned secretly.
Noble, really Noble. Fluct light, you are a fluc light, don’t turn on the light...
Lai Bao'er, who is known as the number one pioneer officer of Xia Kingdom, is willing to be a vanguard even though he is a general. This is because he likes to charge into battles and is unable to do anything else and is too lazy to do anything else.
He has eight thousand soldiers under his command, all of whom are as good as ten. They cooperate with each other tacitly, dare to fight and kill, charge into battle, and are famous far and wide.
Just look at these hundreds of sergeants, all of them are tall and strong, wearing iron armor, with fierce faces, and their murderous intent is better than that of thousands of soldiers. They must be warriors from the home army.
If you hide, you can't escape. If you hide any more, you'll be right next to Yinglu's military camp.
But Jiang Fan still wanted to see if there was another way to run, and was looking around. Unexpectedly, Ying Wuming became interested, his eyes burned, and he roared: "Lai Bao'er, you are really here, great, eat I'll punch you!"
Very good, before others could take action, he rushed to kill them first.
Jiang Fan regretted bringing him out again, brother-in-law, did you forget something? And I’m a dragster!
Of course, Lai Bao'er was not afraid of fighting. He roared loudly and the ground shook: "Well done! Let me crush you!"
The huge copper hammer in his hand hit Ying Wuming's fist.
The two of them clashed head-on without any fancy, and the fists and hammers collided, making a huge sound of gold and iron.
The unusually majestic war horse under Lai Baoer's crotch neighed and took a few steps back. His hind legs gave way and he almost sat on the ground.
Lai Bao'er also leaned back hugely while riding on the horse, and almost fell off the horse.
