In the carriage, Zhao Yizhi was dumbfounded. Just now he had no time to release his consciousness, which showed how fast the spear was, but Luochen blocked the spear with just one hand, without even scratching the skin on the back of his hand. a little…
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Are you okay?" Zhaixing pulled Zhao Yizhi out, and after confirming that Zhao Yizhi was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Liao Chen also walked out of the carriage and stood behind Zhao Yizhi, still clasping his hands and lowering his eyebrows, as if he wasn't the one who had just blocked the spear.
"I'm fine...Ah, by the way, who's sneaking in?" Zhao Yizhi's tight nerves relaxed a little. He had been assassinated several times since he came to this world, and Zhao Yizhi was almost used to it.
"Be on guard! Na Feng." Zhaixing ordered the guards to be on guard. Just as he called Na Feng, he saw that he had already rushed out and rushed towards the direction of the spear attack. Zhaixing was afraid that he would make a mistake, so he quickly used Qinggong to keep up.
Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi also dismounted and came to Zhao Yizhi's side. Two ink shadows had been drawn out from all directions, tightly surrounding Zhao Yizhi.
Zhao Yizhi looked at Liao Chen, who was looking down and said nothing, and asked: "Little master, you...are you learning Shaolin martial arts?"
When Liao Chen heard Zhao Yizhi's question, he raised his head and said, "Your Majesty, this young monk doesn't know martial arts."
If you don’t know martial arts, who will believe it? He blocked a gun at such a fast speed with just one hand, and he didn't know how to do martial arts!
"Young master doesn't know martial arts, how could you block that spear just now?" Zhao Yizhi asked reluctantly.
"The young monk doesn't know either. The young monk only wants to protect His Majesty from the evil heretics. The other young monks don't know anything about it." Liao Chen's answer was simple. Zhao Yizhi rolled his eyes when he heard this, but he was helpless.
Zhao Yi stared at Chen for a while, then turned around. Since he refused to say anything, it was not easy for Zhao Yizhi to force him, not to mention that he had just saved his life, so it would be inappropriate to force him too hard.
Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi didn't know what was going on in the carriage. Seeing the conversation between Zhao Yizhi and Liao Chen, they quietly observed Chen from the sidelines for a while, and finally came to the conclusion that the young monk did not know martial arts. Not to mention the tender skin and tender flesh, there is no sign of cultivation or internal strength on the whole body.
Zhao Yizhi looked in the direction of Zhaixing and Nafeng, but there was no movement for a while, and asked Shanshandao: "Is there a signal from Chen Congwei?"
Shan Shan shook his head: "The Chen Congwei signal has always been on Jihai." Among the Chen Congwei, Jiahai is the best at judging the situation and has the best brains. The Chen Congwei signal tube is on him, and everyone is aware of it. No objection.
"Then you go back to the palace quickly and call Qingtian and the others over!" Zhao Yizhi didn't dare to make excuses. Things were very strange tonight, so it would be safer to call more people.
When Han Shan saw that Zhao Yizhi was accompanied by not only two disciples of Zhenwu Mountain, but also the mysterious Liao Chen, he did not dare to delay, so he left in the air.
"Hahahaha, is this Chen Congwei who is famous all over the world? It's nothing more than that!" As soon as Shan Shan left, a burst of laughter came over.
Everyone looked around and saw nine people standing in a row on the roof of a residential building. The moonlight shone from behind them and they could not see their faces clearly. They only knew that they were all men. Zhaixing and Nafeng were caught in their hands and fell unconscious.
"How can you be so good? You are doing this in the middle of the night, and you are sneaking up on me to plot against me. You can't be considered a hero, right?"
"This little emperor has a bad mouth, so let's meet you! Let's see if you can escape alive today!" A skinny man held a long stick that attracted the wind in his hand. He was about to jump off the roof and perform Qinggong. Come.
Among the nine people, the person in the middle shouted softly: "Don't cause trouble! Have you forgotten what that person said?"
When the skinny man heard what this person said, he didn't dare to reply. He stopped in his tracks and turned around just as he was about to turn around. Behind him, a dark figure jumped from the street to the roof, and with a flick of his foot, he knocked the skinny man to the ground. The skinny man had just fallen to the ground and was about to hit him with a stick, but he felt his hand was empty and the long stick was pulled away by a black shadow.
A stick swept across the two people who were capturing Zhai Xing and Na Feng. The two people dodged the stick, and another black figure grabbed from behind and reached out to grab Na Feng and Na Feng. Seeing that they had arrived, the two black figures quickly retreated and rushed towards Zhao Yizhi.
This wave of two black shadows cooperated tacitly, catching everyone on the rooftop off guard, and saved Na Feng and Zhaixing, which somewhat saved Zhao Yizhi's face.
"A bunch of trash!" The man in the middle scolded the people on his side angrily: "I finally captured them, and two shadows of ink rescued them!"
"Isn't this careless? That person told us not to act rashly and asked us to wait in the capital. But now that the little emperor has left the palace, why don't we take this opportunity to kill the little emperor? After all, Chen Congwei is nothing more than that." The skinny man suggested as he covered up the faults of himself and others in an understatement.
The man in the middle was obviously a little moved. Before he could make a decision, the skinny man had already rushed over.
"Tong Weizi, protect your majesty and go first!" Guan Chenzi drew his sword and rushed forward with Mo Ying, who had just put down Zhaixing and Nafeng, to block the skinny man.
Tongweizi's Mo Ying threw his long stick to Lijiang and returned to join the battle. Tongweizi said to Lijiang: "Brother Chen Congwei, escort His Majesty back to the palace quickly, our brothers and sisters will stop them!"
Li Jiang carried Zhai Xing on his back, held Na Feng in his hand, and held his big ax and Na Feng's long stick in the other hand. He was a little confused: How can he protect His Majesty?
Zhao Yizhi didn't know that the situation had turned so suddenly, so he ordered Li Jiangdao: "Let's put them on the carriage."
As soon as Lijiang put down Zhaixing and Nafeng, everyone on the roof rushed over. Four of them separated and fought fiercely with Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi. The remaining five people walked around them until Coming towards Zhao Yizhi.
Zhao Yizhi stretched out his hand and gently held it, a flying sword came quickly from the direction of the palace, and he caught it in his hand, Qilong Sword! Li Jiang, who raised his ax to meet him, didn't see Zhao Yizhi's hand. Liao Chen seemed to have seen it and didn't say anything.
"Escort! Escort!" More than 500 imperial guardsmen from behind the carriage swarmed over to protect Zhao Yizhi.
Zhao Yizhi shouted: "You are not allowed to come forward! Even Zhaixing and Nafeng are no match for them. If you come here, you will die in vain. Set up the carriage, take Zhaixing and Nafeng away!"
The Imperial Guards were stunned. Did they hear it correctly? In the face of a powerful enemy, Your Majesty actually told them to leave? Everyone didn't dare to move lightly, they were all stunned in place.
"Hurry up and leave!" Zhao Yizhi roared angrily, with the faint sound of a dragon roaring...
The Imperial Guard finally heard clearly this time. His Majesty did ask them to leave, but at this critical moment, how could they leave? If Your Majesty leaves His Majesty and flees for his own life, are they still the Imperial Guards who are protecting His Majesty? Everyone gritted their teeth and rushed to Zhao Yizhi's side, blocking in front of him.
"Your Majesty, even if we are useless, we can still delay time. Your Majesty, retreat to the palace quickly!" A leader of the Imperial Guard said loudly, his voice was urgent and stern, and he had no intention of surviving.
Zhao Yizhi was naturally afraid of death, and it was a big mess when he traveled through time. Although he met Yi Xiaodao and solved many problems such as Nanhuai, Donglu, and Chuxiang, he still had to worry about everything. He has never enjoyed the emperor's free life for a single day. It would be a great loss if he died here like this.
I am afraid of death, I am afraid of death, why are these imperial guards not afraid? All of them are raised by their biological parents. Knowing that they are risking their own lives, it would be better to make less sacrifices. But now, Zhao Yizhi discovered that their enlightenment was much higher than he thought...
"I don't regret waiting for death. I still have brothers and nephews at home. If something happens to Your Majesty, what will happen to the world?" The little leader felt a little ink in his stomach. After saying an impassioned sentence, he raised his sword and faced him. Five hundred guardsmen, no one was there. They ran for their lives and tried their best to block the five people who came down from the roof.
Zhao Yizhi tightened his grip on the Qilong Sword, gritted his teeth but still pulled a war horse, got on the horse, Liao Chen followed suit, turned over and sat on the horse, following closely beside Zhao Yizhi, really not leaving even an inch.
"Let's go!" Zhao Yizhi pulled the reins of his horse and ran for his life first. It wasn't just once or twice that he encountered danger when he came to this world. This was the first time that he was forced to flee without even knowing who the other party was or what his purpose was.
The war horse galloped and turned around a street. The shouts of death behind him gradually faded away. Zhao Yizhi wiped the sweat from his forehead. As soon as the war horse slowed down a little, a long rope was thrown from behind, and all four legs of the war horse were tied up at once.
The war horse made a "rumbling" sound and was thrown to the ground, unable to struggle.
Zhao Yizhi rolled to the side. His dragon robe was covered with dust and he was in a miserable state. Fortunately, he was not injured. Liao Chen seemed to have expected it. The moment Zhao Yizhi's horse tripped, he jumped off the horse and came to Zhao Yizhi's side, waiting quietly.
The three people jumped down from mid-air and blocked Zhao Yizhi's only way back to the palace. One of them held the long rope that tripped the war horse in his hand.
"Emperor Daqi is nothing more than that. Brothers, we are probably going to become famous today!" One person laughed loudly.
"Don't be too happy too early. Take action quickly to avoid long nights and nightmares!" Another person pulled out a dagger and was already walking towards Zhao Yizhi first.
"Hmph! Come on!" Zhao Yizhi had no internal strength, and the long sword was of little use in his hand, so he simply threw the long sword towards the person who came.
The man waved his hand lightly and knocked the Qilong Sword away with the dagger. He grinned and said, "He is an emperor after all. He has more backbone than ordinary people..."
The Qilong Sword was knocked away, but fell to the side in vain. Zhao Yizhi slowly closed his eyes, and his spiritual consciousness extended from his mind, controlling the Qilong Sword, flying up and down, slashing vertically and horizontally.
"What kind of magic is this!?" The three of them were a little surprised.
"No matter what, kill the little emperor first!" The three of them had already decided. The two of them wrapped around the Qilong Sword, and the leader with the dagger rushed over, pointing the tip of the knife at Zhao Yizhi's chest.
"Amitabha!" A loud Buddha's name came to mind, and Liao Chen stood in front of Zhao Yizhi, blocking the dagger.
The place where the dagger struck was right at Liao Chen's throat, but it was the same as the situation in the carriage. The dagger had reached the skin and flesh, but it could not penetrate at all. Not only that, Liao Chen's whole body emitted a dazzling golden light, as if the Buddha appeared...
A word popped into the assassin's mind: "The King is indestructible..."
