Fierce Battle

It looked like the Little Prince was about to be arrested.

Peng Lianhu and his men quickly went after them.

At this point, Liang Ziwen dared not slack off anymore.

The two men moved swiftly, rushing towards Wang Chuyi from the left and right.

Just as Guo Jing Huang Rong were about to retaliate, a flash of blue light appeared, and Ji Boying once again stood in front of them with his sword.

Liang Ziwen and Peng Lianhu did not want to get entangled with Ji Boying.

He angrily shouted, "You brats, what do you think you're doing? You can't afford to offend the Prince Zhao!"

He cursed and then dodged to another road.

One man moved with the agility of a fox, the other went straight ahead, continuing his pursuit of Wang Chuyi.

Ji Boying leaped through the air several times, his sword light enveloping the two men, forcing them to dodge and retaliate.

Liang Ziwen clenched his fist in one hand and gripped several Bone-Penetrating Nails in the other, while Peng Lianhu took out two Judge's Brush.

The Four Devils of the Yellow River and Hou Tonghai wanted to continue their pursuit.

Ji Boying threw out a handful of steel needles, Ma Qingxiong and Qian Qingjian died instantly.

Shen Qinggang and Wu Qinglie also had steel needles inserted into their arms, causing a tingling, numb, and painful sensation.

Hou Tonghai managed to evade it.

But seeing Ma Qingxiong and Qian Qingjian lying on the ground, lifeless, he was furious.

They lost their temper and stopped chasing, turning around to attack Ji Boying.

Shen Qinggang and Wu Qinglie dared not give chase.

Having wasted so much time, Wang Chuyi and his men had already vanished without a trace.

Peng Lianhu and his men were helpless.

They surrounded Ji Boying and refused to let him leave.

If they couldn't keep Ji Boying here at this point, they would really be blamed.

Prince Zhao's meal is not easy to eat.

"You brat, you'll pay with your life!"

Hou Tonghai angrily brandished his steel fork.

His kung fu was considerably weaker than that of his senior brother, Sha Tongtian.

He couldn't defeat any of the three people present.

But with his addition, all three of them felt a significant reduction in pressure.

Because when skill levels are similar, whoever wields the weapon naturally has the advantage.

Ji Boying's swordsmanship was also superb.

His longsword is double-edged, allowing him to attack from any direction.

Reverend Lingzhi used his two palms, Liang Ziwen used his two fists, and only Peng Lianhu had weapons, which were nothing more than two Judge's Brush.

When the three of them faced Ji Boying, whether it was a close sparring match or a life-or-death struggle, the difference in skill level would naturally not be too great.

However, it would be difficult to establish an advantage in a short period of time. If he threw a punch, he would always have to dodge as long as the other man held his longsword in front of him.

With Hou Tonghai's steel fork blocking the way, things are naturally much easier.

Facing an attack from four people, Ji Boying also felt quite uncomfortable.

Hou Tonghai and Peng Lianhu were the main attackers.

One weapon is wielded with fierce power, the other Judge's Brush is exquisite and ruthless.

Liang Ziwen, with the lithe figure of a wild fox, nimbly provided support from the side, occasionally unleashing Bone-Penetrating Nails.

Although Reverend Lingzhi's movements were not fast, he merely watched intently from the sidelines, waiting for the right opportunity to strike with a powerful palm.

Ji Boying swept his longsword around and became locked in a stalemate with the four men.

Purple Mist True Qi, urging her Heavenly Merit Five Directions Sword.

On the left, he used the Mount Song Sword style, wielding the three-foot-long sword like a spear or halberd, blocking Hou Tonghai's steel fork. Then, unexpectedly, he mixed in a variation of the Mount Heng Sect, slashing at Hou Tonghai so much that his four tumors broke out in a cold sweat.

He then used the Mount Tai Swordplay to counter the Judge's Brush, his sword moves were precise and skillful, and the Peng Lianhu's Judge's Brush returned empty-handed.

Mount Heng Swordplay is primarily defensive, its subtle yet deadly techniques forcing Liang Ziwen and Reverend Lingzhi to avoid physical confrontation.

In the midst of the chaotic battle, a dangerous sword move would occasionally be unleashed, sending chills down everyone's spines.

He can effortlessly execute five different sword techniques.

The four men were in agony from the constant shifts between reality and illusion.

It appeared that the four of them had surrounded Ji Boying and were in a strong position.

But none of the four of them could break through Ji Boying's dimly lit defenses.

It's like a dog trying to bite a hedgehog but not knowing where to start.

Ji Boying remained locked in a stalemate with them for over fifty moves.

He figured that Guo Jing and the others should have run far away by now.

He decided not to get entangled with the person in front of him any longer and suddenly activated his Purple Mist True Qi with all his might.

In an instant, dozens of swords were thrust out, and a dazzling display of sword light dazzled the eyes.

Peng Lianhu three companions felt a gust of wind rush past their ears, their hair stand on end, and a chill envelop them.

One by one, they hurriedly used their signature martial arts skills to close their doors and retreat rapidly.

Upon closer inspection, they saw Ji Boying move rapidly, leaping out towards their rear.

It landed lightly and easily on the sedan chair.

Bao Xiruo was so frightened that she huddled in the sedan chair, tears streaming down her face.

She was worried about Yang Kang.

She didn't realize that Ji Boying had already landed on the sedan chair.

I didn't dare to look at what was happening outside through the curtain.

Suddenly, a flash of sword light appeared before my eyes.

The sedan chair, half-drawn, was sliced in two by Ji Boying's sword.

A cool breeze, snowflakes, and sunlight streamed in all at once.

They directly exposed Bao Xiruo to the public.

Bao Xiruo's face Bao Xiruo tears, her fair complexion filled with fear, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Ji Boying crouched down slightly, reached his left hand into the sedan chair, and Bao Xiruo out, standing together on the top of the sedan chair.

"You beast, release the princess!"

Peng Lianhu and his three companions were in a real panic!

"Release the princess, and you can leave in peace!"

If the Little Prince can't be saved, it would be truly unacceptable if the princess can't be saved either.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take you to find your husband, Yang Tiexin."

Bao Xiruo was stunned when she heard this comforting remark.

His face was pale and tears streamed down his face.

"I have done nothing wrong to Brother Tie. Fine, I will go to him. I only beg you to release my child. He is Brother Tie's flesh and blood."

She thought Yang Tiexin was dead, and that the person who came was someone who recognized her identity, felt that she had lost her chastity and lost Tie-ge's man, and wanted to end her life as revenge for Tie-ge.

Now, I would be willing to die for it.

Ideally, I'd like to see Brother Tie one more time after I die.

His son was already grown up, and he only hoped that his death would appease the anger of the man before him and save Tie Ge's flesh and blood.

Ji Boying had no Bao Xiruo what Bao Xiruo was thinking.

Although the four people in front of him were not as skilled as he was, they were still worthy of his respect.

Taking advantage of Bao Xiruo's moment of Bao Xiruo, he freed his left hand and scattered a handful of Iron Bodhi Seed.

Without even checking whether the shot hit or not, he picked up Bao Xiruo and leaped into the air.

It seemed as if they were flying through the snow, their clothes fluttering in the air, truly like divine wild geese.

"Don't go!"

Peng Lianhu used his Lightness Skill to quickly catch up.

His ability to move swiftly and agilely is suitable for short-distance raids, going straight and direct, but it is not as free and unrestrained as Ji Boying's.

After running across the rooftop seven or eight times in a row, he felt his strength waning.

Watching Ji Boying continue to drift away in the sky, occasionally using the roof ridge for support.

To be able to carry someone so easily shows a Lightness Skill that is far beyond what the others can match.

Liang Ziwen, with the agility of a wild fox, darted left and right on the roof ridge, barely managing to keep up.

But seeing that Peng Lianhu could no longer keep up, he felt intimidated and dared not chase after him anymore.