Chapter 155

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date="2020-11-30"

title="Chapter 155"

weight="107037"

series = ["I [Imperial] Am Not This Kind of Man"]

mode = "manual"

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With heavy rain, a group of knights rushed on the official road outside the city like ghosts sneaking in the dark night.

Accompanied by more than a dozen hounds, all of which were half a person tall, with red eyes bursting into the cold light. Along the way, stop and go, especially on passes and corners, constantly distinguishing the breath on the road.

It's a pity that because of the interference of heavy rain, no matter how a hound with a keen sense of smell, it can't fully distinguish the person's breath.

Seeing more than a dozen hounds hesitating at the fork of the road, they turned around several times, but they couldn't find their way. A trace of anger flashed across Cui Qian's face, and with a flying kick, two huge hounds flew out in the air, howling miserably and falling to a distance of more than ten feet, staring that they could not survive. The other dozens were trembling with fright and knelt on the ground, afraid to look up.

"A bunch of trash." Cui Qian said coldly.

Chao Yangcheng sighed secretly, clasped his fist and said, "Commander, I can't blame these beasts. The rain is too heavy, so I can only chase after him."

Fortunately, they have enough manpower, hundreds of people are all elite, but there is only one opponent.

Cui Qian gritted his teeth: "Separate troops to chase after you. Once you find a trace, set off fireworks immediately. I must kill him myself..."

With an order, the cavalry team was divided into several units and rushed in different directions.

The violent wind and rain poured down their heads and faces, and in a short time even the people and horses in the team were soaked.

Rejecting the clothes that Chao Yangcheng handed over, Cui Qian ran wildly, a raging heat surging in his chest deep in his heart, and the cold wind and rain could not be suppressed. Perhaps only seeing that person's blood can relieve this feeling of anger.

Chao Yangcheng dared not say anything, but was full of anxiety.

The heavy rain severely hindered the progress of the search. As long as the person ran into the lower reaches of the Sishui River, once he entered the waterway, it would be difficult to find it again. Most of this chase will return without success. wonder if leader can accept this result. And the emperor in the palace waiting for news...

However, unexpected.

After running for more than an hour in the heavy rain, when the hips and lower horsepower were approaching the limit, checked the Malay newspaper ahead and found traces of that person.

In this kind of weather, didn't even rush all night, but stopped at this ancient temple in front of you? Chao Yangcheng was surprised.

Everyone slowed down and surrounded the ruined building.

Cui Qian coldly ordered: "I'll go in alone, and you can just wait outside."

Chao Yangcheng said anxiously: "No."

Ren Jinglei's martial arts was taught by Pei Ling from an early age. Among the senior officers of the five guards of the Forbidden Army, he was notoriously sharp and intrepid.

Plus what my boss said to that person...

Cui Qian glanced coldly, and slammed down: "This is a military order!"

Then he walked into the temple alone in the worried eyes of all his subordinates.

At first glance, he saw the figure reclining in front of the shrine.

Tomorrow morning heard the sound of the cavalry team surrounding, but Ren Jinglei did not move. He sat there lazily, holding a bent leg, holding a arbitrarily long knife by his hand, and looking at the door calmly and surprisingly. .

At the moment when his eyes met, Cui Qian even had the illusion that he was chasing the wrong person, or the news in the palace was wrong. This person was not a Yaoguang at all. He was just going to the camp of Pili, passing here, and rested temporarily.

It was Cui Qian who discovered that Ren Jinglei felt relieved in his heart. At this moment, he really didn't know what face he should use to face his former colleagues.

It doesn't matter to this annoying guy in front of you.

But I felt uncomfortable again, what are you thinking about? He has already let himself go, will he send people from Perak Camp to chase him?

Cui Qian walked into the temple step by step, staring at him, "Really you?"

Ren Jinglei looked at him calmly, even with a little smile, and admitted frankly, "It's me."

Cui Qian's expression cracked. He bit his lip, as if accusing him: "You deceive me!"

Ren Jinglei sneered: "I have deceived a lot of people, and you still can't be ranked, Little Princess Cui."

This is Cui Qian's secret nickname in the army, and no one dared to mention it in front of him.

Suddenly, Cui Qian let out a low growl from deep in his throat, like a wild beast being angered and stabbed.

In the next instant, his figure was no longer there.

The ear-piercing symphony of gold and iron sounded.

It was Cui Qian's long sword that drew a silver light, and went straight to Ren Jinglei's door.

Ren Jinglei's eyes were narrowed, and at the same time the toe was lightly picked, and the long knife was instantly started.

The blade slashed on the scabbard, bursting out two or three golden lights.

At the same time, Ren Jinglei buckled his thumb slightly, and after a slight click, the long knife suddenly came out of its sheath.

The long and narrow knife shines like silver snow!

The sharp silver light seemed to split the dark and dense night, with an indomitable momentum, and with only a single knife, it forced the opponent back.

Cui Qian quickly adjusted his pace. The two handed over in an instant. Every move carries a strong killing intent and blood.

Blades, lights, swords and shadows criss-cross, stirring the originally quiet and serene ancient temple into dust.

Ren Jinglei is very serious about every move. Even if he has the will to die in his heart, if he can kill this person before his death, it will be regarded as revenge for the souls of the countless people of Nanchen who have died unjustly over the years.

From this point of view, he was even somewhat fortunate that it was this guy who came to chase.

But Cui Qian was full of anger, and fierce emotions filled his chest, as if he was going to burn his whole person to death. Perhaps only the blood of the person in front of him could slightly alleviate this excitement.

Anger is turned into substance, which is a desperate way of playing.

It's almost an injury for an injury, fighting for life. After a while, color was hung on both of them.

The two handsome faces that lingered in the dreams of countless ladies in the capital, with blood stains hanging across the bridge, flowed down the bridge of the nose, with a hideous killing intent.

The fighting between the two was so fierce that even if Chao Yangcheng and others came in, they couldn't even intervene.

At the moment when the offensive was suppressed, Cui Qian squeezed one hand on the hilt, and in an instant, the long sword split into two, turning into a long sword and a short sword.

It turned out to be a mechanism sword, with two swords, his offensive became more fierce.

Cui Qian was stronger than he thought, and Ren Jinglei was a little surprised. This noble son who relied on his bloodline and sacred pets, in the circle of military commanders in the capital, although everyone respected, but it was all aimed at his precious identity and a means to win people's hearts.

Few people are optimistic about martial arts. But fighting with real swords and guns at this time was far more difficult than expected.

"Growing up, compared to the past." Ren Jinglei teased casually.

Cui Qian's eyes changed, and he couldn't help but recall the first encounter between the two. That first meeting was of great significance to him...

The temple was murderous, and it was quiet outside, with only the roar of wind and rain.

But Ren Jinglei understood that this small temple was already surrounded by the elites of Pingxi Camp.

He cannot delay for too long.

Mind moved slightly, the long knife slashed open, revealing subtle flaws.

Seeing Cui Qian's sword approaching, Ren Jinglei immediately turned his sword, suppressing the opponent's offensive.

The long sword was suppressed, and the short sword was blocked again, and Cui Qian suddenly fell into a disadvantage.

At this time, the two were very close, and the murderous intent on the same handsome face was surging, and they almost broke the opponent's body with their eyes.

The blade approaching Ren Jinglei. A strange smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Cui Qian's mouth.

He twisted his grip on the hilt of the sword. Suddenly the delicate purple-gold unicorn on the thumb moved.

Rui Beast's head seemed to come back to life, and he opened his mouth to spit out two sharp sharp lights.

Ren Jinglei was shocked, and quickly leaned back, and the poisonous thorn gleaming with blue light brushed the tip of his nose.

Cui Qian took the opportunity to exert his strength, and the sword vibrated, free from the opponent's restraint. At the same time, he slammed Ren Jinglei's chest.

Ren Jinglei couldn't avoid it, and the long knife slashed like lightning. Aim at Cui Qian's wrist.

In an effort to exchange injury for injury, he will also kill this guy to the ground.

However, the reality is cruel. When a long knife slashed on Cui Qian's wrist, it turned out to be like a clay cow into the sea, and the abundance and sharp strength suddenly disappeared.

His wristbands have mechanisms! Ren Jinglei immediately realized this,

A trace of coldness flashed in Cui Qian's eyes, the offensive was unabated, and the hilt of the long sword hit Ren Jinglei's chest heavily. This trick exhausted all his strength.

The sound of broken bones came, and Ren Jinglei threw out.

Following the open temple door, he flew straight out and fell heavily to the ground.

The accumulated rainstorms gathered into mud pits, splashing water under him, and a strong smell of blood came from his mouth. It was a broken rib.

Ren Jinglei lay on the ground, looking up at the gloomy sky.

Countless raindrops swarmed all over the sky and hit his face and body.

He suddenly felt tired.

At the end of the line of sight, countless faces flooded all around, chasing soldiers from Pingxi Camp.

Among them, Cui Qian's cold face emerged.

This whole body is an external bastard!

Ren Jinglei smiled. He wanted to get up and be educated by the noble family from childhood. Even at the last moment of his life, he didn't want to be so embarrassed.

Cui Qian stepped forward and slammed his foot on his chest.

Once again, he fell heavily into the mud pit, and then suffered severe pain in his chest. Ren Jinglei coughed uncontrollably, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"You liar!" Cui Qian gritted his teeth, as if he couldn't wait to eat the life before him.

"Is it necessary to bear such hate?" Ren Jinglei smiled lazily.

"Well, you won," he said with a smile, with a relief of relief.