Bai Song looked back at the two of them and said in a deep voice: "Someone is coming!"
There was a rush of footsteps in the darkness, and then the courtyard door seemed to be kicked open.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
A hail of arrows flew into the room.
Bai Song's pupils shrank, he didn't expect such a situation.
"Get out of the way!" The palace master groaned, took a step forward, and flicked his sleeves.
A wave of air rolled, and everything seemed to be swept into an invisible piece of cotton wool. It suddenly lost its strength and fell to the ground silently.
"Rebels should leave!"
Several people burst into the room with great momentum.
The palace master seemed to be aroused and was about to use his strength again, but he was seriously injured. He had already forced his luck twice, and he felt uncomfortable the third time. After frowning, he couldn't help but shed a trace of blood.
Fortunately, the people who came were not the elite of the Mi Zhao Division.
The man in white next to him was able to handle it. After forcing a few people back, he turned around and pulled the master towards the front door. At the same time, he shouted to Bai Song: "Please help me again, Master. Lingxiu Palace will be grateful."
When Bai Song heard this, he thought to himself, does this woman really think of herself as a master? The sword strike just now was just at the right time, and it relied on internal strength to break it, and Bai Song happened to have internal strength.
If a fight really breaks out, he won't even be as good as this subordinate in white.
As long as we all run away together, we are already on the same rope.
Bai Song didn't think much and quickly left behind the two of them.
The three of them walked side by side out of the house and into the streets and alleys. Bai Song took his place after hearing the sound and found that several groups of people were coming towards this direction.
The Mi Zhao Division is not the only imperial agency in Chang'an City. Even if the elite of the Mi Zhao Division cannot come back immediately, officials from other places will come over on their own initiative when they see something happening here.
This is the base of the imperial court. If something goes wrong in Chang'an, no matter how skilled you are, there is no guarantee that you can escape safely.
It was a bit difficult for them to deal with the people chasing behind them. If the time dragged on for too long, the situation would only become more critical.
"Bang!"
A brilliant flame exploded in the darkness.
This is a flare!
But it’s not a signal flare made by Bai Song!
Bai Song was a little puzzled.
But the man in white said in a deep voice, "No! It's a signal from the Mi Zhao Division. They are recruiting men! If we can't get rid of the chasing troops behind us immediately, it will be difficult for us to escape."
"A signal flare from the Secret Service?"
Bai Song was a little confused, thinking that he was the only one who could make flares, but it turned out that the Mi Zhao Division also had one.
If they met the elite of the Mi Zhao Division now, Bai Song would definitely be killed together.
Things had already happened, and Bai Song didn't care much, so he took off the signal flare from his belt and pulled it toward the sky.
"Bang!"
Another signal bomb exploded, but it was a completely different flame.
For a time, countless people looked at the fireworks above their heads and were a little confused.
However, after Bai Song's signal bomb ended, there was another loud noise in the sky, and a signal bomb identical to Bai Song's exploded in response.
At the same time, a group of Mohist masters who were observing in the dark finally had a target and all rushed towards the direction of the signal flare.
Outside, someone in the cavalry team facing off between the Turks and Mi Zhaosi pointed to the sky, and an Aji tribesman said: "It's Xingchen Khan asking for help!"
In an instant, the anger of the Turks was ignited. These Han people refused to admit that they had captured Xingchen Khan. They were worried about Xingchen Khan's words and would not let them cause trouble in the capital, so they endured it. But now they couldn't help it.
The leader waved the reins and walked to the secret imperial office.
There was a sound of horse hooves in the dark night, and the sound of shouting and killing made the night more noisy than the day.
"Stop the Turks! Stop the Turks quickly!"
The conflict broke out, and the team that originally wanted to capture the owner of Lingxiu Palace had to turn back and compete with the Turkic cavalry.
The Turks had already rushed into the Mi Zhao Si Yamen, drove their horses through, and set fire to the courtyard.
Suddenly, flames shot into the sky, and the scene became even more chaotic.
"What happened today?"
The palace owner who was on his way looked at the chaos that suddenly broke out around him, feeling a little puzzled.
"For some unknown reason, the Turks are attacking the Mi Zhao Division. Most of the people in the Mi Zhao Division are busy dealing with the Turks, and this gives us a chance." Bai Yi explained seriously.
"Turks attacked Mi Zhaosi?" Bai Song was a little confused when he heard it, and secretly wondered if it was because of himself?
No one dares to offend this secret edict, but this is not necessarily the case when encountering Turks.
Li Shimin is most taboo about conflicts with the Turks now, and the secret edict should also be taboo about it.
As soon as there was a conflict, the surrounding teams that were about to pursue Bai Song immediately changed their direction.
Bai Song felt it in his heart and felt a little calm.
At this time, Bai Yi suddenly shouted: "Someone is approaching!"
Suddenly a dark figure appeared on the courtyard wall in front of him, and the man in white went straight to meet it without thinking.
Not far away, the two fought for several rounds. Bai Yi was forced to retreat and couldn't help but take two steps back.
When Bai Yi was about to go up again, Bai Song said: "Don't do anything, my people!"
"My boss! Where did these two women come from? They are so beautiful!" Mo Zhu stood on the courtyard wall holding a piece of bamboo and looked down.
Bai Song was about to answer, but when he saw that Mo Zhu seemed to have noticed someone, he quickly stopped laughing: "Someone from the Secret Commission is coming. I'll stop him. I'll leave quickly."
Bai Song nodded, quickened his pace, and opened the way before the two of them.
The two men followed, and Bai Yi hesitated and asked: "What is the identity of the young master? The woman just now has very good kung fu, why is she called the master of the master? And there is a knife in the dungeon... Could it be that the master is also a senior expert?"
Bai Song smiled and did not answer.
Bai Yi wanted to ask again, but the palace lord interrupted: "Young master, if you don't want to say anything, don't ask anymore."
"Palace Master Lingxiu Palace! Where to go!"
A ray of sword light flew out, like a meteor falling from the sky. As someone's voice came, the sword was thrust straight in front of the three people.
Bai Song paused and stepped back.
The two people behind also made a sudden stop and almost fell down.
Seeing this, Bai Yi exclaimed: "Zhaohua Sword! The leader of the Hundred Sword Division!"
The palace master couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw the sword on the ground. After taking a deep breath, he slowly walked to Bai Song and said, "Young master, step back. This person should be dealt with by me."
"Palace Master, your injury..."
"When the Zhaohua Sword comes out, you are no match! Although I am injured, I am not afraid of a fight in which both sides will be injured!"
While he was talking, the person who came out with the sword had already landed in the air. He was dressed in the uniform of a secret minister, and his face was pale and expressionless.
"Palace Master, it's only been half a year and you already want to leave?"
The palace owner was determined and didn't want to talk nonsense. He took a step forward and took action first. However, when his true energy moved, his face showed pain, but he still had to endure it.
Bai Song raised his hand to stop him: "There's no need to take action."
He already felt a familiar breath coming quickly.
Bai Yi's face was filled with joy, thinking that this mysterious young master was going to take action himself, just in time to see who this young master was.
Just as they were thinking, another sword light flashed from behind, a silver light flashed across the faces of the three people in the darkness, and a sword actually floated in the air!
"The art of sword control!" Bai Yi exclaimed in surprise.
Bai Song turned around and smiled: "Don't worry, you are still mine."
