The accident came too quickly. A group of twelve riders, all dressed in black, had military horses on their hips and held long swords.
The leader is tall and tall, and his face is very similar to Li Wenli. He is Li Sen, the third son of the Li family who fled the camp overnight after the Li family's accident yesterday.
Everyone thought Li Sen had run away, but little did they know that Li Sen, the most hot-tempered of the three sons of the Li family, did not run for his life, but wanted to avenge his family!
Chu Qing was stunned. The severe pain in his shoulder made his whole body break into a cold sweat.
Tao Ruolin's beauty turned pale, but for just a moment, she blurted out: "It's Li Sen!"
Chu Qing subconsciously wanted to stand up, but in a hurry, the platform rock was slippery and he almost fell.
Tao Ruolin stood up quickly, stepped on the sharp pebbles with her bare feet, and used all her strength to pull Chu Qing behind the platform rock.
Arrows struck one after another, grazing the platform rock and Chu Qing's scalp.
Chu Qing's body seemed to be filled with lead. He hid behind the platform rock and gasped for air. He didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.
Fu San and Bi Hua, who were a hundred steps away, were already running wildly. As they ran, they drew their weapons almost at the same time.
Fu San pulled out the short knife from his waist, while Bi Hua bent down and pulled out the dagger from his boots.
Twelve cavalrymen drew their bows and arrows and rushed quickly. After seeing the creek, Li Mu pointed his sword and shouted: "Kill that Chu Qing and avenge my Li family!"
This is no problem, no problem at all.
There was only one thing, that was, the direction Li Mu pointed with his long sword was not Chu Qing behind the platform rock, but Fu San, who was running quickly.
Li Mu's riding skills were astonishing. He pulled the reins fiercely and jumped to the ground, as did the other five cavalrymen. The other six cavalrymen slowed down their horses and prepared to surround Fusan and Bihua.
Chu Qing, whose back was pressed against Taiyan, finally recovered and glanced sideways, only to see a question mark on his head.
Li Mu, the third son of the Li family, assassinated me, the fake deputy commander of the Thousand Cavalry Battalion. It is understandable and there is nothing wrong with him at all.
The question is, if you want to assassinate me, why are you running so hard against the bodyguard?
At the critical moment, the first cavalryman had already arrived less than ten steps away from Fu San and Bi Hua.
Seeing the tall horse approaching, Fu San could only dodge to the right while running at high speed.
But who would have thought that Bi Hua, who was on the side, did not slow down at all. Seeing the war horse galloping towards him, he turned slightly sideways, dodged behind the horse, raised his left arm high, and blocked the long knife that was coming.
After the sound of gold and iron clashing, the sleeve of Bihua's left arm was shattered, and there was actually a metal arm guard on his arm.
Exhaling loudly, Bihua blocked the knife with his left hand and grabbed the harness with his right hand as he passed by. The horse running at high speed suddenly stopped and the knight on the horse was caught off guard and almost flew out.
It was at this moment that everything happened in an instant. Bi Huasheng grabbed the horse, grabbed the cavalryman's right leg, and then... flew away.
The cavalry just flew away, and was blown away by Bihua. Like a kite with a broken string, it fell hard and fell far away.
Moving like clouds and flowing water, Bi Hua stepped on his horse, swung out his dagger, and shot it directly into the forehead of the second cavalryman, straight into the wooden handle.
With a pinch on the horse's belly, Bihua lowered her body, drew out her whip, and charged straight towards the remaining four cavalrymen.
Fu San didn't even notice how brave Bi Hua was behind him. In his eyes, he only saw Chu Qing behind the platform rock.
They were all running at high speed, but Fu San did not slow down anymore and collided with an assassin holding a long knife.
The two people just bumped into each other.
The person who wielded the long sword was extremely tall, half a head taller than Fu San. This sword was powerful and heavy.
The long knife struck head-on, Fu San's legs exerted force, his body dwarfed, and he crashed into the big man's arms.
The big man's long sword only slashed halfway, and then he started to retreat, and kept retreating. He was pushed back by Fu San. He wanted to close the sword and slash again, but he couldn't use any force.
After taking a breath, the two people left. The big man slowly fell to the ground. Fu San was still running forward, but red blood spurted out from the big man's chest.
The moment the two came into contact, Fu San stabbed three times, his chest, abdomen, and throat, looking like ghosts, still running forward.
An arrow was shot, and Fu San tilted his head. The arrow grazed his cheek, leaving a trail of blood.
Fu San's speed continued unabated, and this time he faced two people, both of whom held the Beijing Camp's standard long sword high.
The short sword was thrown out and pierced into the chest of the cavalryman on the left. Fu San, who had no weapon in his hand, dodged the sword light and immediately wrapped his hands around the enemy's waist, causing the two men to roll and fall to the ground.
While rolling, Fu San grabbed the opponent's wrist with his left hand, and grabbed the handle of the opponent's knife with his right hand behind him. He struggled with both arms, and with an inaudible sound of bone cracking, the long knife changed hands.
The two of them rolled and fell to the ground at the same time, but only one stood up.
Fu San pressed one knee on the opponent's chest, pressed the back of the knife with his left hand, and withdrew his right hand, a bloody arrow flew out from the assassin's neck. Fu San didn't even lower his head.
Fu San, holding a long sword in his hand, ran again like an evil ghost seeking his life. His upper body was covered with blood. In his eyes, there was still only one figure. It was not the enemy, not Li Mu, but behind Taiyan, whose shoulders were covered with blood.
Chu Qing.
In an instant, more than half of the twelve horsemen were lost. In addition to the three people killed by Fu San, Bihua was also extremely ferocious. She was riding on the horse. She was obviously a woman, but her riding skills were amazing. She rushed the horse and passed by.
The cavalryman was actually grabbed by the shoulders by her, pulled away from the horse and thrown onto another person, achieving a real achievement of flipping him off his horse.
Cavalry combat is different from that of infantry. They can distance themselves and decide life and death in an instant, but they are not as efficient as Fu San.
Li Mu, who was dismounted, had been practicing martial arts since he was a child. Although he was born in the Li family, he had been in the army until now, so he was certainly not an ordinary person. He could tell at a glance that Fu San was a real battlefield killer, and he deliberately fell behind by half.
step.
The two men who followed him were not fools. Seeing how fierce Fu San was, they did not dare to attack rashly, so they scattered to the left and right.
The way of fighting in the battle formation is different from ordinary fighting. You can see life and death in an instant. The short one is not as good as the long one, the small one is not as good as the big one. It can cut off the head but not the chest, and it can stab the throat but not the abdomen.
There is no competition for weapons, strength, or luck.
Fu San dealt with the three of them in an instant, but was slightly out of breath.
Facing three people at the same time, Fu San did not dare to be careless. When he saw that no one was going to kill his eldest young master, he relaxed and stood still, holding a long knife in front of him.
Li Mu was not in a hurry to take action. He raised his long sword and shouted: "Deputy Commander of Qianqi Camp, he is indeed worthy of his reputation. He is still a fierce warrior in battle!"
A trace of astonishment flashed across Fu San's face, and then the third brother suddenly realized and became happy: "No wonder you didn't find my young master. It turns out you recognized the wrong person."
Tao Ruolin, who was holding Chu Qing's arm tightly behind Taiyan, had a serious look on her face: "Aren't you very nice to the nursing home on weekdays?"