Chen Po looked at Zhou Li, and saw that the aura on the other party was extremely strong. He looked like an innate martial artist, and he was not just an ordinary innate martial artist, but belonged to a relatively powerful group of people.

Those who guard the border are generally not likely to be weak.

Chen Po's tone was cold: "It seems that you can't hand it over, so I'll go find it myself."

After speaking, he wanted to go straight through the water prison.

"Hehe, if you want to pass this water prison in the hands of this general, you are still too young, young man."

Zhou Li's eyes were full of sarcasm. Although Chen Po showed great strength, at this age, at most, he had just stepped into innate martial arts, or even barely reached the level of innate martial arts.

This kind of strength, he can handle easily.

With a wave of Zhou Li's hand, the long halberd in the distance immediately fell into his hand, and his aura changed instantly, like a god of war.

"Stop for me!"

Zhou Li let out an angry roar, and his figure disappeared instantly, heading towards Chen Po.

When the surrounding soldiers saw the general making a move, they all moved away one after another. They all knew that once the general fought, he would often make no distinction between the enemy and himself.

Moreover, they can't get involved in the battle between innate martial arts.

Chen Po glanced back, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and he didn't continue to leave, the long knife in his hand flashed instantly.

"Buzz!"

The sword light bloomed instantly, and then it rushed towards Zhou Li at an extremely fast speed.

"Break it for me!"

Zhou Li sneered, swung the halberd in his hand, and struck at the blade glow, intending to disperse the blade glow directly.

"puff!"

However, suddenly, the sneer on Zhou Li's face stopped, he looked down in disbelief, and saw that the knife glow had passed through his body at some point.

Zhou Li's upper and lower body were also directly cut in half.

how can that be!

I'm an innate martial artist, how could I not be able to stop even a single blow!

Zhou Li's eyes were full of fear. He didn't want to die, but his consciousness was rapidly weakening, and his eyes became darker and darker.

Who is he!

At this moment, such a thought popped into his mind, why did the Qingyun Dynasty have such a powerful innate martial artist? Could it be that he is a fairy?

I don't want to die, I don't want to die...

Zhou Li's eyes gradually became hollow, and in the last corner of his vision, he only saw the back of Chen Po leaving.

Until his death, he never thought that he would be beheaded so easily!

"General Zhou is dead!"

A terrified scream sounded, and countless soldiers retreated one after another, their eyes filled with disbelief and despair.

In their eyes, General Zhou was an invincible strongman. He even fought Qin Yunnian, the general of the Qingyun Dynasty, and the two fought inseparably in the end.

"General Zhou is an innate martial artist, how could he be killed!"

"Hurry up, send the news back to the capital in a hurry. A powerful martial artist has killed General Zhou. His goal is Princess Yunmeng!"

For a moment, the entire water prison was boiling, and all the soldiers were like headless chickens. In the end, some officers stood up and stabilized the scene.

If it continues like this, there will be a big problem in the water prison.

But when they looked at the corpses all over the floor and Zhou Li's corpse, everyone was silent, no one would have guessed that it was only one person who killed them.

After Chen Po passed the Shuilao Pass, he walked straight along the main road. He had never been to the Daqian Dynasty, so he looked like a headless chicken for a while.

It took a full three hours, but Zhao Xuaner's team was not found.

The Dagan Dynasty was too big, almost as big as the Qingyun Dynasty, even a little bigger.

Even though Chen Po is a powerful innate martial artist, he is not a physical martial artist. He has been running extremely fast from the imperial city of the Qingyun Dynasty until now, and his whole body is exhausted to the extreme.

"boom!"

Chen Po roared again, suddenly his eyelids fluttered, and he passed out directly.

The physical exhaustion on his body is too serious, and it has reached his limit by now.

At noon of the next day, the scorching sun was scorching the earth, at this time Chen Pocai suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp pain came from his whole body, which made him frown uncontrollably.

After the strength was exhausted, he seemed to be in the same physical condition the next day after not exercising for a long time, and then after strenuous exercise.

Chen Po's face was full of anxiety, how long did he sleep for?

It just so happened that a caravan passed by not far away.

Chen Po's figure disappeared instantly, and when he reappeared, he had already reached the front of the caravan.

"Where is the capital!"

If Zhao Xuan'er wanted to marry the Seventh Prince, she would definitely go to the capital of the Daqian Dynasty, so he only needed to go to the capital.

Seeing Chen Po who suddenly appeared, a rough middle-aged man on the strongest side of the caravan frowned. He instinctively wanted to draw the knife, but after glancing at Chen Po's slightly green face, he put it back. .

"The capital city has to pass through Jingzhou Mansion. It is probably at least three hundred miles away from here. I told you, can you find it?"

Chen Po's face froze, and he said in a cold voice: "Do you know how to get to the capital?"

Zhao Zhuo frowned, Chen Po's tone made him a little unhappy.

"Our caravan is going to the capital. If little brother wants to go to the capital, I can take you there with five taels of silver, and I can protect your safety along the way."

He is the guard of the caravan. He usually takes the salary of the Chamber of Commerce, and occasionally earns some extra money by himself, just like Chen Po, who can't find his way.

Chen Po directly threw out a bag of silver, which contained at least 34 taels.

Zhao Zhuo's eyes lit up immediately.

This is a piece of fat!

Chen Po pointed to a thin young man in the middle of the team and said, "Does he know the way?"

Zhao Zhuo frowned, but still said: "Everyone here knows, but..."

Before he finished speaking, he found that Chen Po's figure had disappeared.

At some point, Chen Po had already arrived in the middle of their caravan, and jumped on a horse that looked mighty and extraordinary.

On the horseback was the thin young man just now.

Chen Po drove his horse and quickly left the team, and at the same time said loudly: "I will lend you a horse and people."

Although he is very anxious to save Zhao Xuan'er now, he has not completely lost his mind, nor has he killed or robbed indiscriminately.

He had overdrawn his strength before, and his body suffered a severe backlash.

Although this did not affect his combat effectiveness, his destination was the capital, which was too far away, and it would waste too much energy if he ran there with his feet.

So the best choice is to ride a horse. Although the speed will be slower than him, it will not lose physical strength. During this process, he can also use internal strength to recover from his injuries.

Chen Po's face was full of anxiety.

Xuan'er, you have to wait for me.

Among the caravan, Zhao Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that his expression became extremely ugly.

"Fuck, go and chase me!"

"He brat kidnapped the young lady!"

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