My house was confiscated and I was exiled. I emptied the emperor's warehouse and fled.

In the hazy night, an old inn stood quietly beside the desolate official road. The originally quiet night was broken by violent banging on the door, and a group of people wearing official uniforms and prison uniforms appeared in front of the inn.

"Open the door! Open the shutter! If you don't open it, I will tear it down!" The prisoners, who had benefited from Zhong Wei's hint, raised their wooden sticks one by one and smashed the wooden door hard.

These wooden sticks were cut from nearby materials on the way. After swallowing Qingxuan's control drugs, the prisoners removed their shackles and rushed to the inn as the vanguard.

Soon, the door creaked open. What he saw was a large number of men in black standing in a queue in the courtyard. Their eyes were cold, looking at the people who rushed into the yard with a dead look, and the swords in their hands shone with a cold light in the moonlight.

"This..." The prisoner at the head was frightened. From the aura of the group of people in front of him, it could be seen that they were clearly trained thugs and not ordinary gangsters.

At this moment, Zhong Wei stepped in from outside the door. He was tall and powerful. He held the handle of the big knife at his waist with one hand and said in a deep voice: "Call your shop owner to come out!"

The closed door creaked open, and a middle-aged man in a green robe appeared in front of him. The man in black stepped to the side to make way for a passage.

"Are you the exile team going to Youzhou?" The middle-aged man looked at the dark crowd and asked contemptuously.

But I was wondering: Why did these people arrive so quickly?

"That's right, hand over my people and goods, and I will spare your life." Zhong Wei stood up with his head held high, and his whole body was full of momentum. The prisoners who were thinking of retreat were greatly encouraged, and they rushed into the courtyard gate and defended themselves. Looking at Zhong Wei, the two faced each other.

"Hmph, you are so arrogant when you are about to die, give it to me!" The middle-aged man did not ask about the ransom at all. With a command, the men in black in the courtyard moved.

They waved the weapons in their hands and swarmed towards the visitors like a tide.

The son of the Chu family who was hiding outside the door appeared, walked into the inn and closed the courtyard door, stopping the prisoners who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape.

"As long as you kill one person and perform meritorious service, I will add you to the death list and let you go!" Zhong Wei shouted at the right time.

The prisoners knew that Zhong Wei would keep his word, and with no way out, they felt a sense of solitude and rushed towards the man in black, shouting.

Zhong Wei led dozens of officials to follow him, as well as Chu Yi and other monks. Hundreds of people fought in a melee.

Chu Yi waved the long sword in his hand, and every swing was like playing a death movement, causing a wave of blood among the men in black.

Although there were a large number of men in black, Zhong Wei did not give in too much, and there were masters from the Chu family involved, making it difficult to decide the outcome.

Contrary to the flash of swords and shadows in the front yard, Qingxuan led the shadow guards to fly to the inn house like ghosts, moving quickly and orderly to search for the detained person.

In a room on the second floor of the inn, a clean-faced old man wearing expensive brocade clothes and a gloomy expression stood in front of the window holding a tea cup, watching the battle in the front yard, his eyebrows slightly clustered, and a sharp voice sounded: "Those are all The Chu family?"

A burly man next to him bent slightly and said, "Yes, the leader is Chu Yi, the Sixth Young Master of Chu."

"Chu Yi, what a pity." The clean-faced old man shook his head, took a sip of tea, and said, "Go and meet him."

"Yes." The burly man bowed to accept the order, jumped down from the window, stepped on the shoulders and heads of several black-clothed assassins, and appeared in front of Chu Yi in an instant.

"Sixth Young Master, I'm offended!" Without waiting for Chu Yi to respond, the big man held a big sword and swung it towards Chu Yi's face.

At this critical moment, Chu Yi's expression did not show the slightest panic. He swayed and cleverly avoided the attack of the sword, and then with lightning speed, he quickly struck back with his sword. The two stood together, the sword dancing so fast that it left an afterimage.

"Sir, it's not good! The hostages have been rescued!" A man in black covered the bloody mouth on his waist and stumbled into the door.

"Trash!" Old Man Jingmian yelled angrily, grabbed the sword on the table and rushed to the small building in the backyard, "Send someone to Heifeng Village quickly to mobilize troops!"

At this time, Qin Junyi, who was hiding on the roof, was listening to the scouts reporting back to the entire inn, and he already had a clear idea of ​​the enemy's power.

I don't know whether to call Eunuch Yuan arrogant or prudent. He actually left half of his men in Heifeng Village. Did he want to try another one if his plan failed?

When Eunuch Yuan led a dozen people to the backyard, Qing Xuangang asked his men to take the rescued hostages and send them to a safe area.

Except for the officials, all of these hostages had been severely tortured. Their clothes were soaked with blood, but fortunately they still had a faint breath.

As soon as Eunuch Yuan saw Qingxuan and others, he sneered: "Are you all the shadow guards of the Qin family? If you switch to my sect, you will not only survive, but you will also enjoy endless glory and wealth."

"Hmph, you royal lackey, take your life!" Qingxuan's eyes were firm and cold, and he held the sword in his hand tightly. The sharp sword force was like lightning, piercing the dark night sky.

Eunuch Yuan raised his hand, and the subordinates behind him swarmed forward.

Those people can be reused by Eunuch Yuan, and their martial arts are naturally strong, but they are still slightly inferior to Qingxuan.

In front of a real master, the opponent seemed to be useless, Qingxuan neutralized the incoming attacks with one move. The dancing sword seemed to be mocking the incompetence of these lackeys.

Not long after, the men in black beside Qingxuan fell to the ground, and no one could stand up again.

Several other men in black were entangled by the Qin family's shadow guards, and no one could stand in front of Eunuch Yuan.

"Crack, crack, crack."

After three rounds of applause, Eunuch Yuan clasped his hands and said with a sinister smile: "As expected of the shadow guard of the Qin family, he is extremely skilled."

"Stop talking nonsense." Qingxuan looked indifferent. Just as he was about to raise his sword and move forward, a black shadow appeared beside him.

Qin Junyi turned his head and said, "Leave him to me and you lead everyone to the front yard to have a look."

"But......"

"Listen to orders!"

"Yes!" Qingxuan suppressed his worries and quickly joined the stalemate battle, killing all the fighting enemies in a short time.

He took a deep look at Qin Junyi, who was wearing a windless robe and showing off his extremely powerful sword, and led everyone towards the front yard.

The front yard was already in chaos, and the fighting became more intense. The backyard was deserted, with only two people left dueling.

However, every strike of their swordsmanship seemed to be filled with tremendous power, and the blazing sword energy was filled with a chilling chill.

Eunuch Yuan, as the top master in the family, was ordered to strangle Qin Junyi, who had been severely punished. He thought it would be an easy task, but he was frightened by the shameless Qin family shadow guard in front of him.

"Who are you!" During the battle, Eunuch Yuan's shrill scream belonging to a eunuch broke out.

Qin Junyi remained silent. What he responded to was his sword skills that became faster and faster.

The whole backyard was in a mess like a strong wind.

After pulling away again, a bloody gash appeared on Eunuch Yuan's arm. The skin and flesh were turned out, and the bones were visible. The blood dyed the entire sleeve red.

Qin Junyi felt a burning pain on his cheek. He stretched out his hand and touched it, and there was dazzling blood on his fingertips.

Disfigured? !