Song Xing is now one of the little celebrities in Wuyang City and one of Li Xian's confidants.
Just like that, when Song Xing came out of Li's house and wanted to continue to Anyang overnight, he was stopped by someone.
In the middle of the night, on a deserted mountain road, dozens of masked men in black stopped Song Xing and his group.
Delivering letters is not a safe thing, and many of Song Xing's personal soldiers were killed or injured. In this chaotic country of Daxia, countless messengers die every year. Especially during the recent period of the princes' competition, it seems that someone specifically robbed messengers.
"Song Xing, hand over the letter! It can save your life!" A trip rope was pulled, and Song Xing and his companions had to jump directly from their horses, while more than a dozen strong horses fell down with wailing.
In mid-air, Song Xing and his companions did not say a word and directly used their flying swords to attack. Song Xing and his companions' flying swords were all top-level magical weapons, and their speed and sharpness far exceeded those of ordinary flying swords. If it were not for the purpose of preventing the secret of the black iron from being leaked, Song Xing and his companions would not have used top-level magical weapons, but magic treasures.
But even so, these men in black who were blocking the road were still caught off guard; only one man in black escaped in a panic.
Song Xing wanted to chase them, but the remaining men in black kept dragging them away, and finally the leading man in black disappeared into the dark jungle.
The battle ended quickly. Song Xing counted his personal soldiers and said, "Those who are injured, return to Li's residence in Wuyang. Leave half of the bullets and talismans. The rest, go!"
There were four injured people. They led the injured healthy horses and dragged a few typical corpses back to Wuyang. The journey was relatively peaceful.
Song Xing and his companions could only run on foot, relying entirely on their true essence to support them. However, Song Xing and his companions did not rush directly to Anyang, as the journey was 1,500 miles long, which was too much for even a Jindan-stage cultivator. Song Xing led the rest of the group around and came to a mountain village.
After entering the mountain village and exchanging passwords, it only took a cup of tea for Song Xing and others to get on their strong horses and ride away.
But this time there seemed to be an unusually large number of men in black; Song Xing and his companions had only advanced a hundred miles when they encountered another group of them.
"This fun really never ends! Kill!" Song Xing flew up first, and this time he used not only a flying sword, but also talismans!
A handful of talismans flew out, three of them were ice talismans. A chilling aura instantly erupted, and the surroundings instantly turned into an ice sculpture world!
“How… is there such a… powerful talisman!” A young master who should be in the foundation-building stage trembled in fear. The cold aura had actually invaded his body and even froze his true essence.
Song Xing sneered, "The material used to make talismans with sea soul silk, how can it not be powerful! One talisman is worth 30 taels of gold! Your death is worth it."
As he spoke, the guards rushed forward and killed all those who were frozen and unable to resist. Then hurry up! Along the way, Song Xing and his party encountered five interceptions. If Song Xing hadn't made a prompt decision and directly scattered talismans, it would have been really dangerous. Even so, several guards still died. When they entered Anyang, they had run out of bullets.
When he saw Anyang Mansion, Song Xing wiped his bloody face and gritted his teeth: "Don't let me know who it is, otherwise I will make them sleepless!"