At this moment, Sima Zhuifeng was desperately avoiding Ying Feng's pursuit.
A severe sword wound slid diagonally from Sima Zhuifeng's left shoulder, across his chest and abdomen, to the inside of his right leg. The wound was about an inch deep and almost disemboweled Sima Zhuifeng.
If Sima Zhuifeng hadn't been wearing a piece of gold-threaded soft armor, which could effectively resist slashing with sharp weapons, this sword would have split him into two pieces!
Even though Sima Zhuifeng wore a close-fitting gold silk soft armor, ordinary sharp weapons could not damage the soft armor at all. Facing the eight-sided sword in Yingfeng's hand forged by the Manghuang relics using ancient Qin secrets, the soft armor was still damaged. The sword split open, and Sima Zhuifeng was also severely injured.
The blood was dripping, and the pain in the wound was unbearable. Every time he took a step, the diaphragm in the wound twitched violently, and the internal organs seemed to break through the diaphragm and escape from the body. Sima Zhuifeng had already taken several pills to curb internal bleeding, and smeared a layer of excellent golden sore medicine on the wound. The damage caused by this sword was too great, and he could barely keep the wound from healing. deterioration.
Fire was blazing all over his body, and Sima Zhuifeng was covered in blood. He was like a fireball passing over the tall buildings in Yazhou City. He tapped the roof of the tall building with his toes, and his body was dozens of feet away in a flash. Fireworks soared into the sky, and Sima Zhuifeng could no longer control the high temperature emitted by her martial arts. Many small buildings were set on fire by her.
Wearing heavy armor, Ying Feng ran wildly on the ground like a wild bull.
His movement skills were not as good as Sima Zhuifeng, but he ran extremely fast, and all the houses and walls in front of him were broken open by his sword. Where he passed, houses collapsed and walls were shattered. There were unlucky Yazhou City gang members and those city foxes and rats who took advantage of the chaos to rob. They accidentally stood in front of Ying Feng and were also killed by him with a single sword.
"Quack!" Ying Feng kept laughing ferociously, and shouted sternly at Sima Zhuifeng, who was escaping quickly in front of him: "Prince Trojan, what are you running from? Your concubine, and the children your concubine helped you give birth to are all in my hands. Here! Do you really have the heart to leave them alone?"
In terms of strength, Ying Feng is not as good as Sima Zhuifeng.
Just now, all the guards under Sima Zhuifeng were killed by the naturalized natives brought by Ying Feng, but Sima Zhuifeng suppressed Ying Feng and beat them violently, causing Ying Feng to vomit blood and retreat.
When Sima Zhuifeng was about to kill Ying Feng, a group of Manghuang remnants escorted Sima Zhuifeng's concubines in Xina, Yazhou, and the children they had given birth to for him. . The bright swords were already placed on their necks.
Sima Zhuifeng was in a state of confusion for a moment. Ying Feng took advantage of the situation and violently injured Sima Zhuifeng with a sword.
Sima Zhuifeng was very decisive. After receiving a blow from the sword, he turned around and walked away, without stopping at all for his concubine and children who were crying loudly behind him.
Hearing Ying Feng's provocative words, Sima Zhuifeng couldn't help but laugh "Jie Jie" strangely: "Just a concubine, if you die, you will die. In an old house in the capital, there are nearly a hundred concubines, so what are just a few concubines? Those bastards born from concubines, I, Sima Zhui Feng, would be in danger for a few bastards?"
"The son of a rich man will not sit in court. As long as I escape safely today, no matter you delay them or burn them, I will take revenge a thousand times or a hundred times in the future! There are countless surviving tribes in the wild mountains. I will slaughter a hundred of your tribes. It can always be worth their lives!”
Sima Zhuifeng gritted his teeth and smiled, but his heart seemed to be bleeding.
He really didn't care about those concubines. He could buy a concubine with a hundred taels of silver. Even if it had some color, it was nothing more than a plaything.
What really made him heartbroken was the bastard born to him by one of his concubines. Although the boy is young, he is born with all the skills and is an excellent martial arts seedling. He is also very talented. At the age of less than five years old, he can already recognize more than 3,000 characters, even the profound and difficult ancient seal characters. He also learned more than four hundred!
Sima Zhuifeng had the intention of letting him replace him in the Jin capital, the incompetent eldest son who only knew how to eat, drink, whore and gamble!
If he was killed by Ying Feng's men, Sima Zhuifeng swore that he would use all the power of the Sima clan to take revenge.
When Ying Feng heard Sima Zhuifeng's cold and ruthless words, he couldn't help but cursed, gritted his teeth, strode forward, and continued the pursuit with his head down.
Gradually, other big men wearing heavy armor and whose strength was comparable to Ying Feng came up from all around. They shouted loudly and cooperated with Ying Feng to chase and intercept Sima Zhuifeng, trying to trap him in Yazhou City!
After all, Sima Zhuifeng was the governor of Yazhou. If he could capture Sima Zhuifeng alive, it would be extremely valuable to these wild survivors.
Sima Zhuifeng gritted his teeth. He bit the tip of his tongue and shouted loudly, "Yunlai!"
"Whoosh!" The fire rushed out, and the boots under Sima Zhuifeng's feet suddenly burned into ashes. A large fire cloud with a radius of three feet wrapped around Sima Zhuifeng's legs and lifted him up suddenly. Sima Zhuifeng's body suddenly flew up to a height of five hundred feet, and fell in an arc towards the outside of the city.
"The Art of Flying Clouds! The Trojan Governor is actually a mystic?" Ying Feng and others were stunned, and chased Sima Zhui Feng in the direction of his escape with increasing haste.
Sima Zhuifeng is actually a powerful mystic, so he is even more valuable.
Led by Ying Feng, a dozen heavily armored men and hundreds of capable natives ran wildly, chasing Sima Zhuifeng out of the north gate of Yazhou City and chasing him in the direction where he fell.
Sima Zhuifeng's Feiyun secret technique allowed him to rush out of the city for more than ten miles in one breath. After he was seriously injured, he used the secret technique. Sima Zhuifeng stumbled and fell to the ground. He almost fell to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. When I came out, my internal organs felt as if they were being cooked in boiling oil and felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Neigh", "neigh", several horses neighed. Sima Zhuifeng suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened in shock.
Just over a hundred feet in front of him, a dense forest loomed. A large group of cavalry wearing iron armor were riding out of the forest in neat lines. Behind these cavalry were large areas of elite infantry wearing leather armor.
More than a dozen military flags fluttered in the wind, with the bloody word "Li" in the middle of the flag.
General Li, the general guarding the Nine Levels of Wind and Rain, known as the Big Open Coffin, and his subordinates arrived in time at the request of Sima Zhuifeng.
A figure rushed over quickly. Old Wutou rushed in front of Sima Zhuifeng and hugged him: "Master, master, what is going on?"
With a "whoop" sound, a dry, cold evil aura hit him. General Li jumped off his mount and dashed hundreds of feet away, like a flagpole that stuck firmly to Sima Zhui Feng's side.
General Li, who was extremely strong and strong, with a ruthless and indifferent look on his face, looked at Sima Zhuifeng who was covered in blood and said in astonishment: "Master Taishou, what happened in the city of Anzhou? Do you need the general to lead troops to suppress it?"
When he said the word "pressure", General Li couldn't help but have an extremely bloodthirsty and ferocious expression on his face.
Sima Zhuifeng took a breath. He pondered for a while and suddenly smiled: "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, stand still. I remember there is a valley nearby that can station troops. Hurry up and hide with your men."
"The matter has come to an end. I want to see how Zhou Liuyun and Chu Jie end it."