[Qingfeng Paper Towel]: There was actually an assassination attempt. Is this lining up to give people their heads
[Hugging instead of being strong]: The world is so beautiful, isn't it bad to live, why do you have to run over to find death
[Tang Poems and Song Poems]: The anchor's killing intent can be felt across the screen. When others encounter an assassination, they panic. Only her painting style is different, and they are eager to try. Alas, although I am super scared, I will not leave because of the host's looks and skills!
[The Crimson of the Fairy Queen]: Knock the bowl and wait for the anchor to kill the Quartet, and smash the heads of these killers!
The salted fish were even more excited than Jiang Pengji, and couldn't wait to see her clean up those assassins.
Jiang Pengji did not disappoint them either, she squeezed the arrow in her hand with a little force, and her eyes were full of killing intent.
The killers hiding in the jungle exchanged glances, and the next second they heard the sound of sharp weapons being unsheathed.
"kill-"
No matter how the outside world portrays Jiang Pengji's bravery, people who have not seen it with their own eyes will always disbelieve it, especially Jiang Pengji's figure is so deceptive. Who could have imagined that such a tall but not burly female body would have such a powerful combat power.
Battlefield fighting is not the same as small-scale armed confrontation.
The former pays attention to the aesthetics of violence and does not have any tricks to speak of, while the latter relies more on moves and cooperation.
Jiang Pengji was alone, with no guards around, but these killers were specially trained to die, and it was unclear who would die.
Looking coldly at the enemy rushing out of the jungle, Jiang Pengji sneered disdainfully.
With a swipe, she pulled out the scabbard of the Zhan Shen Dao and faced the killers coming from all directions.
Her reaction made the killer bewildered, is this Duke Lan Ting sure not funny
After a moment of stunned effort, the blade was already in front of him.
She fired the knife very quickly, and before the killer who bore the brunt of the pain, was kissed by the blade on the neck.
One second, the killer was still thinking about how to kill the enemy, but the next second he felt a cold in his throat. I don't know who's blood spurted out, dyeing the sight of the red. The world was spinning, and the body fell to the ground following the inertia of the forward charge, making a dull sound. A question popped into the killer's mind - why did the surrounding temperature drop so much? Why did the sky suddenly darken? Why does the neck hurt so much
He tried to open his mouth to say something, but he couldn't even sigh.
Of course Jiang Pengji didn't care what the killer who died in her hands was thinking before he died, she only knew that the Zhan Shen Dao was shaking with excitement.
This knife is also wronged by following him. After finally being able to open meat once, naturally he has to kill enough.
Of course, she knew that it was better to capture the killers alive than to kill them—if there was no command, these killers would not ambush Jiang Pengji inexplicably—but, how could there be any reason to reject the heads of those who took the initiative to send them to the door? The same is true of leaving a hole or two alive at the end.
There are hundreds of killers in this batch, and each of them is a well-trained dead man, and it is impossible to raise them if they are not from a high-ranking family.
Cultivating a qualified killer requires not only a lot of material and financial resources, but also a considerable amount of manpower and energy. Ordinary wealthy households simply cannot afford high-quality dead men. Jiang Pengji knew their general origins as soon as they fought, and most of them were inseparable from the Nansheng clan.
They will send people to assassinate themselves, and Jiang Pengji is also mentally prepared.
The ancients of this era could not even accept cremation, and firmly believed that cremation was "dead without a whole body", "crushed to pieces", "blasphemy of the dead"... The more noble, the more attention to it. They couldn't even accept cremation, let alone Jiang Pengji who dug the graves of their ancestors and looted the gold and silver funeral objects of the deceased. Even if she had one thousand ten thousand reasons, Jiang Pengji would offend them to death.
They didn't do it before, just because they were not sure, Jiang Pengji was surrounded by heavy guards.
What about now
She killed herself and brought a few guards out to hunt for winter swimming, and she was still accompanied by a Yang Tao.
If they can assassinate Jiang Pengji, and then frame the crime on Yang Tao, they will be able to leave it clean and watch Jiang Pengji's forces fall apart with a smile. These ideas are good, but they should also be based on the fact that Jiang Pengji was really assassinated.
As long as Jiang Pengji does not die, these wishful thinking can only be abacuses and not facts.
If there are bystanders in the jungle, you can see a red figure dodging among the killers at a speed that mortals can't reach.
Whenever the blade shoots, it will inevitably raise a bloody arc, taking away a fresh human life.
Let the killer secretly shoot cold arrows, or besiege or plot, Jiang Pengji is unscathed, and it is even more slippery than a loach.
From the jungle comes the agonizing sound of swords crashing...
At the same time, a group of guards followed Jiang Pengji's order and took Yang Tao back by water.
At dusk, the temperature of the water surface was colder than that of the land. Yang Tao shivered suddenly and woke up in a daze.
"What time is it..."
Yang Tao asked vaguely.
The guard replied respectfully, Yang Tao nodded confusedly, and sat on the deck for a while before regaining some sense.
"Where's Duke Liu?"
He remembered that he drank a lot of alcohol, and now his head still hurts a lot. Before he got drunk, did he remember that the other party drank more than him
The guard said hesitantly, "The lord went hunting, and specially asked the younger ones to escort you back."
Yang Tao groaned subconsciously, no doubt about him, but soon figured out that something was wrong.
The number of guards Jiang Pengji brought out was not small, and the number of guards she brought out was also not small.
These guards are all here, so is there anyone around Jiang Pengji
Yang Tao never imagined that Jiang Pengji would be daring and jumping all over the place by himself, and he didn't expect this level for a while.
"When will Duke Liu go back?"
The guard said, "Little I don't know."
Yang Tao asked, "She didn't say it? It's getting dark, it's not safe outside."
If you don't go back, I'm afraid someone will make trouble.
Although she is a prince, Jiang Pengji seems to have "door access".
She spent the night outside without saying hello, and the civil servants and generals under her tent were still not crazy
The guard looked embarrassed and hesitantly said, "The lord did not bring anyone with him, nor did he say when he would return..."
Yang Tao didn't react for a while, and it took a long while to digest the guard's words.
"No one? What do you mean by no one?"
Yang Tao's voice raised an octave.
The guard's head dropped lower.
"The lord doesn't like being followed by anyone around you... This time, too..."
"Do you know how many people in the world want her life? Even if she wants yours, you can't leave the post without permission?" Yang Tao was completely shocked, and at the same time sobered up, his tone was rarely serious. "Order the captain to turn around immediately!"
It's best if there is no accident. If there is an accident, these guards and themselves will line up to see King Yama!