Gu Nanyi thought for a while, nodded, and said slowly: "Don't worry, she can protect herself."
The man in gray heaved a sigh of relief, but still stood up uneasy, and made a detailed gesture to Gu Nanyi. Gu Nanyi listened without moving, looking very serious.
After talking for a long time, Gu Nanyi also repeated correctly, and then floated out in the right direction. The man in gray looked at Gu Nanyi's back, thinking of his master's various quirks and problems, he was really worried, and sighed in his heart, wanting to It would be nice if the Commander-in-Chief is here, but it’s a pity that the Commander-in-Chief stays in the Imperial Capital, and he has to deal with the traitor surnamed Xin and the Royal Key Guard, so he can’t get away... I don’t know if the No.
In this world, wishes are always beautiful, but reality is always cruel...
The horse under Feng Zhiwei is a top-notch crossing horse bought by the rich and wealthy Yan family with a lot of money. It is very handsome and has great strength. It gallops like lightning, and has already run for more than ten miles in the billowing smoke and dust.
According to Feng Zhiwei's calculation, Ning Yi's team will not go too fast, they are at most thirty miles away, and there should be a post station thirty miles away, and they will probably rest there overnight.
It's approaching mid-autumn, the night wind is deep and cold, and the sweat from before is frozen on the front and back, and it's bone-chillingly cold. Feng Zhiwei's speed on the horse has not slowed down, but as soon as he stretches out his hand, he has slowly drawn a soft black sword from his waist .
The sword is very long, and it was wound around her waist a few times, just to make her slender waist thicker. The body of the sword is not an ordinary shape, and both sides have sharp edges, one of which is jagged, with a triangular head and a pure black surface. Non-reflective - it looks like a very insidious murder weapon, which fits her temperament very well.
This is a weapon she designed and built for herself. She has never used it, and maybe it can be used today.
After another forest, the station will arrive.
In the distance, the post station was sunk in a silent darkness, and the moonlight was peacefully shining on the ridge of the roof, and there was nothing unusual about it.
The woods are sparsely distributed on both sides of the road, where horses can pass through. Feng Zhiwei's horse is a superb horse, passing through the woods without stopping, raising its hooves straight across.
Feng Zhiwei stared at the ground.
Suddenly the soft sword in his hand hangs down, and the horizontal sword is swiped.
"Zheng!"
He obviously didn't see anything, but suddenly there was a flash of black light, and there was a clanking sound, and something seemed to break with a snap, and flew to both sides.
As if someone was exclaiming, Feng Zhiwei sneered, the soft sword slashed horizontally, the tree on the side of the road suddenly fell, and the figure behind the tree flew up into the sky in a flash, Feng Zhiwei's ultra-long soft sword had already appeared and retracted like a poisonous snake.
The figure staggered, and Feng Zhiwei, whose long hair was swaying on Pegasus, had already passed him, passing over the fallen trees like a stream of light.
It takes only a moment to draw a sword, break a tree, hurt a person, and fly a horse over a tree.
The figure was still convulsing on the ground, and Feng Zhiwei, who was riding fast like lightning, had already crossed the forest, with a ball of steel wire hanging from the long sword pointing straight to the ground, the jagged sword was heavily stained with blood.
There was a sneer on the corner of her lips, which was colder than the blue blood.
Just now when she saw through the woods that there was no light at the station, she became vigilant—the Long Tasseled Guards are well-trained palace guards, and there will always be people on guard at any time.
If the inn was really ambushed, the killers would most likely be ambushing on the nearby arteries at this time, intercepting and killing those who rushed to help.
But because it is impossible for a large team to come so fast, the ambush must be simple, and not many people will be sent.
Before the station, the best ambush is the woods.
Those who come to the rescue must drive their horses straight away in a hurry. What better way than laying steel wires at the tree stumps, tripping the opponent's horse's legs, causing the horse to fall and hurt people
The other party waited for her to fold the blackened steel wire in the night.
She waited for the opponent to fold the blacked-out long sword at her waist.
They are all prepared, whoever is more ruthless wins.
Feng Zhiwei wounded the enemy with one sword and never looked back. He didn't even take a second look at the first loot he got with the sword. Since someone is ambushing here, it means that Ning Yi is indeed staying in the inn, and the danger is ahead!
There was a crack in the tiger's mouth. She didn't lift the sword to look at it. Although she had been practicing martial arts hard all the time, she lacked actual combat experience after all, and the angle of force was wrong.
The only strange thing is that she is very late in practicing martial arts, but her real strength has improved very fast. Although there is no way to compare the speed of other people's real qi training, but even the child knows that it has only been practiced for nearly a year, how can it break a tree
Now is not the time to think too much, Feng Zhiwei pushed the rein with one hand, adjusted his true energy, the heat in his body surged and dispersed into the meridians.
The steed dodged and was about to run out of the woods.
The moment the horse rushed out of the woods, Feng Zhiwei suddenly turned over and flew under the horse's belly.
"Crack!"
In the darkness, a crossbow bolt with a fishy wind passed by where she was sitting just now.
Feng Zhiwei passed under the horse's belly, swept in the direction of the crossbow arrow, and instantly slammed into the arms of a man. Without raising her head, she raised her elbow, and hit the man's throat cartilage hard.
With a slight "click", the man's throat cracked and there was a strong wind from the left side. Feng Zhiwei clasped the broken throat of the man in front of him with one hand, and pushed the corpse to the left side. Drag, give it a hard push.
There was a low muffled sound, and there was a vague splash of sticky liquid, Feng Zhiwei's heart trembled - such a ferocious punch, this is a master insider!
The martial arts of the people who appeared were higher than the last, but in exchange for a smile on the corner of her mouth, the corpse in her hand had just been pierced by the opponent's abdomen, and the soft sword she had been waiting for had already penetrated the big bloody hole calmly, and shot straight at the opponent !
With a low chirp, the sneak attacking master on the left covered his lower body and staggered back, his eyes shocked—the opponent's martial arts may not be very high, but his shots are extremely ruthless, accurate, and tricky!
He reluctantly fumbled for the signal rocket at his waist, and as soon as he moved his hand, the already long soft sword suddenly sprang out again, a black light flashed in the air, and one hand fell to the ground dripping with blood.
He was still holding a flag flower rocket in his hand.
The man opened his mouth to cry out in pain, when a lump of something hit him and blocked his mouth, the smell was so stench that he couldn't call out any more immediately.
In the consciousness before dying, I only saw a slender figure rushing over, picking up the flag flower rocket, and then the cold and slender sword flashed, and the darkness fell forever.