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The soldier held his spear and stabbed at Jiang Shuo's chest. The person in the palanquin had a high status, if it was disturbed by even half an inch, it would be a crime to lose one's head.

Jiang Shuo turned sideways and raised his hand, one hand firmly grasping the tip of the spear while the other hand gripped his forearm. With a "ka", the spear broke into two. In the next second, with the broken spear in hand, Jiang Shuo stabbed it into the soldier's shoulder, immediately dripping with blood. The soldier let out a heart-wrenching scream, clutching his shoulder as he fell to the ground. In the blink of an eye, he was engulfed by his comrades who pounced on him. With a low growl, Jiang Shuo pushed back the soldiers in front of him with his palm, leaping into the middle of the raging flood of battle.

After fighting for a while, Jiang Shuo frowned, he suddenly realized that whether it was in martial arts or quality, these people were far stronger than the Yulin soldiers he had interacted with before — the soldiers found out that Jiang Shuo's kung fu was not bad, and they stabilized the formation, surrounding him in a circle. They were not in a hurry to attack, but wanted to trap Jiang Shuo to death. Jiang Shuo was unable to exert his strength and flexibility, and every time he aimed in a direction and broke through, before he had even taken a few steps forward, many crises would appear behind him. By the time he was able to resolve the danger, the gap that he had painstakingly ripped open had already been filled by the enemy.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Jiang Shuo felt like he was being fooled. Thinking of Yu Han at death's door, he couldn't help but feel a burning anxiety in his heart.

"If this continues, I'll definitely be captured!"

Jiang Shuo's hand flashed with a golden light, his fist shot out like lightning, and instantly imprinted itself onto the enemy's chest.

Pow! The golden wheel broke into pieces. The enemy's eyes froze, as if his chest had been stuffed into a lump of plaster. He felt stuffy and sluggish, then fell backwards.

Golden light flashed as he jumped in the middle of the crowd. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight of the enemies around Jiang Shuo had fallen to the ground. Poking the acupoint with his finger, it took the tendons, muscles and joints, making it numb and sore. Jiang Shuo's attack, on the other hand, directly affected the root of the bone, as if the bones supporting the body had been forcefully removed. Coupled with the strange golden light, it caused the experienced and knowledgeable soldiers to be extremely afraid. They couldn't help but pull apart the distance as they wondered in their hearts, "What kind of demonic art is this?"

With the formation loose, Jiang Shuo found a chance to move a few meters forward.

"Stop him, you mustn't let him get near Ji Fei!" The man who looked like a general shouted. He was wearing light armor and was very handsome. He had been guarding the carriage the entire time and didn't dare to leave.

Upon hearing his shout, the soldiers all braced themselves up and encircled him once again. However, Jiang Shuo had already entrenched the image of the magic, and the soldiers' hearts were thumping hard, forcing themselves to go forward but not to work. After the crazy assault, Jiang Shuo was getting closer and closer to the city gate.

The general touched the handle of his dagger and observed everything that was happening in front of him.

At this time, a few slender fingers, which were as white as green onions, opened a corner of the carriage's curtain. Then, a voice as clear as an orchid sounded, "General Meng, what happened?"

General Meng trembled as he hurried to bow in front of the carriage and beg for forgiveness. "It's just a troublesome commoner. I've neglected my duty to disturb esteemed wangfei."

"Oh?" The corner of the curtain opened to reveal Ji Fei's face, which was covered by a white gauze. Her rosy lips and beautiful nose, which were filled with haziness, accentuated her peerless beauty. Her limpid eyes paused when she saw Jiang Shuo, and a ripple flashed across them. Then, she retracted her snow-white arm. "Meng Xiong."

"This lowly general is here." From the beginning to the end, he didn't even dare to raise his head one bit. Who didn't know that the Son of Heaven only doted on Ji Fei? Meng Xiong abided by the rules and didn't dare to exceed it.

"Bring him here. I have something to ask him."

Meng Xiong's heart was filled with suspicion as he thought, "Could it be that Ji Fei knows this troublesome people?" However, it was impossible after some careful consideration. The two of them were like clouds and mud, so it was impossible for them to be connected at all.

"This lowly general obeys." Meng Xiong slowly lifted his foot, walking step by step towards Jiang Shuo.

The soldiers surrounding Jiang Shuo had looks of surprise on their faces, as they all stepped aside, opening up a path.

Looking at his cowardly underlings, Meng Xiong snorted and walked up to Jiang Shuo, his right hand extended to grab Jiang Shuo's shoulder.

Jiang Shuo felt an invisible pressure behind his back, making it hard for him to breathe. He turned his head in a panic, and Meng Xiong's palm was already in front of his face. The enemy grabbed at random, the force of his palm enveloping the area, it was as if there was an invisible net surrounding Jiang Shuo. Not to mention dodging left and right, even if he leaped backwards, he would not be able to avoid this palm. Jiang Shuo gritted his teeth, striking out with his golden wheel. They had no choice but to clash head on.

As the two palms collided, Meng Xiong's expression didn't change. He forcefully pressed his five fingers together. "Pa!" The golden light shattered like glass and disappeared without a trace, with no effect whatsoever.

"What a powerful martial art!"

Jiang Shuo was shocked, his hand was already tightly held by Meng Xiong, unable to break free. In a moment of desperation, he struck out with another palm. When it was about to land on Meng Xiong's face, Meng Xiong's right hand suddenly twisted. A bone-piercing pain came from his wrist, and Jiang Shuo screamed. To prevent his wrist from breaking, he had no choice but to turn around and give up on attacking. Meng Xiong slapped his right shoulder, and Jiang Shuo felt half of his body go numb.

Meng Xiong carried Jiang Shuo and returned to the carriage. "Esteemed wangfei, they have arrived."

Ji Fei did not open the curtain, but asked directly from inside the carriage, "Where did you come from? Who taught you that martial arts just now? "

"It's also because of my cultivation technique …" Jiang Shuo's heart suddenly tightened, "Could it be, that she also knows of the Crimson Cloud Village's existence?"

"I was asking you a question. Didn't you hear me?" A voice that sounded like the sound of nature rang out, carrying a faint hint of threat, "Since you chose to remain silent, then you should be clear about what exactly I am asking. I don't have much patience, so I'll only give you one chance to answer. "

"I …" Jiang Shuo thought for a moment and decided to hide the matter of the Crimson Cloud Village, "I don't know what you are talking about." I'm just a local disaster victim who wants to go to the city to treat people. As for my martial arts, it's my family's inherited defensive martial arts. "

The more people in the outside world showed concern for the Crimson Cloud Village, the more important the secret of the Crimson Cloud Village was.

"So that's the case …" Her last word dragged on for an extremely long time, as if she was seriously considering something.

"General Meng, kill him." His light words carried on, as if he was talking about ordinary matters.

Jiang Shuo's whole body shook. He would never have thought that his lie would lead to such an outcome.

"Esteemed Empress, this …" Meng Xiong was shocked, he thought he had misheard, "Reporting to the Empress, it looks like the other party wants to enter the city instead of deliberately charging at the Empress. This meant that they had to kill him. Wasn't this too … "It's too serious?"

"Don't tell me that we have to wait for him to come in front of me before he can be convicted?" Ji Fei's tone was flat, without any fluctuations, "I'll leave this matter to you. When you're done, go with the Emperor. "The safety of this palace is of no concern. The Emperor has a body of a thousand gold and cannot afford to miss even a single moment of it."

How could Meng Xiong not know that Ji Fei was deliberately bringing the Emperor up to beat him up? He turned his head to look at Jiang Shuo, and could only lower his head to accept the order.

"Don't worry, General Meng." After Ji Fei instructed the coachman, the coachman pulled the reins and steered the carriage past the chaotic crowd of soldiers and off into the distance.

A group of soldiers accompanied them, leaving only a few soldiers guarding the gate, as well as Meng Xiong and Jiang Shuo.

"I have no choice but to obey the orders." Meng Xiong sighed and raised his hand high above Jiang Shuo's head.

"Wait." Jiang Shuo knew that with Meng Xiong's strength, killing him was as easy as flipping his palm, but there was one thing he had to do. "If I die, I die, but I hope you can help me with something, that's just a small matter for you."

"What is it?" Meng Xiong stopped moving.

He was a general of the imperial court, but a woman had ordered him to kill innocent people. This made him feel depressed, and he felt sorry for Jiang Shuo.

"I just hope that General Feng can go to the Hundred Flowers Sect and inform Teacher Feng En that Yu Han is in the cave outside the city and has contracted the pimple." Jiang Shuo said slowly.

"I have." Meng Xiong replied.

Jiang Shuo nodded his head and closed his eyes, welcoming death.

Even though they had only known each other for a short period of time, he believed in Meng Xiong's character. Since he had promised, he would definitely do it. Strangely, he had never expected himself to be so calm and serene in the face of death.

Meng Xiong stared at Qin Wentian in admiration, but unfortunately, he had no choice but to obey Ji Fei's orders. He concentrated his inner force into his palm, planning to give Jiang Shuo a a quick death, so that he wouldn't suffer too much.

Just as his palm was about to hit Meng Xiong, a masked man suddenly stuck his palm in from the side. A powerful and heavy palm struck Meng Xiong's side. The masked man was extremely well-hidden. Meng Xiong hadn't noticed this before, but in this critical moment, he could only turn around and strike out with his palm. Opposite his palm, Meng Xiong could only feel that the other party was powerless. His mind quivered as he thought, "Crap, there's a trick to it!"

Under the strong palm wind, the masked man was pushed back several meters, but he had pulled Jiang Shuo away from the field of death.

"I was too careless!" It seemed like he had already thought of a countermeasure long ago. He was willing to bear a palm strike from him in order to save the other party. Meng Xiong's eyes narrowed. Just as he was about to give chase, a few bright dots flashed before his eyes. Focusing his gaze, he realized that there were actually three silver needles. The silver needles were so small that they could barely be heard. If Meng Xiong's kung fu was not high enough, he probably would have been hit and lost his eyesight on the spot.

The masked man and Jiang Shuo were already a hundred feet apart, if they delayed any further, they would escape into the city. When that happened, it would be like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Meng Xiong didn't retreat. Instead, he threw out the long saber at his waist. The silver needle stabbed into the blade with a "clang clang". It was like an ant trying to shake a tree. The long saber cut through the air, aiming straight at the masked man's back.

"You go first, I'll be able to escape." The masked man pushed Jiang Shuo away, and with a twist of his feet, his palms landed on the blade. The saber spun out, and in the next moment, Meng Xiong, who was right behind him, grabbed the saber by its hilt and chopped down at the mountain of flowers with one blow, aiming for the head of the masked man. The masked man knew that he was no match for him, so he hurriedly turned around to give way. Both sides instantly began to fight.

Afraid that Jiang Shuo would like to help, but he was stopped by the masked man. Jiang Shuo thought that staying behind would only be a burden to the enemy, so he turned and ran.

Meng Xiong's face was gloomy. With a palm strike, he forced the masked man away, planning on chasing after him. At this time, the man in black took out a packet of medicinal powder and sprinkled it on Meng Xiong's face.

Meng Xiong only felt a slight dizzy feeling in his head. Shocked, he immediately retreated. By the time he waved his hand to disperse the powder, Jiang Shuo and the masked man were long gone.

He furrowed his brows, looked in the direction of Yulin City, and muttered: "Hundred Flowers Sect …"