Seeing Wang Ji rushing towards him, Yang Chun was not afraid. He raised his big knife high. Seeing that Wang Ji was about to arrive, he hid from aside from one side of his body.

The big knife was extremely long and slashed directly. On the contrary, Wang Jipu's knife was much shorter, so he could only block it and hurriedly grabbed the horse. The man had already jumped off the horse.

It is best to ride a horse and fight alone. Sometimes it will be limited. For example, Yang Chun’s weapons are much longer than Wang Ji, and Yang Chun is also flexible in his hands and feet, so it is not convenient to fight as soon as possible.

Wang Ji is very skilled in martial arts, a little higher than Lu Qian, and his mind is more determined. After getting off the horse, he rushed to Yang Chun to fight.

At this time, more than twenty Tokyo masters followed closely, attacking and scrambling to the gates.

There were many minions from Huashan at the entrance of the pass, and the only powerful crossbows were fired, and many hunting bows were also shot. Fortunately, there were many horse-rejecting horses in front of them, so they were not afraid that these people would rush over directly to attack the horses.

However, these masters from Tokyo never expected that these bandits and strong men would be very accurate when they shoot strong bows. They killed several people with just one powerful crossbow. Although the hunting bow can kill people, their strength is much worse, they do not pose any threat to these masters.

Without thinking, the person who fired the powerful crossbow was the elite Northwest Army soldiers brought out by Zheng Zhi. At this time, they were all wearing linen clothes and dressed as minions, and kept firing powerful crossbows among dozens of minions.

These Tokyo masters were also fierce. Seeing several companions being shot to the ground, none of them retreated. They came to the gate of the horse, and they all turned over and dismounted, over and rushed into the crowd.

When one of them flew over, Park Dao slashed at a minion. Although the minion was tall and tall, he was dressed in a tattered robes and a worn felt hat. It was obvious that he was a man of no martial arts skills.

The master who came first slashed with a knife, his eyes were already looking at another person, and he was about to take the lead and slashed at this person with a second sword.

"Puff!" There was a muffled sound, and a sharp pain in his chest. The master turned around and looked at the person in front of him. He saw that the man had pierced his chest with a long spear. How could this master believe this fact? He was stunned and looked in disbelief on his face.

Then came a clanging kick, and the chest and spear had separated. Looking at the man with felt hat, he had already jumped up and rushed towards the other person.

This felt hat man is the nine-patterned dragon Shi Jin. Shi Dacheng is not afraid. He is wearing a torn linen cloth and a torn felt hat. He is hidden among the crowd and killed him.

There are a few more minions dressed up like this, who are also very fierce, namely Lu Da, Chen Da, and Wang Jin.

The four of them suddenly killed the crowd, and their unique skills were straight out. They even cut off several confidences and flew over the Tokyo master who refused to fight.

For a moment, these masters stopped after refusing the horse and were also shocked by this sudden change. Logically speaking, these people must have been tigers entering the flock of sheep, like cutting melons and vegetables, but such changes are so how can they react?

While Yang Chun and Wang Ji were fighting each other, Yang Chun gradually couldn't stand it and retreated step by step after more than ten moves.

At this time, Wang Ji still had the strength to do it. Seeing that his subordinates stopped, he shouted angrily: "Roar over!"

Suddenly, there were loud shouts of shaking flags and shouting around. Behind the official road, hundreds of people gathered around the mountain path. It was Shaohua's mountain village that was full of people, without any hesitation.

Zheng Zhi rushed out of the forest, dressed in a minion, and ran straight for Wang Ji, who beat Yang Chun to retreat step by step.

"That thief, I'm here to fight you." Zheng Zhi shouted loudly, also trying to rescue Yang Chun.

Wang Ji was very confident in his martial arts. He practiced from the age of 34 to the age of 30, practiced in the age of 39 in winter and practiced in summer. Among the millions of people in Tokyo, he lost to the move of Coach Lin. At this time, he was very upset. He thought that he could knock down the man in front of him in the blink of an eye, but twenty or thirty rounds passed. The little thief in the mountains and fields had not yet lost any damage. Wang Ji was not angry.

When Wang Ji heard a minion shouting for war, he was even more angry. He didn't even take him seriously. He turned to Zheng Zhi's original position and prepared to kill the bandit leader with one knife.

"Click!" As soon as the clamping spring sounded, Zheng Zhi's two short spears turned into one, his eyes fixed on Yu Hou Wang Ji, and the gun flower shook, and the cold light came out.

Wang Ji, who had been rushing towards Zheng Zhi, had his eyes twitched at this moment and he hurriedly stopped. Park Dao flew up to block it, muttering in his heart: Damn, where did this group of bird thieves come from so many masters?

"Ding Ding Ding Dang Dang!" A few gold and iron attacks, Wang Ji still took the action for a few times, keeping himself in good condition. Despite this, he immediately fell into a disadvantage. For a moment, he was suppressed by Zheng Zhi and had no time to fight back.

Looking around, there were still a dozen masters left who could not resist the horse. Later, they were surrounded by hundreds of minions. They had the intention to retreat in their hearts and turned around to fight out of the crowd.

After a few people retreated a little, Lu Dashijin and the other four men had already crossed over to the horse and chased the masters from Bianliang from behind.

The people in Shaohua Mountain surrounded him more and more, and they did not seek to kill the enemy. They all had weapons and stabbed forward in a row. Behind them, four masters led eight elite soldiers to chase him. On the other hand, Zheng Zhi and Wang Ji were surrounded by more than 100 people outside the battle circle.

At this time, Lin Chong and coach Zhang, who had just recovered, also appeared and joined the battle group. At this time, there was a total of five or six hundred people in the audience, and the situation was settled, so there was nothing to be exposed or not. They just wanted to kill these people one by one on the spot.

Wang Ji tried hard to block Zheng Zhi's attack. He was surrounded by him, but he did not dare to dodge. If he retreated too much, he would definitely be stabbed to death by the spear behind him, not to mention that Yang Chun was waiting for an opportunity to move. Wang Ji had to withstand Zheng Zhi's attack. The more he fought, the harder it would be to change the situation of being at a disadvantage.

"Two hundred taels are two hundred taels, I'll get out!" Wang Ji shouted, "That's the case if the strong dragon does not suppress the local snake. Now he can only admit defeat and just want to pass the official road checkpoint smoothly.

Zheng Zhi didn't answer. This was not a matter of money, but a life for him.

Yang Chun was smart and said, "Now for you, I can spend all the people in the village, and the toll of 200 taels and one horse can no longer solve the problem. The carriage and horse fees are more than these."

Yang Chun also spoke to distract Wang Ji from the spotlight.

"How much do you want?" Wang Ji blocked it and asked again quickly.

"One thousand taels per horse, are you just going to do this road?" Yang Chun shouted.

"After a thousand taels, it's also over." Wang Ji shouted quickly. At this time, there is no need to care about how much money is. Let's stop this unexpected fight and fight first. There will always be a way to rectify these strong men in the future. Now the pursuit of the murderer who killed the Yanei is the first priority.

At this moment, Zheng Zhi's iron spear of more than 40 pounds was swung from top to bottom, vigorously, and exhausted all his strength.

Wang Ji had no choice but to raise his knife to block it, and a huge force made the tiger's mouth numb, and a large mouth had already cracked.

"Ah!!!!" Zheng Zhi yelled, but he still tried his best to press.

Wang Ji stood up with his legs and used all his strength to carry it.

Suddenly, Wang Ji felt his strength relaxed, and Park Dao flew into the air with a spear. Wang Ji didn't know that things had changed.

When Wang Ji realized that a short gun had already penetrated into his chest.

It turned out that it was Zheng Zhi who used all his strength to suppress it. When Wang Ji had all his strength to block it, he immediately turned the spear into two pieces. Wang Ji naturally moved up and the short spear penetrated into Wang Ji's chest.

Zheng Zhi no longer paid attention to Wang Ji, who was not dead yet, drew out his short gun, picked up another short gun on the side, and shot two shots together, and then went to the checkpoint.

Wang Ji fell to the ground, his eyes looking at the sky with unwillingness, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and a big hole in his chest was like a spring. Wang Yuhou, the Taiwei Mansion of Tokyo, thought that the promotion was just this time, but he did not expect that he would be killed by a strong man in Shanye.

"Brother, Zhu Wu really admires his brother's careful planning today." Zhu Wu said with a smile on his face.

"It's nothing. You drag the body into the mountains and buried it first, and the horses will be taken into the mountain village." Zheng Zhi made a arrangement, regardless of whether Zhu Wu really admired or flattered him, he just wanted to finish the matter quickly and minimize subsequent troubles.

Zhu Wu listened to the instructions and went on to do things.
Chapter completed!