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Regardless of his past and present, his body was extremely agile, but he was a young hunter in this life, with rich hunting experience. This experience accumulates deep in his mind like a subconscious mind. Whenever he encounters danger, he will naturally be aroused.

He could see at a glance that these two were cavalrymen, with their legs swaying and running on their legs, and they were definitely not good enough. He remembered that this was a common weakness of cavalrymen.

His speed was as fast as lightning, which made the soldier not wary. More importantly, he looked just a young man, and both cavalrymen were a little contemptuous.

With a shrill scream, the soldier's right calf was cut off by a sword. Even Liu Jian did not realize that the short sword was sharp. His astonishment flashed by, and then he rushed towards the tiger, overturned the soldier to the ground, raised his sword and penetrated it into the soldier's chest with a fierce sword.

He turned around suddenly, stared at another soldier like a leopard, and slowly wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand. This was his experience in killing wild beasts. After killing one prey, he could not have any nostalgia, otherwise he would die in the mouth of the other beast.

Another soldier was more than ten steps away, and he also realized that it was too late to save him. Liu Jian killed someone quickly and did not give him any chance.

The two confronted each other, staring at each other without blinking, and no one dared to attack easily. The Cao army soldiers had drawn out their swords, one spear and the other, taking into account both length and length.

Liu Jian suddenly bent down to pick up the spears of the dead soldiers. The two of them were like tense strings. As long as one person changes slightly, they will immediately touch the attack of the other person.

The sergeant roared, threw a spear out, stabbed Liu Jian directly, and then rushed up and slashed his head.

Liu Jian bent down to pick up the spear, just a false move, just to touch the other party, just like a beast pounced on him. He pretended to pick up the spear, but his body rolled forward, avoiding the other party's spear in the air, jumped, and stabbed the other party's thigh from the side.

This Cao army soldier is a soldier with a height of eight feet tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist. He is much more powerful than the soldiers who were killed just now. He knew something was wrong with his sword.

But he was not panicked. He flashed the light of the sword and slashed it horizontally, just slashing the short sword in Liu Jian's hand, but Liu Jian threw it to the ground.

Liu Jian pressed him to the ground, pressed one of his hands with his knees, grabbed his ears, and pressed his head tightly on the grass. The other hand of the two competed in the air.

As time passed by little by little, Liu Jian suddenly heard a neighing sound of war horses coming from a distance. He was very anxious. His eyes slanted and he found that the man in white had sat up and looked at them blankly twenty steps away.

"You idiot, why don't you come and help me?" Liu Jian shouted in anger.

The moment he was distracted, Cao Junshi roared and grabbed his neck, and the huge force almost suffocated him to faint.

At the same time, Liu Jian also grabbed an arrow on the ground and inserted it into the other person's face with a fierce arrow. Cao Junshi screamed and tried his best to cut off his throat. The two of them were comparing who could kill the other person first.

Liu Jian seemed to be madly at his eyes and forehead and poked his arrow. Cao Junshi choked and his hands gradually loosened. At this time, someone shouted dozens of steps behind him: "Where is it?"

Liu Jian jumped up from Cao Junshi Chang, grabbed the skin on the ground, picked up the short sword, stumbled forward for a few steps, jumped into the river, swam several times across the other side, and ran to the depths of the woods with no chance.

The man in white was so scared that he got up and ran with him, "Master, wait for me."

The sky gradually became brighter and the sun shone into the woods. Liu Jian, hiding on a big tree, slowly opened his eyes. His throat felt ache, and he couldn't help but remember what happened last night.

The fight against two Cao soldiers last night was the most thrilling experience he had when he came to this era, and he was even driven to attack the Yellow Turban Army.

If the two Cao army soldiers had not despised the careless at the beginning, he would definitely not be the opponent of the two, and would definitely die. Looking back now, I felt a little scared.

He thought of the skin again. Liu Jian suddenly sat up and took the skin hanging from the tree behind him. It was for the skin that he almost lost his life. He wondered if the things inside were worth his hard work.

First, the dagger was gone. The dagger had no sheath and simply wrapped it in a piece of cloth. He took out a heavy small square box from the skin. The box was carved from the high-quality golden nanmu wood, with various floral patterns, which were very exquisite. Liu was immediately excited. Could it be that there were any gold jewelry in the box?

He almost held his breath and carefully opened the box. The box was made of golden brocade as an inner pad. The brocade was tied with a knot, and something was wrapped around it. He untied the brocade forged knot. It was a bronze official seal inside, and the turtle was a button, square and flat, only the size of a fist.

It turned out to be an official seal. Liu Jian was a little disappointed and looked at other things, as well as a letter and a bamboo slip. There was nothing valuable.

He took out the copper seal again, squinted his eyes and looked at the sunlight for a moment, and could barely recognize the seal characters on it, the seal of the Jin Pingting Hou.

This turned out to be the Marquis' Seal. He gasped and realized that the identity of the people who were killed yesterday was not simple.

Liu Jian couldn't help but look up at a big rock under the tree, and saw the man in white sitting on the big rock, staring blankly at the rising sun.

It seemed like he was sitting like this before dawn, with a lot of worries, but Liu Jian could understand that all the people who were walking with him were dead, and he must be very sad.

Liu Jian jumped off the tree, walked slowly to him, and placed his skin on the big rock next to him, "It's useless for me to give it back to you."

The man in white sighed, "All people are dead, what's the point of giving him?"

Thank you guys”

The man in white took out the letter and bamboo slips from his skin. The letter was written in fine linen paper. He opened it and read it again. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. At the beginning, he promised his lord that he would definitely take Mr. Jing back to Xiangyang. Now that he is dead, how can he go back to confess to the lord?

"This...Who is King Jin Pingting?" Liu Jian asked curiously.

"It's my lord's younger brother, and my lord is the governor of Jingzhou." For the sake of Liu Jian saving him, the man in white did not hide it.

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Chapter completed!