One Thousand Six Hundred and Twenty-Seven: Receive Nansheng, Kill Anxi (39)

[Qingfeng Tissue]: There was actually an assassination. Is this a queue to give away the head?

[Hug but not be strong]: The world is so beautiful, isn't it good to live? Why do you have to come here to seek death?

[Tang Poetry and Song Ci]: I can feel the anchor's murderous intent across the screen, and others will panic when encountering an assassination, but her painting style is different, and they are eager to try. Alas, even though I'm super scared, I won't leave because of the anchor's looks and skills!

[Fairy Queen's Scarlet]: Knock on the bowl and wait for the anchor to kill all directions, and smash the heads of these killers!

The salted fish were even more excited than Jiang Pengji, and couldn't wait to see her deal with those assassins.

Jiang Pengji didn't let them down either, she squeezed the arrow in her hand with a little force, her eyes and eyebrows were filled with murderous intent.

The killers hiding in the dense forest exchanged glances, and the next second they heard the sound of a sharp weapon being unsheathed.

"kill--"

No matter how the outside world plays up Jiang Pengji's bravery, people who haven't seen it with their own eyes will not believe it, especially Jiang Pengji's figure is so deceptive. Who would 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 skills at all, while the latter relies more on moves and coordination.

Jiang Pengji was left alone, without guards around her, but these killers were specially trained slayers, and it was still unknown who would die.

Looking coldly at the enemy rushing out of the dense forest, Jiang Pengji sneered disdainfully.

With a swipe, she drew the Zhanshen Knife out of its sheath, facing the killers coming from all directions, she advanced instead of retreating, feeling a little bit pleased.

Her reaction stunned the killer. Are you sure Mr. Lanting is not joking?

After a moment of dazed effort, the blade was in front of him.

She drew the knife very quickly, and before the killer who bore the brunt felt the pain, his neck was kissed by the blade.

One second the killer was still thinking about how to kill the enemy, but the next second he felt a chill in his throat, and someone's blood spewed out, staining everything in his sight red. The sky was spinning, and the body fell to the ground following the inertia of the forward rush, making a dull sound. A question appeared in the killer's mind—why did the surrounding temperature drop so much? Why did it suddenly get dark? Why is my neck so sore?

He tried to open his mouth to say something, but he couldn't even let out a sigh.

Of course, Jiang Pengji didn't care what the killer who died in her hands was thinking before she died, she only knew that Zhanshendao was trembling with excitement.

I felt wronged with this knife following me, and I finally managed to kill it once, so I naturally wanted to kill enough.

Of course she knew that it was better to capture the killers alive than to kill them - if there was no one to direct them, these killers wouldn't be able to ambush Jiang Pengji out of nowhere - but, how can there be any reason to reject the heads that come to your door? The same goes for keeping one or two alive at the end.

There are a hundred of these killers in total, and each of them is a well-trained dead man, who cannot be raised by a wealthy 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 killers. Jiang Pengji knew the general background of them as soon as they played against each other, most likely they were inseparable from the Nansheng gentry.

They would send someone to assassinate themselves, and Jiang Pengji was also mentally prepared.

The ancients in this era could not even accept cremation, and firmly believed that cremation was "death without a whole body", "body smashed into pieces", "blasphemy of the dead"...the more noble and noble, the more particular. They couldn't even accept cremation, let alone Jiang Pengji dug their ancestors' graves and searched for the dead's gold and silver funerary objects. Even if she had a thousand and ten thousand reasons, Jiang Pengji would offend them to death.

The reason they didn't do anything before was because they were not sure, Jiang Pengji was surrounded by heavy guards.

What about now?

She risked herself to go out for winter swimming and hunting with a few guards, so she survived with Yang Tao by her side.

If Jiang Pengji could be assassinated, then they would put the blame on Yang Tao, and they would be able to leave it clean and watch Jiang Pengji's power fall apart with a smile.

These ideas are good, but they must be based on the fact that Jiang Pengji was assassinated and died.

As long as Jiang Pengji survives, these wishful thinking can only be calculations rather than facts.

If there were other people watching in the dense forest, they would be able to see a red figure shuttle and dodge among the killers at a speed that ordinary people could not reach.

Whenever the blade makes a move, it will inevitably raise a bloody arc, taking away a fresh human life.

No matter the killer's sniping, siege or plotting, Jiang Pengji was unscathed, even more slippery than a loach.

There is a tooth-piercing sound of swords clashing in the dense forest...

At the same time, a group of guards obeyed Jiang Pengji's order and took Yang Tao back by water.

It was dusk and 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 now..."

Yang Tao asked vaguely.

The guard replied respectfully, Yang Tao nodded in confusion, and sat on the deck for a while before regaining some sense.

"Where's Mr. Liu?"

He remembered that he drank a lot of wine, and now his head still hurts. Before he passed out, he remembered that the other party drank more than him?

The guard hesitated, "My lord has gone hunting, and I specially asked the younger ones to escort you back."

Yang Tao subconsciously let out an ah, not doubting him, but soon figured out that something was wrong.

The number of guards brought out by Jiang Pengji was not small, and the number of guards brought out by herself was also not small.

These guards are all here, so is there anyone around Jiang Pengji?

Yang Tao never thought that Jiang Pengji would be so bold as to jump around by herself, so he didn't think of this level for a while.

"When will Mr. Liu go back?"

The guard said, "I don't know."

Yang Tao asked, "Didn't she say? It's getting dark now, and it's not safe outside."

If you don't go back, I'm afraid someone is going to make a fuss.

Although she is a feudal lord, Jiang Pengji seems to have "access control".

She spent the night outside without saying hello, and the civil servants and generals under her tent still haven't gone crazy?

The guard looked troubled, and said hesitantly, "The lord has not brought anyone with him, and he has not said when he will return..."

Yang Tao didn't react for a while, and it took a long time to digest the guard's words.

"No one with you? What do you mean no one with you?"

Yang Tao's voice raised an octave.

The guard's head drooped even lower.

"My lord doesn't like to be followed by someone... this time too..."

"Do you know how many people in the world want her life? Even if she wants your life, you can't leave your post?" Yang Tao was completely shocked, and at the same time sober, his tone was rare and serious, "Order the boatman to turn around immediately!"

It would be best if nothing happened, if something happened, these guards and themselves would have to line up to see King Yama!