Qingfeng Wenpu: "There's really an assassination. Are they lining up to be killed?"
Huo Huo Don't Be Strong: "The world is so beautiful. Isn't it good to be alive? Why did you come here to court death?"
Tang Shi Song Ci: "I can feel the host's murderous intent through the screen. Other people would panic when they encounter an assassination, but she is different. She is eager to try." Sigh, even though I'm super scared, I won't leave just because of the host's looks and skills!
Fairy Queen's Crimson: I'm waiting for the streamer to go on a killing spree and smash the heads of these killers!
They were even more excited than Jiang Pengji. They couldn't wait to see her deal with the assassins.
Jiang Pengji did not disappoint them. She crushed the arrow in her hand with a little force. Her eyes were filled with killing intent.
The assassins hiding in the forest exchanged glances, and in the next second, they heard the sound of weapons being unsheathed.
"Kill —"
No matter how the outside world described Jiang Pengji's bravery, those who had not seen it with their own eyes would never believe it, especially when Jiang Pengji's figure was so deceiving. Who could have imagined that such a tall but not burly female body would have such powerful combat strength?
A battle on the battlefield was different from a small-scale confrontation.
The former emphasized the aesthetics of violence and did not have any techniques to speak of, while the latter relied more on techniques and cooperation.
Jiang Pengji was alone and had no guards by her side, but the killers were specially trained men of sacrifice. It was still unknown who would emerge victorious.
Jiang Pengji looked coldly at the enemies rushing out of the dense forest and sneered disdainfully.
With a swoosh, she unsheathed the God-Slaying Saber. Facing the killers that were coming at her from all directions, she did not retreat. Instead, she advanced. She even felt a little pleased.
Her reaction made the killer dumbfounded. Was the Duke of Lanting not joking?
While he was still in a daze, the blade was already in front of him.
Her knife was extremely fast. Before the killer who bore the brunt of the attack could feel any pain, his neck was already kissed by the blade.
Just a second ago, the assassin was still thinking about how to kill the enemy, but in the next second, he felt a chill in his throat. Someone's blood was spurting out, dyeing everything in sight red. The world spun around him, and his body fell to the ground with a dull thud. A question popped up in the killer's mind — why did the surrounding temperature drop so much? Why did the sky suddenly darken? Why does my neck hurt so much?
He tried to open his mouth to say something, but he couldn't even sigh.
Of course, Jiang Pengji did not care what the assassin was thinking before he died. She only knew that the God-Slaying Sword was trembling with excitement.
This saber had been wronged following him. It wasn't easy for him to get a taste of meat, so he naturally had to kill to his heart's content.
Of course, she knew that capturing the killers alive was better than killing them. If there was no one to command them, the killers wouldn't have ambushed Jiang Pengji for no reason. However, there was no reason to reject the heads that came to her. It was the same to leave one or two of them alive.
There were a total of a hundred assassins in this group, and every one of them was a meticulously trained death warrior. It was impossible to raise them unless one was from a noble family.
Nurturing a qualified killer not only required a large amount of resources, but also a considerable amount of manpower and energy. Ordinary rich families could not afford to raise high-quality death warriors. Jiang Pengji roughly knew their origins as soon as they fought. They were most likely related to the Nansheng aristocrats.
Jiang Pengji was mentally prepared that they would send someone to assassinate her.
The ancient people of this era could not even accept cremation. They firmly believed that cremation meant "dying without a complete corpse," "being smashed to pieces," and "desecrating the dead" … The higher the family, the more they were particular about it. They could not even accept cremation, not to mention Jiang Pengji digging up their ancestors' graves and plundering the deceased's gold, silver, and funerary objects. Even if she had a thousand or ten thousand reasons, Jiang Pengji had still offended them.
They did not make a move earlier because they were not confident that Jiang Pengji would be heavily guarded.
What about now?
She had courted death by bringing a few guards out for a winter hunt. Unfortunately, Yang Tao was with her.
If they could assassinate Jiang Pengji and frame Yang Tao for the crime, they would be able to wash their hands clean and watch Jiang Pengji's power fall apart with a smile. These ideas were not bad, but they had to be based on the premise that Jiang Pengji was really assassinated.
As long as Jiang Pengji did not die, these wishful thinking could only be a calculation and not a reality.
If there were bystanders watching from the dense forest, they would see a red figure shuttling and dodging among the killers at a speed that ordinary people could not achieve.
Every time the blade struck, a bloody arc would be drawn and a fresh life would be taken away.
No matter how the killers shot arrows in the dark, besieged, or plotted against her, Jiang Pengji was unscathed. She was even more slippery than a loach.
From the dense forest came the jarring sound of swords and knives clashing …
At the same time, a group of guards followed Jiang Pengji's orders and sent Yang Tao back via the waterway.
Dusk fell. The temperature of the water was colder than on land. Yang Tao suddenly shivered and woke up in a daze.
"What time is it now …"
Yang Tao asked vaguely.
The guard reported respectfully. Yang Tao nodded in a daze. He sat on the deck for a while before regaining some of his senses.
"Where is Master Liu?"
He remembered that he had drunk a lot of wine. His head was still hurting. Before he passed out, he remembered that Master Liu drank more than him.
The guard hesitated and said, "The lord went hunting. She specially ordered us to escort you back."
Yang Tao subconsciously said, "Ah." He did not suspect anything, but he quickly figured out that something was wrong.
The number of guards that Jiang Pengji brought out was not reduced. The number of guards that she brought out was not reduced either.
These guards were all here. Was there anyone else around Jiang Pengji?
Yang Tao did not expect Jiang Pengji to be so bold as to jump around alone. He did not think of this for a moment.
"Did Master Liu say when she will return?"
The guard said, "I don't know."
Yang Tao asked, "She didn't say? It's getting dark. It's not safe outside. "
If they did not go back soon, someone might cause trouble.
Even though she was a feudal lord, Jiang Pengji seemed to have "access restrictions."
If she spent the night outside without informing her, wouldn't the civil and military officials in her camp go crazy?
The guard looked troubled. He said hesitantly, "The lord did not bring anyone with her. She did not say when she will return …"
Yang Tao did not react for a moment. It took him a while to digest the guard's words.
"Did not bring anyone? What do you mean by did not bring anyone? "
Yang Tao's voice rose an octave.
The guard lowered his head even more.
"The lord does not like to have people following her … This time …"
"Do you know how many people in this world want her life? Even if she wants your lives, you can't leave your posts without permission. " Yang Tao was completely shocked. At the same time, he sobered up. His tone was stern, which was rare. "Order Master Liu to turn around immediately!"
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