In front of the intersection of Ning'an Avenue, the Yulin Imperial Guard set up a tightly garrisoned formation. Fujiyama, who was planning to cross Ning'an Avenue and turn into the east city, suddenly stopped his horse and turned around and walked away.

The imperial guards who set up formations to control the main street at the intersection did not mean to chase her. The order they received was to strictly guard this place.

Fuji Antong turned around and urged the horse to gallop for a while. Through the Xicheng Canal, she saw the Jinyiwei soldiers who were mobilizing opposite each other. She probably had fallen into a slowly gathering encirclement. Because the other party had a large number of people, she was unwilling to conflict head-on, so she turned to the neighborhood in the south again.

The commotion in the city has already made the people close their doors, and pedestrians and businessmen have also joined in inns to hide. The only people who are acting in the streets in a fashionable manner are the Jinyiwei and the Imperial Guards who are involved in the rounding up.

Fujiyama Teng was unable to find a person who could inquire about the news. She didn't know where the people in Yunzhongjian were now. From the scene she saw when she just returned, it could probably be speculated that they did not use force directly. It might be that they directly disarmed the armed forces and detained the relevant personnel with the official documents of the Yuwu Department or the imperial edict of the court.

The reason why she rode aimlessly all over the city was to find out if there were any companions of Yunzhongjian who were besieged outside, but she has found nothing yet.

After the rebellion in the imperial capital at the beginning of the year, the personnel deployed by Yun Zhongjian in the capital had been greatly reduced, but there were more than 30 staff members, and it was still hard for her to believe that so many people disappeared all at once.

Fujiyama Tsuki does not want to admit that it was the cooperation with the court over the years that made them lose their vigilance, but this is another indisputable fact.

Many years ago, when they were a pure Jianghu organization, their ancestors would be quite wary of whether they were facing Jianghu bandits or the imperial army.

But now that I have been receiving my salary in the Imperial Martial Arts for a long time, everyone seems to have forgotten something that should have been kept in mind at all times - the Desolate Sect is not entirely affiliated with the imperial court, and Yunzhongjian is also essentially different from the officials and the Imperial Army.

"Stop! Dismount!" The fork in front of the road again appeared in the fork in front of him. This time, the leading officer looked at the costumes of the Jinyiwei.

There was no way ahead, and the pursuers from behind were approaching. She felt extremely calm. She unexpectedly jumped off the horse and patted the neck of the mount that was exhausted by her galloping back and forth, allowing it to turn its head and look behind and leave.

"I don't know if I have the chance to see Commander Zhu." Fujiyama Teng slowly walked towards the formation with swords and guns in front, clamped the sword under his left armpit and slowly wiped away the blood, allowing him to regain his intimidating edge.

The headed officer of the Jinyiwei Guard replied indifferently: "So what if I see it? Lord Teng has killed so many people today. Even if the commander has an old age with you, it will be useless."

"Yes." Fujiyama nodded, "I have been wondering when the Obushi will send masters to support you. Could it be that those guys who eat the king's fortune are as hard to protect themselves as we do now?"

"If Lord Fuji can kill me, he should be able to see the masters from Yuwushi."

Fujiyama stopped fifteen steps away, and a large number of ambushers appeared on the roofs of the bungalows on both sides. The powerful bow and crossbow pointed at her from a high point. The Jinyiwei who were lined up in front also showed off his weapons, which were rows of clamps.

The golden pattern lit up on the body of the ancient sword Yunming sword again, and the melee guns in the hands of the Jinyiwei were sounding and firing at almost the same time. The spirit-controlling technique of Vajra temporarily blocked the first formation's attack, but this was not enough to help Fuji Antong rush through a distance of only fifteen steps.

Because the shooters on the opposite side are not only in one row, but in three rows of alternate shooting formations.

This is not a novel tactic. Twenty years ago, Lu Tianyu and Han Xiangmo had already popularized this kind of fighting style when they were commanding the Shenji Camp. It was tried and tested against Rong Xia's half-armor light cavalry. If it weren't for the technical limitations, the firearm was expensive and difficult to maintain, and the wartime loss was too much and the failure was frequent, Chen Lin's army might have started to have a large amount of equipment long ago.

After the three-former convex gun fired, the crossbow shooters on the roofs on both sides breathed a sigh of relief. As a backup insurance, they no longer had to go on the field to contribute.

Fujiyama sitting on the ground with a long sword, stretched his eyes open and looked at the gradually spreading crimson beneath him, and he nodded helplessly.

The white robe draped on her body was filthy and full of holes. The pattern of the cloud-patterned sword was scarlet. Her mouth was coughing up blood and her eyes gradually dimmed and lost their minds.

The officer of the Jinyi Guard drew his sword and stepped forward. Fujiyama Teng, who was standing on the kneeling side, waved his long sword with both hands. When he was about to cut it down, another spiraling blade broke through the air, and a blow made others separate.

The Jinyiwei below were stunned when he saw this scene. The circling blade seemed to be controlled and headed towards the roof of the crossbowmen.

The crossbow archers standing on the roof on the north side saw the sharp blade flying strangely, and they all felt a chill of coldness. A middle-aged man with a mustache and a merciless appearance appeared behind them at some point, slashing his sword like crazy.

When the previous spiral-cut sword returned to his hands, the two swords in his hands immediately turned into cruel meat grinders.

"Shoot the arrow!" The team officer on the roof across the street saw that the shooters on the north side were about to be wiped out, and immediately ordered him to shoot arrows.

But after giving the order, he did not hear the sound of bowstrings, and the crossbowmen around him made incredible sounds. The bowstrings and the mechanisms of the strong crossbow in their hands were frozen by the strange solid ice, and all turned into scrap copper and rotten iron.

Yu Shiqi killed all the archers on the north side. Seeing that the archers on the south side had been restrained by secret techniques, he jumped down from the roof with confidence. Wanhua Jianyu mercilessly covered the Jinyiwei who were loading the mesmerized gun in a hurry.

Xilingyue appeared and disappeared in the shadow behind him, and from time to time he used an ice thorn like an embroidered needle to kill Yu Shiqi's missing enemy. The two of them collapsed the other party's formation in an instant, and the morale of the remaining people was dispersed and fled everywhere.

Seeing that the shooting players on the roof on the south side were in a bad situation, they quickly went down to the next street to prepare to escape, but a team of masked black warriors walked out of the alley ahead.

The sharp blades flashed one after another, and the blood-stained warriors of the Jinyiwei sabers dyed red in the streets and alleys. The black-clad warriors completed the massacre simply and neatly, and then turned around to report to the leader who was leaning against the alley and knocking on the folded iron fan.

"Seven Killings follow me to see the young master, let me retreat." The noble son who spread the iron fan walked out of the shadow, and the assassins behind him quickly dispersed like mercury pouring down the ground.

The assassin, known as Qisha, inserted a pair of short iron halberds in his hand back and followed Jin Qi to the street next door to meet Yu Shiqi.

The street next door was also a scene of hell with corpses everywhere, but Jin Qi and Qi Sha didn't care about it. They walked through the corpses of the Jinyiwei and the pool of blood, and went straight to Yu Shiqi who was crying with Teng Antong in the middle of the street.

Yu Shiqi had already pulled off the disguise mask from his face, which would make him cry more happily.

Jin Qi glanced at Fuji Antong who was holding in his arms and looked gray and dull. He was obviously dead for a long time.

"Young Master, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time." Jin Qi advised seriously, "The Jinyiwei has not been completely wiped out just now, and reinforcements may arrive soon."

"I want to kill Mu Qingxuan, can I?" Yu Shiqi turned around and glanced at him coldly, and asked resolutely.

"Renkilling is not a trivial matter, it needs to be discussed for a long time."

"Didn't Wangchuan claim that there is no one who can't be killed?" he asked back with gritted teeth.

"Yes, but assassination is not a moth to the fire, and assassination is not an original palace, nor is it a temporary bloody and angry rage."

Yu Shiqi stood up with Fuji Antong's body in his arms and said to Jin Qi: "Find a safe place, I'll listen to your long-term plan."

"Young Master, please follow me."
Chapter completed!