The prince is very fierce

Tap, tap, tap——

The steed galloped on the official road, its body was like black thunder, and the bells on its neck rang "clang, clang", which could be heard from a long distance. Occasionally, a caravan walking at night would make way for it, and before they could see it, the horse had disappeared at the end of their sight.

"What kind of horse is this, running so fast..."

"It's so scary..."

The wind-chasing horse was breathing heavily in the winter night. There were too many pedestrians in Chang'an City to run wildly. Xu Buling didn't have the habit of walking his horse, and he had been holding back for too long. After leaving the city, he ran at full speed without even urging.

In the cold wind, Xu Buling carried the white wax pole spear snatched from the gate guard, his long hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes slightly cold, searching on the endless snowfield.

He didn't bring any weapons when he entered the palace in the afternoon, but he was proficient in all eighteen weapons, so it didn't make much difference whether he took a sword or not, and he needed to get used to using a gun.

Chasing the wind and snow, one in ten thousand can run a thousand miles a day. It may be a bit exaggerated, but if there are no passes along the way, it is not a problem to run back to Suzhou City from Chang'an in three days. The king of Su sent this horse here, perhaps in case of emergency.

Dongjiao Post Station is twenty miles away from Chang'an City. It takes less than ten minutes to run freely. However, Xu Buling did not find Zhu Manzhi and others after running for more than ten miles. He was a little annoyed.

After a year in this world, the past memories have long been integrated.

Xu Buling is the eldest son of the king of Su, and he is the prince in the twelve states of Xiliang. He ran thousands of miles to Chang'an. There is no way to pretend to be a pig under the feet of the emperor, but only the emperor on the dragon throne can step on Xu Buling. All civil and military officials must ask the knife of the Xiliang Iron Cavalry before they can speak.

Zhu Manzhi's identity has not been exposed. Even if the emperor has nothing to do, he will not use this method to deal with a small guard. Even if he wants to kill, it is just a matter of a word.

Someone is eyeing Zhu Manzhi today, it must be a small force.

Hatred does not arise out of thin air. Zhu Manzhi has been in the capital for a short time, and the only people he has offended are Fulailou and Baimazhuang.

Xu Buling did not take these two families seriously, and he never thought that they would be so bold to retaliate. Now that something went wrong, he was naturally worried that it would be too late.

He galloped on his horse, and a small bright spot appeared in the distance. It was the lantern of the post station in the eastern suburbs.

Xu Buling frowned and looked around carefully. Finally, he found a few rows of messy footprints in the snow and rushed to the side.

"Go——"

Xu Buling lightly squeezed the horse's belly, jumped out of the official road, and chased along the footprints on the snow.

After running for a while, he looked up and saw that the seventh guard was shot back by a gunman and fell on the snow.

There were already two people lying on the ground. Liu Houer was stabbed several times and could not move. Wang Dazhuang's legs were seriously injured and he could not get up, so he could only lie on the ground and hack. The snow was covered with bloodstains, and Zhu Manzhi struggled to defend herself with her goose-feather knife.

"Kill——"

"Be careful——"

"Ah——"

The noisy shouts drifted with the cold wind, and the sound gradually became clearer.

Xu Buling's face was furious, and he shook the spear in his hand with a 'pop-' sound, which actually broke the red tassel under the spear head into pieces, like thunder in the daytime...

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On the snowy plain.

After several rounds of fighting, Zhu Manzhi saw that the two comrades who had taken care of her since entering Beijing were seriously injured, and the righteous men who extended a helping hand were repeatedly seriously injured while fearlessly protecting her, but she had no way to do anything and was almost desperate. This was the premise that the two fierce bandits on the opposite side did not hurt her. If they intended to kill her, I'm afraid she would have been lying on the ground with her two companions.

At this moment, Zhu Manzhi also understood that the two extremely fierce bandits were coming for her, and she also guessed the reason. To be able to invite such a powerful master to kill the Wolf Guard, not only would it cost a lot of money, but it would also have to settle the investigation of the case file library afterwards. The only people in Chang'an who had this ability were the small group of princes and generals on Kuishou Street.

Zhu Manzhi had been in Chang'an for a short time, and the only prince she had offended was Li Baoyi, the loyal and brave prince. It was obvious who wanted to catch her.

It was Xu Buling's suggestion to wipe out Baima Village. She was just running errands with the purpose of carrying her into the case file library to find out the news about the Dragon Locking Gu.

Now that she was in trouble, Xu Buling ignored her...

Zhu Manzhi had this thought in her mind, and her round eyes showed a bit of grievance, but she immediately suppressed this thought.

It was she who wanted to go to the case file library, and Prince Xu helped her. They were mutually beneficial, and no one owed anyone anything...

Zhu Manzhi took a breath of cold air, stubbornly raised the knife and rushed towards Wu Biao again.

As a man of the underworld, if his head is tied to his belt, he will die, and he won't blame anyone...

Bang——

Old Seven was hit by Zhu Biao's gun again and fell to the ground, his mouth and nose full of blood.

Zhu Manzhi was filled with grief and anger, and used her knife as a sword, and wanted to fight the two bandits with the killing move her father taught her.

Seeing the two tall bandits rushing straight at her, Zhu Manzhi was about to fight to the death when a thunder suddenly exploded from a distance:

Pah——

The sound resounded through the snowy plain, followed by the sound of horse hooves beating like drums.

Zhu Biao was a good gunman and could tell that it was the sound of the gun shaking, but the sound was so loud that it required a lot of arm strength beyond Zhu Biao's imagination, so he hurriedly looked back.

Jie Huan noticed the movement and turned the blade to look at the snowy plain behind him. He never thought that the last glance of his life would see a scene that ordinary people could not believe.

The fierce horse galloped, and the long spear was like a dragon.

Amid the flying snow foam, the majestic war horse raised its front hoof high.

The handsome young man in white clothes on the horse jumped up and stepped on the horse's head. With the force of the horse's jump, he jumped high into the air, holding the shiny spear in both hands and raised it to the back of his head.

This jump was very high. When Wu Biao looked up from below, it seemed that the young man in white clothes was as white as snow, and he was integrated with the crescent moon in the sky.

"Ah——"

A long whistle that was almost explosive.

The white wax spear shaft collapsed into a fully drawn strong bow in the air, and fell down with a terrifying sound of breaking wind.

Wu Biao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt that the young man in white clothes was above his head in the blink of an eye. In a hurry, he could only hold the iron spear horizontally to avoid this devastating blow that was like splitting a mountain.

Snap——

A loud sound that made people's ears numb.

The solid white wax spear shaft hit the iron spear and broke into pieces directly.

Wu Biao could not bear such a huge force. His boots were smashed into the snow. Before he could kneel down, the broken gun head hit his head. Blood splattered all over his head like a ripe watermelon bursting. He didn't even have time to scream...