I [Imperial] Am Not This Kind of Man

The rain was raging, and a group of knights, like ghosts sneaking in the dark, hurried on the official road outside the city.

A dozen or so hunting dogs were accompanying, all of them half-human tall, with red eyes glaring at the attractive mansions. Along the way, stop and go, especially on Guanyu and turning roads, constantly discerning the breath on the road.

Unfortunately, because of the disturbance of the rainstorm, no matter how sensitive the hound can not completely distinguish the breath of that person.

Seeing more than a dozen hounds hesitating at the fork of the road, they turned around several times, but I couldn't find the direction. There was a hint of anger on Cui Min's face, and he kicked him with a kick. Two huge hounds flew out of the air suddenly, and fell tragically out of a dozen feet, his eyes narrowed. The other dozen were trembling with fear, kneeling on the ground and afraid to look up.

"A bunch of waste." Cui Wei said coldly.

Li Yangcheng sighed in secret and hugged his fist: "The commander can't blame these beasts, the rain is too great, and he can only chase after the troops."

Fortunately, they have enough staff, hundreds of people are elite, but there is only one opponent.

Cui Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Divide and chase after the soldiers. Once the trace is found, the fireworks will be set off immediately. I must kill him myself ..."

With an order, the cavalry split into several units and hurried in different directions.

The violent storm split his head and covered his face, and soon the team and horses were soaked.

Rejecting the garments that Yunyang Cheng handed over, Cui Yun dashed on the horse, and a hot surge of anger ignited in his chest, and the cold wind and rain could not be suppressed. Maybe only by seeing the blood of that person can alleviate this feeling of anger.

Pu Yangcheng didn't dare to say anything, but he was worried.

The heavy rain severely hindered the progress of the search. As long as the person kept speed, he ran into the lower reaches of the Sishui River. Once he entered the water channel, it was difficult to find it. In this pursuit, most of them will return without success. I don't know if his leader can accept this result. And the emperor in the palace waiting for news ...

However, unexpected.

After running for more than a few hours in the heavy rain, when the horsepower was approaching the limit and the horsepower was approaching the limit, he searched in front of the newspaper and found the trace of that person.

In such a weather, did not rush through the night, but stopped at this ancient temple in front of you? Liyang Cheng was greatly surprised.

The crowd slowed down and surrounded the dilapidated building.

Cui Wei coldly commanded: "I'll go in alone, just wait outside."

Puyang became anxious and said, "No."

Ren Jinglei's martial arts was taught by Pei Ye from an early age. Among the senior officers of the Five Guards of the Imperial Army, he was famous for his ingenuity, and he had never lost a single fight alone.

Plus what my boss said to that person ...

Cui Yan glanced coldly and threw down a severe sentence: "This is a military order!"

Then in the anxious eyes of his subordinates, he walked into the temple alone.

At first glance, he saw the figure reclining in front of the shrine.

I heard the sound of the cavalry encircling tomorrow, but Ren Jinglei didn't move. He sat lazily, holding a curved leg, resting his long knife at his hand, and looking at the door calmly and surprisingly. .

When the eyes touched, Cui Wei even had the illusion that he was chasing the wrong person, or that the information in the palace was wrong. This person was not Yaoguang at all, but just on his way to the Perak camp.

The person who found it was Cui Yun, and Ren Jinglei felt a sigh of relief in his heart. At this moment, he really didn't know what face to use to face his former colleagues.

The annoying guy in front of him doesn't matter.

But again and again, what are you thinking? He had already let himself go, wouldn't he send someone from the Perak camp to pursue it?

Cui Yue stepped into the temple step by step and stared at him: "Is it really you?"

Ren Jinglei looked at him calmly, even with a smile, and admitted frankly, "It's me."

Cui Wei's expression broke, and he bit his lip as if to sue: "You deceive me!"

Ren Jinglei sneered: "I have deceived a lot of people, and you still can't be ranked, Princess Cui."

This is Cui Wei's extremely secret nickname in the army, and no one dares to rise before him.

Suddenly, Cui Yan snarled from deep in his throat, like an angry and stabbed beast.

The next moment, his figure was no longer in place.

The raspy golden iron symphony sounded.

It was Cui Wei's sword that crossed a silver light, and went straight to Ren Jinglei's gate.

Ren Jinglei's eyes narrowed, and at the same time, the tiptoe was lightly raised.

The blade was cut on the scabbard, and two or three points of golden mane were scooped out.

At the same time, Ren Jinglei's thumb was lightly buttoned, and after a slight click, the long knife suddenly came out of the sheath.

The narrow blade of light blooms like silver snow!

The sharp silver awn seemed to split the dark and rich night, with an indomitable momentum, and just pushed the opponent back.

Cui Wei quickly adjusted his pace. Suddenly the two turned in their hands. Each move is accompanied by a strong sense of murder and blood.

The sword light and sword shadow crisscrossed, and the original quiet and serene ancient temple stirred the ground to dust.

Ren Jinglei was very serious in every move. Even if he had death in his heart, if he could kill this person before his death, it could be regarded as revenge for the countless undead souls of Nan Chen over the years.

From this perspective, he even feels lucky that the person who came after him was this guy.

Cui Wei is full of anger and fierce emotions screaming in his chest, as if to burn his entire body, maybe only the blood of the person in front of him can slightly relieve this excited emotion.

Anger turns into substance, which is a life-threatening play.

It's almost an injury to an injury. After a few moments, both of them were colored.

Two handsome faces that let countless noble ladies in Beijing dream about the soul, with bloodstains hanging down the river, flowing down the bridge of the nose, with a slaughtering intention.

The battle between the two was fierce, and even if Pu Yangcheng and others came in, they could not intervene.

At the moment when the offensive was suppressed, Cui Wei held a hand on the hilt of the sword. In a split second, the long sword was divided into two and turned into a long and short two-handed sword.

Turned out to be a machine sword, starting with a double sword, he became more aggressive.

Cui Wei was stronger than he thought, and Ren Jinglei was somewhat surprised. Relying on the bloodline and the favor of the noble son, in the circle of generals in Beijing, although everyone respects them, they are all aimed at his valuable identity and means of soliciting people's hearts.

Truth comes from martial arts, and few people are optimistic. But at this time, the real swordsmanship turned out to be far more difficult than expected.

"Well grown, compared to that year." Ren Jinglei smiled casually.

Cui Wei's eyes changed, and he couldn't help recalling the first encounter between the two. That first meeting of great significance to him ...

Inside the temple there was a murderous aspect, and there was quiet outside, only the sound of wind and rain staggering.

But Ren Jinglei understood that I was afraid that this small temple was surrounded by the elites of Pingxiying.

He can't delay too long.

Mind moved, long sword cut open, revealing slight flaws.

Seeing Cui Xi's sword approaching, Ren Jinglei immediately turned his sword and suppressed the opponent's offensive.

The long sword was suppressed, and the short sword was blocked.

At this time, the two were very close together, and the same handsome face was surging, almost using their eyes to crush the opponent.

The blade approaching Ren Jinglei. There was a strange smile in the corner of Cui Wei's mouth.

He twisted his grip on the hilt of the sword. Suddenly the delicate purple gold unicorn on the thumb moved his finger.

Rui Shou's skull seemed to come alive, and spit out two sharp rays.

Ren Jinglei was startled, and quickly leaned back, his stinging blue light shining across the tip of his nose.

Cui Wei took the opportunity to exert his strength, and the sword trembled, freeing his opponent's restraint. At the same time, he smashed into Ren's thunder chest.

Ren Jinglei did not hide, his sword slashed down like lightning. Aimed at Cui Min's wrist.

Fighting for injury, he will also kill this guy to the ground.

However, the reality is cruel, and the long knife cut on Cui Yi's wrist turned into a sea like a mud ox, and the abundance of sharpness suddenly dissipated.

His wristband has a mechanism! Ren Jinglei immediately realized this,

Cui Min's eyes flashed a cold chill, the offensive was undiminished, and the back of the sword smashed into Ren Jinglei's chest. This trick was exhausted.

The sound of a broken bone came, and Ren Jinglei fell out.

Along the open temple door, he flew straight out and fell heavily to the ground.

The accumulated rainstorm converged into mud pits, with splashes of water beneath him, a strong **** smell coming from his mouth, and a broken rib.

Ren Jinglei was lying on the ground, looking up at the dark sky.

Countless raindrops swarmed over him, hitting his face and body.

He suddenly felt tired.

At the end of the line of sight, countless faces surged around, and it was Pingxiying's chase.

Among them, Cui Yun's cold face emerged.

This whole body is a plug-in bastard!

Ren Jinglei smiled. He wanted to get up and educate the noble son of a family from a young age. Even at the last moment of his life, he didn't want to be such a daunting gesture.

Cui Yan stepped forward and stepped on his chest fiercely.

Once again, he fell heavily in the mud pit, and then his chest was sore, Ren Jinglei coughed uncontrollably, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"You liar!" Cui Yan's gritted teeth seemed to want to eat the life in front of him.

"Is it necessary to remember such hate?" Ren Jinglei smiled lazily.

"Well, you won." He said with a smile, with a sense of relief.