World of Chessboard

There was a line of more than 40 people riding on the road. Although their speed was not very fast, but for a group of people riding on the road, this kind of speed was already very likely to cause danger. However, not a single person in this group whispered to each other. The horse kept its head and tail three steps apart and ran for so long without making any disorderly movements.

Suddenly, Zhao Qingyan looked at the cliff in front of him, then turned to look at Ran Hao. Ran Hao understood and slightly raised his voice: "Stop!"

Duke Huan immediately reined in his horse, raised his hand, and signalled for them to stop. "What's wrong?"

Ran Hao said: "There's someone ahead."

Duke Huan followed his gaze and looked at Mo'er. He did not find anything amiss, but he did not ask any questions. Instead, he looked at Zhao Qingyan and asked, "Mo'er, what should we do?"

Zhao Qingyan held onto the reins with her right hand and drew the sword at her waist with her left hand. "Everyone, get ready. Haoyue, let's go take a look."

The blade of the sword suddenly appeared light green. With the sunlight shining on it, it seemed to be rippling gently. The sound of the sheath being unsheathed was extremely pleasant to listen to, but it was not far off. It was clearly an extremely good sword. This sword's name was "Qing Hong", it was the sword worn by Zhuo Yi in his previous life. After accepting a disciple, he gave the sword to his disciple.

Everyone nodded in agreement. Their voices were low so as to avoid alerting the people in front of them.

Ran Hao sized up the rock wall, lightly pressed his hands on the saddle, lightly landing on the horse's back, with a tap of his toes, he flew up to the rock wall, his right hand grabbed a protrusion, with two sharp points he lightly tapped on the smooth rock wall a few times, and then flew far away. Even those guards who had known about Ran Hao's power for a long time couldn't help but be amazed by his movement.

After waiting silently for a moment, Ran Hao hung himself on the tree, turned around and made a few hand gestures to Zhao Qingyan.

Zhao Qingyan waved his hand, indicating that he received it. He turned to King Huan and asked, "Uncle Thirteen, what do we do?"

King Huan was startled, he then looked at Ran Hao who was hiding in the forest, and asked: "What did he say? I don't understand the last few. " Ran Hao's gestures were the simple gestures commonly used by imperial guards, but the following movements clearly did not belong to the imperial guards.

He turned around and explained to the guards, "He said that in front of us are the groups of mechanisms. There are roughly thirteen to eighteen people who can be seen. Five of them operate concealed weapons, and the rest are ordinary subordinates. There was no indication of any power, but the mechanism should belong to the Puppet Palace. You have to be careful, the types of organs work well together. "

Duke Huan raised his head to look at the distance, he was afraid that even the slightest movement could not be seen from here. Duke Huan secretly slandered him for a bit, but he did not say it out loud, "You're in charge. We don't know how to set up the traps."

Zhao Qingyan patted the horse on its head and said in a low voice, "Losing one's balance, let's go and destroy their mechanism. You better be careful." Everyone watched him talk to the horse, and surprisingly no one expressed any surprise. After Zhao Qingyan had finished talking to Ma Zhuan, he turned around and instructed, "Those with Qing Gong will go and kill Thirteen Uncle. I'll go and destroy those traps. The rest of you, follow me later and be on standby." Qing Hong returned to his scabbard, took out a needle bag from his bosom and put it into his right sleeve. With a shake of the reins, he rushed out as if he had lost his footing.

When Duke Huan saw him move, he immediately ordered, "dismount from the horse. Those with Qing Gong, follow me up. Everyone else, stay behind and watch the horse!" He flew up and stomped on the rock walls. Although it was not as light and graceful as Ran Hao's, it was still extremely practical.

Chen Huayi curled his lips and said to himself, "I think it's better if I go up." He withdrew his legs and squatted on the back of the horse. Then, he 'flicked' towards the rock wall. The chain in his sleeves shot out when he was about to collide with the horse, stopping it from charging forward. Although his movements were not as cool as Ran Hao's, nor as decisive as Duke Huai, he still dared to directly ride his horse and fly over. With regards to this kind of action, where he would fall very miserably if he borrowed the force of the fall, not to mention the guards, even King Huanghun would stay far away from him.

In fact, this movement isn't practical at all. It is impossible to achieve it without good qinggong, so even if he were to do it, what use would it be? It was nothing more than being carefree and a little lazy. As for the two in front of him, they each occupied one spot.

Of course, the defamation of the imperial bodyguards was just a slander. They still hadn't forgotten what they were supposed to do now. Half of the guards jumped off their horses and walked to the side of the stone wall. They jumped over the top of the stone wall to participate in the battle. The rest of the guards dismounted and slowly moved their horses forward.

When Ran Hao, who was waiting in the dark, saw that Prince Huan had arrived, he didn't waste any more time. He took out a dagger from his sleeve, and silently ran behind those people who were not ten meters away from him. Rather than say 'run', it was more like 'slip'. Without even seeing his feet move, he had already silently approached a person that he did not sense. "With a flick of his wrist, the sharp dagger gently cut across one of the men's throat. Without waiting for blood to spurt out, he continued to run towards the next person without worrying if a single blow could kill him.

He quickly cut the throats of three people. When he alarmed the fourth person, he suddenly took a step forward and stabbed his dagger into their throats. He swung his wrist, and the corpse was flung away. The blood that spurted out from the wound did not even manage to touch his hand.

At this time, Duke Huan and Chen Huayi had already arrived. With just a glance, Duke Huan joined the battle. Chen Chengyi looked at Ran Hao and stuck out his tongue, whispering softly, "How many people have you killed to reach such a speed?"

Hearing his voice, Ran Hao turned his head to look at him, but did not say anything and chased after Duke Huan.

Chen Huayi shrugged his shoulders, looking at the people who had been alerted surrounding him as they surrounded him. He could not help but sigh and say, "I shouldn't have said it out loud. Now, leave me and run." The chainmail that was wrapped around his wrist hung to the ground, giving off the aura of a man battling a dozen men.

He pretended to look alike, but when he moved his hands, he only had oil on his feet. He blocked for a few attacks, and then slipped out of the airtight encirclement like a mud fish, waving to the guards who were rushing over, he increased his speed to chase after Ran Hao.

With this slight delay, when Chen Huayi rushed over, the two men who arrived first had already begun fighting the thirty-odd men in black.

One of them was dressed in white, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

One fist and one leg moved like the wind, the other was majestic, and he was like a thunderbolt as he was forced to retreat one move at a time.

Chen Huayi stood there looking at them for a long time before sighing emotionally and saying, "If I knew that you wouldn't have needed any help, why would I have rushed over?"

"Cut the crap!" Duke Huan kicked a person away, grabbed Chen Huayi and threw him into the battle, "You dare to be lazy in front of me?"

Chen Huayi's footsteps were unstable as he jumped a few steps and he almost bumped into a person's chest. When he raised his head and saw a tall, black faced man looking at him viciously, he immediately broke into an embarrassed smile. In the next moment, before the black faced man's axe could fall, a metal chain wrapped around his neck and broke it.

"Didn't you say that the Puppet Palace is filled with weak scholars who play with traps?" Can anyone tell me where these three strong bulls, taller than me by two feet, came from? Can I beat it? " After placing the third person that pounced over, Chen Huayi started to complain. Seeing both Prince Huan and Ran Hao looking at him with an indifferent gaze, he scratched his head awkwardly. Looking at the three twisted corpses at his feet, he laughed mischievously, "Yeah, they don't seem to be as tall as me. I might be looking down on myself too much, right?"

Ran Hao's face was expressionless as he turned to face his opponent.

On the other hand, Duke Huai slightly shifted his gaze away, looked behind Chen Huayi, and lightly reminded him, "There's someone behind you."

"Huh?" Chen Huayi turned around to look, only to see a shining blade chopping down at his head. He decisively bent his waist, rolled away, turned his hand back and opened the blade with the iron chain, supported himself with his left hand on the ground as he nimbly flipped himself up, and followed up with a kick to his opponent's stomach that was just a step away. The iron chain that smashed onto the ground swung up once again, using the strength of the hammer to smash the man who was bent down.

The sound of the watermelon shattering caused Duke Huai to turn around, but he only saw Chen Huayi kicking his feet towards a corpse. "Did you know that if that slash landed on my head, it would split open with a 'puchi' sound? Would you have told me in advance that I could die? That gave me a fright! "

Duke Huai shook the blood off his blade, feeling both angry and amused. In the end, he could only sigh and vent his anger on the person in front of him.

The battle on the other side was fierce, but Zhao Qingyan's situation was not that optimistic. He had just used his bamboo needle and fist to destroy four mechanisms when he was surrounded by seven people. Zhao Qingyan waved to the guards who wanted to come over. He quickly looked around and pulled out his sword.

Since the needle bag was on the right sleeve, he could only take the needle with his left hand. The Qing Hu Sword is also the best place to pull it out with your left hand... He had truly fallen into his own trap. Seven people, with his current body, he could only kill four at a time. The remaining three mechanisms to kill him didn't seem too difficult. Right now, they could only stand to the right a bit, blocking their movements. Then … Zhao Qingyan quickly deduced the best way. He jumped to that position, put the sword in front of his body as he shouted, "Haohao!"

In the midst of the intense fight, Ran Hao decisively threw down his opponent that he could kill with a raise of his hand, and rushed to the place where the sound came from with his fastest speed. To be exact, he jumped down from the tree head first and threw the dagger in his hand into the chest of the person closest to Zhao Qingyan. It hit him squarely in the heart. The next moment, he held a person's head with one hand, twisted his body, and swung his waist backwards as if he had broken his waist. His two feet heavily kicked the two people's chests. The chest of the two people who were kicked emitted the sound of bones breaking as they flew backwards like broken bags, colliding with their own people and falling off the cliff. Ran Hao landed on the ground and threw the two men who had their necks twisted off off off the cliff. He bent over and pulled out his dagger, shook off the blood on it and turned to look at Zhao Qingyan.

Zhao Qingyan was at a loss for words. Then, she nodded and said, "Well done." He walked past him and continued to break the traps. He did not express any surprise or praise towards Ran Hao's efficient actions, he only praised him casually, as if he was ignoring all that had happened in the past.

Ran Hao didn't reveal too much emotion. He knew that the remaining Mortal King and Chen Huayi were strong enough to deal with them, so he didn't need his help. He silently picked up the destroyed mechanism on the ground and threw it off the cliff.

Seeing this series of actions launched by Ran Hao, the guards who were watching the fight from not far away suddenly became excited. Even though no one spoke ill of the rules, their faces were filled with excitement. As outstanding guards who could choose anywhere within a hundred miles of the palace, even if they were placed in the martial arts world, they would still be rare experts. But no matter what Ran Hao did, they couldn't do it. Putting aside doing it, he didn't even dare to think about it!

As the saying goes, it was better to see than to see. From the looks of it, they truly admired Ran Hao's kung fu skills.