Lord of Time!

Chapter 287: Chasers follow one after another at strange speeds
"Bold."

The Young Master of Yan State, Zheng Dongyuan, who was sitting in the carriage, was not angry yet, but the captain of the guard, Yunteng, was already angry.

Chen Ping didn't know whether this burly man with a beard and copper bell eyes was angry because Chen Ping had a woman in front of him, or because he was self-sufficient and not as despicable as his superiors and subordinates.

There was a sound of hoofbeats, a faint flash of black light, and the spear had already pierced the neck and throat.

Shoot to kill.

This is to stand up, right?

Of course, it is not ruled out that the captain named Yunteng is born with a hot temper and does not regard the lives of his subordinates as fate.

The man withdrew his horse and thrust out his spear. The spear was as powerful as the wind, almost faster than Chen Ping's naked eyes could distinguish at this time, and it was unreasonably fast.

Of course, for Chen Ping, even if he were twice as fast, he would still not be able to react faster than his own.

He had dozens of ways to cope.

Although now it seems that the soul and body, true energy and blood have all been defeated by the rules of this world, and some of the power he possesses cannot be used at all.

However, some things cannot be taken away. No matter how strong the rules are, they cannot erase the extraordinary knowledge and semi-war experience from his mind.

Even Yunteng's act of stabbing with a spear and killing people to establish his authority did not stir up the slightest ripple in his heart.

It seems that the person he wants to kill is not himself.

Chen Ping was not angry, but Han Xiaoru couldn't help it at first.

He twisted his body slightly to the left, jumped into the air, twisted his waist, and lifted up the black pot behind him, which was larger than a person.

"call……"

He hit Xia Yun head-on and face-first.

Use the pot as a hammer, and use the mountain as a hammer.

boom……

With a muffled sound, the bearded general Yun Teng only had time to block the top of his head with his spear, before the man and his horse were smashed completely. His head, face, and limbs were smashed into a pot shape and fell hard on the grass.

In other words, even if his body and strength have been blocked by the rules of the world, Han Xiaoru's domineering majesty still cannot be weakened at all.

This time, the pot was the first thing to be taken care of. The enemy must be attacked and saved, and all Yunteng's escape routes were blocked. The captain of the guard had all kinds of means and thousands of spear techniques, and he was immediately thrown into the street with one pot.

Even if he loses, he doesn't know how.

"what……"

He was thrown heavily into the grass and mud. Yun Teng was covered in mud, his face was covered with blood mixed with blue and black, and his hair tie was shattered. At this time, he became extremely embarrassed. He roared, his eyes were blood red, and he grabbed his body. The spear beside him rolled over and climbed up, wanting to fight again.

He thought that he was unprepared, so he was knocked to the ground.

Just as Yunteng rolled twice, his knees were half raised, the tip of his spear was half raised, and his chest was shaking wildly, he was kicked by Han Xiaoru, sending him flying back six to seven feet.

As soon as he landed, he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood crazily, staggered and struggled, unable to get up again.

I'm kidding, in the past year since Han Xiaoru led his troops to pacify the world, there have been bloody battles, killing the great Zhou Huqi and fleeing. His fighting spirit is so powerful, and with the same physical fitness, Chen Ping doubts that even if there is someone on the opposite side. Ten Yuntengs, attacking together, might not be able to defeat her.

"Okay, Sister Xiaoru, Shenwei."

Ji Mingyue clapped her hands and laughed.

Like a little kid.

His face was full of excitement.

It was as if they were not on a mission or on the run, but were traveling around.

Chen Ping glanced at Ji Mingyue slightly apologetically.

It's been a long time since I've seen the little girl so lively and spirited.

When did it start?

It should be after Ji Mingyue formed the Tianxin Pavilion Development Intelligence Organization to prepare for the world's competition.

The two of them saw each other every day, either talking about some mysterious and strange things, or plotting against certain forces, infiltrating, lurking, setting up traps, using time...

Good fighters have no illustrious feats.

For Chen Ping to be able to conquer the world and win over people's hearts so quickly, Ji Mingyue didn't seem to have done much, but she put in a lot of effort.

How can a girl of sixteen or seventeen be happy when she thinks about these dark things all day long?

At this time, the three of them were traveling together. Although they were in a "foreign country", they had left all their work behind. For her, it was a rare moment of relaxation.

Even though he is in danger, he still enjoys it.

"Average..."

Han Xiaoru said embarrassedly.

Playing a small role, is it worth it to be happy?

His eyes swept over Yunteng, who was unwilling to accept defeat and could only vomit blood while staggering and unable to stand up.

He shook his head slightly disappointedly: "The martial arts are rough and vulnerable, and the strength and physique are mediocre. They are just a little stronger than ordinary people. However, the only thing that is a little strange is that his speed, and their speed, are a little abnormal. "

"Really, Sister Xiaoru has also discovered it? Whether these people are riding horses or walking, even the carriage is nearly twice as fast as normal."

When it came to business, Ji Mingyue's little face that had not grown yet showed a bit more maturity, and she said thoughtfully: "With such physical strength, it is impossible to march at such a fast speed, and what happened before?" Guy’s shot.”

Chen Ping nodded.

This can be regarded as confirmation of Ji Mingyue's observation.

This feeling is like a "divine movement spell" added to all members.

Although the Dayu Dynasty did not have a large sect specializing in talismans, there were also some incomplete inheritance of talismans among the people. Occasionally, some warriors would draw magical talismans and stick them on their legs, and they would run very fast.

But it doesn't look like it, because all of these guards, including the servants, can run very fast and can catch up with the horse's marching speed, which is a bit scary.

Although this horse didn't really run.

In addition to the marching speed, the speed at which the captain of the guard Yunteng thrust his spear just now, I have to say embarrassingly, Chen Ping felt that he could not be that fast now, and his shots were at least [-]% slower than the opponent's.

This is obvious enough when you look at why Han Xiaoru turned the cauldron into a hammer technique.

Clumsy beats cleverness, slowness beats quickness.

It's not that Han Xiaoru likes to play like this, it's because the speed is too slow. In terms of frequency and speed of shots, he is actually at a disadvantage.

"It's reversed, it's reversed, why are you still standing there? Take them all down."

At this time, Yunteng had already finished vomiting blood. He only felt severe pain all over his body. He had seven tuberculosis and five injuries. He couldn't exert any strength. He even struggled to walk, let alone ride a horse.

He just scratched his throat and ordered angrily.

There was silence all around.

The guards looked at each other, but no one moved.

Instead, he looked at Han Xiaoru with a little more awe.

Looking directly at Chen Ping, his eyes were full of admiration.

Although the status in the military is strict, the strong are respected.

Previously, Yunteng was the best at fighting and had the highest status among the guards. Everyone didn't think about anything. They could only obey orders whether they liked it or not.

In front of him, he was beaten to the point of being like a dead dog, and his majesty was completely shattered.

In addition, he was on the road to escape. With his injuries like this, he couldn't even run fast, let alone fend off the pursuers.

Is it possible that two people are needed to take care of him?

Isn't that bullshit?
This time, all the guards and civilians looked at Yunteng with some pity.

Obviously, Yunteng also knew this clearly. His eyes wandered, not wanting to see the heart-piercing eyes of his subordinates.

Looking in the direction of the carriage again, I found that there was no response, and his face was turning red and white. Then he looked in the direction of Chen Ping, his face was distorted, and his eyes were extremely hateful.

If looks could kill, Chen Ping felt that he might have died seventeen or eighteen times in a row.pity.

No.

Yunteng now is just incompetent and furious.

There is no need for him to retaliate against Xia Yun. The next situation will make him understand what regret means and what despair means.

Because the pursuers from behind are coming soon.

Chen Ping could already faintly feel the slight trembling of the grass blades. Although the sound of hoofbeats had not reached here yet, it was already a precursor.

"what……"

A little later than Chen Ping, Han Xiaoru also turned her head to look at Chen Ping with slightly stern eyes, thus confirming that she did not feel wrong.

She threw away the black pot in her hand, picked up Yun Teng's iron narrow-edged spear that fell to the ground, jumped up, got on the horse, and sat firmly behind Chen Ping. She pinched the horse's belly slightly and ignored it. There was a lot of noise all around, hurrying forward.

After such a short delay, not only Chen Ping and Han Xiaoru felt the cavalry approaching, but all of them with slightly sharper ears even heard the sound of horse hooves and felt the tremor of the ground.

The old man who was driving the cart jumped up and ran quickly, and reached the side of Chen Ping's horse in a few steps. His body was extremely fast and agile.

The old man looked strange and saluted Han Xiaoru and said: "This strong man, please protect the young master's chariot to defend against the enemy's cavalry."

"You asked the wrong person..."

A trace of shame and anger flashed across Han Xiaoru's face, "Besides, old man, your eyes are very hard to use."

What warrior?
Your whole family is a strong man.

Although she was indeed very strong, Han Xiaoru felt a little aggrieved.

This eye excrement is so big that you can’t tell the difference between a male and a female.

The old man suddenly realized something and understood something. He quickly turned to Ji Mingyue, saluted and apologized: "Girl..."

At any rate, he still remembered that this little girl was kicked out of the carriage by the young master and almost fell on her head and died. She probably had resentment in her heart.

Presumably, this was the reason why the woman, who was stronger and more powerful than the man, said she was "seeking the wrong person".

"Instead of wasting time here, let's think about how to deal with the enemy."

Ji Mingyue said with a smile.

The attitude is very cordial.

It was as if she was not the one who was kicked out of the car earlier.

Of course, it was precisely because of her attitude that the old man's heart sank.

When a person has obviously been greatly wronged, but doesn't take it to heart at all, there is only one reason, and that is that she does not need to hold a grudge or care about it.

It's because the other party is already a dead person in her heart.

"Young master, he..."

The old man muttered, not knowing what to say next.

He's just a driver, doesn't it mean anything?In fact, even if he wanted to apologize for his son, he didn't have the position to say anything.

If you say something not very nice and are scolded by the young master afterwards, you will get into trouble.

The young master is not easy to mess with, and the eldest princess in the carriage is certainly not easy to mess with either.

“What exactly is saving?”

Chen Ping didn't pay too much attention to the old man, nor did he care about the faint repulsive looks of the more than ten guards around him. He was alone with three people on his horse, falling behind, unlike the rest of the cavalry and civilians who were trying to escape like crazy.

It's not that he doesn't want to escape.

It's because he found that he couldn't seem to outrun others.

Behind them, more than a thousand riders were wearing pitch-black armor, like a dark cloud, and a black roar came, like the sound of thundering hooves, someone could already be heard clearly, someone was shouting loudly.

"Don't leave Dongyuan, behead a thousand people, capture them alive and make them a marquis of ten thousand households."

"Kill those who stand in the way. Surrender to avoid death."

Then, Chen Ping was surprised to find that the dark young master's carriage ran a long way away with a swish, opening a large distance.

And the dozen or so knights, and even the civilians who were carrying packages and saluting, were like rabbits, swishing and swishing away as fast as they could.

"You can run faster than my horse, are you doing this?"

While Chen Ping was surprised, he also had doubts in his heart.

"Could it be that Babel has a special reason for setting the identities of a few of us in this small escape team?"

"What's special about it? Running very fast, does that count?"

With his experience in the Age of Ending Law in his previous life, Chen Ping knew better than Han Xiaoru and Ji Mingyue how fast ordinary people could run with their extreme bodies.

Ten seconds to [-] meters is the threshold. If you run to nine seconds, you can almost win the world championship.

So, in this team, all members ran for about five or six seconds. What does it mean?
Chen Ping felt that it was necessary to overturn some memories in his mind.

Fake, all fake.

How could a normal human body do such unreasonable things?

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Moreover, Chen Ping also discovered.

Not only the escape team of Young Master Yan, but also ran extremely fast.

Even the cavalry team of more than a thousand chasing behind them was incredibly fast.

Seeing that he was still far away, like a gust of wind blowing by, he was already chasing behind him.

Although the speed is quite different from Master Yan's team, it is still much faster than ordinary people and horses.

"So, what went wrong?"

Chen Ping thought about this and took a deep look at the guard captain Yunteng who had been abandoned by everyone.

Apart from the three of them, the only one left was the previously majestic and commanding captain.

He was beaten so hard by Han Xiaoru that his arm bones cracked and three ribs were broken. He was kicked in the chest again, which shocked his internal organs. Now if he moved a little more intensely, his whole body seemed to fall apart.

Even if he could run faster, he couldn't run any further.

He couldn't even avoid the direct attack of the cavalry.

Chen Ping is much better here.

He smiled and said: "Avoid its sharp edge, seize the horse, and form a formation of three talents."

This was told to Han Xiaoru and Ji Mingyue.

The three of them had been getting along day and night, and they had long been in tune with each other. As soon as the two women heard Chen Ping's order, they immediately knew what to do.

As soon as they got to the side of the road, more than ten riders came over to kill them, and they were all confused at the moment.

Chen Ping turned his horse around, tilted his head slightly, and watched as the spear pierced his ear, lifting up a few strands of hair, and the side of the bronze sword in his hand was slightly tapered.

The fierce armored cavalry had its throat cut and fell upside down under the horse.

Han Xiaoru, however, crouched down at this moment, put his left hand on the back of the horse, jumped up from behind the horse, and with a sharp spear in his hand, he had already pierced the heart of a cavalryman who followed him.

Send him flying into the air.

However, Ji Mingyue jumped up, like a fairy flying into the sky, her body was spinning, her slender hands passed over the waist of the cavalry who was flying and spilling blood, she pulled out her bronze long sword, swirled it down on the horse's back, and urged the horse to circle. Running fast in a circle, three horses forming a circle, swords and spears raised at the same time...

suddenly……

A group of cavalry rushed up and fell down again.

The cavalry around them rolled past like a tide, chasing the carriage and the fleeing group, leaving behind the three people and three cavalrymen on one side of the road.

(End of this chapter)