At this moment Sima Zhuifeng was desperately trying to avoid Ying Feng's pursuit.

A terrible sword wound slid diagonally down Sima Zhuifeng's left shoulder, across his chest and abdomen, and to the inside of his right leg. The wound was about an inch deep and almost ripped Sima Zhuifeng's stomach open.

If Sima Zhuifeng had not been wearing a piece of gold-thread soft armor that could effectively block the blows from sharp weapons, this sword would have split him into two pieces!

Even though Sima Zhuifeng was wearing a close-fitting golden soft armor, ordinary sharp weapons could not damage the soft armor at all. Facing the eight-sided sword in Yingfeng's hand, which was forged by the descendants of the wilderness using the ancient Qin secret method, the soft armor was still cut open by the sword, and Sima Zhuifeng was also seriously injured.

Blood was dripping, and the wound was in excruciating pain. Every time he took a step, the diaphragm inside the wound twitched violently, and his internal organs seemed to be about to burst through the diaphragm and rush out of his body. Sima Zhuifeng had already taken several pills to stop the internal bleeding and applied a layer of excellent golden wound medicine on the wound. The sword had caused him too much damage, and he could only barely keep the wound from getting worse.

Sima Zhuifeng was surrounded by flames and blood, like a big fireball passing over the high-rise buildings in Qizhou City. He tapped the roof of the high-rise building with his toes, and his figure flashed dozens of feet away. Smoke and fire rose into the sky wherever he passed. Sima Zhuifeng could no longer control the high temperature emitted by her martial arts, and many small buildings were set on fire by her.

Ying Feng was wearing heavy armor and running wildly on the ground like a wild bull.

His body movements were not as good as Sima Zhuifeng's, but he ran very fast, and all the houses and walls that blocked his way were broken by his sword. Wherever he passed, houses collapsed and walls shattered. There were unlucky gang members from the city of Qizhou, and those city foxes and rats who took advantage of the chaos to rob and accidentally blocked Yingfeng's way, and they were also killed by him with a sword.

With a continuous grim laugh, Ying Feng shouted at Sima Zhuifeng who was fleeing quickly in front of him: "Trojan Ma, why are you running away? Your concubine and the children your concubine gave birth to are all in my hands! Do you really have the heart to abandon them?"

In terms of real strength, Ying Feng is not as good as Sima Zhuifeng.

Just now, the guards under Sima Zhuifeng were all killed by the naturalized natives brought by Yingfeng, but Sima Zhuifeng suppressed Yingfeng and beat him up, causing Yingfeng to spit blood and retreat continuously.

Just when Sima Zhuifeng was about to kill Yingfeng, a group of wild remnants came escorting Sima Zhuifeng's new concubines in Qizhou and the children born to him by those concubines. The shining swords were already on their necks.

Sima Zhuifeng was in great confusion for a moment, and Yingfeng took advantage of the situation and attacked, severely injuring Sima Zhuifeng with one sword.

Sima Zhuifeng was quite decisive. After being struck by the sword, he turned around and left without stopping for his concubine and children who were crying and screaming behind him.

Hearing Ying Feng's provocative words, Sima Zhuifeng couldn't help but laugh strangely: "Just a concubine, I'll die if I die. I have nearly a hundred concubines in my old house in the capital. What are a few concubines? Those bastards born to concubines, scare them. How can I, Sima Zhuifeng, risk my life for a few bastards?"

"A son of a rich family should not sit in the hall. As long as I can get away safely today, no matter you torture them to death or burn them to death, I will retaliate a thousand or a hundred times in the future! There are countless tribes of survivors in the wild mountains. Even if I slaughter a hundred of your tribes, I can always pay for their lives!"

Sima Zhuifeng smiled with gritted teeth, but his heart seemed to be bleeding.

He really didn't care about those concubines. He could buy one for a hundred taels of silver. Even if she was pretty, she was just a plaything.

What really made him sad was the illegitimate son born to him by one of his concubines. Although the boy was young, he was born with all the meridians open, making him an excellent martial arts talent. He was also very intelligent. At the age of less than five, he could recognize more than 3,000 characters, and even learned more than 400 of the profound and difficult ancient seal characters!

Sima Zhuifeng intended to let him replace himself and stay in the capital of the Jin Dynasty, that good-for-nothing eldest son who only knew how to eat, drink, whore and gamble!

If he was killed by Ying Feng's men, Sima Zhuifeng swore that he would mobilize all the power of the Sima family and take revenge severely.

When Ying Feng heard Sima Zhuifeng's cold and ruthless words, he couldn't help but curse, gritted his teeth, strode forward, and continued to chase after him.

Gradually, some other big men wearing heavy armor and with strength comparable to Ying Feng came from all sides. They shouted loudly and cooperated with Ying Feng to chase and intercept Sima Zhuifeng, trying to trap him in the city of Qizhou!

Sima Zhuifeng is the governor of Qizhou after all. If they can capture him alive, it will be extremely valuable to these wild and barbaric remnants.

Sima Zhuifeng gritted his teeth, bit his tongue hard, and yelled "Yun Lai" loudly!

The flames rushed, and Sima Zhuifeng's boots suddenly burned to ashes. A large cloud of fire with a radius of three meters wrapped around Sima Zhuifeng's legs, lifting him up suddenly. Sima Zhuifeng's body suddenly flew up to a height of five hundred meters, and fell out of the city in an arc.

"The art of flying clouds! The Trojan governor is actually a master of mystic arts?" Ying Feng and the others were stunned, and they hurriedly chased in the direction where Sima Zhuifeng fled.

Sima Zhuifeng is actually a powerful mystic, which makes him even more valuable.

Led by Ying Feng, a dozen heavily armored men and hundreds of elite natives ran wildly, chasing Sima Zhuifeng's escape direction, out of the north gate of Qizhou City, and chasing in the direction where he fell.

Sima Zhuifeng's Feiyun secret technique allowed him to rush out of the city for more than ten miles in one breath. After being seriously injured, he used the secret technique. Sima Zhuifeng staggered to the ground and almost fell headfirst. Blood spurted out of his mouth, and his internal organs felt as if they were being cooked in boiling oil, causing him great pain.

"Hiss," "hiss," a few horse neighing sounds were heard. Sima Zhuifeng looked up suddenly, his eyes widened in shock.

Just over a hundred feet in front of him, there was a dense forest in sight. A large group of cavalrymen in iron armor were riding out of the forest in neat rows. Behind these cavalrymen were large groups of elite infantrymen in leather armor.

More than a dozen military flags fluttered in the wind, with a bloody word "Li" in the middle of the flag.

The commander of Fengyu Jiuchong Pass, General Li, who was also known as the Great Open Coffin General, arrived in time with his subordinates at the request of Sima Zhuifeng.

A figure rushed over quickly. Old Wutou rushed to Sima Zhuifeng in a panic and hugged him: "Master, Master, what happened?"

With a "whoosh" sound, a dry, cold murderous aura came over. General Li jumped off his mount and rushed out hundreds of feet in one stride, standing firmly beside Sima Zhuifeng like a flagpole.

General Li, who was extremely strong and had a ruthless and cold expression on his face, looked at Sima Zhuifeng, who was covered in blood, and said in astonishment: "Sir Governor, what happened in Qizhou City? Do you need me to lead the troops to suppress it?"

When the word "suppression" was mentioned, General Li couldn't help but reveal an extremely bloodthirsty and ferocious expression on his face.

Sima Zhuifeng took a breath, thought for a while, and suddenly smiled: "No hurry, no hurry, keep your troops. I remember there is a valley nearby where we can station troops, quickly take your men and hide there."

"Now that things have come to this, I want to see how Zhou Liuyun, Chu Jie and the others end up."