Wei Jing did not disappoint Shao Qing. When he saw her rushing towards him, he leaned towards the pavilion pillar and then retreated.
The black-clad leader was unable to retract his momentum in time and chopped the wooden pillar of the pavilion heavily with his sword. He pulled hard, and the pillar, which could not bear the weight, shook, and with a "creaky" sound, it tilted with his force.
The posthouse in the mountains was already vulnerable to wind and rain. When one of the pillars fell down, the entire posthouse collapsed with a loud bang, crushing the black-clad leader underneath.
Shao Qing was overjoyed.
She had already taken out the key, and she rushed over, knelt down, and reached into the keyhole of the shackles under his feet with the largest brass key in her hand.
It's not that he doesn't know that hands are definitely more convenient than feet, but Wei Jing has two shackles on his upper body, the clavicle and the handcuffs, and they will definitely not be removed as quickly as the shackles.
Another thing is that Shao Qing has secretly studied several keyholes on his body. The lock hole of the shackles is obviously larger than the other two. She now has three keys in her hand, one big and two small, and of course she chooses the one that hits the target with one strike.
Sure enough, as soon as she inserted the key and turned it twice, she heard a crisp metallic "click".
Wei Jing struggled with his feet, took off the shackles, and immediately kicked sideways at Shao Qing's back.
The posthouse was just covered with thatched roof and the pillars were not very thick, so it was impossible for it to crush the black-clothed leader to death. He was just a beat slow and broke through the thatched roof, swinging his sword to attack Wei Jing and the other two.
"Quick! Two people come, kill that woman!"
In fact, there was no need for the leader to call out. Even if the escorts were the best among their colleagues, their skills were definitely not as good as those of the elite killers. In just a short while, more than half of them were killed or injured. Several killers who broke through the obstruction immediately ran over here.
The leader gritted his teeth in hatred, he didn't expect that there was actually a woman who would risk her life to snatch the key and unlock the door. Half of the opportunity was lost, and the mission that was supposed to be a sure thing suddenly became risky.
The remaining half must not be lost at any cost.
"Kill her! Can't let her unlock it!"
Wei Jing's leg skills were amazing. He was fighting one against several people, but he was not at a disadvantage. He said in a low and steady voice: "Don't be impatient, take your time."
Shao Qing had already stood up to remove the shackles from his hands. The sharp blade behind him was cutting through the air, making a whistling sound. It would be a lie to say that he was not afraid or nervous. But she knew that things had come to this point, and if she didn't calm down she would be dead, so she bit her lips tightly, tried her best to ignore all noise, and stared at the keyholes.
With two "clicks", the special chain connecting Wei Jing's collarbones was untied from the handcuffs. Then there was a crisp sound of metal mechanism opening, and the heavy handcuffs fell to the ground.
But this was not enough, Wei Jing still couldn't exert any strength in his upper body.
Piercing the scapula in the form of clavicle is actually quite cruel. A symmetrical hole is drilled above and below the protruding clavicle, and a special chain passes through the flesh in the hole, wraps around the clavicle, tightens and clamps it, and then handcuffs it to the handcuffs.
The clavicle is one of the key points for exerting force in the upper body. Once locked like this, the severe pain caused by any movement can make people feel so miserable that they cannot move at all.
The last step Shao Qing had to take was to pull the chain, which was as thick as his two little fingers, vertically and with all his strength, tear the more than three-foot-long chain off his body.
She held one end of the chain and swallowed her saliva. Wei Jing shouted loudly: "Pull it off!"
Shao Qing closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and pulled downwards with all his strength!
Wei Jing's blocking movement faltered, and his left foot was immediately hit, blood spurting out. He tensed all his muscles, gritted his teeth, and leaped upwards, pulling the chain out of his body as quickly as possible.
Blood splattered all over Shao Qing's head and face. She heard a whistling sound of wind behind her head and quickly threw herself forward.
The black-clad killer kept on swinging his sword and chased Shao Qing. At the critical moment, Wei Jing had already landed on the ground and kicked the man sideways, sending him flying.
He really lived up to the name of God of War, even though blood was still gushing out of his collarbone wound, he hooked his toes after regaining his freedom, and a sword was already in his hand, with a cold light flashing. Two black-clad assassins fell down immediately, and the rest had to retreat.
Shao Qing climbed up and stood behind him, not daring to be too close for fear of being in the way, nor too far away for fear of being left alone.
At this time, almost all the escorts had been killed, and the fugitives who fled to the mountains and forests behind them had also been killed. The few who escaped had all run into the dense forest.
Without knowing the difference in barriers, the black-clad assassins gathered around one after another, stepped on special positions, and used formations to besiege Wei Jing and Shao Qing behind him.
Seven or eight of them were dead, and there were only more than twenty killers left. Wei Jing was alone and was seriously injured, with a burden behind him. Even if he was a good fighter, he would probably be at a disadvantage after a long battle.
Shao Qing was very nervous. If she were alone, her chances of escaping would greatly increase. However, things had come to this point, and if she was left behind, she would only die.
Fortunately, Wei Jing did not do so.
Wei Jing is a commander who has experienced many battles and is naturally well versed in military strategies. He did not allow the enemy to completely encircle him. While the last few black-clad assassins had not yet surrounded him, he suddenly burst out with force, made a feint to the east and attacked in the west, then picked up Shao Qing and quickly flew backwards.
When Wei Jing rushed out of the encirclement, he swung his sword cleanly and cut the throats of the two enemies, and a large amount of blood sprayed directly into Shao Qing's mouth and nose at close range.
She had never experienced such a scene in her two lifetimes combined. The strong smell of blood rushed into her head and she almost felt like vomiting.
But she still tried her best to hold back, silently repeating "If he doesn't die, I will die". She followed Wei Jing's strength, pounced upwards, and tightly embraced his narrow waist.
Wei Jing paused for a moment, but without stopping, he quickly jumped down the hillside and ran towards the dense forest.
"Damn it!"
The black-clad leader was forced back several steps by Wei Jing's surging offensive. He had lost the initiative and could only watch the enemy break through the encirclement. He was angry and hateful, and shouted angrily: "Chase!"
Seeing Wei Jing turning around and leaping, exposing his back, a flaw suddenly appeared. He quickly raised his hand, a few flashes of blue-silver light passed by, and seven or eight meteor darts flew down like lightning, rushing to the vital points behind Wei Jing.
Wei Jing was in mid-air, with nowhere to gain leverage, so he had to take a deep breath, twist his body and leap forward.
Shao Qing's heart was in her throat. She dared not move. She only heard the sound of a gust of wind behind her head. She quickly tried her best to shrink towards Wei Jing's chest and abdomen.
A silver dart grazed Wei Jing's arm and narrowly passed by her scalp.
Her scalp felt cold, and a large strand of black hair flew away, blown away by the mountain breeze.
Shao Qing was really scared. He closed his eyes and prayed to all the gods and Buddhas in the sky. He then felt it carefully. Fortunately, there was no pain behind his head.
It doesn't matter if the hair is a little less, as long as the head is fine.
With a series of "de-de-de-thump" sounds, Wei Jing followed the meteor dart's steps, arrived at the forest and rushed in.
Shao Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to enter the dense forest. There was a barrier to block the view and it would be easy to escape secretly.
Her hope increased greatly, but the black-clad leader felt the exact opposite and shouted angrily, "Chase them now!"
"Group by five, and outflanking them! They can't run far, we must catch up!"
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The wind was whistling, and the emerald green and dark green scenery was rapidly moving backwards. The deeper one went into the mountains, the stronger the smell of soil and rotten leaves became.
Shao Qing was a little scared at first and closed his eyes, not daring to look. He opened his eyes only after he gradually got used to it.
The wound on Wei Jing's collarbone was still bleeding, wetting the front of his shirt and flowing down. The left half of Shao Qing's face, which was pressed against his chest, already felt sticky.
Warm and smells strongly of blood.
He had more than one wound on his body, and Shao Qing was afraid that he couldn't hold on any longer. Fortunately, the war god, King Qi, was much more resilient than she had imagined. Although he changed her hands once, he was still able to hold on until the noise of the pursuers behind him gradually faded away and could no longer be heard.
As the sun sets, half of the red sun has sunk behind the mountains. Dark clouds reappear, and a gust of wind blows, and the sky suddenly becomes dark.
Wei Jing slowed down and rushed down a steep slope. His eyes lit up and he saw a small open space in front of him. It was covered with wild grass and a gurgling stream meandering through it.
He ran to the stream, stopped, let go, and Shao Qing, whose waist was already numb, jumped down.
She staggered a few steps, then stood firm and observed her surroundings: "Which direction is this? How can we get out of the forest?"
At this moment Shao Qing was very happy. He had already taken a big step towards escape. As long as he left the jungle before the killer came looking for him, it would be like a stream flowing into a river, and he would no longer be able to find any trace of him.
"We should be heading east?"
She looked around and heard the chirping of insects and birds nearby, so she felt relieved. It should be safe.
But Wei Jing remained silent. Shao Qing was surprised and turned his head to look, only to see the long sword in his hand fall to the ground with a clang.
His face was as pale as paper. He covered his left arm, his body swayed, and he fell headfirst.
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