The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 19 Temporarily
Zhao Ying raised his sword and slashed towards Mei Qinghe!
Mei Qinghe tilted his head, leaned forward, grabbed Zhao Ying's wrist with both hands and twisted it, trying to snatch the sword away.

Zhao Ying took a step back, turned the sword and slashed towards Mei Qinghe's arm.

Mei Qinghe was about to move forward to catch up, but a bodyguard next to her suddenly slashed at her waist. She withdrew her right hand and pressed on the blade, thus blocking the attack.

But Zhao Ying also took this opportunity to grab Mei Qinghe's left hand with one hand and stabbed his chest with the sword!
In a small space, Mei Qinghe faced the enemy with bare hands, and was unstoppable. The bodyguards from behind attacked him together, and he had no way to retreat.

Swish!
Suddenly, a cloud of dust exploded from the ground and flew towards Zhao Ying's face.

Mei Qinghe retracted his kicking leg, took advantage of Zhao Ying's unpreparedness, broke free from his grasping left hand, dodged the weapons attacking from all directions, and broke out of the encirclement.

In martial arts fights, more people means more power, and usually only the outer sect masters who are skilled in self-defense can ignore the difference in numbers.

Especially since Mei Qinghe had abandoned his sword, his martial arts skills were almost gone, and he could only dodge but not block the weapons in front of him. Zhao Ying's martial arts skills were already similar to Zhao Dehua's, and with the surrounding escorts attacking together, Mei Qinghe could only temporarily avoid the sharp edge.

But this doesn't mean that Mei Qinghe has no solution.

She rushed to a crowded place, deflected the weapons coming from all around, captured a man, and tapped him with both hands.

"what!"

The man wanted to resist, but after being poked a few times by Mei Qinghe, his hands and feet fell limply.

Mei Qinghe grabbed the man's clothes and used him to block himself. The escorts were afraid of hurting their companions, so they could only use their weapons to attack Mei Qinghe's exposed hands and feet, greatly reducing the threat.

Mei Qinghe took this opportunity to kick out the long sword of the man blocking in front of him.

The knife made a sharp sound of breaking through the air and flew straight towards a person's face.

The man tried to block with his weapon in panic, but his strength was insufficient and he only slightly deflected the long sword, which pierced into his shoulder with a "swish".

Blood gushed out, the man cried out in pain, covered his wound and squatted down, no longer having the strength to fight.

Zhao Ying came to the front at this time.

She pointed her sword at Mei Qinghe's arm, but Mei Qinghe grabbed the man to block it, so she had to withdraw her attack. She then turned to attack Mei Qinghe's legs, but was also blocked.

Seeing this, the man who was used as a human shield by Mei Qinghe knew that he had become a burden, and he was also tough, shouting: "Young Chief Escort, don't worry about me, avenge the Chief Escort!"

Zhao Ying knew that blood had already been drawn, so it was not the time to hesitate. He gritted his teeth, found a flaw, pierced the man's arm with his sword, and stabbed at Mei Qinghe.

Mei Qinghe was not merciful either, and struck the man hard on the arm, deflecting the sword.

Then he kicked the man towards Zhao Ying, forcing him to create an opening. He dodged and captured another person. This time he directly sealed his mute point, and used the same method to use him as a meat shield in front of him.

While blocking Zhao Ying, he continued to snatch away everyone's weapons and threw them away. After only a few rounds, three or four people fell to the ground screaming in pain.

Seeing this, Zhao Ying realized that the martial arts skills of his escorts were uneven. If they could not fight with Mei Qinghe for a few moves and wait for her to come over, then they would just be a burden if they stayed there.

She shouted, "Those who have been escorting for less than five years, step back! Get the lasso!"

The thieves who rob the escort often act alone, so the escort agency naturally has ways to deal with such lone masters.

The noose was made of a thin rope soaked in tung oil and woven with pig bristles. Once you were caught in the noose, it was difficult to break free.

Zhao Ying showed no mercy and avoided Mei Qinghe's grasp on the man's vital points, continuing to move closer.

The effect of the meat shield in Mei Qinghe's hand was greatly reduced, and it instead affected his speed. He slapped the man's shoulder and threw him away, then fought with Zhao Ying.

Several veteran escorts surrounded Mei Qinghe and suddenly stabbed him.

Those who were not good at martial arts had already retreated, and now they kept throwing lassoes. Of course, the lasso could not catch Mei Qinghe, but it did not retract after it fell to the ground, just waiting for Mei Qinghe to step on it.

In a one-on-many situation, if there is no absolute difference in strength, the most important thing is to dodge and maneuver, take advantage of the large number of people, constantly create a one-on-one situation, and defeat them one by one.

But now, those who remain in the battle circle can delay Mei Qinghe for one or two moves. Before the outcome is decided, Zhao Ying will take this opportunity to catch up.

There were nooses all over his feet, and if he stepped on them, he would be tied up and pulled. Weapons kept coming at him, and Zhao Ying was pressing him step by step.

No matter how good your internal strength is, you still need to recover your energy. At this moment, Mei Qinghe was too busy to look around, and immediately there was danger all around.

When he was about to breathe out, Mei Qinghe suddenly struck out with his palm, forcing Zhao Ying to retreat, and found an opening to recover his breath.

Suddenly, he tripped, his posture fell apart, and he couldn't catch his breath.

But there was a clever one among the escorts outside, who didn't wait for Mei Qinghe to step on him, and he saw an opportunity and threw it directly, just in time to trip Mei Qinghe who was retreating. Zhao Ying immediately pressed forward.

If Mei Qinghe doesn't catch his breath, his strength will only get weaker and weaker, and he might not be able to hold on for a while.

At this moment, a sword fell from high above and landed right in front of Mei Qinghe.

Wang Hai said loudly: "Miss Mei, don't be stubborn."

"In a fight of life and death, no matter what, no matter how hard it is."

"If you see blood, you still have to think before you go. If you lose your life in vain, wouldn't it be a shame to your master's training?"

At this time, there were a few people lying scattered around his feet. They were all still alive, but their hands and feet were bent, their skin and flesh were turned over, and most of them had fainted from the pain. Only two or three people were rolling on the ground, screaming heart-wrenchingly.

Mei Qinghe said that she would take full responsibility for the matter, and Zhao Ying agreed. So they did not send anyone to attack Wang Hai, and only had a few people watching him to prevent him from interfering.

Just now Wang Hai bent down to pick up the sword, and those men started to attack him, but he was knocked to the ground within a few rounds.

Mei Qinghe looked at Wang Hai, but Wang Hai did not move and had no intention of going forward to help.

Mei Qinghe is rigid and stubborn, and inflexible.

She originally wanted to subdue Zhao Ying with her bare hands, press her acupuncture points and leave without exposing her master. However, it was her first time going down the mountain, and she had no experience in the martial arts world. She didn't know how the escort agency dealt with lone thieves, and she almost fell into danger.

Wang Hai also wanted to temper Mei Qinghe, so he just stood by and watched.

No matter how stubborn Mei Qinghe is, she will not die here in vain.

She sighed, forced Zhao Ying back, kicked the sword, and drew the sword out of its sheath in mid-air.

Zheng~——

The sword was just an ordinary long sword that was bought casually and had been sharpened hastily. It was neither sharp nor bright.

But there was a clanging sound of sword.

With a sword in hand, Mei Qinghe's momentum changed instantly.

All her martial arts skills are based on sword. Her internal strength, footwork, power, and moves all rely on the sword in her hand.

Li Miao once said that she could barely be considered a first-rate master.

What is a top-notch expert?
Mei Qinghe raised his sword and stabbed straight forward!
It is the "Sword Roaring in the Cold River" from Huashan Sword Technique!
Zhao Ying was unable to block this sharp sword, which pierced directly into her left shoulder, and the sword in her hand fell to the ground!

Mei Qinghe turned around and used the "Swallow Returns to the Morning Sun" move, knocking away the weapons in the hands of several old escorts.

Then he used the "Yuntai Three Falls" move, leaving large areas of blood on the bodies of several people.

Several people covered their wounds and fell to the ground.

Three tricks.

With just three moves, she defeated all the people who had just fought with her.

Zhao Ying still wanted to step forward and fight, but Mei Qinghe hit his right shoulder with a sword. His hands fell down limply and he had no strength to fight anymore.

Seeing that Mei Qinghe finally drew his sword, Wang Hai stopped watching the show and went forward to grab one of them and broke his arm. He grabbed and broke more people's arms, like a tiger among a flock of sheep.

But after a while, only Wang Hai and Mei Qinghe were left standing.

Mei Qinghe sheathed his sword and mounted his horse.

Her two swords pierced into Zhao Ying's shoulder meridians. After the injury healed, his internal strength remained, but his swordsmanship was almost gone.

She didn't want to have to kill Zhao Ying one day, nor did she want to be killed by Zhao Ying, so she simply stopped Zhao Ying from learning martial arts and seeking revenge.

Mei Qinghe stopped talking and rode on his horse.

Zhao Ying's hands were weak and his men were all injured, so he could only stand there and watch Mei Qinghe leave.

"Yuntai Sanluo... I'm not wrong, that's Yuntai Sanluo, Huashan swordsmanship!" She stared at Mei Qinghe's back, muttering to herself.

(End of this chapter)