The waste prince is so fierce

Zhang Hu's short knife hit the dagger, and immediately there was a crisp collision sound. If we simply talk about strength, Zhang Hu's strength is slightly weaker than Zhao Qian's.

He roared and turned his wrist slightly, trying to remove Zhao Qian's arm.

But the dagger did not move.

Seeing the scene of the spikes, Zhang Hu’s face suddenly turned ugly.

Zhao Qian's strength is obviously superior to his. If the fight continues, he will probably be the first to lose.

"Zhang Hu, don't waste your efforts."

Zhao Qian thrust his dagger forward and stabbed it directly into Li Quan's thigh.

For a moment, blood was flowing everywhere.

"asshole!"

Zhang Hu roared angrily, his eyes red, and swung the short knife in his hand, slashing at Zhao Qian. Zhao Qian quickly retreated, avoiding Zhang Hu's fierce attack. There was a flash of pride in his eyes, and he was obviously satisfied with his success.

Zhao Qian looked at Zhang Hu with disdain and sneered: "Zhang Hu, do you think your anger can change anything? Today, no matter how you struggle, Li Quan will die!"

Zhang Hu's eyes became even colder. He knew he couldn't delay any longer and had to make a quick decision. He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and prepared to attack again.

Narrator: Li Quan endured the pain and broke out in a cold sweat, but his consciousness was still clear.

He knew that he must not fall down like this, otherwise everything would be in vain. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he quickly thought of a way to escape.

Li Quan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. The current situation was extremely unfavorable to him, and he had to find a way to turn the tide. He thought quickly in his mind, and suddenly a light bulb flashed in his head, and he thought of a way out.

Li Quan panted violently: "Zhang Hu, stop him!"

Zhang Hu heard the order and immediately went all out, swinging his short knife wildly and attacking Zhao Qian. Although Zhao Qian was imposing, Zhang Hu's desperate attack should not be underestimated.

"No matter how hard you struggle, it will only prolong the pain."

Zhao Qian was now confident of victory and did not take Zhang Hu seriously at all.

Li Quan took advantage of the gap between the two men's fight, endured the severe pain, and quickly took out a small pottery jar from under the bed. He opened the jar with trembling hands and sprinkled the white powder inside at Zhao Qian.

Zhao Qian was caught off guard and his eyes were covered by the powder. His vision was blurry and he kept coughing.

"You despicable bastard!"

The noise in the room became louder and louder, attracting the attention of the guards in Li Quan's mansion.

Zhao Qian's vision was obscured by the powder that was suddenly thrown at him, and he felt a blur in front of his eyes and kept coughing. Zhang Hu took this opportunity to frantically wave his dagger and quickly approached Zhao Qian.

Zhang Hu shouted loudly.

"Zhao Qian, you can't escape!"

Zhang Hu's short knife drew an arc in the air and went straight to Zhao Qian's throat.

Although Zhao Qian was blinded by the powder, he quickly turned his head to avoid the fatal blow with his keen hearing and fighting instinct. However, Zhang Hu's blade cut Zhao Qian's shoulder, and blood gushed out instantly.

Zhang Hu did not give Zhao Qian a chance to breathe and continued to launch a fierce attack. The fight between the two became more and more intense, with swords and sabers interlaced in the room and blood splattered everywhere.

At this time, Zhang Long also came over after hearing the noise: "Your Highness, what happened inside?"

Hearing Zhang Long's voice, Li Quan was shocked and shouted loudly: "Come in quickly, there is an assassin!" Hearing this, Zhang Long did not hesitate and rushed in directly.

Zhao Qian knew that he was in an extremely unfavorable situation, but he was full of resentment and unwilling to give up. He quickly retreated, trying to distance himself from Zhang Hu so that he could catch his breath. However, Zhang Hu chased him relentlessly, and his short knife drew sharp arcs in the air, forcing Zhao Qian to respond with all his strength.

As soon as Zhang Long entered the room, he saw a chaotic scene. His eyes quickly locked onto the injured Li Quan, his face changed, and he immediately rushed over.

Zhang Long came to Li Quan anxiously and asked, "Your Highness, are you okay?"

Li Quan used up all his strength and said in a hoarse voice: "Quick... catch Zhao Qian... don't let him run away!"

Zhang Long's eyes immediately became fierce, and he drew his saber and rushed towards Zhao Qian. Zhao Qian faced two powerful enemies with a gloomy face, but he had no intention of retreating. He gritted his teeth and swung the dagger again.

"One person can't take me down! Two people can take me down? What a joke!"

Zhang Long and Zhang Hu had a perfect understanding of each other. Zhang Long swung his sword down suddenly, and Zhao Qian barely dodged it by leaning sideways, but was hit in the shoulder again, and blood stained his black clothes red.

Zhang Hu took the opportunity to attack from the other side and stabbed Zhao Qian in the abdomen with a short knife.

Zhao Qian's eyes were fierce: "Want my life? It's not that easy!"

Li Quan endured the severe pain and looked at Zhao Qian with a cold gaze. He knew that he was no longer able to fight at this moment and could only rely on the guards around him to resolve this crisis.

The blades of Zhang Long and Zhang Hu crossed in the air, and the flashes of swords and shadows were reflected in Zhao Qian's eyes, like a beast approaching. Although Zhao Qian was already wounded, he still gritted his teeth and persisted, with an unyielding light flashing in his eyes.

Zhang Long looked calm and said, "Zhao Qian, you have nowhere to escape, just surrender!"

Blood oozed from the corner of Zhao Qian's mouth.

"Surrender with your hands? You dogs and slaves, you want me to surrender? Dream on!"

Zhao Qian exerted force suddenly, and the dagger in his hand stabbed towards Zhang Long's chest as fast as a poisonous snake.

Zhang Long quickly swung his knife to block it, and the blade and dagger collided in the air, making a sharp metallic sound. At the same time, Zhang Hu attacked from the flank, and the short knife went straight to Zhao Qian's waist.

Zhang Hu's knife swing was swift and precise, forcing Zhao Qian to retreat again and again. He knew that if he continued like this, he would surely be defeated. Zhao Qian's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly pulled back, took out a smoke bomb, and threw it to the ground.

Smoke instantly filled the entire room, and the hazy smoke obscured everyone's vision. Zhang Long and Zhang Hu immediately lost sight of Zhao Qian and looked around for him.

"Watch out for his smoke bombs!"

"Zhao Qian, don't even think about escaping!"

In the thick smoke, Zhao Qian took advantage of the brief chaos, rushed to the window, and jumped out.

Then the figure quickly disappeared into the night, like a ghost.

Zhang Hu and Zhang Long looked at each other and jumped out of the window together. They searched around for Zhao Qian's traces.

Zhao Qian ran along the street, and after running a few steps, he suddenly felt a pain in his ankle, and his body stumbled and fell to the ground. He groaned in pain and reached out to rub his ankle.

It turned out that Zhao Qian was in a hurry while running away and accidentally stepped on a stone slab, spraining his ankle.

"Ouch, it hurts."

Zhao Qian sighed secretly. It seemed that he had not stabbed anyone for a long time. This time he even slightly sprained his ankle. It was really embarrassing.

Fortunately, there were no patrolling soldiers nearby, otherwise it would have been difficult for him to escape.

Zhao Qian was about to stand up when suddenly a gust of wind blew and a scimitar pointed directly at Zhao Qian's neck.

Zhao Qian's face changed slightly, and he immediately raised his dagger to block. The scimitar grazed his arm, leaving a bloody mark on his arm.

Zhao Qian didn't care about his injuries and immediately stood up and dodged.

He looked up and found himself in a deserted courtyard with nowhere to go.

The gate was closed and the roof was pitch black. I didn't know if there was anyone else in the house.

"This is the City God Temple. How did I end up here?"

This imperial city is located in the suburbs of the imperial capital, and is rarely visited on weekdays. And Zhao Qian remembered that there should be a medical clinic here, but now there is no light at all.

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Hu covered his shoulders and walked out of the room swaying, with a ferocious expression on his face, like a devil.