The Fragrant Wood Swordsman
pk 05 part 4

Suddenly Keng Hong got a strange feeling and looked back. How shocked he was when he saw that from behind the creeps came dozens of people and obviously they intend to catch him.

They were Pak-san Su-liong's men who came to him threateningly, like a pack of wolves about to ambush a deer. Keng Hong knows what the danger would be if it fell into the hands of Pak-san Kwi-ong's men. It is not good to be a prisoner of two fierce girls, but to be a prisoner of these rude people seems to be even more terrible.

Why didn't he just break free? If he was still not freeing himself first, he likes to serve the romance game Cui Im that he really enjoyed and second, he likes to serve, because he was interested and thanked Song-bun Siu-li who saved his life.

But now, seeing himself being contested like a precious object, Keng Hong became fed up and suddenly his desire to escape while there was a chance they were gassy.

Keng Hong deployed his sinkang, urged the power center in the navel then channeled the magic air he launched towards his pair of arms, then as powerful as he could snatch. The black silk rope that bound his wrist was not just any rope, its strength exceeded that of steel wire. But the rope was still unable to hold the sinks that were strung on both arms, whose strength was extraordinary, like the pull of two elephant trunks.

The rope makes a loud noise when it is cut off and moves like the body of a snake is cut off on the ground. Keng Hong only felt the skin of his wrists hot. He quickly bent down and removed the white silk rope that bound his legs. He did not want to break the strap of his foot which he knew was a silk belt that was used as a weapon for the lady in white clothes, so after his hands were free he removed his leg straps.

At that moment, four large tall people had crashed and caught him, some were embracing the legs, some were embracing his waist, some were holding hands and some were curling their necks. But Keng Hong did not care, he continued to get up and walked closer to the carriage, dragging the four people attached to his body like leeches. Keng Hong scooped the white belt and then exclaimed to Song-bun Siu-li who was busy serving his three enemies.

"Song-bun Siu-li! Here's your gun, take it!"

He had already rolled up the belt and threw it towards the girl in white who let out a surprised voice but quickly grabbed this special weapon and replaced the whip with a white belt. Great not to play the Song-bun Siu-li movement after he now plays the white silk belt.

It looked like a rolling white light, very thick blinding to the eyes like a silver white rainbow and in just three steps the belt had engaged a chain of one among his three opponents and once snatched, he said, the chain slipped from the opponent's hand and the other end of the belt had knocked him down!

The other two opponents became angry and lunged even more fiercely, but were served by the white-clothed girl in a calm manner. Now that her weapon had returned to her hands, this girl became calmer and full of confidence in herself.

Keng Hong was still being gang-raped by the four big tall people who were about to hold him captive, and while yelling at the dozens of other big tall people sheathing him, ready to help their friends if overwhelmed. The state of Keng Hong was like an ant-covered jengkrik.

Keng Hong became angry and impatient again. He let out a loud cry while shaking his body, his movements like a tiger shaking his body after being hit by rain water. There was a startled cry then the bodies of the four people who had been stuck on his body, choking to the four directions until five six meters away and then befalling his own friends!

"Don't let him run!"

The people who became accomplices of Pak-san Su-liong continued to shout while besieging. These were just a bunch of savages relying on manpower, courage and battle experience as these people came from the north, become the son of Pak-san Su-liong who is famous as the leader of the savages outside the great north wall.

But their energy is just muscle power and thick skin, of course facing their Keng Hong it does not mean much. Keng Hong started to rampage in search of his freedom. He used his feet and hands, kicking and hitting.

The bullies were screaming in pain because every encounter of their accomplices with Keng Hong's accomplices must have resulted in broken bones and broken skin. Seeing that their men were in a mess, plus one of them had been knocked down, three people among Pak-san Su-liong became a mess of his game.

Now that Song-bun Siu-li had his own powerful weapon, the three big high-ranking disciples of Pak-san Kwi-ong could not hold on anymore. The red sword in Cui Im's hand managed to injure his opponent's left shoulder, while the two ends of the white silk belt in the hands of his supremely shrewd sumoi had robbed a chain and whipped the face of an opponent again so that his cheek was wounded and bleeding.

Seeing his four opponents retreat and their men in disarray and start to stay away from Keng Hong, Song-bun Siu-li quickly said and jumped up to Keng Hong, "Get on the train. We continue the journey!"

Keng Hong stood up to look at the girl, then replied, "I don't want to! I want to continue on my own journey, Miss."

"You... Are you going to fight me?" Song-bun Siu-li said subtly, but his voice was cold, and his belt was ready in hand.

"Be careful, Sumoi. He has magic power!" said Cui Im who had also jumped close, no matter what Pak-san Su-liong started to help his friends and left the place knowing that they could not continue their efforts to take prisoners.

"Cia Keng Hong, hurry back to the carriage. They will certainly come back, and if their teacher appears Pak-san Kwi-ong, or the teacher Thian-te Siang-to was Pat-jiu Sian-ong, we will not be able to defend you anymore!" song-bun Siu-li said, His voice still subtle but not an inducement, but a warning.

Keng Hong was still standing with both legs spread out, solidly strong like a mountain rock, but the clothes on his back were already in tatters.