"Master..."

The moment Shen Faxing's head landed, all the cavalrymen besieged Ning Wuque and Ning Wushuang roared.

"Boss..." Seeing Chen Qinglong being injured, Chen Qinglong's subordinates shouted.

The arrow shot from the darkness fell directly past Chen Qinglong's shoulder. The powerful force of this arrow was originally aimed at Chen Qinglong's heart. It happened that Chen Qinglong swung his sword. Before the new force was born, if Chen Qinglong had not broken through to the realm of Qi Transformation and when the arrow flew, his body twisted and avoided the vital point, this arrow would have taken his life.

"Roar... take your life..."

Ning Wushuang was about to fight, and waved the iron rod and swept out a large gap. Although he was not born with divine power, he still had the strength of several hundred kilograms of arm strength since he was a child. There were also marrow-cleaning spirits like Zhu Guo. It can be said that a thousand kilograms of pounds of one stick. The cavalry that besieged him was injured when he was next to him, and he was killed when he was hit. No one dared to approach him.

Dangdangdang...

Ning Wuque's long sword kept swinging the blade that was slashing from the side. Seeing that Chen Faxing was killed by Chen Qinglong, he pulled back and shouted loudly, "Chen Faxing is dead, are you still trying to resist? The reinforcements of the government will arrive soon, why don't you surrender quickly?"

Ning Wuque shouted with great energy to suppress the fighting outside the village. Many soldiers with red eyes gradually calmed down. Chen Faxing's death, coupled with the tenacious resistance of Chen Qinglong's subordinates, made these people fall sharply and gradually retreat.

When hearing the reinforcements from the government, several guards riding horses flickered their eyes and looked at each other and drove away at the same time.

"Retreat, withdraw..."

As the horse-riding guards left, the surviving soldiers saw that the situation was gone, and amid the shouts, they rushed towards the mountains and forests. Chen Qinglong's men chased them out, leaving behind bodies all the way. Not far away, they were called by Ning Wuque, "Don't chase the enemy, and do not enter the forest when they meet the forest."

The small village that had just shouted and killed the sky has now become quiet again, with only the sobs of villagers and women, the crying of children, and the sighs of the elderly. All of this has made the village peaceful.

"call……"

Ning Wushuang, who was invincible just now, threw away the iron stick, looked at the broken corpses around him, his face pale, and he lay on the ground and started to retching. This was the first time he had seen such a bloody scene since he was a child. He vomited for a while, sat on the ground, breathing in big mouths, and his expression was like a life after the disaster.

"Boss, how about it? Is it okay?"

Two of his men were holding Chen Qinglong, and a half-meter-long iron arrow pierced his left shoulder. Blood was left along the wound, and the dark arrow shaft flashed black light. This was a rare armor-breaking arrow in the army, and even iron armor could be torn apart.

Chen Qinglong's face was pale. A strong man who transformed into Qi was also a human being, not an immortal god. If he was injured so severely, he would have life worries if he was not treated in time. Moreover, even if he was cured, his left shoulder would probably be destroyed, leaving behind a dark disease.

"Hiss, such injuries need to be cured soon!" Among the villagers, the old scholar understood some medical skills. He looked at Chen Qinglong's arrow injury and took a breath, "This arrow may have been inserted into the shoulder blade. If anyone moves rashly, his left arm will be ruined."

"Hmph, old thing, if my boss didn't want to save you, how could he be injured? If it's not cured, I will kill your whole family!" A scarred young man grabbed the old scholar's clothes and stared at the old scholar fiercely.

"Zhang Ling, let him go!"

Ning Wuque's cold voice came from behind. The scar-faced young man was helpless when he heard this and had to let go of the old scholar.

"Thank you, young master." The old scholar bowed to Ning Wuque with gratitude.

Ning Wuque's eyes were slightly colder and he said lightly: "It's okay, this matter has nothing to do with you. Do you know which doctor can cure such an arrow injury?"

The scar-faced young man Zhang Ling stared at the old scholar with a bad look. The old scholar shrank his head, thought for a while, and said, "There is a clinic in the south of Wuzhou City. There is a doctor who is a military doctor. Maybe he can cure arrow injuries."

"Wushuang, please make some reservations here, Zhang Ling, carry Chen Qinglong on his back, and go to Wuzhou City."

Ning Wuque looked towards Wuzhou City, surrounded by mountains, and qi surged up like abyss and prisons, hanging on the Wuzhou City.

These are the auras released by the strong men who poured into Wuzhou City tonight. They are all powerful. For the demon cultivator, Wuzhou City at this time is the den of a dragon and tiger. The demons in the mountains and forests outside Wuzhou City are all restrained. No one wants to go to Wuzhou City to seek death at this time.

"Young Master, this little injury is not in the way." Chen Qinglong could also feel the powerful aura that suddenly appeared in Wuzhou City, and gritted his teeth and persevered.

Ning Wuque shook his head, took a deep breath, and looked at Zhang Ling, "If you don't carry him on your back, you will drag it down, and the blood will dry up, and no one can save him."

Because of the position of the arrow shaft, the old scholar did not dare to move around, so he could only let blood flow. At this time, Chen Qinglong's face was pale and his steps were floating, which was a sign of too much blood flow. Chen Qinglong still wanted to refuse, so Zhang Ling slashed Chen Qinglong behind him with a hand knife, slapped him faint, raised Chen Qinglong on his back, and looked at Ning Wuque.

"The boss will definitely refuse me to carry him."

Ning Wuque glanced at Zhang Ling, a very clever boy.

"Take two brothers into Wuzhou City!"

The night is vast and it is approaching. Wuzhou City, which has been celebrating all night, has become a little deserted. Many pedestrians have disappeared on the streets. However, it is rare that there is no curfew tonight. There are still many stalls on the streets, and tourists who stay up late come and go.

The general stood at the city gate and walked around with a long sword around his waist. The big figures who kept coming made the general dare not neglect his duties. On the moon on the Chinese Valentine's Day, he guarded the city of Wuzhou.

Several figures ran towards the night, attracting the general's attention and getting closer. Four figures came towards the city gate, their clothes were stained with blood. There were also two people holding a man on their heads, and an armor-breaking arrow was inserted on the man's shoulder, and the blood was flowing continuously.

Although he was holding a person, the person walked steadily and was extremely steady, showing his outstanding martial arts skills.

"Who is coming? Why did you enter the city?"

The general has been through the battlefield for a long time and can tell at a glance that the four must have experienced a bloody battle. In addition, the armor-breaking arrows are secret weapons in the army, so they are not allowed to pass the passage, which makes the general feel that these people are more like bandits. They press their swords tightly and stare at the four people. If there is any error, they will draw their swords toward each other.

"I am from Qingyun County. This year's scholar. I have been studying here. I met thieves on the road. These people are my servants. They fought to the death with the bandits and were injured by arrows. I hope the lord will let us enter the city for treatment."

The general saw a young scholar in a white long gown walking out and looked up and down. The scholar's body was stained with blood and there were some scars. He couldn't help but wonder, and he shouted coldly, "What thief can actually use armor-breaking arrows?"

"Shen Faxing!" Ning Wuque shouted coldly, "Sir, life is at stake. Please let me enter the city first, heal my brother's injuries, and it is not too late to explain it to you."

"Shen Faxing?" The general's pupils shrank slightly, and then he burst into an incredible laugh, "Shen Faxing has been killed by Li Zitong. If you want to make up stories, you have to make up something that is believed. If you come up with evidence, you will let you enter the city. If you are thieves who are for the sake of disaster and enter the city, wouldn't my sin be too great?"
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