Now that those shouts of killing are approaching, if you continue to toss, it will only attract the attention of those people! Besides, if the dynasty changes hands and their master is no longer King Ming, then it seems inappropriate to work hard here!
But there is still a small group of people who are still fighting desperately. Calling them black guards is better than calling them dead soldiers!
When Che Yue saw that Ting Qingyu was injured, she felt extremely angry. She was entangled by several black-clothed guards who were not afraid of death, so she had no choice but to work hard and use ruthless moves to kill those black-clothed guards.
With his life in hand, he dodged left and right and came to Ting Qingyu's side.
Chuo's robes fluttered, he pursed his lips tightly, the sword rose and fell with cold light, and dots of bright red flew out, and the guards in black kept walking away from him, or died.
Ling Feng was not bad either. He captured the enemy with one hand and killed him with one sword. The surrounding trees were chopped to pieces, leaving the ground in a state of disarray.[
However, the black-clothed guards were dead and injured, and most of the remaining ones ran away. They were also dying, and those shouts of killing really led from the official road to the capital. The capital was about to be captured.
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"Yu'er, are you okay?" Cheyue dropped her sword and supported the pale Ting Qingyu, hating herself so much.
Chuo Luo and Ling Feng also rushed over. Xiaoyu and Xiu'er heard the sound of fighting subsided, and then emerged from the woods and rushed to Ting Qingyu's side.
"It's okay...it's just a little injury, it won't kill you!" Ting Qingyu gasped, the smell of blood was still in the air, her stomach tumbled, and she almost vomited it out.
Cheyue had a dark face, hating herself for being incompetent, but she could only treat Ting Qingyu's wound first. He tore off a piece of clothing from his body and carefully wiped the blood off Ting Qingyu's back. Chuo Luo and
Ling Feng stood aside with a frown, a little worried that if those black-clad guards turned around again, it would be troublesome.
Xiu'er was so frightened that her face turned pale. She knelt down and held Ting Qingyu's hand tremblingly. She was speechless for a moment.
Xiaoyu stood aside, with a somewhat strange expression on his face.
Ting Qingyu endured the pain and felt a strange smell suddenly appeared in the air!