Nine hundred and ninetieth eight chapters kill the Quartet
Almost at the same time, in a mountain forest dozens of miles away from the canyon, a petite figure was trying to tear apart a vine covered with barbs.
If Murong Fu were here, he would be able to recognize that this figure is actually Shuang'er. At this moment, she is unkempt, her face is slightly blue, her clothes are scratched in several places, and she is holding an ancient long sword tightly in her hand.
Shuang'er stroked her forehead tiredly and looked up. The only thing that caught her eyes was the dense forest, with only thorns and thorns. Only a few sparse rays of light fell into the forest. She sighed quietly, held up the long sword in her hand, and whispered.
, "Excalibur, Excalibur, if you really have a spirit, can you tell me where my husband is?"
At this moment, the scabbard in his hand suddenly trembled.
Shuang'er was startled, "Could it be that my poisonous energy attacked my heart and created an illusion?"
She calmed down and was about to use her skills to suppress the miasma in her body. Suddenly, there was a "buzz" sound like a dragon's roar, and the sword in her hand vibrated violently.
Shuang'er was stunned and froze on the spot. Hearing the sound of a brush, the long sword was unsheathed, turned around and turned into a stream of white light, flying towards the sky.
"Hey, come back!" Shuang'er was shocked, shouted, tapped his toes on the ground, jumped up, and followed.
In the canyon, the archers on the rocky mountains on both sides were shot and injured by Murong Fu's Dou Zhuan Xingyi. Hundreds of them were completely thrown into disarray.
Situ Bolei, Qin Suzhen and others, including Wang Pingfan, were all shocked by this shocking scene, but they had no reaction for a moment.
After Murong Fu closed his eyes and sensed it for a while, his face suddenly became ecstatic. He pushed Ah Jiu into Qin Suzhen's arms and said quickly, "Take care of her."
Before Qin Suzhen could ask, she saw him rising from the ground, leaping seven to eight feet high in an instant.
Everyone looked up and saw Murong Fu standing in the air, making a sword gesture with his left hand, raising his right hand high and shouting, "Here comes the sword."
The sound was majestic and powerful, as if it penetrated the clouds and reached into the sky.
Everyone was confused about its purpose, but in the next moment, a white light suddenly flashed from the sky, and a long and narrow white light flew towards Murong Fu in an instant.
Murong Fu opened his hand and grasped it, white light fell into his hand, and the original shape turned out to be a long sword. The cold light flashed, and even from a distance of seven or eight feet, one could clearly feel the powerful sword intention. www.m.
Everyone was so surprised when they saw this scene that they opened their mouths from ear to ear.
Murong Fu didn't mean to give them time to react. He took the Heavenly Sword and immediately flipped his wrist with his backhand and slashed towards the Wang Ping feudal clan below.
In an instant, the sky above the canyon was filled with wind and clouds, the air waves were rolling, and countless sword energy swarmed out, like a violent storm.
A huge sword shadow of more than ten feet long condensed out of thin air and fell from the heads of Wang Ping Fan's Qing soldiers.
Wang Pingfan had never seen such a shocking scene before. His face had already turned pale with fright, and he stood motionless in place.
"Hurry!" The deputy general next to him reacted first and pounced forward, knocking him down and both of them rolled out.
The rest of the Qing soldiers came to their senses instantly and dispersed in a hurry.
But the canyon was originally narrow, and the thousands of Qing soldiers were stationed extremely densely, so it was not easy to avoid them. In an instant, large swaths of red light flashed by, blood spattered, and hundreds of Qing soldiers were split in half.
Murong Fu frowned slightly when he saw this, as if he was quite dissatisfied with the fact that he had only killed so many people with this sword. He immediately used his 80% power and struck out with two swords crossing each other.
In an instant, two sword auras more than ten feet long crossed and fell in a scissor shape, covering all the Qing soldiers.
Wang Pingfan's feet were already weak and his whole body was cold. He couldn't move even if he wanted to, let alone other soldiers. He only heard a "pop" sound, and countless soldiers' heads were in different places, and their heads were flying high. This scene
How spectacular, how frightening.
When the Qing soldiers rushing towards the entrance saw this scene, their bodies instantly froze, and they also stumbled over a large number of Qing soldiers who were coming after them.
Murong Fu suddenly turned around, raised his hand and struck out with his sword towards the entrance. The giant sword flew across the air, killing everyone in all directions.
All this is a long story. In fact, from the time Murong Fu flew up in the air to when he struck out with four swords, it only took three or four breaths.
But these four swords sucked out all the true energy in his body, and even exceeded it.
The next moment, Murong Fu's vision went dark, and he fell directly from mid-air. Before unconsciousness, he only felt severe cramping in his chest, and vaguely heard a gentle and distressed call, "Mr.
I don’t know how long it took, but Murong Fu woke up and turned around. A familiar faint fragrance came into his nose. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. The place where he was lying at this moment was a white pole.
Qin Suzhen's room in the military camp, no matter what happened after he fell into coma, is now safe.
But when he saw the thin body lying beside the bed, he was slightly startled. He remembered that he seemed to hear Shuang'er's voice before he fell into coma. Could this person be Shuang'er?
Just when he raised his head slightly to see this person's face, she suddenly straightened up, revealing a delicate and white face.
"Shuang'er, it's really you!" Murong Fu said in surprise.
Shuang'er rubbed his slightly blurred eyes, his face gradually became ecstatic, and suddenly he threw himself on Murong Fu and said with a crying voice, "Ms. sir, you finally woke up. Shuang'er is so scared, so afraid that you will keep sleeping.
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Murong Fu felt a dull pain in his chest due to her pressure, but he didn't care about it at the moment. He patted Shuang'er's pink back gently and said with a chuckle, "Silly girl, your husband and I have destiny, how can it be so easy?"
die."
Shuang'er sobbed softly for a while, then suddenly remembered something, straightened up suddenly, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Shuang'er deserves to die, I pressed my husband's wound."
I felt both distressed and guilty as I spoke.
Murong Fu shook his head indifferently, pulled open his clothes and took a look, only to see that the wound on his chest had returned to two inches in length. It was obvious that he had torn the wound again by exerting all his strength before he fell into coma.
Then he used his kung fu to sense the situation in his body. Fortunately, although the meridians were damaged, a trickle of water slowly flowed throughout the body, nourishing the meridians and Dantian. Overall, the injury was not too serious, at least it was better than he thought.
Lighter.
Seeing this, Shuang'er felt even more distressed and almost cried, "Mr. Li, originally Doctor Li was going to stitch up your wound, but... But this divine sword has always been by your side. As long as he touches it, it will automatically
Attack, so the wound never healed."
Murong Fu's expression changed after hearing this, and he glanced at the Ping Ping sword at the foot of the bed. When did this sword become so spiritual?
Since getting this sword, he vaguely felt that there was a vague connection between the two, but it was not that mysterious, so he didn't pay much attention to it. But that day, he flew out of thin air and automatically
Lord Protector, this is something I have never heard of.
"By the way Shuang'er," Murong Fu suddenly remembered something and asked Shuang'er, "Why are you here?"
"Miss Li asked me to come," Shuang'er replied. "Miss Li learned that my husband was going to Shanhaiguan and was worried that my husband would be in danger, so she asked me to send the divine sword."
Speaking of this, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across her little face, "But Shuang'er was useless and couldn't keep up with my husband. When I rushed to Yanshan Town a few days ago, I learned that my husband had already entered Yanshan, so I chased him.
Come in, luckily my husband is fine, otherwise Shuang'er..."
As he said this, Shuang'er's face suddenly turned pale, and he was obviously very frightened.
A flash of surprise flashed across Murong Fu's face, and then he suddenly hugged Shuang'er, kissed him hard, and laughed, "Who said Shuang'er is useless? You are really my husband's treasure. If you hadn't brought the Heavenly Sword,
If you come here, my husband will be in real danger."
He really meant what he said. Even if the Heavenly Sword had spirit, it would not have come from thousands of miles away. The situation that day was indeed extremely dangerous. Although he could escape the danger alone, Ah Jiu might not be able to survive.
If he does, he will regret it for the rest of his life.
Shuang'er's face turned red from being kissed by him, but when she saw that her husband loved her so much, she felt extremely happy and ashamed.
"Shuang'er, please tell me what happened that day after I fell into coma." Murong Fu thought of Ah Jiu and couldn't help but feel excited. After all, although he displayed his demonic power that day and killed many Qing soldiers, he must have
Not all of them were killed, not to mention there were so many Qing soldiers outside the canyon. I wonder what the situation is like for Ah Jiu and others.
Shuang'er seemed to see what Murong Fu was thinking and smiled softly, "Don't worry, sir. Sister Ajiu and those righteous men have all evacuated safely and are now recuperating in the camp."
"Oh?" Murong Fu breathed a sigh of relief and then asked, "Then do you know what happened in the valley and how they escaped?"
Just as Shuang'er was about to speak, there was a sound of light footsteps outside the door, and with a creak, the door opened, "Shuang'er, who are you talking to, but Master..."
Halfway through the words, the man's voice suddenly stopped, and then he quickly rushed out, came to the bedside in an instant, and threw himself on Murong Fu, "Master!"
The person who came was none other than Ah Jiu, but Murong Fu felt a "gentle" pressure on his chest again, which made him grin.
Shuang'er exclaimed and hurriedly pulled Ah Jiu up, "Be careful, you're pressing on my husband's wound."
Ah Jiu reacted immediately. She felt guilty and her face turned slightly red. She had just done such an intimate act in front of others.
Shuang'er didn't show anything on her face except for feeling slightly sour in her heart. Instead, she said with a little embarrassment, "I was too happy just now and almost hurt my husband."
"Master, I..."
Ah Jiu wanted to say something to apologize, but Murong Fu waved his hand and interrupted, "Okay, I'm fine. Please tell me how long I was unconscious and what happened in the canyon that day."
"Master has been in coma for two days and three nights." Ah Jiu pondered for a moment and said, "That day, master descended to earth like a god from heaven and killed more than a thousand Qing soldiers in an instant. The remaining people were frightened and fled in panic.
At this time, sister Shuang'er suddenly appeared and took the guard general Guo Shitu of Jiaomen Pass hostage, forcing him to withdraw his troops, and we were able to escape."
After hearing this, Murong Fu couldn't help but look at Shuang'er in surprise. He didn't expect that it was Shuang'er who saved everyone. Shuang'er looked a little embarrassed by him and lowered his head with a red face.