Chu Ying'er struggled to sit up and said: "Master, can I fight again? ? ? ???? ?? "
Li Luo smiled slightly and said, "You take a rest first, I will take care of everything." After saying that, he looked at Chang Ning, bowed his hands and said, "Miss Chang Ning, please take care of Ying'er."
Although Chang Ning was full of questions, he could not ask any more questions at this time. He supported Chu Ying'er's delicate body, took the medicine from Li Luo, and helped Chu Ying'er bandage the wound. Li Luoqiang turned around and walked to the boulder in front of him.
At the gap, looking at the Xirong cavalry down the slope.
Xu Chu Ying'er rode his horse in and out of Xirong's siege, killing fiercely and shocking the Xirong soldiers. After several people rushed into the stone formation, they did not cover up to fight for a while, but just surrounded the slope.
However, just as a few people were talking, a pair of Xirong cavalry that Chu Ying'er ambushed just now also came close and joined forces. They heard the shouts of the lieutenant general of the Xirong army, and the hillsides were scattered with rocks, which was not conducive to the sudden advance of the horses.
, more than a hundred Xirong soldiers dismounted, drew their sabers, and rushed up the slope.
Li Luo looked at the Xirong soldiers who were getting closer and closer, and his thoughts inexplicably came to Zhuo Cheng's question about his heart, but he didn't know what he was asking about this time.
When Hua Qi saw Li Luo's back, which seemed to be standing blankly among the rocks without any movement, Hua Qi hurriedly shouted: "Sir, be careful."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the long knife in Li Luo's hand suddenly light up, and with a movement of his body, Li Luo rushed out of the stone formation first. The Xirong soldiers outside the formation screamed loudly, drew their swords, and faced Li Luo.
The stones on the slope looked messy, but in fact they were similar to the Dagan military formation. Li Luo slightly leaned over, avoiding the incoming arrows, and pointed towards the brightest place with the cold blue light, like
A trace of residual cloud floated past, lingering, and there was actually a bit of a gloomy ghostly aura. Seeing it in the eyes of the Xirong soldiers, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.
Li Luo dodged slightly to the left, and the Xirong soldiers hurriedly turned to look. The setting sun flashed. Li Luo's figure suddenly disappeared from his eyes. When he was stunned, he heard the Xirong soldiers behind him shouting: "Be careful down there.
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The Xirong soldier standing at the front looked down hurriedly, only to see the glare of swords everywhere. Or a pair of indifferent eyes could be seen between the deliberately exposed sword lights, and he was no longer unconscious.
Taking advantage of the afterglow of the setting sun, Li Luo lowered his body and rushed in front of the Xirong cavalry. The long sword in his hand was like the gentle sunset beside the sunset, but the sword energy was like a tornado. With Li Luo as his heart, he broke into the formation of Xirong soldiers.
Whenever someone encounters a long sword, there will be separation, whether it is a weapon, a hand, or a life.
Just after six or seven people fell to the ground, the first scream reached Hua Qi's ears.
He swung his long sword upward to cut off the spear that was piercing his throat. He tapped his left hand lightly and swung away a saber that was slashing towards his left rib. Li Luo's body swayed slightly from side to side. At least four or five of the besiegers cut in the wrong direction, and the rest
Several people also had phantoms in their eyes, and they didn't know how to act.
At the end of the day, the knife in Li Luo's hand had already cut through the neck of the Xirong soldier who was only a minute slower. Without stopping, he used the rocks to charge toward the place with the most people.
After drinking tea before and after, there was silence outside the formation, and the shouts of killing seemed to suddenly fade away.
Hua Qi looked anxiously in front of the stone formation. A figure suddenly appeared, and Li Luo turned back to the stone formation. The long knife in his hand was full of blood, and his green clothes were also covered with blood. He couldn't tell clearly whether it was Li Luo's or the knife.
Li Luo slightly lowered the blade of the dead soul, and blood dripped drop by drop along the blade into the loess at his feet.
Hua Qi quickly called out: "Young Master..."
Before he finished speaking, Li Luo slowly raised his head and glanced at Hua Qi flatly. Hua Qi couldn't see clearly. He just felt an inexplicable chill all over his body, and a chill penetrated into his heart with the cold wind from the West Mansion.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said nothing.
Chu Ying'er groaned, and Chang Ning pulled out the sharp arrow that had pierced Chu Ying'er's body. He brushed his forehead and quickly applied medicine and bandage on the wound, regardless of the blood stains on his face.
Finally, Chang Ning breathed a sigh of relief. The dozens of wounds on Chu Ying'er's body were bandaged properly. Fortunately, except for the arrow wounds when they entered the battle, they were not too serious. They just lost too much blood. At this time, Chu Ying'er breathed.
It seems to be stable, but the white on the neck is scary.
Chang Ning raised his head, and Li Luozheng was looking at him blankly. Chang Ning paused and said, "What's wrong?"
Li Luo shook his head and turned around. Changning was confused. Hua Qi's breathing came from behind. Changning hurriedly looked away and saw Hua Qi leaning against the boulder, panting heavily.
While Chang Ning was concentrating on bandaging Chu Ying'er's wounds, the Xirong cavalry had made sudden attacks three times. Except for the first time, the other two times they attacked the stone formation from three sides. However, the third time, the Xirong army had clearly noticed Hua Qi.
His martial arts skills were the weakest among them, so Hua Qi was the most seriously injured this time. If the unknown woman hadn't taken over for Hua Qi, he might have died.
The unknown woman's skill was very different from that of Da Gan's martial arts. After the attack, she was killed without any injuries. Her ruthlessness was even better than that of the Daluo Sword, but the situation was urgent and no one paid attention.
Chang Ning stared at the long knife in Li Luo's hand, his face pale. Li Luo's back was turned to several people. The clothes on his body were torn several times, and there seemed to be blood flowing out, but the hand holding the knife did not tremble at all.
Chang Ning sat blankly in the formation, still unable to hold back the tears in his eyes. Suddenly, a delicate hand stretched out from beside him and gently brushed away the tears on Chang Ning's face. Chu Ying'er said softly with a little pity: "
Don't look."
Chang Ning turned his head and looked at him with a pair of bright but painful eyes. Chang Ning's heart felt sour and he wanted to throw himself into Chu Ying'er's arms and cry bitterly.
Suddenly there was a loud roar from outside the formation, and several figures hurriedly ran up the boulder, killing Li Luo from above. Judging from their skill, they must be elite masters in the Xirong army.
Chu Ying'er's eyes tightened. The first few fights were just ordinary warriors from the Xirong army, which only drained the internal strength of Li Luo and the others. But it was only at this time that the real masters secretly killed them.
Chu Ying'er cursed inwardly and was about to help Li Luo. Suddenly, the long knife in Li Luo's hand moved slightly and he shouted in a deep voice: "Don't move." Chu Ying'er snorted, lowered his rising figure and half-knelt down.
On the ground, her pretty eyes were fixed on the five masters who were rushing towards Li Luo.
Li Luo didn't realize it at all. When they jumped onto the big stone, they didn't move except for shouting at Chu Ying'er. When they were about to kill him, he turned his head slightly. Chu Ying'er and Chang Ning saw clearly that Chu Ying'er
Ying'er was feeling better, Chang Ning covered her lips and almost exclaimed.
There was no murderous intent or arrogance in Li Luo's eyes. He was even deadlier than before. He was calm and ordinary, without the desolation of the past. He was indifferent to life and death, but he couldn't help but make people's hair stand on end.
A Xirong master shouted something in the Xirong language. Li Luo didn't understand what he was saying, but he just casually raised the long knife he was holding.
The sword was so slow that even the Xirong masters found it unbelievable, but somehow this very slow sword managed to suck in all the weapons thrust out by the five people. (To be continued.)