When Huangfu Yingyang saw Hatule walking away, he immediately said to Xing Zhiying: "Okay, we will deal with the rest. I will lure another group away. Mao Yatou, you act according to the opportunity."
Xing Zhiying was shocked and quickly tried to dissuade her: "Brother, don't be brave. You look so bad. Could it be that you are sick again?"
Huangfu Yingyang's face was gray and bluish, and he couldn't hide his look of defeat. Hearing this, he forced a smile and said: "We fought with the wolves last night, and we did consume a lot of energy. It's a bit embarrassing not to sleep all night.
Stay. But Mao Ya, you definitely can’t do it alone, so I’d better help you again.”
Xing Zhiying woke up and realized that Huangfu Yingyang had used the featherless arrow skill again and had no more energy to suppress the illness, so it showed on her face. She felt so ashamed in her heart that she could not allow Huangfu Yingyang to take risks again, and she immediately said in a serious voice:
"Don't worry, brother, I promise I can handle it and I won't let you down."
Huangfu Yingyang had a look of relief on his face, nodded slowly and said: "Mao Yatou is ambitious, then I'll see how you perform."
Xing Zhiying felt relieved and was about to turn her horse to rush down the valley. At this moment, she heard Huangfu Yingyang shout: "Wait a minute, Mao girl. Let me check your broken sword first."
Although Xing Zhiying didn't know what was going on, she still pulled out the sword as instructed, turned the hilt and handed it over.
Huangfu Yingyang took the sword and swiped it without hesitation, creating a wound on his left calf, and bright red blood immediately poured out.
Xing Zhiying was so surprised that she exclaimed: "Brother, what are you doing? Why do you want to cut yourself?"
Huangfu Yingyang returned the sword to Xing Zhiying, and at the same time said lightly: "Mao Yatou is really ignorant. I am a man of seven feet, even if I am seriously ill, I can't let you take risks alone."
Xing Zhiying remembered that when Huangfu Yingyang fulfilled the agreement with Hatuler for three swords and six holes, he had pretended to hide it from her. She only hated herself for not learning the lesson. She choked with tears and said: "
Then there is no need to do this. Why not imitate the leader and cut the horse?"
Huangfu Yingyang sighed and said: "I don't have as good a riding skill as Brother Ha. I rely on this mount to escape, so how can I hurt it so easily? Besides, Mao Ya, you don't know that my disease will be worse if it is drained."
Spirit, if you don’t want my blood to be shed in vain, then you should be less mother-in-law and mother-in-law.”
When Xing Zhiying saw Huangfu Yingyang's leg dripping with blood, she finally didn't dare to drag it on any longer. She could only say with tears in her eyes: "Take care, brother, I will definitely fulfill my mission."
Huangfu Yingyang didn't say much. After hearing the news, he rode down the valley. Xing Zhiying stared at his back, as if she was crazy for a moment.
Huangfu Yingyang rode his horse straight down, and sure enough, the wolf pack was stirred up violently, and dozens of wolves roared and chased after him.
Seeing that there were only more than thirty evil wolves surrounding the central high platform, Xing Zhiying finally bit her silver teeth, lowered her back on her horse while scolding, and jumped into the arena like lightning.
The smell of blood that made people vomit became more than ten times stronger in an instant, but Xing Zhiying had no time to pay attention to it at this time. Her pair of clear eyes were fixed on Sanjimar, and she just urged the horse to move quickly.
Although the pack of wolves was in chaos, none of them dared to invade Sanjimar, who was wearing a wolf-headed soul crown. Xing Zhiying was secretly pleased when she unexpectedly heard a sharp roar beside her, and a bloodthirsty gray shadow turned toward her.
It flew between the waist and abdomen.
Although Xing Zhiying lacked experience in facing enemies, she hated these treacherous beasts and had a determined heart to save others, so she was full of fighting spirit and had already dispersed her anxiety. At the moment, I saw that she was frightened but not confused, and her gaze was on time.
The opportunity brought the Broken Jue sword forward, stabbing the evil wolf in the throat.
Amidst the miserable hissing, angry blood splashed like a waterfall. Xing Zhiying did not hesitate. When the sword quickly retreated, it pierced the belly of another evil wolf.
All of a sudden, there was a flash of light, a mist of blood filled the air, and the pack of wolves who dared to stand in the way all hissed to death. The execution was clean and sharp, and extremely ruthless, which made people look at them with admiration.
Huangfu Yingyang originally planned to lure away the wolves, but in the end he still couldn't worry about Xing Zhiying, so he just kept walking in circles nearby.
But seeing Xing Zhiying being so brave, he couldn't help but murmur, thinking that this great hero has an amazing artistic career, is he really going to be compared to this little girl?
The heroic spirit surged in his thoughts, and the depleted real power somehow emerged spontaneously. Huangfu Yingyang shook his hands and used his unique skill of featherless arrows again.
The scene this time was different from last night, because the wolves were very close to each other, and the flying rocks turned around more quickly, which invisibly saved a lot of energy consumption. The wolves were like meeting the evil gods from hell, and most of them were unable to fight for food and were sent away.
The fate of his life.
Xing Zhiying and Huangfu Yingyang each showed their abilities, but within a short time, more than a dozen wolf corpses were left in the field. The pack of wolves snatched the flesh and blood of their fallen comrades, and the attack and killing became increasingly difficult to threaten.
Xing Zhiying saw that the high platform was close at hand, and she was so happy that she couldn't believe that things went so smoothly. Huangfu Yingyang also got rid of the wolves' pursuit at this time, and took the opportunity to raise his voice and shouted: "Mao Yatou, please remember to get that one first
Put on the soul crown!"
Xing Zhiying secretly nodded her head, waited for the right moment, slenderly, and leaped onto the high platform like an arrow from a bow string. She raised her hand and took off the soul crown on Sanjimar's head.
Now she observed the tragic situation of Sanjimar up close, and couldn't help but feel a chill running from the soles of her feet to the top of her heart.
It turned out that Sanjimar was not only covered in blood at this time, but also had an obvious bite-like wound on the side of his neck, with vague flesh and blood and throat visible!
Seeing that Sanjimar was so seriously injured and bound here by Chibai, and had been in the freezing cold for an unknown amount of time, Xing Zhiying suddenly felt despair. In a daze, she completely forgot that Huangfu Yingyang had said that Sanjimar was still breathing.
, only to say that she had already passed away, tears could not help but burst out of her eyes.
At this time, a sharp roar filled the ears, and a gray shadow flew straight towards Sanjimar. Xing Zhiying was feeling inexplicably sad and angry. How could she allow these beasts to invade Sanjimal's body again? She clenched her teeth and slashed him with a sword. The result was this on the spot.
A bad wolf.
Huangfu Yingyang looked at it from a distance and couldn't help but feel anxious. He shouted loudly in his busy schedule: "Mao girl, don't be stunned! Take your niece away quickly!"
Xing Zhiying regained consciousness and casually put on the soul crown, then swung her sword repeatedly, cut off the ropes that bound Sanjimar, and hugged her body.
Now the two people were in close contact, and Xing Zhiying was instantly ecstatic. It turned out that Sanjimar's chest was still rising and falling slightly. After all, they were descendants of the snow-covered plateau, and they had excellent internal strength, and their tenacious vitality was fully demonstrated here.
Xing Zhiying couldn't help crying with joy. She hugged Sangjimar tightly and jumped onto the horse. Fortunately, her horse was also a BMW and dragon colt that was one of a kind. It didn't need the owner's instructions, and it flew with its hooves with a long neighing sound.
Gallop away.
Huangfu Yingyang finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and quickly turned his horse to catch up. The three of them rode in twos for several miles, and when they saw that there were no more wolves chasing after them, Huangfu Yingyang said hello: "Mao girl, stop."
Come down, let’s take a look at my niece’s injury first.”