Time slowly flowed, and the field was in chaos. The fragrance of winter radiance of plum blossoms had long been covered by the strong smell of blood, with muffled groans, roars or screams constantly.
The sword flashed like lightning, and blood surged into the sky.
Lin Qingcheng's sword is fierce, and she has seen the world herself. Faced with the siege of these hundreds of people, she looks very calm on the surface. But this is also the surface. Perhaps only she herself knows what she is now.
on the crisis of life and death.
There were more and more people attacking around, and they seemed to be ready to fight desperately.
Lin Qingcheng was in the upper hand from the beginning and slowly sank. She pulled Weiyang to hide from the sword that was attacking the surroundings. When she could not escape, she pulled Weiyang closer, protected her weak under her body, and slashed the sword.
After her skin, there was another scar on her body that could never be erased...
Because it was not others who besieged them, but hundreds of soldiers who went to fight to kill the enemy. None of these people had ever experienced life and death. The soldiers who fought bravely on the battlefield had no other characteristics, and they only became more and more courageous as they setbacks.
Watching the death of his companion and the woman in front of him killing people wildly, someone behind him shouted to remind them, "If you kill them, they will be almost out of their way!"
Yes, Lin Qingcheng is just a woman, her physical strength is limited. After half an hour of fierce fighting and continuous attacks by seven or eight hundred people, she is almost out of reach...
So the hundreds of soldiers began to unite.
They rushed forward like a tide. Wei Yang, who had been protected by Lin Qingcheng, was not injured at all, but the injuries were all carried to Lin Qingcheng.
Sadness flashed in her eyes, and a sense of hatred suddenly arose in her heart.
How proud she is usually. She always thinks that she is invincible. She can't do anything to be prosperous in this ancient times, but at least she can save her life intact. But why hasn't she ever thought about the situation today?
What can the Saint-Handed Thief do when facing a thousand warriors?
Nowadays, she won’t save her life, but if she is not good, she might be able to save her life.
Even, I don’t just give away my own life, but also Lin Qingcheng…
No!
Qingcheng is just an outsider!
Qingcheng was just someone who was dragged into the water by her arrogant person!
Lin Qingcheng shouldn't die here!
There seemed to be someone screaming in her heart, which shocked her to make her dizzy and tinnitus. She tried her best to use another witchcraft to disperse the people coming from all over the world, but as soon as she moved, a mouthful of blood spurted out. She was unwilling to give up and reached out her hand.
She wanted to get the needle bag that had been hiding around her waist, but her hands seemed to be trembling and she could not exert any strength.
What's wrong with her?
Backed off?
Or was she scared?
Or she has no ability or strength at all!!
A flash of her mind, she suddenly realized...the physical symptoms did not seem to be entirely because of the serious illness...it seemed to be more like someone had been given a drug...
She yelled in her mind and suddenly looked up at the tall Cui San standing in the distance. Cui San also looked at each other. A strange look flashed across his sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, and then smiled disdainfully at her.
It's him!
After he attacked her, he must have had some trouble with her!
Yes, he had a premeditation. But who hated her so much that she wanted to kill her? Situ Cunyu? Situ Zhouhe? Dongfang Yunhe?!
Her mind was in chaos, and she looked up at the dark sky that seemed to collapse. It seemed that all this was destined today...
If she is not sick, if she hasn't gone to find Lan Yang, if she hasn't come here...
Oh, there is no if. All of this may be destined.
But even if it is destined, she cannot accept her fate!
Another muffled sound... A scarlet spurted out from Lin Qingcheng's arm and shot directly on Wei Yang's face. Wei Yang was stunned, feeling the cold blood on her face slowly solidified by the cold winter, and her weak body seemed to be about to be
The frozen frozen on the face.
Her pale hands clenched into fists and roared, "Go away!" She pushed away the woman who had been tightly holding her tightly.
Lin Qingcheng doesn't speak, and she can't speak either. She will only silently tell others her thoughts through actions.
Now, her idea is to stay with Chu Weiyang.
Lin Qingcheng turned around and despised the hat that it was in trouble. She threw away the black hat as early as the beginning of the chaos. She had always ignored her appearance and never. Just as outsiders thought her ugly face, Wei Yang seemed to see it.
Her former beauty stinged in her heart, and she suddenly thought that if she had survived by chance today, she would have to kill all those who had harmed Lin Qingcheng to this point.
Her beautiful big eyes looked at Weiyang, and the gentleness and nostalgia flashed through her.
Wei Yang was stunned, and looked at the corner of her mouth that suddenly showed an invisible smile, moved her lips, but did not make a sound.
She saw it very clearly. She saw Lin Qingcheng gently opening her lips and saying, "Sister".
Does she treat herself as her sister?
OK, although her real age is older than her, at this moment, I really feel that Lin Qingcheng, who is smiling slightly in front of me, looks like a sister, and she also feels like she is being cared for as a sister.
A silver light flashed, and before I knew it, a sharp sword actually raised above Lin Qingcheng's head.
Wei Yang was shocked, and a roar in his ears, he suddenly rushed forward to protect Lin Qingcheng under her small body, blocking his right arm. The master of the big sword was frightened by her sudden scene, and the knife passed by.
, not cutting off her arm, but it made her arm bleeding...
Lin Qingcheng's eyes were fierce, and a muffled scream broke out from the bottom of his throat. The sword in his hand slashed hard, cutting off the other party's head. However, the crisis had not passed, and the soldiers around him had seen the weakness of the two and rushed forward together.
The arm seemed to be useless, Wei Yang had no sense of consciousness and could not feel any pain.
She only knew that when she looked up, there was a dazzling silver light. She turned her head and looked at Lin Qingcheng who was tightly hugged by her, and smiled bitterly. She was really going to die. Goodbye, Lan Yang. Goodbye
, Feng Suiran. Sorry, Qingcheng, sorry...
Slowly closed her eyes. It was not that she was unwilling to resist, but she no longer had the strength to resist.
Dozens of big swords swung down, and she thought she was about to die. Finally, she heard a few screams. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw a white shadow falling from the sky, opening a group of people rushing around.
Blood Road.
Lin Qingcheng seemed to wake up, and when she saw Feng Suiran in front of her clearly, she suddenly burst into tears...
Wei Yang's mind trembled violently.
Feng Suiran...
His white mask was still so conspicuous. After only half a day of separation, Weiyang suddenly felt that she had known him again. The sky seemed to be gradually brighter.