Watching the sword flying around his neck, cutting a snake-shaped arc, Wu Xin smiled coldly.
"Yes, you think I can't escape after you imprisoned me for three years? Ming Qingyue, do you overestimate yourself too?"
Wu Xin stopped laughing, took a few steps back, and suddenly raised his long sword.
The two of them were fighting, and Ming Qingyue's sword was fast, ruthless, and deadly.
The unintentional sword is illusory, poisonous and accurate.
When the two of them clashed, they were evenly matched.
Shiqing hid under the cypress tree, her heart beating fast. But when she heard the name again, she was almost stunned.
The hairpin in her hand was clenched and then slowly loosened, and then inserted back into the bun.
She raised her eyes and glanced at the mountain road not far away. In order to avoid being discovered by them, Shiqing endured the pain and stumbled up slowly.
She really hated that she was a burden now.
Clenching his teeth, the severe pain in his lower abdomen became more and more obvious, like a cold wind biting his bones, like a knife ripping at his bones, and even hundreds of times more severe.
"Don't you want your imperial concubine?"
Wuxin suddenly raised his chin slightly, as if Shiqing was already in his hands.
Ming Qingyue was stunned. His sword was a step slower, but Wu Xin got the better of him and slashed his right arm.
The sound of the knife rubbing against the flesh caused pain not only for him. Shi Qing suddenly turned around and frowned at the man she hated.
Blood flowed down between his fingers and dripped onto the snow, little by little.
Ming Qingyue's cold and bloody eyes looked at the proud Wu Xin. He no longer cared about the wound, and the left hand that covered the wound once again caught the long sword that was picked up by the tip of his toe.
The sword stabbed at Wu Xin at such a high speed that it hung upside down for half a circle in the air, and was finally placed directly on Wu Xin's neck.
"If you don't want to catch her without restraint, ask, where is she?"
His bloodthirsty eyes were full of restlessness. At this time, Ming Qingyue was completely confused because he was worried about that woman.
"Where is she?!"
Wuxin pointed casually, and when Ming Qingyue looked in the direction he pointed, Wuxin took out his palm and hit Ming Qingyue from the waist.
"careful!"
The sound that pierced the sky echoed in the snow-capped mountains for a long time, going back and forth several times.
Ming Qingyue suddenly raised his head and found a petite figure a few hundred meters away from him.
That palm hit her waist hard, but Ming Qingyue's face was as bright as a smile. She was standing there so beautifully, waiting for him.
At this time, Qinglong at the bottom of the mountain had already come up, and Wuxin fought with Qinglong for several more rounds.
Ming Qingyue, on the other hand, headed towards Shi Qing regardless of his own safety.
Blood flowed along the corners of his lips. Ming Qingyue covered his abdomen with one hand and held his sword in the other hand for support. Shiqing also ran away crying.
At this time, she had forgotten her hatred for this man. She just wanted to go over there, hug him well, and ask, "Does it hurt?"
My heart seemed to be bleeding and it hurt.
The Jiangyi group was already resisting at the bottom of the mountain. Qingran pulled away and saw Shiqing stumbling alone on the mountain road, and couldn't help but fly towards him.
This mountain is only a few hundred meters tall, but it is located on a cliff. If you get to the top of the mountain, there is no way out!
Qing Ran was not injured and was naturally fast. Before Ming Qingyue arrived, he had already stood in front of Shi Qing.
"Xue'er, come with me."
"No, I won't leave." Shi Qing shook her head, tears already falling unsatisfactorily.
"Let's go. Your Majesty will naturally be protected by people from the Jiangyi Group, and there are so many cavalry. If the matter is a foregone conclusion, you will never be able to leave again."