Seeing Xin Yi retreat to safety, Jiang Li retracted his gaze, and then all the forbidden troops in the northern suburbs were cold-

Even if they are in an absolute numerical advantage, even if this man is already at the end of his crossbow, he is even covered in scars and will fall down in the next moment.

But the more desperate it is, the more terrifying it becomes.

Even if half of your foot is in hell, you have to stretch out your last bloody hand and drag all the executioners down together.

"He's just a strong support! Those who retreat are killed! Those who take the head, the Wang family will be rewarded!" The last reward word exploded on the ground, and the forbidden army in the northern suburbs suddenly turned red, suppressed the strange fear, and greeted him like a hungry wolf.

The sword and the sword, the gold and the iron. In front of Xinfu, it became a scene of life and death again.

One hundred to one. But it was more difficult to kill than three hundred to one. For the beloved behind him, and finally fight for the rest of his life.

Pay you for the rest of your life, and bear you for the rest of your life.

The sword continued to stab Jiang Li's body, and the blood spread at a speed that almost dried up, surpassing the exhaustion and pain of the body, the man's sword momentum could no longer see the move, but because she couldn't let go of the sword behind her, she forced herself to sacrifice the sword again and again.

It was a sword that bordered on madness. Instinctively kills people, without any reason or choice, only killing.

"Slash, slash, slash!"

When another sword pierced Jiang Li's back, the fire of vitality in his eyes shook a few times, as if it was about to be extinguished in an instant, but he suddenly supported the ground with the tip of the sword, and straightened up his still proud head.

"Childe ......"

There was a half-sound of wanting to speak at the door of Xin's mansion.

Jiang Li's afterglow flashed, and he looked at the shadow at the door of Xin's mansion: he was obviously so worried that his fingertips had broken the Jinpa, but he was afraid that crying would drag him down, so he bit his lower lip to prevent himself from talking more.

The fire of vitality in his eyes was suddenly ignited again.

"Good. Stay there. I'm coming to you. Jiang Li smiled comfortingly at Xin Yi, and the corners of his lips, which kept gushing blood, were bent into a gentle arc by his efforts.

Then he turned his head, tore off the leg of his robe, and tied the hilt of his sword tightly to his hand: he had no strength to hold it. There is also a watchman who does not let go of the sword.

Fight the sword again.

This is a battle that makes people feel chills regardless of whether they win or lose, no matter where they stand.

The man had become a ghost. The once handsome and unparalleled face is now unable to distinguish the facial features at all, because there is only one color on his body: blood red.

The only thing mixed in with this blood red is white. The color of white bones exposed from the countless sword wounds.

He couldn't stand steadily, his sword moves were messed up, his eyes were out of focus, but his hands bound by strips of cloth were still mechanically cut off, and the only thing he was still conscious of was to guard the road leading to Xinfu, not to teach a forbidden army to sneak attack the past, not to teach a drop of blood to dirty her embroidered shoes.

Step over the bones and kill the bloody path. He finally killed her not far away.

The number of the forbidden army was drastically reduced, the encirclement was reduced, and Jiang Li retreated to ten steps in front of Xin Yi.

The few dozen remaining forbidden troops surrounded Jiang Li. Even if it was so close, no one dared to fight Xin Yi's idea. They all knew that as long as they were half a step closer to Xin Yi, the man's sword would be there in an instant, no matter how far it was.

No one dares to take risks. They've struck the bold.

It was obviously a person with a kitchen knife in his hand, but he was frightened by the fish on the anvil. Fear spread across their faces, and their swords-wielding hands began to tremble.

From three hundred kills to two hundred, it is a swordsmanship demon, from two hundred kills to one hundred, it is a battle bone, and from one hundred kills to tens, it has broken through the position and common sense.

It will only make everyone feel terrified.

However, Jiang Li, who is a fish on the anvil, has also reached the limit.

He staggered, as if drunk, his blood-soaked eyes were scattered and cloudy, and his sword hand began to tremble, and the blade of the sword could only cut people with its strength, but it could no longer take people's lives.

And the only thing that remains unchanged is that he guards the road to Xinfu well. He knew that she was behind her, so he took it all in.

"Childe...... Childe ......" Xin Yi's tears rolled down, obviously he was ten steps away, but she couldn't go to his side and became a burden to him, so she could only watch and cut her heart with a knife.

Jiang Li swallowed the sweetness in his throat, turned his head, and tried his best to control the collapsed body several times-

Mobilize the curvature of the corners of her lips several times, and show her the same gentle smile as before.

"Don't be afraid...... I'm fine...... If you are really afraid, close your eyes......"

Finally, the word fell, and a sword stabbed out. Jiang Li stabbed another forbidden soldier. can only stab, but no longer has the strength to kill.

However, the injury was not too fatal, but the forbidden army chose to fall to the ground and pretended to pass out. Immediately, the remaining dozens of forbidden soldiers made the same choice.

After being stabbed by Jiang Li, he did not fight back, but lay down directly, pretending that he was seriously injured.

They were scared. I'm scared to the limit. Even if Jiang Li is already at the end of the strong crossbow, in their eyes, he is an immortal war spirit, a Shura who commands his orders, and a ghost and god who does not exist in the Yang world.

So finally, there was no sword around him.

So finally, there was no one between him and her.

She looked at him with tears in her eyes. He looked at her too, his eyes reddening.

The dust settled. Everything was suddenly unreal.

The blood flowed into a sea in front of the Xin Mansion, and Wang Jian was already scared stupid. Piles of corpses were everywhere, the air was disgusting, blackened clouds lingered, and early spring crows flew in flocks, screaming in the air.

Earthly graveyards.

But it was him and her, the best fireworks in March.

Jiang Li's sword was on the ground, supporting the broken bloody body, staggering towards Xin Yi, stepping through the blood, and the eyes that had been scattered before began to light up the star-like gentleness again.

Xin Yi stayed where he was. It's not that she doesn't want to catch up, but her legs and feet have already been scared and weak, and she can't move half a step. I could only look at him, reluctant to blink at him.

Jiang Li walked very slowly. Very patient and serious.

The bloody body that has reached the limit, his steps are shaking, but he is still stubborn, and he takes every short step between the two of them solemnly and firmly, and he doesn't miss even half a step towards her.

Xin Yi also waited patiently for him.

She could see clearly his scarred face, his face covered in blood and unable to distinguish his facial features, the only thing that was clear was his starry eyes, her heart was so painful that she was gasping for breath, and she subconsciously wanted to take a step.

"Nope. Qingqing. You don't come here. ”

Jiang Li's eyes darkened, and he opened his mouth hoarsely, and blood oozed from the corners of his lips.

"Before I went to Jianghuai, we said yes...... As soon as I return to Chang'an, I will come to see you...... You see, I'm coming back, and I'm coming back...... I'm here to see you...... Don't come here, I'll ...... I'm going to you......"

I'm here to see you.

Mountains of knives and a sea of fire, white bones everywhere. I'm going to you too. I'm going to walk over to you.

Xin Yi only nodded vigorously. Tears have drowned out all the answers.

Finally taking the last step, Jiang Li walked in front of Xin Yi. The distance between the two was only half a foot, and the bottom of their eyes reflected each other's faces.

The people of Xinfu took the initiative to avoid the side, and the forbidden army who pretended to be seriously injured did not dare to open their eyes. Before Wang Jian's mouth could be closed, the hovering crow also landed on the corpse and began to peck at it, stopping its troubled howl.

The whole world was quiet for an instant, as if there were only those two left.

A pair. On an April day in the world, the spring breeze blows poplars.

Xin Yi couldn't say anything. After thinking and worrying, she was afraid of joy, and the complex feelings were intertwined into the night, and she just shed tears in her eyes.

Tears washed her little face pale. Her hair was messy, the hairpin rings were loose, her lips were not bloody, and the soaked green silk was glued into wisps, sticking to her sideburns, and she looked embarrassed and desolate.

“…… What ...... cry about"

Jiang Li said in a hoarse voice. The clean and doting voice, the smile on the eyebrows, the years are so quiet, it is impossible to imagine the bloody battle on the edge of life and death.

Xin Yi opened and closed his lips a few times before he had the strength to squeeze out a sentence tremblingly: "...... Painless......"

Jiang Li shook his head with a smile, and the wind was light. He took out a coral locket from his bosom, and carefully rolled up the hem of his robe, wiped the blood off it, and carefully restored the locket to its original appearance.

He handed the locket to Xin Yi and smiled softly: "...... Take a trip to JAC...... The gadgets you brought back...... The south is warm, and the peach blossoms are delicate...... I heard that this is the most popular rouge in the recent Great Wei boudoir...... I pick the peach blossoms of Jianghuai with my own hands...... I made it for you myself...... ......"

That's all he said. After a fierce battle, life and death wandering, the scale armor has not faded, the blood has not dried up, and the first thing he thinks of is just the rouge brought back for her.

didn't mention this fierce battle, didn't mention the flesh and blood, and didn't mention the arguments, just told her gracefully: Oh. I brought you rouge back.

The peach blossoms of the three springs are scorching, the beauty is picturesque, and the rouge is drunk. All the tranquility and nostalgia of these years, on the white bones and blood, bloomed with the tenderness of the whole world.

Xin Yi's tears rolled even harder, but he was even more speechless. Joy and sadness, happiness and sadness, her mind was blank.

“…… Let's try it...... Try it now...... Let me see...... Qingqing must be good-looking......" Jiang Li opened the lid of the small box and handed it over slightly, smiling like a spring breeze.

Not to mention whether the occasion is suitable or not, it is still facing a white bone tomb, life and death have not yet been decided, where is the heart and the moon. Xin Yi didn't have the heart to try rouge, but just looked at Jiang Li's injuries with concern.

Seeing that Xin Yi didn't stretch out his hand to pick it up, Jiang Lihu's eyes darkened.

He stretched out his bloody fingertips and rubbed a little rouge unsteadily. In Xin Yi's stunned puzzlement, he wiped the rouge-stained fingertips on his lips.

Jiang Li put a touch of rouge on the center of his thin lips.

Xin Yi's expression was a little strange, and he was about to say something, when he suddenly saw a shadow enlarged in front of him, and then it was overwhelming agarwood, a rich but gentle bloody atmosphere, and a warm manly breath like a sea -

Her lips softened.

Immediately, the bottom of his eyes only reflected Jiang Li's face, which was magnified countless times in the distance.

and touched together, and between the lips of the two, the rouge that was smeared was like drunk. Between the lips and teeth, the peach blossoms suddenly lingered, and the warm sweet fragrance was fragrant.