Jing Hao already felt that his body was a little unbearable, just now Shen Wu asked him if he was not feeling well, he knew that he was suffering from the cold, so he was infected with the wind cold, but at this time it was not the key to his illness, but the important thing to save Su Xi.

Therefore, the reason why he stayed, firstly, was that he was afraid that he would fall ill on the way if he could not hold out to Shichagu, and at the same time he had more opportunities to let the subordinates sent by the Seventh Prince be killed, and he did not even have a chance to save Su Xi, and secondly, in a short period of time, he was still sure that he would be able to solve these black-clothed people, both horizontally and vertically had been on the battlefield for so many years, and the title of "God of War" did not come for nothing, and if it was handed over to Shen Wu, there would always be a risk of being killed, Jing Hao was unwilling to let Shen Wu take this risk.

It is safer to let Shen Wu send the seven intestines grass than to let a person who may get sick on the way at any time send the seven-intestine grass.

Rain is very frequent in this season, not to mention that it is dozens of miles away from Shicha Valley, and the climatic conditions are the same, which is already humid and easy to rain.

For Jing Hao's body, this is tantamount to making matters worse, and he feels that his body is even weaker and more floating.

And around him, there were more than a dozen men in black.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky was getting darker and darker, and the swords were dripping with the rain, and the smell of blood did not fade in this rain, but became thicker.

Jing Hao looked at them, only to feel dizzy, and the double images in front of him were continuous, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: I think that this Marquis is also a god of war, and he didn't die on the battlefield, but would he be buried in this wilderness, or killed by the black-clothed man sent by the most despised, think about it, even if he goes to the Netherworld, he won't be reconciled, unjust dead ghost? Hmph, the reputation is not good, if Su Xi knows, he will definitely despise me even more.

Thinking of Su Xi, Jing Hao's originally somewhat depressed and drowsy mind instantly cleared up a lot. No, I definitely can't die like this, I still have to see Su Xi, and I have to fight against the Seventh Prince with her, I finally showed my heart, how can I die before I even start a happy life.

I owe Su Xi so much, and it is only fair that I have to make up for it little by little.

In many cases, what can make us desperately choose to support is just a belief.

The remaining dozen or so black-clothed people gradually moved closer to Jing Hao, and everyone had a strong smell of blood, either their own or their companions.

After fighting for a long time, they were indifferent from the beginning, and finally a little stunned. thought that dozens of people would have no problem solving Jing Hao, even if he was the so-called "God of War", they had no fear in their hearts.

The "God of War" does not rely solely on his own strength, not on the army, so how can he be called the "God of War"? And Wei Wuhou in front of them, who has no army by his side, thinks like this, and they feel that their chances of victory have increased a lot.

However, the fact is that only a dozen of them were killed by Wei Wuhou from a few dozen people.

Wei Wuhou was more terrifying and lethal than they imagined, and he still underestimated Wei Wuhou in the end. Once a person has a fear in his heart, and he also remembers how to explain to the Seventh Prince when he goes back, it is even more difficult for him to concentrate.

The ultimate purpose of the dead soldiers is to fight for the mission, and they also die for the mission, but Jing Hao found that these dead soldiers cultivated by the Seven Princes are obviously a little unqualified.

Jing Hao has been on the battlefield for a long time, so he naturally knows what kind of person who puts everything aside, puts personal life and death aside, and desperately kills what it looks like, it will definitely not be these black-clothed people in front of him, the fight has become a little timid, as if he is afraid of becoming the next ghost under Jing Hao's sword.

"The well-cultivated dead soldiers are nothing more than that, they are all juniors who are greedy for life and afraid of death. Rao is like you, even if you go back, you won't live, you all know in your hearts, it's better to give it a go, maybe you join forces and really have the ability to kill me, isn't it a credit?"

Jing Hao lured them to make a move, joined forces to fight, and saved him from running to kill them one by one, and they were also fast thieves, they were not good at fighting, but they were very good at escaping.

The black-clothed people who were lucky enough to survive were muttering in their hearts, uniting on the joke, just now, dozens of people against one person, they couldn't kill you, and now everyone is exhausted, at this time, let them eleven or two people jointly kill him, isn't it self-defeating?

However, the task still has to be completed after all, Wei Wuhou is right, both horizontal and vertical are dead, and they can only let go, however, they can no longer fight as hard as before, but they must pay attention to strategy.

A hundred meters behind Jing Hao is a cliff, if they press Wei Wuhou step by step, it is very likely that Jing Hao will be forced off the cliff, but it saves a lot of trouble, so that they can have more chances to survive now.

"In that case, then please take your life. ”

As soon as the words fell, the hidden weapons of the men in black flew towards Jing Hao together, followed by them with swords.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, the sky was getting darker and darker, and Jing Hao also felt that the hand holding the hilt of the sword was getting weaker and weaker, and his mind was getting more and more dizzy, but even so, he still struggled to catch up.

No matter how dizzy Rao is, he can clearly discern the current situation, their strategy could not be simpler, and he naturally cannot sit still.

Counterattack is the last response, otherwise, you will just be forced to a dead end by them.

The thunderclap pierced the silence of the night and woke up the dreamer.

Su Xi woke up in a cold sweat, and saw Zijuan guarding the bedside, and was awakened by his own screams, and asked himself in a panic what was wrong.

Su Xi shook his head, gasped and said, "It's okay, it's just a nightmare." ”

Zijuan also breathed a sigh of relief: "Madam, don't worry, Master Hou will be fine." "It is precisely because she knows that Madame is worried about Hou Ye in her heart, so in the two days of the critical moment, Zijuan did not dare to relax for a moment towards Su Xi, and has always been by Su Xi's side, lest she can't hear Su Xi calling people in the middle of the night.

Su Xi looked at Zijuan's scarlet eyes and said distressedly: "Zijuan, I'm fine, you better go to sleep quickly, you don't have to guard me." "Zijuan hasn't slept well for a long time, especially when she was told by the old stubborn to keep an eye on herself in the last few days, and Zijuan didn't leave her bed for a moment.

Zijuan shook her head firmly: "Madam, now you are the most important, the slave and maid sleep less." ”