The moment he heard that the second elder was injured, Ling Chuxi's heart ached like a tear. Bandits? Let's not talk about the suburbs of Beijing, where did the bandits come from, even if they are really bandits, how can they not resist with the strength of the second elder and the fifth elder, and finally force someone to ask for help?

What's more, the Ling family, with the help of the Lan family, had already overwhelmed the Qin and Luo clans, and gained a firm foothold in Shiqu Town, because of the relationship between Ling Chuxi and Ling Yichen, not to mention in the Southern Xia country, even if it is well-known among the surrounding major subject countries, it is now considered a prosperous family, and the two elders travel, how can they not ask a master to escort them. Even they can't do anything, how can they really be bandits?

Since she was a child, her parents were gone, and her brother went to other places, and the second elder was actually the only relative by her side. Recalling the Second Elder's face full of love, and recalling everything he had done for himself, Ling Chuxi's eyes flashed, and he didn't even realize that the hand holding the reins of the horse was strangled with blood.

Finally, the horse under Ling Yichen couldn't stand the long gallop, and fell to the ground with a sigh, and before the horse fell to the ground, Ling Yichen flew up and ran forward at a faster speed.

As if they were infected, Ling Chuxi and Fu Chengyu's mounts also fell down one after another, and the two of them, like Ling Yichen, urged their battle qi to rush forward at full speed.

In the night sky, there were several sounds of swords clashing, which was so clear in the night. Ling Chuxi and the others were in high spirits, as long as there was still the sound of swords, it was not over yet, it was still too late. Following the sound of rapid progress, from time to time he could see a corpse lying on the side of the road, Ling Chuxi could see at a glance that some of them were the children of the Ling family, but there were no two elders among them.

In the wilderness beside the roadside, the wind howled and blew. More than a dozen men gathered around a carriage with their backs against the rocks, swords in hand, and they were on guard to protect the people in the carriage.

The carriage was in tatters, and the canopy on it had long since disappeared, except for a wooden plank that was diagonally erected on the half-poured frame, and an old man was lying on the carriage, clutching his chest, breathing like a gossamer, and blood was gurgling from his fingers. It was the Second Elder, and the one who was guarding with a sword outside was the Fifth Elder and a dozen other Ling family disciples.

Outside, nearly a hundred rugged men in short shirts held swords and killed them viciously, judging from their clothes, they were indeed dressed as bandits, but, is there really such a powerful bandit in the world?

"Old Five, you go first, don't worry about me." The second elder struggled to prop up his body, and the fifth elder shouted. Looking at this situation, they have no way to retreat, and with the skills of the five elders, there may still be a few chances to escape.

"Second brother, from childhood to adulthood, when did you see me escape from the battle, today we will either go together, or, I will accompany you even if I die." The five elders raised their long swords, and although their temples were already gray, they still did not lose half of their arrogance.

"Kill!" The five elders shouted loudly and slashed towards an approaching enemy. In the flash of cold light, a close opponent was split in half by a sword, and blood sprayed the five elders' bodies and faces, but it was even more majestic.

At the same time, more than a dozen disciples of the Ling family also held their long swords, protecting them in front of the second elder, and with the help of the cover of the mountain rocks, they killed the enemies who rushed forward.

With a scream, one young body after another fell to the ground.

No one flinched, no one begged for mercy, and even though those young Ling family disciples were so frightened that their faces were full of tears, none of them took half a step back.