On the road ahead, a large piece of fire is getting closer and closer, the fire in the rear is becoming more and more ferocious, and there are Daxin soldiers who are constantly catching up.

The dozen or so people who were surrounded in the middle shouted that something was wrong, they clenched the weapons in their hands, their faces did not show the slightest fear, and everyone looked at each other with a determined expression.

"Brothers, are you afraid?" Ah Liang's majestic voice accompanied by the sound of crackling flames reached everyone's ears.

"Death is like home." More than a dozen people spoke in unison, and their voices were as heavy as a bell.

"Okay, our Chiyan Erlang is iron-clad, it's not a pity for a manly husband to die, protect the girl." Ah Liang's eyes were always staring ahead.

"Yes." After speaking, everyone drew their weapons, and Ji Qianning was surrounded in the middle with lightning speed.

"Ah Liang, don't worry about me, I swear to advance and retreat with you." Ji Qianning clenched the sword body, frowned slightly, and didn't have time to say more, the torches in front of them and the Daxin people chasing after them had already surrounded them.

Ah Liang took the lead and rushed over, and immediately after, Xiao Yong and the others rushed forward with a shout to kill the enemy. Ji Qianning drew his sword, his eyes were fierce, his left hand threw out the scabbard, and hit the chest of the Daxin person who rushed forward, and the person was immediately pushed out a few steps and knocked to the ground, lying on the ground screaming.

Seeing this, the other soldiers immediately brandished their scimitars to kill, and Ji Qianning swung his sword and stabbed down a large piece as soon as he closed it. These soldiers are not enough at all, but they suffer from the fact that there are many people on the other side, and no matter how high the skill of each of them is, they will eventually be outnumbered.

A knife cut through Xun Yang's right arm holding the sword, the blood remained, he didn't care about the pain, covered the wound with his left hand, suddenly, two scimitars slashed from the top of his head, just at the last moment, Cheng Feng flew forward, stabbed and slashed, the two fell to the ground in response, and Cheng Feng fell to the ground steadily.

Xun Yang looked at him with a smile, after so many years of birth and death, this is the trust and tacit understanding between their brothers. Suddenly, the smile on his face quickly disappeared, his eyes turned red, ignoring the wound on his arm, picked up the sword, with hatred in his eyes, rushed up and stabbed the person behind Cheng Feng in the chest, screaming angrily and pushing him until he was nailed to the wall......

"Lin'an ......" Ah Liang's heart-rending shout came not far away, he wanted to rush over, but he couldn't pull away at all.

Xun Yang drew his sword viciously, turned to look at Cheng Feng, who was still standing in place, and saw a large bloodstain under his feet. A tear slipped from the corner of Xun Yang's eyes, and he staggered forward to hold him in his arms, his hand trembled and attached the tip of the knife that penetrated his chest with viscous blood, trembling and tearing off the masked steps on his face, looking at the blood he spit out, the tears could no longer be controlled: "Lin'an, hold on, Lin'an, hold on, you must hold on, hold on to ......"

"Brother Lin'an......" Xiao Yong saw Cheng Feng fall to the ground, and shouted with a crying voice, "Brother Mude, be careful." He saw a scimitar slashing at Xun Yang, and immediately rushed over, stabbing the man's chest with a sword. Drew out his sword and turned around and squatted in front of Cheng Feng, watching him smile and close his eyes, a line of tears sliding down his immature cheeks.

Ji Qianning looked at the scene in front of her, her eyes turned red unconsciously, she clenched the hilt of her sword, and flew forward to repel the soldiers surrounding Xiao Yong.

Xun Yang and Xiao Yong gently placed Cheng Feng on the ground and killed the enemy with hatred.

Everyone fought together, and the fight was dark......

"Greeting ......"

"Little Separation ......"

……

Every heart-rending shout indicates that a brother died tragically under the knife of the Xiyu people, they used their own flesh and blood to kill a way out, just when they were about to kill, another wave of Xiyu people surrounded him, Xun Yang saw this, turned around and rushed forward, blocking the enemy with his own body, and more than a dozen knives went straight into his body.

Blood stained his black clothes, and he fell to the ground, his eyes open until he died. Chiyan Erlang has always been fearless of life and death, standing up to the sky.

"Mulder......" His iron bones remained in the hearts of everyone present.

"Withdraw." In order not to annihilate the whole army, Qu Yongliang had to endure the pain and leave with the living.

When I went, there were more than a dozen people, and this will, except for Ji Qianning, only four people are alive.

Ji Qianning looked around with the faint light, and hurriedly stopped Qu Yongliang: "Ah Liang, where is Xiaoyong?" He had just withdrawn with us. ”

Ah Liang looked around, but didn't see Xiao Yong, and was a little angry: "This stinginess is so righteous, don't you go back to avenge Lin'an and them." ”

"Isn't this nonsense?" Ji Qianning was a little anxious, "With his own strength, how can he?" ”

"If I go this time, I'm afraid it will be more auspicious." Ah Liang tried his best to endure the pain.

"Ah Liang, without further ado, you take them away quickly, and I'll save Xiaoyong."

"Girl, don't be in danger." For the sake of the overall situation, Ah Liang could only bear to watch his little brother go to death.

"Ah Liang, although I only have a few relationships with you, Xiaoyong is still a teenager, and I can't bear to see him die at such a young age."

Ji Qianning's earnest words touched Ah Liang: "Girl, my subordinates will go with you." His tone could not be refused, "Zhang Xun, military order, with a few brothers to retreat quickly. ”

Without waiting for them to answer, the two turned and rushed back.

……

Xiao Yong was covered in wounds, covered in blood, and was kneeling on the ground by Daxin people, with a few knives on his neck, looking dying, with hateful eyes but extremely resolute.

The surrounding Daxin people vented all their anger on him, wanting to watch him be slowly tortured to death.

"Ah......" slashed at Xiao Yong's arm, and he cried out heartbreakingly, but even so, he didn't give in at all.

At this moment, a gust of wind passed, Ji Qianning didn't know when she came, stabbed the man who cut Xiao Yong's arm with a sword, and then jumped around, with a wave of her hand, the knife was cut on Xiao Yong's neck, and a few drops of blood were sprayed on her face at once. The men didn't have time to snort before they fell to the ground.

She quickly picked up Xiao Yong, covered his bleeding arm, and looked at his scars all over his body, feeling distressed. These people treated a teenager like this, which made Ji Qianning even more angry.

Xiao Yong slowly raised his eyes and glanced at Ji Qianning, his heart was moved, his eyes were red, and he was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child, full of grievances.

Ji Qianning supported her with one hand, and held a sword in the other hand to repel the enemy who rushed forward, Xiao Yong was too heavy, and she was a little struggling. At this moment, Ah Liang rushed over, and there were two more knife marks on his arm. Ignoring the pain, he took Xiao Yong from her hand and helped him retreat.

"You go first, I'll cover."

Ah Liang shook his head at him: "Let's go." ”

Ji Qianning was a little helpless, and opened a way for them: "Ah Liang, Xiaoyong's injuries are too serious, and he needs to be treated as soon as possible, don't shirk anymore, go quickly." With that, he gave them a push.

Ah Liang helped Xiao Yong to turn back as he walked, and finally gritted his teeth, was ruthless, and ran forward with Xiao Yong. He wanted to settle Xiaoyong as soon as possible and come back to help the girl.

Ji Qianning used her sword to block the next batch of people who rushed up, and when she looked back and saw that the figures of Ah Liang and Xiao Yong were gradually disappearing, she had no worries. She saw the Daxin people falling layer by layer on the ground, and she was depressed: "Why can't you kill so many people?" ”

Just as she was looking for the right moment to fly away, a long whip slashed at her, and her eyes and ears were quick, and she spun around to dodge. Before he could stand firmly, a man fell from the sky, reflecting the firelight, and saw a man with a burly figure, a bald head, a fierce face, a beard around his mouth, two large rings hanging from his ears, and only a piece of leather armor on his naked arms.

With such a familiar figure, Ji Qianning suddenly felt as if she had seen this person somewhere.

The man pulled out two short knives from his waist and slashed at Ji Qianning viciously. She raised her sword to block the incoming man's double blades, and the two internal forces collided, and both of them were knocked out of the way a few steps away. Ji Qianning steadied his pace, but a trace of blood spilled from the corner of the man's mouth. Although the man couldn't see Ji Qianning's face, he felt that she was much stronger than his own internal force, and he was even more angry for a while, and killed him more fiercely, Ji Qianning dodged left and right with one and one back, she was extremely fast, and her feet moved backwards with the pace of her body, and the man threw out a short knife when he saw this, Ji Qianning jumped back to dodge and then flew away.

The man then rushed forward and stabbed out the remaining short knife, Ji Qianning dodged in the air, his posture was fluttering, effortless, a spin, taking advantage of the man's unpreparedness, clasped his wrist, snatched the short knife, and slapped it on his chest with one palm. Only then did she realize that this man was actually seeking revenge for Yan Ji a few months ago and wanted to kill her head of the twelve demon wolves, Qi Mude.

Ji Qianning watched Qi Mude cover her chest and retreat step by step, the haze in her eyes was even worse, she didn't want to fight, she turned around and was about to leave.

At this time, a touch of cruelty appeared in the man's eyes, he took out two flying knives from his waist and threw them at Ji Qianning, she heard the sound, and as soon as she turned around, the flying knives were inserted into her right shoulder.

"Coming to the yin?" She didn't have time to dodge, and the man flew up and slapped her to the ground with one palm.

She gritted her teeth and pulled out two flying knives, covering her wounds and just wanted to get up, Daxin soldiers rushed up and put the knives on her neck and surrounded her layer by layer.

Qimude took a sip, stepped forward and tore off the hat on her head, and slapped her in the face fiercely, red palm marks immediately appeared on her delicate skin, and blood flowed from the corners of her mouth. She stared at her viciously, her eyes full of unyielding.

The man just wanted to attack again, but by the light of the fire, he saw the woman's face clearly, and suddenly laughed: "It's you, hahaha, the show has begun." He snorted coldly and shouted at his subordinates, "Take it back to the prison for interrogation." ”

"No."

……

When Qu Yongliang came back again, it was empty, and even the corpses on the ground were cleanly disposed of. He froze in place, remorseful......

……

The dimly lit cell was filled with all kinds of screams, eerie, and only the early morning sunlight cast a faint light through the gaps in the eaves.

Ji Qianning was tied to a wooden shelf, her body was full of scars from being whipped, her hair was messy, her eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of her mouth were covered with bloodstains that had already been dried up.

In front of him, there were several big men, and behind them were all kinds of shocking torture instruments.

"Ji Qianning, if it falls into my hands, you won't have to die a good death today." Qi Mude's eyes were eager to cut her alive, "Grandpa wants to use your head to pay tribute to Yan Ji." ”

Ji Qianning sneered: "Every time I use my head to pay tribute, can't I have something new?" ”

Qi Mude slapped the table angrily, with a look of hatred: "Hard mouth, it seems that the fight is not enough, seventh brother, continue to fight." ”

The man next to him stepped forward and picked up the whip with some hesitation: "Big brother, if the master knows......" His heart was full of concerns.

"I'll take care of something, you can do it."

"No." The man immediately twitched on Ji Qianning's body. She gritted her teeth and didn't say a word, her forehead ached with beads of sweat, her face was as pale as white paper, and the stinging pain in her heart made her almost faint.

"Stop."

Finally stopped, Ji Qianning came to her senses for a while, and was depressed in her heart: "Daxin people like to whip people so much? That's the same for Yanji, and so is this Qimude. She slowly raised her head and looked at Qi Mude, her eyes seemed to be able to swallow him, "Have the ability to give him a good time, otherwise as long as I leave alive, I will let you repay everything you suffered today." With that, she clenched her fists.

Qi Mude hated her eyes very much, got up and pinched her chin fiercely, slapped her face twice, and said viciously: "Want to be happy? Dream, I'm going to torture you to death. ”

Blood flowed from the corners of Ji Qianning's mouth again, she didn't struggle, stared at him deadly, and there was no trace of submission in her eyes.

Qi Mude shook off his hand angrily: "Seventh brother, give me a beating." ”

As soon as the man raised his whip, the door outside the torture chamber was kicked open, and the people inside looked at the door in shock.