Zhao Mingyue took the lead and took down several Liao soldiers in a row. But the Khitans have always been brave, and they reacted in an instant and began to form a formation to resist.

The Liao State is all cavalry, and the spears and long knives used cooperate with each other, and Ren Zhao Mingyue is strong in martial arts, but he was firmly contained, and he was helpless for a while.

Ling Kun's side is even more miserable, although he has learned a lot of martial arts with Zhao Mingyue these days, although he has peerless internal strength, but this is the first time he has participated in this kind of life-and-death struggle with real swords and guns, his heart has long been panicked, his head is blank, hesitating left and right, and he is in danger, and he barely becomes a ghost under the knife.

Zhao Mingyue saw Ling Kun's state, and her heart was anxious, if it developed like this, the anti-Liao force she had worked so hard to cultivate would be killed in the first round when she met the Liao soldiers, in that case, Ling Kun's life and death would be small, and her efforts Zhao Mingyue would become a joke.

Therefore, at present, Ling Kun must be allowed to overcome his fear of the Liao soldiers and stimulate the combat effectiveness in his body, and only if this battle is successful will there be hope in the future.

Thinking of this, she retreated, floated out, broke into Ling Kun's encirclement, and fought with Ling Kun.

In this way, all the forces of the Liao soldiers were concentrated and launched a fierce attack on the two of them.

Zhao Mingyue leaned against Ling Kun, and while resisting the long knives of the Khitans, she said to Ling Kun: "Don't panic, the people of the Liao Kingdom are nothing more than that, I will block them, you can use your skills with peace of mind, sink your breath in the dantian, hold your breath and concentrate, and use your skills on the sword." ”

Under the protection of Zhao Mingyue, Ling Kun exercised according to the method she usually taught. However, it didn't have much effect, and it didn't work very well when I practiced it normally, let alone at such a critical juncture.

Zhao Mingyue saw that the situation was getting more and more crisis, but Ling Kun didn't make any movement, her heart was anxious, and she shouted: "Hurry up, otherwise I will whip you." ”

In this case, Ling Kun's heart was anxious, frightened, and he couldn't use his internal strength to kill him.

But no one would have thought that Zhao Mingyue's whip had already caused him a conditioned reflex, and when he heard that he was about to whip again, the power in his body was like a flood that burst the embankment and rushed to his arm, and then passed through his arm to the sword.

He knew that the time had come, and he would not make a move now, let alone when.

He leapt to his feet, raising his sword to meet the snowflake-like broadsword above.

But listening to the "sonorous sound", all the blades that had fought with Ling Kun's sword were cut off, and the head and tail of the sword fell to the ground.

Ling Kun never dreamed that there would be such power, and he was stunned for a while.

Zhao Mingyue was always sober and calm, she shouted behind Ling Kun: "Don't stop, take advantage of the victory to pursue, and kill the Khitans." ”

Ling Kun woke up like a dream, jumped up more than a zhang high, and swung his sword to attack the Liao soldiers. For a time, the sword was flourishing, and the sword qi was horizontal. In one move, more than ten people have fallen off the horse.

Seeing that the other party was strong, the Liao soldiers turned their horses and fled for their lives.

Zhao Mingyue shouted: "Chase quickly, don't let them run away." As he spoke, he was the first to chase and kill.

Ling Kun knew that if he asked a Liao soldier to flee back, the village would be finished, so he came first and caught up with the Liao soldier to slash and kill.

The Liao soldiers were already weakened and could only flee in a hurry. However, at this moment, the sword came on, blocking the way of the Liao soldiers, and the three of them attacked back and forth, and wiped out all the remaining Liao soldiers in an instant.

The battle ended instantly, and Zhao Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief. She was quite satisfied with Ling Kun's performance, after all, it was the first time to fight. She walked over to Ling Kun and said, "How is it?" Khitan is nothing more than that, are you still scared now? ”

Ling Kun stood on the ground panting and red eyes, looking at the severed arms and stumps all over the ground, bleeding like a river, feeling that his stomach was twitching, his heart was contracting, and finally he couldn't help it anymore, lying on the ground and vomiting.

"Something that doesn't make a living." Zhao Mingyue snorted and turned away. She organized the villagers to transport the corpses of these Khitans out of the village and throw them into the mountain streams, so as not to retaliate if the Liao soldiers found out.

By the time we had done this, it was getting late, the moon was shining brightly, and the stars were shining.

When Zhao Mingyue and Shi Jian came back, they saw that Ling Kun was still lying on the ground retching, his forehead was bruised, his face was as pale as death, and he almost entered a semi-comatose state.

After all, in his previous life, he hadn't even killed a chicken, but today, he killed more than a dozen living big men in one go.

Zhao Mingyue sighed and said to the sword to help him up and go to the villagers' houses to rest. So the two of them staggered into an old widow's house with Ling Kun on their feet.

This night, Ling Kun was physically and mentally exhausted, and fell asleep, but when he fell asleep, he yelled, startled, and had nightmares.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Mingyue was disturbed by Ling Kun's screams, so she went over to see him.

She entered the room where Ling Kun lived, picked up the quilt that he kicked off and covered him, and just when she wanted to leave, she was suddenly hugged by Ling Kun and refused to let go. She was shocked and angry, and struggled hard, but at this time, it was more difficult to break free of Ling Kun's hand than to kill him.

After struggling for a long time with no results, and sweating tiredly, Zhao Mingyue decided to give up. For his pity today, let him take advantage of it, and beat him again tomorrow to get it back.

Since Ling Kun hugged Zhao Mingyue's thigh, it seemed that he had a pillar in his heart, and there was no movement, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Zhao Mingyue blushed and looked at the man lying on his lap, and a strange feeling continued to rise in his heart. Since I was a child, I have never been so close to any man, what if I want others to see it? Well, wait a little longer, and leave when he's well asleep.

Early the next morning, Ling Kun woke up from his sleep, feeling much refreshed, remembering the bloody scene yesterday, he didn't feel so scared and disgusting. Originally, these Khitan people were cruel and ferocious, disregarding human life, and they were innocent of death, and I was just doing the right thing for heaven.

Thinking of this, my heart was more relaxed, and I got ready, but then I felt that the situation was different. First, there was a crisp smell in his nose, and then he felt something soft on the top of his head, almost covering his mouth and nose.

Ling Kun tentatively opened his eyes, and suddenly saw a blood-gushing but heart-pounding scene: he was pillowed on Zhao Mingyue's lap, and his right hand was still wrapped around her slender waist. Zhao Mingyue sat on the bed, hunched over and sleeping soundly on his chest, her full chest just on his forehead.

He didn't know why this scene happened, but with Zhao Mingyue's arrogant personality, he would definitely not take the initiative to give him a hug. Then it's most likely his problem, he was not in a good state last night, and he doesn't know what happened.

But the biggest question now is how Zhao Mingyue should face such embarrassment after waking up, will she kill him in a fit of anger?

He wanted to get up secretly, but Zhao Mingyue was on top, he was below, and if he got up, he would definitely wake her up.

Forget it, he just pretended to be asleep, anyway, he was half dead all night, and it would be nothing to pretend for a while longer.

After paying attention, he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. But grinding with Zhao Mingyue's ears and temples, smelling each other's breathing, and then thinking of her alluring appearance, where can I be calm in my heart, my body and breath are trembling slightly.