The hoarse shout cracked in the valley, Xiao Yu pounced on the chariot like a moth to the fire, Yu Luo stabbed with his sword, Xiao Yu avoided it dangerously, the edge of the butterfly wings was pulled diagonally along the soft armor of the back of the neck, the head of the royal hand rolled down, the halberd stabbed Xiao Yu's chest, Xiao Yu avoided the sharp halberd edge, rolled along the halberd shaft, took advantage of the situation to wipe the throat of the archer, blood sprayed Xiao Yu's face, and lost her eyes, at this moment, Yu Luo roared, raised the heavy sword with both hands, and slashed at Xiao Yu with a sword.

"Boom!"

The gold and iron were handed over, the sparks splashed everywhere, Xiao Yu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the huge force lifted her small body up, like a kite with a broken string, crashed into the valley wall, and fell softly.

"Xiao Yu !!"

Ji Lie's eyes were split, he jumped up from the chariot with the Tiger Evil Sword, stepped on the other party's horse and got into the chariot, and frantically slashed towards Yurov, there was no time when Ji Lie would want to scrape a person with a thousand knives. He lost his mind, and only had Yurov in his eyes, and slashed at Yurov with one sword after another, ignoring the halberd hand beside him.

"Bump!"

With a muffled sound, the sky was spinning, the sunset was spinning, the top of the valley was spinning, the grimace was spinning, and even Song Boyo who was standing on the top was spinning, but Ji Lie still had the last trace of consciousness, and he yelled at the blurred Yurov: "I will kill you, I swear, I will make your life worse than death!" With that, he fell.

It's all over.

Yurov carried Ji Lie and held it high like a bird, and the evil bird wanted to peck at his rotten one-eye, but he was slashed by his sword and almost cut in half.

"My poor nephew, why don't you want to go with me? Aren't the results all the same? ”

Song Boyo stood on a big stone at the top of the valley, looking from his feet, he could just see Yurov holding Ji Lie high, he knew that this was Yurov asking for merit to himself, perhaps, there were some other meanings, however, he didn't plan to delve into what this one-eyed retainer meant, the sun was about to set, he felt a little tired, if he hurried up, maybe he could rush back to Jingcheng.

"Perhaps, I can go and taste Anguo's spring peach fruit wine alone, my nephew."

He muttered again, hung the gorgeous long sword that he had been holding on to his waist, and turned around slowly, when suddenly it was dark in front of him, and a strange shadow came into his eyes.

……

Yurov held Ji Yeol high, like a banner of victory, because his face was covered with a mask, and he couldn't see any expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice, and there was a threat in them.

Three heavily armored horsemen surrounded the bald bear with long swords, I have to say that this guy is like an unbeatable explosive bear, his body is full of arrows, and there is a broken sword on his back, but he still carries the huge war hammer, not to be outdone, looking at Yurov on the chariot.

Ji Ying had already rushed to the side of the chariot, but his footsteps stopped suddenly, a long halberd pointed at his throat, but he didn't seem to see how sharp the tip of the halberd was, as long as he poked lightly, he had to go to see Haotian God, his eyes moved with Ji Lie in Yurov's hand.

Xiao Hei was caught, and a sword and shield hand stood on the wheel, pulling his hair and holding the sword around his neck, and he didn't dare to move, and his mouth cracked in pain. And the Tian brothers were also watched to death by a Yin Moon Guard and two sword and shield hands, Tian Chong had one less ear, and Tian Li had a sword stuck in his shoulder, and blood was oozing out along the blade.

Song Rang was beside the carriage, the three Yin Moon Guards looked at him coldly, and they didn't dare to blink, his sword was dripping blood, and the plum blossoms above the hilt had been stained red with blood, but he didn't dare to move again, because Ji Lie's vest was against Yurov's sword.

Yurov's voice was also very cold, like a cold wind blowing through the snow valley: "Song Rang, Tieshi, worthy of the name!" But this is a war, and now, you have lost! As he spoke, he pushed the sword in his hand forward, and the sharp tip of the sword instantly pierced Ji Lie's back, and the blood flowed silently.

At this time, a sword and shield hand dragged Huo Xun to the front, and threw Huo Xun under the chariot like a dead dog, Huo Xun was covered in injuries, blood was still bubbling in his blind eyes, and the person had passed out, but his two hands were still dragging the axe.

Miserable, incomparably tragic.

There are a total of thirty-seven people under Song Boyo's command plus Yurov, but now only thirteen people are alive, and Ji Lie's side except for Xiao Hei, everyone is seriously injured, Xiao Yu and Huo Xun are even more unknown to life and death, and the most important thing is that Ji Lie is bleeding under Yurov's sword.

"Poof."

With a soft sound, Tian Zhong threw down the sword and bow in his hand, and then, Tian Li let out a long breath and threw away his weapon, and the bald bear sat on the ground, spitting gurgling blood in his mouth, and Ji Ying closed his eyes in pain.

However, Song Rang slowly raised his sword, causing the Yin Moon Guards beside him to become nervous again, and they took a step back in unison, and there were only four of the twelve Yin Moon Guards left, and half of them died under his sword.

"Song Rang!"

Yurov drank coldly, and was about to hold the sword a little longer, but saw that Song Rang just shook off the blood on the sword, wiped it on a dead sword and shield hand, returned it to the sheath, and then, separated the crowd, and hugged Xiao Yu under the valley wall in his arms.

Yurov secretly exhaled, and immediately ordered the two sword and shield men to lift Huo Xun up and put him on the chariot, since the other party had lost his fighting spirit, of course he would not force the other party to break the net, besides, His Royal Highness the Prince wanted a living Ji Lie, not a dead one.

The survivors walked out of the valley, mutilated and bloodied all the way, the two sword and shield men cleaned the battlefield along the way, throwing the dead on the chariot, and the rest of the people looked ahead regardless of their thoughts, because everyone knew that Song Boyo must be waiting in front, waiting to enjoy the fruits of victory.

Song Boyo was indeed outside the valley, the last touch of the setting sun cast a heavy color on his body, but his face was very pale, the corners of his naturally upturned mouth did not rise, but he squeezed deeply downward, and the shadow slanted out from his side, but it was a little bloated, because there was a sword at his neck, the hand holding the sword was very dirty, the nails were full of old sludge, and the people behind him were also very dirty, and there was a sour smell all over his body, so that he was about to vomit.

The two sides are opposed.

Quiet, deathly still.

Everyone didn't expect that after the war, they would face such a scene, Yurov's rotten eyes shook like a piece of rotten meat, he looked at the person behind Song Boyo, but that person protected himself very well, and the whole person coincided with Song Boyo, it was almost indistinguishable between you and me, no wonder Song Boyo's face was pale.

Yurov looked at Song Rang.

Song Rang hugged Xiao Yu, blood seeped out from his waist and shoulders, staining Xiao Yu red, he shook his head.

As a sign of respect for Song Rang, Yurov didn't ask again, but turned to the woman and said coldly, "Who are you?" Do you know who you are under the sword? ”

The man hid behind Song Boyo and did not answer, but used his actions to show that the sword on Song Boyo's neck was slowly pulled, and the blood slowly soaked along the cold sword.

"Wait! Who are you? What's the intention? Can you know what happened to the kidnapping of the prince of the Song Kingdom? Yurov's rotten eyelids trembled even more, and his gaze shrank deeply.

Song Boyo shouted: "Don't talk nonsense, she's a dumb person!" ”

"Dumb?"

Yurov was stunned, since he is not Ji Lie's person, who will it be? And how can I negotiate with a dumb person? Yurov had a headache and secretly regretted it, I have to say that this person is extremely bold, and the timing is extremely ingenious, if he is not bent on leaving Ji Lie behind, if he is not too confident, how can he let the other party drill such a Confucius, it is really a praying mantis catching cicada and yellow finch behind!

However, the person who kidnapped Song Boyo did not give Yurov too much of a headache, she pointed her sword at Ji Lie in Yurov's hand, and then, twisting Song Boyo's collar, lifted him high, and then pressed the tip of her sword against his back, little by little.

Blood, a trace seeping out.

Now, even fools know what she wants, that's right, she wants Ji Lie, if she doesn't give it, she will kill His Royal Highness the Prince of Song, and if Song Boyo dies, even if Yurov has great ability, he can only flee for his life and go into exile like a lost dog.

Of course, Yurov would not exchange his life and future for Ji Lie, he immediately shook Ji Lie in his hand and shouted: "If you want someone, you can, let His Royal Highness the Prince go!" ”

The man did not answer, but the sword in his hand was sent inward.

Song Boyo's face was deformed in pain, the cold tip of the sword fell into the gap in the vertebrae, and the severe pain penetrated deeply into his limbs and eight veins, he couldn't help but spasm, and hissed: "Quick, release, release, release!" I wanted to scold the bastard again, but he was so painful that tears and snot flowed together, and he forgot about it.

Under the iron helmet, in the armor, Yurov was also in a cold sweat, he had been fighting for decades, but this was the first time he had encountered such a scene, seeing Song Boyo bending around under the man's hand like a worm, he had to personally hold Ji Lie and jump off the chariot and strode towards the man.

"Stop, stop!"

As soon as he came out of the valley, Song Boyao shouted again, and he understood the man's intention from the depth of the tip of the sword. Yurov paused.

Song Boyao shouted: "Put people down!" ”

Yurov put down Ji Lie as he said.

Song Boyo felt that the tip of the sword was still against the bone, and added: "Lead a horse, your horse, the fastest horse, fast!" ”

Yurov turned around and went to lead the horse.

The tip of the sword behind his back withdrew from the crack in the bone, Song Boyo exhaled, his face was covered with cold sweat, and when the wind blew, he ran into the tip of the sword again, and the pain made him stiffen his chest, like a big grasshopper being watered back and forth by boiling water.

After a while, Yurov led the horse, Song Boyo ordered Yurov to retreat, and the reloaded single rider retreated, the man held Song Boyo in one hand and Ji Lie in the other, and threw Ji Lie on horseback, until Yurov and the heavy rider retreated to the deep valley, then he glanced at the valley coldly, slammed Song Boyo to the ground, and thrust his sword on the horse's buttocks.

"Herod'......"

The war horse suffered pain and galloped wildly.

"Wow!"

At this moment, the little evil who was pretending to be dead on the ground let out a long cry, flapped his wings, flew over the grimace flowers, jumped over Song Rang's head, and chased towards the billowing smoke and dust.