"Huh?!"

Emiya chuckled in his heart, instinctively took a step back, and looked at her warily.

"And what are you doing here?"

"I'll get you out." Ye Ziqing said.

"Whew......" Wei Gong exhaled, his little heart beating so hard that he was almost scared to death by her, "Don't joke at this time." ”

"However, it is also possible to kill you."

Emiya looked up in surprise and looked at the woman in disbelief.

"I knew I couldn't trust you!"

He looked at Ye Ziqing's eyes as if he was looking at a monster.

This woman turns her face faster than she turns a book.

Just because he refused her cooperation at the time? Or is it because she was scolded at the sword sacrifice ceremony?

Don't......

Emiya recalls that night a year ago and swallows a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

That thing was discovered?

"I'm going to ask you some questions." A sneer flashed in Ye Ziqing's eyes, "The specific result depends on how well you answer." ”

……

"Kill!"

"This way, defend!"

On the west side of Yunlong Pass, the cyan and red armies fought together, like two rows of sea water converging and engulfing each other.

The sound of swords clashing with each other, the sounds of fighting, shouts, and the sound of bones shattering from swords slashing through flesh......

It fills the entire foothills and resounds in the sky.

"Sucher, you're behind!!"

A voice shouted.

The red-armored man named Su Che, who was reminded by him, suddenly bowed his head and turned around.

Then use inertia and roll in front.

The sharp sword in his hand directly cut through the chest of the person who attacked behind.

A crisp and terrifying sound came from his body.

As the tall green-armored soldier fell, his intestines flowed blood.

Su Che half-crouched, and in between facing the next opponent, he gave his former companion a grateful look.

"Thanks, stick!"

The man known as the "stick" squeezed out an ugly smile on his face.

After the two men killed another enemy, they tacitly agreed with each other to put their backs together.

Compared with the young faces of Chong Jianguo, these two people can be described as having experienced vicissitudes.

The man known as the stick had a furrow on his face, a large burn scar on his left cheek, because of the burn, there was no longer a beard around his lips, and on his right hand, which was bruised and bruised, there was also a shocking sword mark that cut the entire arm vertically, like a white reptile.

On the other side, the middle-aged man known as Su Che was in a better situation, with a beard covering one-third of his face, and a pair of revealed eagle eyes, full of murderous aura.

It's a pity that the only thing that makes people feel strange is that he is missing a pair of ears, so that the face that should be handsome and heroic looks a little funny.

One of the ears had been cut off by the enemy in the Great War twenty years earlier, and the latter one had been cut off by himself that he thought was too ugly.

Fortunately, it's not completely unheard.

It's just a little quieter.

But this does not prevent him from becoming a sharp blade on the battlefield, a good hand that can disembowel.

There was a lot of noise around him, but he turned a deaf ear and killed quietly.

I couldn't even feel the sore arm in my hand because of the mechanical swing of the sword.

The tortoiseshell sword and shield held up by four or five people on the other side were cut to pieces, although they could still play a certain degree of containment and offensive and defensive coordination.

However, compared to the last time they were caught off guard in Shurui City, they are now somewhat accustomed to these well-defended weapons.

Wanting to rely on long-range sword qi to strike is almost equivalent to dreaming, so the defender also loses the advantage of the level.

Rushing into the crowd for close hand-to-hand combat is relatively much more efficient.

Especially for the veterans of the Book Sword Kingdom who participated in the Battle of the Three Blessings Twenty Years Ago.

The past wars have given them very valuable experience.

Taught them how to protect themselves -

Kill people more effectively.

I don't know how long this battle lasted until it was dark.

There were corpses piled up all around, but the army of the Sword Nation still poured in.

The stick used all his strength to open the chest of a green armor, then pulled out the sword with all his might, and sat on the ground with his legs limp.

"Fuck, this battle is really desperate, Lao Tzu's hand is going to be broken."

"If it hasn't been broken yet," Su Che shouted vigorously, spitting and slashing through a piece of armor with a sword in both hands.

The other party let out a muffled grunt and fell.

"Well, keep waving it! Until—"

Su Che raised his head and glanced at the burly red figure in the distance.

The pair of red jade dragon scale armor has changed for an unknown number of owners, and the only thing that remains unchanged is its red and bright color like the remnant sun.

It's like being soaked in blood.

No, to be precise, armor born of blood.

Twenty years ago they followed it.

Now, still follow.

The battle continued until the owner of the red armor gave the order.

"Ah!!h Su Che gritted his teeth, and with every attack, he almost exhausted the strength of his whole body.

The sword qi crisscrossed the battlefield, penetrating the armor and reaching the heart.

The stick next to him has begun to show signs of exhaustion, and only the will is still strong to support the body to fight.

"Fuck!" He swung his sword with great force, intermingling with the enemy's weapons with a violent sound.

Sparks fly.

"If only the dragon were still there!" The stick struggled to make a sound.

Hearing his words, Su Che was slightly stunned, and a vague shadow appeared in his brain.

It was a page recorded in the history book of the Shujian Kingdom, depicting a terrible shadow surrounded by clouds and mist, exposed in lightning and wind and snow, it was a sacred object that the Shujian Kingdom was proud of in the past dynasties, and it was as revered as the gods and demons of the Shajian Kingdom.

By the time they read it, it had gone from glory to shame.

A hundred years ago, the Heavenly Sword Kingdom invaded, and the Ghost Ice Dragon, a divine beast of the Zhenguo Kingdom, fled into the depths of the Izumo Mountain Range after being wounded, discarding millions of people of the Book Sword Country.

"Don't say stupid things!" Su Che showed a fierce light in his eyes, and swung out a sword vigorously, "No one can save you-"

With a pop, the sword sank into the opponent's chest.

He kicked the piece of green armor and pulled out the long sword.

Gasping hard, he finished the rest of the words, "A man who pins his hopes on illusory things!" ”

Not to mention......

"The dragon!"

He spat his hand, a hint of disgust rolling in his eyes.

"He spurned us a hundred years ago!"

……

Ye Ziqing took off his mask, revealing a peerless face.

She lowered her head, a pair of big eyes looking at him coldly.

Perhaps, with a hint of complex meaning.

It's just that Emiya can't read what it is.

A faint fragrance came from his nose.

The distance between the two people is less than 30 centimeters.

Emiya's heart pounded.

Ye Ziqing opened her mouth slightly, and her eyes were in a trance-

How do you seem to have seen this scene somewhere?