Zhao Lingxue felt the rapid loss of body temperature on Xiao Jiansheng's body, and opened her eyes in fright, her eyes like autumn water reflected a mottled bright red, which was more dazzling than the most gorgeous colors in the world.

Zhao Lingxue's voice trembled lightly: "You are still ...... Does it matter?"

Xiao Jiansheng smiled reluctantly: "It doesn't matter, you can hold it." ”

Zhao Lingxue was a little speechless in shock, and Xiao Jiansheng reassured: "This injury is not in the way, Your Highness will hold on to me." ”

Zhao Lingxue nodded hurriedly, and hugged Xiao Jiansheng's waist with both arms.

Xiao Jiansheng suddenly pulled out the Qilong blunt sword, clasped Zhao Lingxue's thin waist with his other hand, and slammed his feet on the ground, and in an instant, there was a big reversal of his body, and a sword light hidden around swept over where the two of them had just stayed.

Xiao Jiansheng's arm holding the sword was sawed open by a saw-like cut, he first had to take care of Zhao Lingxue's safety, and he couldn't completely avoid the silent blow of Zhirou.

Referring to the soft sword once again silently gone, I don't know where to hide, among the big trees in the distance, between the sand underground, among the withered yellow weeds, all refer to the best hiding place for the soft sword.

A stream of warm blood flowed down Xiao Jiansheng's arm, converging in the palm of his hand that grabbed the hilt of the dragon's sword, and the slippery and viscous blood flowed wantonly between his fingers and the hilt, and Xiao Jiansheng felt a little difficult to hold the hilt.

Xiao Jiansheng looked at Cao Wang in the distance with a heartbeat, and his mind was thinking of various good ways to deal with it. Cao Wang is stronger than he expected, and he is also a Seven Realm, and he is more sophisticated and thoughtful than Nanguo An Gongzi in terms of killing.

Behind Xiao Jiansheng's sight, the autumn grass sounded, as if the wind was blowing, but there was no trace of wind in the seal, in fact, this sound was very secret, Zhao Lingxue couldn't hear it, and only Xiao Jiansheng could perceive it with the help of powerful telekinesis, and he imagined the subtle fluctuations of those autumn grasses as a kind of squeezing sound in his mind.

Xiao Jiansheng didn't have time to think about this, hugged Zhao Lingxue tightly, first moved seven steps in a straight line, then moved fourteen steps horizontally, and then retreated three steps, and when his figure just stopped, he moved seven steps sideways to the right side again, so the calculated pace was proud of meeting Ning Tieshoe's predecessor that night.

Sure enough, the voice of the snarking did not attack, taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Jiansheng raised his sword and slashed according to the position of Cao Wang in his mind, merged into one action, and stiffly completed the blow he had to charge before.

A majestic sword intent like the sea surged away, and under the sword intent, the ground fluctuated together, and the weeds and sand particles swept up by the sword qi converged, surging with the wave-shaped sword light like the sea, reaching the sandy land where Cao Wang was.

Cao Wang looked thoughtfully at the sword qi surging over and didn't do anything.

Just staring intently with his hands behind his back, those old and strong eyes followed the sword qi to look at Xiao Jiansheng and Zhao Lingxue, allowing the sword intent comparable to the tide of the sea to cut his body, cutting graffiti-like scratches on his extremely expensive armor.

Xiao Jiansheng did not change his posture, he always kept the tip of the sword facing Cao Wang, endlessly releasing the Yuanyang Qi in his body, and at the same time, he hid seven swords of telekinesis in the Qi Dragon Sword Qi, which was the limit of his telekinesis release at the moment.

As if he had a feeling, Cao Wang's figure suddenly rose, his feet moving dazzlingly, frequently shifting and transposing on the undulating crests of those weeds and sand, and extremely skillfully dodging the sword of mental power mixed with the sword qi of Xiao Jiansheng.

The sword of mental power fell one sword after another, and in the end, only two swords fell on Cao Wang's shoulder and crotch respectively, neither of which was critical, naturally the damage was not great, and the blood did not flow much.

In other words, even if Xiao Jiansheng is using all the means now, as long as he can't break the armor on Cao Wang's body, it will be in vain, Xiao Jiansheng naturally knows that the difficulty of breaking through that armor is no less than killing Cao Wang, how difficult it is, he can't leave Zhao Lingxue to fight alone now, which will give Cao Wang the opportunity to attack Zhao Lingxue, so that he and Zhao Lingxue's situation is becoming more and more difficult.

But Xiao Jiansheng was not discouraged, he forced himself to composure, and while looking for melee combat, he pinned his hopes on the Blackstone chessboard.

Xiao Jiansheng glanced at Zhao Lingxue.

Zhao Lingxue understood, just now she was worried that holding hard would hurt Xiao Jiansheng, she didn't think much about it at this time, and hugged the bloody figure again, Xiao Jiansheng suddenly pointed to the ground on her toes, and approached Cao Wang as fast as possible, Cao Wang just glanced up at the seal, and then pinched his fingers to calculate the time.

Thirty zhang, twenty zhang, fifteen zhang, Xiao Jiansheng was getting closer and closer to Cao Wang, but at this moment, Xiao Jiansheng made a sharp stop at his feet, hugged Zhao Lingxue and shot out diagonally.

On a place that was burned by the fire, Xiao Jiansheng pressed Zhao Lingxue under his body, and he buried Zhao Lingxue's head in his chest, blocking every vital point on her body tightly, striving not to give the finger sword a chance.

Finger Rou sword qi skimmed, leaving a deep blood groove on Xiao Jiansheng's back, although the wound was bleeding nonstop, but Xiao Jiansheng seemed to have been numb, and it was those injuries that stimulated his almost dry body, so that he could cope with it between life and death.

Xiao Jiansheng got up, hugged Zhao Lingxue tightly and continued to approach Cao Wang, leaving the last bit of mental power, which could only be used to sense the changes in the black stone chessboard, and he didn't dare to use it.

Xiao Jiansheng continued to move forward, his body continued to fill with new wounds, and the strange defensive armor in his body had been playing a huge role, otherwise, he would have been a corpse at this moment.

Getting closer and closer to Cao Wang, he could clearly see the short sword on Cao Wang's chest reflecting the afterglow of the sunset, Cao Wang knew that Xiao Jiansheng wanted to be close, and Cao Wang naturally knew that Xiao Jiansheng had no other way to take him, but he couldn't imagine that the reason why Xiao Jiansheng was like this had another meaning to attract his attention.

Cao Wang couldn't allow Xiao Jiansheng to get close, he wouldn't give him any chance.

Therefore, Xiao Jiansheng's body was filled with a wound, and it was in the neck, almost cutting his throat, and the danger of injury made Zhao Lingxue, who was close at hand, dare not look sideways.

When he was almost ten zhang away from Cao Wang, Xiao Jiansheng vomited a mouthful of blood, panting like a cow, the blood flowed like a river, and his body swayed, like a mountain collapsing.

In the weeds in front of Xiao Jiansheng, the finger soft sword lurked here, not showing the mountains and water, and there was no movement, but the sand grains around the sword body under the withered grass were becoming as dry and yellow as the autumn leaves and autumn grass, and some of the sand grains had melted into each other, and a majestic killing intent was condensing at a certain location at the foot of Changting Mountain after late autumn, layer by layer, and the more they gathered, the thicker and thicker.

Zhao Lingxue didn't find it, and Xiao Jiansheng couldn't find out, they went from running to galloping, and then to the current faltering, and they were about to step into the yellow-brown sand area covered by the dead grass.

In the distance behind him, the Blackstone chessboard remained unmoved on the ground.

Xiao Jiansheng took a difficult step, the gravel under his feet was a little awkward, he suddenly fell to the ground on one leg, and there was a heavy sound of the impact of the knee and the stone, Zhao Lingxue's black hair covered his face, and he couldn't tell the sadness, as if there were tears wetting his clothes.

Cao Wang suddenly stretched out a hand, his fingers moved forward a little, a white ripple spread out, Xiao Jiansheng instantly seemed to be carrying a mountain, kneeling on one leg and unable to get up, there was a palpitating sound of broken bones and tendons on his body, Zhao Lingxue slowly let go of Xiao Jiansheng's waist, Xiao Jiansheng glanced at her, and she hugged it again.

Xiao Jiansheng began to struggle to his feet.

One foot deep underground, the Finger Soft Sword also condensed enough of the qi circulating in this seal, like a seed planted in spring, ready to break through the ground, and the sand layer covering the Finger Soft Sword slowly flowed around.

Cao Wang took a few steps forward fearlessly, looked at Xiao Jiansheng and Zhao Lingxue defiantly, and said with a smile: "Tomorrow is the time when the frost falls, and the miscellaneous family can't forget this day." ”

Xiao Jiansheng didn't speak, and Zhao Lingxue laughed calmly.

At this moment, Xiao Jiansheng's eyes suddenly widened, emitting a ray of light, if it wasn't an illusion, it was that he heard a movement, as if it was the movement of opening and closing the window, the sound rang in his ears crisply, he could sense the earth-shaking changes in the black stone chessboard, but he still pretended to be casual and accepted the torture from Cao Wang's eyes.

The tip of the finger sword broke through a pinch of fine sand, revealing a sword tip the size of a cold glittering needle, like a seed that has absorbed enough water after a series of nourishments, and is about to reveal the green leaves of hope after receiving enough sunlight.

Xiao Jiansheng looked at the grass and forced himself to see nothing.

Just when nearly half of the sword body of the Zhirou Sword appeared in the grass, the seal above his head suddenly made a loud click, and suddenly there was a wind pouring in, Cao Wang's eyes were gloomy, and suddenly a black shadow jumped on top of his head, projecting thousands of black beams, Cao Wang only felt that it was dark in front of him, and felt the coming of night in advance, he smiled fiercely, and immediately urged the Zhirou Sword, but suddenly realized that his inextricable connection with the Zhirou Sword was completely broken.

At the same time, an extremely fast figure rushed into the darkness, he wielded a thin sword in one hand, wantonly wielded, cut, chopped in the darkness, he did not treat Cao Wang as a person, completely regarded him as a dead tree about to die of old age, a broken branch that was separated from its roots.

I don't know how long it took, the cool autumn wind dispelled the darkness, a blood-red slanting sun spread the earth, the rushing stream once again emitted a gurgling and moving sound, and ten zhang away from Zhao Lingxue, Xiao Jiansheng and Cao Wang, who was scattered from his cloak, stood face to face, condensed with each other.

The two swords in Xiao Jiansheng's hand were broken, the armor on Cao Wang's body was shattered, and without the protection of the armor, his well-protected skin became fleshy, and there were countless small blood holes on his body, standing there like a corpse full of holes.

A gust of loose autumn wind blew, and the figure that was more red than the slanting sun finally hung down his arms weakly, his fingers were released, and the short sword fell to the ground, Zhao Lingxue hurriedly ran over to support Xiao Jiansheng from behind, and then ignored the shameful smile in Cao Wang's eyes, and quickly tore off the fabric on his body and plugged the blood hole on Xiao Jiansheng's chest.

The seal was completely shattered, and about two dozen people rushed in from the outside world, leading a sturdy man with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain, his eyes were blood-red, his clothes were wet with sweat, and his lips trembled, and he looked at Her Royal Highness the princess who was holding a blood-stained man in his arms and was speechless.

"Chen Gang ......"

Zhao Lingxue screamed weakly, and the man knelt on the ground and replied: "The last general is incompetent, and he is not effective in protecting the princess, so he is willing to ......."

Zhao Lingxue interrupted Chen Gang's words, pointed to Cao Wang not far away, and said, "Go and kill him, this princess will exonerate you." ”

Chen Gang got up angrily, drew his sword in his hand and walked towards Cao Wang, at the same time, Cao Wang's bloodshot eyes looked at Chen Gang, and sneered softly: "Although the miscellaneous family hurts the muscles and bones, it is not something that can be killed casually, just rely on your group of wine bags and rice bags?"

Chen Gang sneered: "It's just a eunuch who is about to die, how can you not kill it." ”

Just when Chen Gang was about to raise his sword, Xiao Jiansheng, who was standing up straight, smiled bitterly: "He didn't lie, let him go, instead of fighting meaninglessly, it is better to find a place to heal first, the big porcelain bowl is seriously injured and can't hold up." ”

Chen Gang glared at Xiao Jiansheng, and just as he was about to refute, Zhao Lingxue said coldly: "Listen to him." ”

Soon, Cao Wang staggered away along the blood-colored remnant sun.

Xiao Jiansheng and Zhao Lingxue walked against the blood-colored remnant sun to the foot of Changting Mountain, the shadow cast behind them was pulled infinitely long, and after passing through a willow forest, when they were about to see the neat rows of inns in the distance, Xiao Jiansheng finally fell back.

......

At this moment, a very large inn, the door is closed, even the doors and windows are closed tightly, in front of the door, a tiger-headed and sturdy man led dozens of people to stare intently at the surrounding movements, at this moment, a five or six-year-old boy holding a wine gourd staggered over, was grabbed by the strong man and lifted up.