Clang!

The wind whistled in his ears, accompanied by two dull sounds.

Long.

Without the imaginary pain, Zhang Ruoyu opened his eyes in disbelief.

All the arrows have landed at your feet!

She snapped into something, and looked up.

The killer had a long sword stuck in his left chest at some point, and the blood instantly stained red.

Looking up, a man in a mask pulled out a long sword, turned around and stabbed at a few people next to him, his clothes flying and standing tall.

"Whoever dares to hurt me, look for death!"

Zhang Ruoyu turned around, because the distance was too far, the man in Xuanyi who had saved him had already killed with the killers, and the man swung his sword at the killers, and there were bursts of blood red in his eyes.

The sword flowers are flying, and people can't see it really, only the sword light reflects the sunlight, casting the last vestiges of hope.

Yes, saved?

This sudden surprise made Zhang Ruoyu feel furious, and at the moment of life and death, she didn't even have the slightest happiness.

However, the battlefield will not stop because of the addition of rescuers, Zhang Ruoyu subconsciously wanted to step forward to help after a moment, but as soon as she took a step forward, a stone broke through the air and hammered at Zhang Ruoyu's feet.

She looked up in disbelief, and the man in black slashed at another killer with his sword behind him, and cold words flowed from under the mask: "Run!" ”

This? Why is that?

Although Zhang Ruoyu's decades of education made her want to come forward to help, her strong desire to survive and the other party's cold requirements made her want to retreat.

After thinking about it, she still decided to go first and not be the one who dragged her feet.

"Take care, hero." Zhang Ruoyu clasped his hands into fists and solemnly made a salute in the direction where Zhao Ling was.

She turned, the sword in her arms, and the whole person bent over and began to walk away.

Zhao Ling was fighting, his eyes were actually on Zhang Ruoyu's body all the time, and after seeing Zhang Ruoyu fleeing like a little beetle, the remaining softness in his heart overflowed with tenderness.

But just as he was shaking his mind, the archer who had been hiding in the shadows picked up the crossbow, squinted, aimed at it, and shot a long arrow in the direction where Zhao Ling was.

The sword burst through the air, making the sound of hunting.

Zhang Ruoyu seemed to have a premonition and felt the danger.

As soon as she looked up, she saw a killer hiding in a tree not far away, aiming in the direction of the "life-saving hero", and shot a straight arrow.

Where did she have time to think, subconsciously wanted to protect the man, jumped over, and pounced in the direction where the sharp arrow flew out.

Although it was only a subconscious movement, she still consciously twisted her body in the air, allowing her back to face the crossbow arrow.

It was too late, and the sound of crossbow arrows breaking through the air was getting closer and closer.

Zhang Ruoyu was shocked, and noticed that there seemed to be a sharp weapon approaching behind her, and she could even feel a burst of sharp weapons surging towards her with endless killing intent when she turned around.

Suddenly, the wind around her was tight, and her eyes were dark, and she turned around to dodge the fatal blow that pierced her heart, but she couldn't dodge it all, but her right shoulder stabbed, and the dark arrow pierced into the flesh and blood.

"Shhh Zhang Ruoyu screamed in pain.

She was also hit by a dark arrow because of her overrun, and the gap in her body for a moment was hit, and the whole person staggered back a few steps, almost approaching to be flattened, and behind her was a cliff with an eerie atmosphere and no end in sight, which was thousands of feet deep.

And Zhao Ling, who was fighting bloodily just now, didn't have time to see Zhang Ruoyu's danger at all.

"It's not good, it's poison on the arrow!"

Zhang Ruoyu put his left hand on the wound, and felt a gloomy cold with a death breath climbing up from the wound like a worm, and after only a moment, the entire right arm had fallen into numbness, and he didn't need any strength at all. Looking at that wound again, the crimson blood continued to ooze out along the wound, and the flesh and blood were red and black, and even the blood flowing out was purple-brown, which made people's hearts jump.

The toxin overflowed quickly, Zhang Ruoyu just fell to the ground with his right arm in his arms, and when he looked up again, he was already in a daze in front of him, and all the scenery seemed to be covered with a thick veil, and he couldn't see it at all.

She looked around at the place where the fight was still going on, and saw only four figures still tangled there.

Even though the "hero" told her to hurry away, she did. As for saving people or something, it was all a subconscious reaction of the body, and Zhang Ruoyu couldn't do anything about it.

In desperation, she smiled bitterly and sighed that she was worthy of being an outstanding social person who had worn a red scarf for more than ten years in her previous life, and gave full play to the spirit of "I am for everyone" and "self-sacrifice for others" in modern society.

However, even if she did die here today, she probably didn't have any regrets.

Liu Xiu has the embroidery workshop she left behind and is drunk and proud, not to mention rich and expensive in her life, she can be regarded as worry-free eating and drinking. As for the others, they have nothing to do with her, only Zhao Ling is implicated.

Thinking of his "good brother", Zhang Ruoyu felt blocked in his heart.

But it's okay, in life, there will inevitably be regrets.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ruoyu can be regarded as a lot of peace of mind, she is sitting on the edge of the cliff with her arms crossed at the moment, her original clear deer eyes are full of confusion, a stunning little face is already white, and even the lips with the original red are gradually losing their blood, and they are gradually turning purple in the white.

It's cold, it's so cold, Zhang Ruoyu hugged herself, the bone-chilling cold hit her back, and she shivered with cold.

And the "rescuer" Zhao Ling was also in danger, and he couldn't reveal his identity due to the current situation, and the silver mask on his face was splashed with layers of blood. These killers sent by the queen are not shallow, and they are better at sneak attacks and various poisons, although he is not injured, but his physical strength is gradually declining.

What's even more surprising is that there is a person in the shape of a ghost, strange and mysterious, as soon as he turned around, he was almost in front of Zhao Ling, the person held a very thin and extremely long sword with a strange shape all the way under his elbow, as his swimming body continued to swallow like a poisonous snake, all the killers were completed by close quarters, pointing, poking, stabbing, scraping, flowing water, incoherent.

Zhao Ling closed his eyes and braked quietly, everything in front of him was an illusion, no matter how much the person's body shape changed, there was only one truth and reality in the end.

Got it! Right there!

Zhao Ling held the cold light sword in his hand, and the cold sword qi gushed out, stabbing at the void afterimage in mid-air.

Bloodlight, splash.

Dark red blood splattered in the air, making people's eyes red.

The man's movements stagnated in mid-air, and then fell, and the sword in his hand also flew towards Zhao Ling because of the master's inability to release, Zhao Ling turned sideways, the dark sword passed by his face, the mask on his face was already crumbling in the battle, and now it was swept by the dark sword, and with a "click", the mask fell to the ground, revealing Zhao Ling's handsome and innocent but murderous face.

"Six, six princes?!" The remaining three secret guards were stunned for a moment when they saw Zhao Ling's true face.

Aren't the six princes still in the palace? How did it end up here!

Because of Zhao Ling's identity, they didn't dare to do it again, but there was still the queen's order on their bodies, and if they didn't do it, they would be sentenced to death if they turned back.

Several people glanced at each other, exchanged their opinions in an instant, and then quickly separated the two of them in front of Zhao Ling and said, "Sixth prince, offended, we have to obey the order of the queen mother." ”

The third person raised his sword and ran to the place where Zhang Ruoyu was.

Zhang Ruoyu has been poisoned, and now he is like a salted fish on the chopping board, slaughtered by others.

Seeing that Zhang Ruoyu was about to fall into danger, Zhao Ling became more and more cold, and his eyes were as gloomy and angry as the red moon, like an evil envoy from Senluo's hell.

"The six princes, the six princes, we are all here to hunt down and kill that village woman on the orders of the queen mother. This has nothing to do with us! ”

The two killers retreated step by step, and they already had the intention of retreating, and the biggest hope at present was to confess the queen mother, and they could have a chance to escape. Even if they can't go back to the palace, they just don't die here today.

It's a pity that sometimes once people make the wrong choice, there is no chance to turn back.

The sword that has seen blood has no reason to take it back.

Zhao Ling chuckled, his handsome face was full of evil energy, he held the sword in his hand, step by step, like a person from the evil demon hell, and there were mandala flowers blooming behind him.

The sword came out, the sword was closed, and the ground was full of blood flowers.

The corpses of the man in black were already all over the place, Zhao Ling put away his long sword, step by step, firmly and slowly towards Zhang Ruoyu.

At just a hundred paces, he walked as long as half a lifetime.

The girl who shrunk over there was the one he had traveled thousands of miles to find, but fortunately, he did his best to keep her at peace for a moment.

Zhao Ling had already killed his red eyes, the wind blew, and the smell of blood on his body surged up the tip of his nose, and with a flick of his mind, a spirit, he woke up from his confusion.

"Ayu, Ayu!"

Zhao Ling finally found out that something was wrong with Zhang Ruoyu, hung the long sword on his waist, rushed forward in three steps and two steps, and knelt directly on one knee beside Zhang Ruoyu.

"Ayu, look at me, are you okay?"

Zhao Ling stretched out his hand, trembling slightly in the air, but he didn't dare to fall on Zhang Ruoyu's shoulder.

Zhang Ruoyu only felt that she was chilling, and her front was cloudy, she felt like she had fallen asleep, deep and heavy, and she didn't want to wake up.

But in her confusion, she seemed to hear someone calling her name, struggling to break free from the entangled mud, Zhang Ruoyu closed her eyes and shook her head, struggling to open her eyes.

A pair of hands also groped in front of him: "Who?" ”

Her voice was hoarse, as if it had been frosted by stones, and it sounded hoarse.

"It's me, I'm Zhao Ling, Ah Yu, you wait, I'll take you to see the doctor."

Zhao Ling put Zhang Ruoyu's hand on his face, and the pair of white and delicate hands were as cold as the thousand-year-old ice in the palace ice cellar at this moment.

Zhao Ling shouted as he pulled Zhang Ruoyu up, and with a force, he carried her on his back.

"Zhao Ling?"

"I'm here."

"Zhao Ling."

"I'm here."

"What should I do, I'm so cold."

Zhang Ruoyu hung weakly on Zhao Ling's back, and even her consciousness was chaotic at the moment, and she didn't know where this was or what she was going to do.

The only feeling is the coldness of her body, and the sleepiness that she can't resist has been coming like a flood beast, and she may, may not be able to hold on.

"I, I'll sleep for a while, and you remember to wake me up when you get there."

"Okay."

Zhao Ling carried Zhang Ruoyu on his back, walking step by step in the mountain road, his eyes were blood-red.