When Ning Yu went out, he led the people towards the place where the soldiers were stationed.

The white clothes swaggered, and the fierce flew up.

Because of the sprint, his throat was itchy, and Ning Yu was holding back.

"Kill—"

Ning Yu and the others had only run more than 100 meters before they heard a deafening shouting of killing.

I don't know when my hair slips down, and only a waterfall of long hair is left flying in the night sky.

It didn't take long for Ning Yu and the others to be surrounded in the middle.

Even if Ning Yi and other secret guards joined, there were only fifteen people.

Hundreds against fifteen, a clear disadvantage.

The knight guards held their weapons and protected Ning Yu in the middle.

The girl has a slender and beautiful posture, and even in the face of danger, her back is still straight.

A man stepped out of the crowd.

"Ning Anhe?"

Ning Yu's eyes were calm, "It's this palace." ”

The man stroked his palm and chuckled: "An and Wang Ji are really as rumored, beautiful and intelligent, and unique. ”

Ning Yu raised her hand and gently pushed away Zhan Xiaochu, who was standing in front of her, took half a step forward, looked at the man and hooked her lips and chuckled: "Since Your Excellency thinks that this palace is unique, why not let this uniqueness last forever in the world?" ”

"Because someone wants to buy Wang Ji's life." That's humane.

Ning Yu smiled: "Who wants to buy the life of this palace?" ”

The man also laughed: "I can't say this." ”

"How about this palace pay three times the price and buy back your life?" Ning Yu said.

The man smiled and drew his knife, "There is no such rule, if you accept the money from the guest, you will kill someone for the guest." ”

"Many people have begged to buy their lives back, just like Wang Ji, but this is not in accordance with the rules."

"Kill!" The man's eyes were fierce, and the killers around him suddenly rushed in.

Ning Yu came out on this trip, without holding a sword, only the dagger in his sleeve was useful.

There are also a few packets of poison powder.

The moment the killer rushed in, she swept forward with force on her toes, and the poison powder on her hand was scattered in the wind.

The first group of killers fell to the ground with a bang.

The previous man was stunned for a moment, and the commander continued to move forward.

I had long heard that this Wang Ji was powerful, so this time they dispatched almost all of their manpower.

The man who bought his life was also broad, 50,000 taels to buy a life, and after receiving the money, he had to do it, otherwise there would be only one dead word.

……

After Zhao Ping took the medicine, he rushed to Luode Town's Lutuo Village day and night.

At night, Zhao Ping came in the moonlight.

Seeing the continuous torches and tents at the foot of the mountain, Zhao Ping breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down his horse and headed towards the tent.

When they saw someone coming, the soldiers gathered together. Raise the torch and see that it was Zhao Ping!

"General Zhao?"

Didn't the general run away in anger that day, why did he come back again?

"What about Ann and Wang Ji?" Zhao Ping asked, bending down and dismounting.

"Wang Ji, she's gone up the mountain." The soldier said, "I said I was going to go around and visit my old friends." ”

Zhao Ping's color changed suddenly.

"Wang Ji is in trouble, hurry up and go up the mountain as a team!" Zhao Ping turned over and got on the horse.

"Wang Ji ......"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up! Didn't you listen to General Ben's words again? Zhao Ping reined in his horse and shook his whip, "General Ben goes first, you hurry up!" ”

The black steed galloped like a gallop towards the mountain.

The soldiers looked at each other.

A leader said: "Let's go, leave some people here, if Wang Ji comes back, send someone to the mountain to return to the gift!" ”

After all, the two masters were on the mountain, and if they were in trouble, they wouldn't have to live.

Thousands of soldiers galloped up the hill in an instant.

Zhao Ping met Mu Zuo on the way up the mountain.

The two looked at each other, and Mu Zuo hurriedly said: "General, someone wants to assassinate Wang Ji!" ”

Zhao Ping's face was as cold as ice, "Where is she now?" ”

Mu Zuo pointed to the north, "Wang Ji led people to the north, there are a lot of people who came this time, general, you go first, I'll go back to find someone!" "Rotten Books Network

As he spoke, the sound of horses' hooves behind him gradually became clear.

Zhao Ping: "I've ordered them to come up, go!" ”

Mu Zuo turned the horse's head, followed behind Zhao Ping, and galloped towards the north.

……

Ning Yu is in danger now.

Now the people around me are falling one after another.

The poison on his body had been dissipated, and Ning Yu held a dagger in his hand and fought with people.

The white clothes were bright red, I don't know if it was her blood or someone else's blood.

"Wang Ji—"

Feng Lian and others arrived.

Feng Lian also dispersed the poison and put down a group of people, but for the current situation, it was just to stop the boiling.

Ning Yu pursed her lips, spun around and put down a person, held on to the stump next to her hand, and covered her lips and coughed.

"Wang Ji be careful—"

Ning Yi rushed over, but he only had time to block the sword with his body.

"Ning Yi!"

Ning Yu shouted, Ning Yi smashed into Ning Yu's arms, and she raised her hand to hold his hand. The sword in Ning's hand plunged into the man's chest.

The sword pierced straight into Ning Yi's heart, and Ning Yi's chest was stabbed out of a bloody hole.

The moment he fell, he was lifeless.

Ning Yu's eyes couldn't help but redden, but she knew that at this time, crying couldn't solve the problem.

What Daddy said, she remembers clearly.

If you die, you will be born after death!

Ning Yu took the long sword in Ning Yi's hand and rushed forward.

But there are times when people are exhausted. There are a large number of people on the other side, there are few people on her side, and the knights are too busy to take care of themselves, so they can't rush at all.

The sword in Ning Yu's hand was picked off.

The sword whirls in the air and finally plunges into the earth.

Looking at the sword flying in the air, Ning Yu couldn't help but think of Zhao Ping, the seriousness between his eyebrows when he handed her the Ziyun Sword, the brazenness between his eyebrows when he taught her to dance the sword, and the playful smile on the corner of her lips when she danced the sword.

Several swords were across her neck.

"Wang Ji—"

Ning Yu heard a heart-rending shout, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Today's disaster is still to blame for her carelessness.

It's her who is sorry for everyone.

Grievances and grievances will be liquidated in the next life.

Someone picked her chin.

Ning Yu opened his eyes, it was the person from before.

His gaze was aggressive.

Ning Yu turned his head to avoid his touch, and his neck rubbed against the sword, and a cut was made in an instant.

Blood flowed onto the snow-white collar.

"If you want to kill, you will kill." Ning Yu said.

The man sighed: "It's strange that such a beautiful woman with such a symbol died like this, and ......"

Before the word "pity" could be spoken, Ning Yu heard the sound of sharp blades entering the flesh.

This was followed by the sound of soldiers falling to the ground.

An inkrobe descended from the sky.

A pair of powerful hands wrapped around her waist and carried her out of the encirclement.

The technique is clean and neat, and the speed is as fast as lightning, who else can have such skills except Zhao Ping?

Ning Yu hooked his neck with both hands, and the faint smell of grass filled her nose, calming her frantic mind.

Zhao Ping's face was calm, his thin lips were pursed, his face was solemn, and his body was as imposing and cold as Shura!

She has seen Zhao Ping with a shy face and a smile, and she has seen Zhao Ping who is calm and composed, but she has never seen such a Zhao Ping.

Zhao Ping held Ning Yu in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, and with his own strength, he forced back the attack of dozens of people!

He carried the girl in his arms and wandered around hundreds of people, acting like a ghost.

The sword does not go empty, and it beckons to take people's lives.

Where have the killers ever seen such a god-killer?!

Even the deputy leader in charge of the operation was killed by him!