Mu Dianke was stunned for a moment, and a pair of smoky eyes were washed clear by Shui Ze, and he was instantly grabbed by fear.

This is the first time that Chang Qianfo has seen the emotions in Mu Dianke's eyes so clearly and clearly, he saw his reflection in those watery eyes, and his heart was full of happy emotions mixed with apologies. He said, "I lied to you, I was only slightly injured. ”

Mu Dian didn't seem to understand, and after a while, he woke up like a dream and said "oh". The stupid and confused appearance made Chang Qianfo feel pain when he saw it.

I heard her whisper: "Chang Qianfo, you can't die. ”

She raised her eyes and looked at him steadily, as if she wanted to see his heart, and as if she wanted to expand his appearance and store it in her heart: "You can't die again." ”

The world is so big, and I'm so small. Those who loved me and those I loved were gone one by one. I don't have much left, I can't lose anymore.

Chang Qianfo, since you are here, please take care of yourself, and don't leave me.

There was water gushing out of her eyes, and her dark pupils were like pearls stained with dew, dazzling, but with heavy sorrow: "Chang Qianfo, you promise me that you must be good." ”

Chang Qianfo's heart was so soft that it turned into a puddle of water: "Okay, I promise you." ”

Mu Dianke put his head on Chang Qianfo's chest, quickly turned his head, raised his sleeve and wiped it on his eyes, and muttered: "The wind is so strong, the sand is blowing into your eyes again." ”

When he looked up, his eyes were slightly red, but his expression had almost recovered, and there was a trace of uneasiness and confusion that he was afraid of being exposed, and said, "I'll help you go there to sit down." ”

Chang Qianfo didn't wear her either, raised his hand and brushed her messy hair, and said, "Okay." ”

Mu Dian can help Chang Qianfo to sit down on a large rock.

Chang Qianfo is well versed in medical science, cultivates the Dharma, meditates quietly and closes his eyes for a while, and gradually recovers the color of blood on his pale face, and his breath is also stable.

At this time, the cavalry at the forefront of the display had already rushed over. The horses' hooves trampled on the ground, falling like a drum in a dense and rhythmic manner, and the ground trembled.

Hundreds of tornadoes came, and smoke and dust rose from it.

Two soldiers armed with spears rushed to the left and the right, and at the same time stabbed at Chang Qianfo and Mu Dianke.

Mu Dianke leaned sideways, grabbed the spear in the hand of the soldier on the right with both hands, turned over with the help of a hand, and threw himself at the soldier on the left. With a sword in his hand, he cut the soldier's throat, snatched the spear from the soldier's hand, and raised his backhand to block the soldier on the right and stab the spear head-on.

After all, she is a woman, and her strength is quite inferior to that of soldiers who have been practicing martial arts for many years, and there are new and old injuries to her shoulder and elbow.

With both kicks in the belly of the horse, the body quickly leans back, and the horse rushes to the right.

Holding the Fish Intestine Sword in his hand, he drew a smooth semi-circular arc in the air, the tip of which fell to the soldier's abdomen, bringing up a long stream of blood as it was raised.

All this happened between the lightning and flint, and when the cavalry behind rushed up, Mu Dianke had already taken the lead, and with a handful of his spear, he pierced the soldier who rushed to the front.

Leaning over, he slid off the horse's back, grabbed the saddle with one hand, hung diagonally under the horse's belly, and held the fish intestine sword in his right hand, and followed the horse to gallop wildly through a group of iron horses.

Seeing the shadow of the horse's hooves, Mu Dian Ke clenched his short sword and slashed at the horse's legs.

The fish intestine sword is a sword left down from the Warring States Period, which can be broken by blowing, sharpened iron like clay, and cut flesh and blood.

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But seeing the cold light passing by, there were flying horses' hooves cut off everywhere, and the section was as smooth as a mirror, and not even a drop of blood splashed out.

The horse galloped at a fast pace, and after breaking its leg, it rushed out four or five feet before falling.

Some had their front hooves cut off, and they swooped down to the ground unsteadily; Some had two left legs cut off and tumbled over with a long hiss; The horses in front of them collided with the horses behind, blocking the way and causing the horses behind to crash into them.

At one moment, the horses stumbled, fell and knocked over, people screamed, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Fang Xian took the lead, leading a group of soldiers from the Divine Arrow Battalion to gallop over, his face so gloomy that he could squeeze out water. Bent the bow and arrow, and an arrow was sharp, shooting at Mu Dianke's head.

Mu Dianke's head was deflected, and the feather arrow grazed his sideburns, scraping a deep blood mark on his sideburns.

Fang Xian led the arrow and fired it again.

At this time, the general who led the army had already commanded the chaotic situation to calm down, and loudly reprimanded the cavalry behind to retreat. With two personal soldiers, he stabbed at Mu Dianke with a spear.

The soldiers of the Divine Arrow Battalion behind Fang Xian also chased after him, and together they pulled their bows and arrows, pulling their bows like a full moon, and shooting towards Mu Dianke in unison.

Mu Dianke was forced to abandon his horse and flee, and his body retreated sharply.

The soldiers of the Arrow Battalion were well-trained and agile. When an arrow is shot, he quickly raises his hand to take the arrow, draws the bow and shoots again, the action is neat and the coordination is seamless, and there is almost no interval between the arrows.

For a while, the rain of arrows was overwhelming, so dense that even the moonlight above his head could not be penetrated.

Chang Qianfo overturned dozens of cavalry alone, and was fighting endlessly with a group of soldiers who were holding the battle, and his face couldn't help but change greatly when he saw this situation. At that moment, he no longer showed mercy, and struck out with full force with his palm, killing three people in an instant, forcing the besieging soldiers back three steps away.

As soon as everyone retreated, Chang Qianfo no longer did entanglement, pulled up, rushed away like a frightened wind, and swept away from the ground to Mu Dianke in a blink of an eye.

Watching the arrows, listening to the wind, dodging the attack of the group of arrows, snatching Mu Dianke into his arms, and taking her to the right, four or five flying arrows flew overhead.

There was a sharp pain in his thigh, and a stream of heat gushed out, but it was Fang Xian who shot an arrow.

Chang Qianfo gritted his teeth, exerted force on one leg, held Mu Dian Ke and bounced into the air, spun in the air, and his body rotated at high speed, like a sharp and flexible steel shuttle, flying forward in the gap between the arrow rain.

The body was stirred up by a strong wind, so that the surrounding arrows lost their heads.

After dozens of feet, both of them fell to the ground. Mu Dian Ke quickly turned over and got up, and he didn't care about the defense of men and women, and groped for Chang Qianfo with both hands: "Chang Qianfo, are you injured, ah, where are you injured?" ”

Suddenly, his hand touched something sticky, and when he raised his hand, his five fingers were covered with blood, and his eyes were damp all of a sudden.

Chang Qianfo said softly: "It's okay, it's just that I hurt my leg, and I didn't hurt it." ”

And he said, "Give me the sword." ”

Mu Dian didn't dare to make a mistake, and hurriedly handed over the fish intestine sword with both hands.

Chang Qianfo lifted the placket of his clothes and tore the clothes at his thighs with neat movements. He picked up a dead branch and put it in his mouth, held the arrow in one hand, held the short sword in the other, and moved his wrist sharply to dig out the arrow with blood.

Mu Dianke watched from the sidelines, tears were about to fall.

Chang Qianfo raised his head and smiled: "Fortunately, it is not deep." ”

A dense layer of sweat on his forehead was as big as a bean, and he couldn't hang it anymore, dripping down his angular face.