The white knuckles were like a beast roaring in the wind, Meng Jinghuai's dark blue robe had been dyed bright red into ink, he only held the hilt of the sword on Shen Zhihe's abdomen in a daze, his hand trembled, and he didn't dare to move a bit:

"Ah He, it's going to be fine......"

The secret guard at the other end had already wiped out most of the Assassins, and those Assassins were completely dead, with a fierce knife that only pierced the shoulder bones, exactly like the commonplace in the Outlands.

"Madame!"

Ying'er staggered to the carriage, and the scene made her suffocated, so she only knelt beside Shen Zhihe, tears falling uncontrollably.

Meng Jinghuai's heavy black eyebrows were tightly twisted, the raging wind mixed with blood blowing on his face, he lowered his eyes and watched the person lying in his arms, and carried Shen Zhihe into the carriage.

Shen Zhihe's consciousness was already on the verge of drowsiness, the pain was tearing at the last strength, she forcibly tugged at Meng Jinghuai's sleeve, and her voice was so light that it seemed to drift away with the wind:

"I ...... I want to go back to Huai'an......"

As soon as the words fell, Shen Zhihe lost all his strength, his bony hands hung down weakly, and his eyes were closed, and he had already fainted.

"Madame—"

Ying'er's lips trembled when she opened and closed, she desperately regained her senses, looked sideways, and pinned her hopes on the dead man beside her.

Meng Jinghuai's hand stained by the tumbling red spring pressed under the hard seat of the carriage, and a black bottle popped out, and he quickly sprinkled the powder in the bottle on Shen Zhihe's wound, and the corners of his thin lips and eyes were as cold as broken snow.

"Watch her, someone will take you home."

Ying'er trembled all over, and when she saw that Shen Zhihe's abdomen had stopped bleeding quickly, she was finally relieved, but the sword was extremely terrifying, and the cold air invaded her dry throat: "Then young master, you...... What about you? ”

Meng Jinghuai was stunned, he reached out and stroked Shen Zhihe's cheek, as if muttering something, and then gave her a kiss on the forehead-

The unfathomable wind under his eyes peeled off the scars that devoured his bones and pierced his heart, and he was only the most devout believer in Shen Zhihe's dark thorns.

Then he rolled and dismounted, and the anger that had been suppressed in his heart burst out, and he stepped over to the dead Assassin, drew his sword, and without hesitation slashed at the assassin's neck.

The blade sliced through the bones of the skin, and it was shattered.

The Buddha bell on his waist did not stop, unable to hold back the sudden and sad wind in the sky, and the sky was gloomy and imminent, and he couldn't hide Meng Jinghuai's hatred in his heart.

Meng Jinghuai didn't stop, he stepped into the air, and went straight to the place where the river was fighting, and the secret guards didn't have time to see who it was, and the assassin in front of him had already been sealed by a sword.

His sword was fierce, and his eyes only revealed the attack that was going to devour the assassins alive, like a trapped beast roaring and swallowing the complex and rich ashes, and the three-foot Qingfeng only let them sacrifice with blood.

After a long time, there were only a few remnants of the assassins, and the galaxy in Meng Jing's eyes was shattered, and he had already killed the red eyes, and the secret guards withdrew their hands one after another, resisting the whistling sword wind, and did not dare to step forward.

"Stop—"

When Meng Jinghuai's sword was only half an inch away from the throat of the last assassin, a voice came from behind him, and a silver light flashed in the air, it was a few silver needles that had not been quenched, and there was no blood in the needles, and the assassin fell to the ground and fainted.

"Jing Huai!" It was still the white satin gown, and a green xia hat covered his face, Xie Wuyu stopped Meng Jinghuai's sword on one side, and the sword wind made his heart feel dull, and he broke his last blow:

"Stay alive."

Meng Jinghuai's sword edge was in a hurry, and when he saw Xie Wuyu's face clearly, his eyes regained a little clarity, and he could not stop it, but the sword qi still drew a shocking mark on Xie Wuyu's robe.

Xie Wuwei snorted, he was lucky, stepped forward to pry open the mouth of the fallen assassin, and there was indeed a poison pill hidden between his teeth, presumably if he was caught, he would take the poison and kill himself, so as not to give the enemy a chance to force a confession.

It's all a bunch of dead soldiers.

"What about her."

Meng Jinghuai was completely silent, his eyes turned to the sky, his eyes turned to the sky, his eyes were sideways, his voice was hoarse, and there was a wreckage under his feet.

"I have sent someone back to your Meng Mansion." Xie Wuwei was silent, lifted the veil, and met the frost in people's eyes, looking at Meng Jinghuai's expression, he was only secretly frightened, "Don't worry, I've arranged everything." ”

In the two years he was in the border region, he had never seen Meng Jinghuai look so out of control.

"It looks like the remnants of the sky." Seeing that Meng Jinghuai was silent, Xie Wufu turned to look at the wreckage on the ground and said in a deep voice.

The wind swept through Meng Jinghuai's side, blowing the Buddha bell on his waist, blowing his sideburns and flying, his eyebrows were full of rivers, he was still holding a sword in his hand, the blade of the sword hung down, and the bright red dripping sand fell into the sand.

"Check."

After a long time, Meng Jinghuai finally opened his mouth again, just one word, cold as refinement, like the sorrowful cry of a goshawk on the Saibei Desert, his eyes were cold and cold, and he was shackled and barren, all of which fell under his eyes.

"Something is strange, how could Sikong's gang suddenly appear in Luoyang and hurt your wife?" Xie Wuyu's angular eyebrows furrowed, as if he wanted to pierce the night.

Meng Jinghuai lowered his eyes, and swung his sword to slash and cut off the right leg of the assassin who had fainted, and the sharp blood, red, and splatter, reflecting the scarlet under his eyes, but not staining him for half a point.

Xie Wuyu's breath stagnated.

"Send it to the Dark Pavilion, no matter what method you use, pry his mouth open for me."

Meng Jinghuai lowered his voice and spoke very slowly, but it instantly froze the hearts of those present.

The fierce night wind turned into a blade and slashed across his cheek, and the boundless darkness of the night disappeared from all the stars, and even the bright moon was swallowed up, and the darkness was terrifying.

"I understand." Half a sound, Xie Wuyu broke the dead silence.

Meng Jinghuai put the sword into the sheath, motioned to the secret guards to clean up the scene, and turned to leave.

"Jing Huai," Xie Wuyu slowly followed, shaking the bone fan, "Your attack has spread all over Luoyang, can you have a countermeasure?" ”

"To the outside world, it is only said that it is a sin in vain."

Meng Jinghuai raised his hand and wiped the dirt on his face, the tiger's mouth was in severe pain, he lifted his eyes, it turned out that he had used too much force, and the hilt of the sword had worn out the tiger's mouth.

"I'll pry his mouth open." Xie Wufu glanced away and looked away, his eyes flickering, "The sixty-two punishments in the dark pavilion can always make you angry." ”

"Who told you I wanted to get angry." Meng Jinghuai's footsteps paused slightly, his eyes were sideways, and the green tendons on his forehead were looming, but he showed a smile, "Check to the end, clear up." ”

The words in his ears were cold and ruthless, Xie Wuyu's face was unwavering, but there was a storm in his heart, and he held the knuckles of the bone fan and moved: "You stopped the bleeding in time, I have sent the best doctor of the Xie family, my life will not be hindered, but it is ......"

"Just what?" Meng Jinghuai interrupted, his eyes were scarlet deeper, and his tone was trembling.

Xie Wuyu sighed slightly and didn't look at his eyes: "The wound is a little deep, I'm afraid that it will be extremely painful when I take the sword, and I'm also afraid that it will hurt my internal organs." ”

Meng Jing's hand holding the hilt of the sword suddenly tightened, and the Seven Kills, Broken Souls, and Yu sheath trembled silently.

The scene of Shen Zhihe's last speaking to himself suddenly appeared in front of him, the person in his arms was pale, his abdomen was bloody, red, and stained him, and the person trembled, and only said to himself:

"You're lying to me again......"

"I just asked you...... You said it clearly...... Say it doesn't hurt ......"

Meng Jinghuai swallowed the blood fiercely, his complexion was gloomy, and his jawline was as tight as frost, which made his hair stand out.

"Let's go." After a long time, Meng Jinghuai turned around, strode towards the Xie family's horse, and turned over.

Xie Wuyu followed, raised his horsewhip, thought about it and added: "...... It's going to be fine. ”

Meng Jinghuai held the bridle with his left hand, raised the whip with his right hand, the sound of breaking the air was extremely clear, the horse's hooves did not stop, the wind poured into his neck, and the cold entered his bones, leaving Xie Wuyu behind him in an instant.

His eyes were mixed with the cold moon and cold pool, and his murmur passed away with the galloping horse:

"Of course it'll be fine."

"Even if I go to the underworld in a hundred years, I will overturn her Meng Po soup."