Not long after the two left, the man in black chased after him.

When they came out of the woods, they divided into two routes, one on horseback and the other on foot.

"That's right! She ran so far. The leader stretched out his hand to twist the blood on the ground, and said, "They shouldn't have gone far, let's chase after them!" ”

After speaking, everyone got on their horses and galloped away.

......

After they rode their horses for a while, they found traces of them again.

The leader stepped forward and stopped the two.

The little beggar slowly put Qianwu down and laughed at himself: "It seems that if we want to escape today, we really need a pair of wings!" ”

"Today you can't escape even if you have wings! He's wounded, let's go together! ”

The leader dismounted with his sword and stabbed the little beggar, and the rest of the people also struck one after another.

The man in black no longer cares about Qianwu and begins to concentrate on dealing with the little beggar.

They didn't know that the mouthful of blood just now was not the prince's, but Qianwu's.

They thought that the prince was injured and it was easier to deal with, as long as the prince was caught, she had great ability, and she could only be captured.

But Qianwu has no great ability, she still doesn't know how to cause a backlash.

After trying just now, she already felt that the immortal method was indeed useless.

She also knew that once the men in black found out that she was injured, she would become their main target, and the little beggar would be even more useless.

She couldn't use it unless she had to.

But her swordsmanship is too poor, and she now wishes that she is not a fairy, but a swordsman, so that she can help the little beggar!

Qianwu saw that there was another scuffle, anxiously and helplessly watching the little beggar fighting bravely in front of him, but he could only stand aside and watch.

Seeing that the little beggar's physical strength was weakening more and more, and there were already a few more scars on his body, Qianwu was even more anxious.

At this time, the two masters of the men in black showed their true skills.

It turned out that they were fighting with wheels.

The level of the two masters is basically about the same as that of the little beggar, plus a group of people, he can't bear it anymore, and there are more and more sword wounds on his body.

Qianwu stood aside, constantly consuming spiritual power, secretly healing his wounds.

She had already injured her body just now, and now she was consuming her spiritual energy, and she was getting more and more tired, and her forehead was already full of fine beads of sweat.

The black-clad man's attacks became more ferocious.

His injuries are getting worse and worse, and Chigo is almost unable to protect him.

At this time, a man in black was about to stab the little beggar from behind, she saw that he was too late to take precautions, she subconsciously struck, and an aura slashed through the air, not only blocking the man's sword, but also knocking everyone to the ground.

Qianwu used some strength to do this, and the backlash became more ferocious, and another mouthful of blood spit on the ground.

The little beggar hurriedly stepped forward and held her, and when he saw everyone fall to the ground, he hurriedly picked her up and fled again.

The crowd received a blow and some minor injuries.

The two masters reacted immediately and continued to chase after each other.

The little beggar held the somewhat weak Qianwu and kept running, his mouth full of worry, "It's okay, I'll take you to the doctor!" ”

Qianwu lay in his arms and said a little weakly: "It's useless, I'll just wait by myself." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand to the little beggar's wound and injected spiritual energy, and soon those wounds were all healed again.

Chigo smiled, and lay in his arms a little tired.

This backlash is really ...... It hurts...... It hurts......