After fighting for so long, one person was finally determined to have completely lost his combat effectiveness, and the Qin Kill in Guan Kuo's hand was still wielding.

This point is completely different from what the people in the two mansions of literature and commerce thought before the battle.

It's just that he has persevered until now, Guan Kuo has also paid a great price, his body is covered with knife marks, and some places are even blurred with flesh and blood, and the severity of his injuries is not slighter than when he fought with the Tu people in Northern Xinjiang.

The traceless mane fluttered in the wind, turning a vivid red, and it carried Guan Kuo to knock over the two of them, standing in place, briefly looking at the nineteen people who had gathered around them with complicated expressions.

Blood flowed down the broad wrist of the knife, then extended to the hilt, and turned into a line of blood along the blade, dripping from the tip of the knife to the ground.

"Tick."

"Tick."

……

It's so slight that no one can hear it.

Guan Kuo's right hand loosened, clenched it again, and looked at the five people who fell to the ground in the crowd who rushed over with knives, and calculated, I don't know if I can sit on the back of the trace after killing the rest of the people.

Until now, he has finally shown a little fatigue, which often occurs when he is in the northern Xinjiang, but since the abrupt army led by Ashina Qin was defeated and he gradually returned to Chang'an, this feeling basically will not happen.

Until today.

may still need to be put to death and reborn, just like the decisive battle with the Soviet Union and India at that time.

His eyes looked ahead and in the distance, and suddenly he thought of the sentence that was widely circulated in the army-

Shoot the man first and shoot the horse, and capture the thief first and capture the king.

There is only one way out for him, although at the moment, it seems that it is a bit difficult to do so with his own strength.

"What will General Zhenwei do in such a situation?" Guan Kuo asked at Wuji.

Without a trace, he hissed, did not give any more answer, and did not follow his advice, and continued to charge against the dense blades in front of him.

Guan Kuo understood.

The road ahead is difficult, how?

Break!

His brothers in Northern Xinjiang who were not afraid of death were all in that distant place, and they all guarded the stability and peace of the Northern Tang Dynasty, and the glory and wealth of the various provinces of Chang'an, all of which were built on this. But those sons and daughters in Chang'an all take this for granted, so he has a reason and qualification to teach them how to behave as a person in northern Xinjiang.

"Your comfort is what we brought," Guan Kuo said, "Today, I have the right to take it back in the name of the boys of Northern Xinjiang!" ”

No one understood what he was talking about, and why such a sentence suddenly appeared, but the people in Chang'an who were hiding felt an abstract grandeur from this sentence.

"Poof—"

A long knife slashed through his waist, and a line of blood appeared.

"Khooth!"

Qin killed at the same time, and then picked up, picked people up high, and smashed them out.

Like a boulder thrown from a siege engine, the three of them rolled to the ground.

"Phew!"

Another slash, slashed from the back of the nobody.

The expression of the traceless was even more fierce, as if nothing had been suffered, knocking the person to the ground.

The combination of the two of them burst out with dazzling brilliance at this moment, almost dissipating the darkness of the sky and releasing a bright blue sky.

Shang Weeping Liu's previously interrupted count had already continued, but her expression became more and more gloomy, because she had already counted to fifty.

She can only retell the scene outside through the personal maid next to the sedan chair, and then imagine it herself, because she disdains to look at the embarrassment of Guan Kuo, although the personal maid has great emotional fluctuations because of what she has seen and heard, and the scene she relays is more and more unfavorable to the second mansion of literature and commerce. But because of pride and prejudice, Shang Weeping Liu didn't think that Guan Kuo could make any big waves.

"It's already fifty," she paused, her voice cold and emotionless, "after thirty, for every extra ten, there will be one more night of time in the pool, you can weigh it yourself." Despite this, Miss Ben doesn't have much patience, if she still wants to live a good life in my business mansion, then show me, I won't believe duplicity, such people are useless to our business mansion. ”

On the one hand, she felt that the majesty of her merchant's daughter had been violated, on the other hand, she understood Wen Yuhao's mood very well, she knew that if she wanted to prevent Wen Yuhao from killing Guan Kuo directly on impulse, only taking it quickly would reduce the anger of the other party, and the longer the time dragged on, the deeper Wen Yuhao's hatred for Guan Kuo would be, and then she was afraid that she would not be able to stop the other party.

The personal maid was the closest to Shang Weeping Willow, and she also listened to Shang Weeping Liu's words the most sincerely, but she looked at Guan Kuo, who was about to break through the encirclement several times in the distance, and her heart tightened from time to time, she knew very well that the people in the Second Mansion of Literature and Commerce had done their best.

It's just that Shang Weeping Willow doesn't understand.

"Miss......" she leaned closer to the curtain and said softly and fearfully, "I feel...... There's something wrong with that guy......"

Inside the sedan chair, there was no sound for a long time.

The personal maid was a little nervous, thinking about her words, logically speaking, it was not a stupid thing to offend Shang Weeping Willow.

After a while, Shang Weeliu spoke: "Say, what do you think?" ”

The personal maid secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said: "He seems to be a little too strong, a little outrageously strong, looking at his appearance, maybe one person can be worth more than a dozen people from Tao Mansion." ”

"That's a stupid idea." Shang Weeping Willow's voice was extremely cold.

The reason why she was willing to listen to her personal maid to continue to talk was because she was different from Wen Yuhao, she still kept some reason, she knew very well the combat effectiveness of the guards of the Shang Mansion, and she couldn't take it now, except that it was possible that those people didn't do their best, Guan Kuo must also have some problems, but her maid actually exaggerated that a Guan Kuo was worth more than a dozen Tao Mansions, which made her annoyed.

"Palm your mouth, I didn't shout to stop, I didn't stop!"

The personal maid did feel that she was too stupid, but she didn't think that her own views were wrong, but that she had too many mouths, and Shang Weeping Liu regarded herself very high and high, and she simply did not allow any views that would attack the authority of the Shang government.

She smiled wryly and began to slap her mouth.

It may be a little painful, but as a personal maid who is closer to Shang Weeping Willow, her punishments are beyond the reach of others in the Shang Mansion.

While she was making palm movements, her expression froze slightly, because she saw that in the battle group in front of her, Guan Kuo got off the horse.

(End of chapter)