Meng Yong stopped suddenly, and the bottom of his eyes shrank from the scene in the distance.

Zhao Chen is still vaguely handsome as before, but his eyebrows and eyes are quiet, and he no longer has a fresh and flying look, nor does he have a frivolous and wanton posture.

At this time, she took the dagger as if no one was around, and the next moment it was pressed against her throat, and the blade went into the flesh.

The red flowed through her pale phalanges, and in an instant the velvet was wet, but she still pressed against it, and there was no doubt that with just one more effort, she would kill herself.

At this time, the Cang Lie beside her moved.

He took out the dagger again, stuffed it into her free left hand, and said something in his ear, and then saluted Meng Yong, Shi Shiran took the dumb slave and retreated, and the figure quickly disappeared.

"Is this bastard going to run?" Xuan Qing was stunned and sighed.

They naturally saw that something was wrong with Zhao Chen, and they also knew that they couldn't chase Cang Lie at this time, otherwise the one who stood in the way would probably commit suicide without hesitation.

Meng Yong didn't answer, and quietly watched Zhao Chen come over, and he was greeted with a bloody temperature, which made him purse his lips.

What a ruthless and hard heart.

He exhaled lightly, the white mist dissipated the haunting blood qi, and then made a gesture, signaling the person behind him to retreat to the mountain road, and he walked forward step by step to meet Zhao Chen.

"She's obviously delirious now, you can't find death!" Xuan Qing snorted, "The other party left her here alone, how could it not be in vain waiting for you to save her!" ”

Meng Yong glanced back at him, as if mocking and seeming thoroughly, not only did he ignore him, but he didn't stop at all until he was very close to Zhao Chen.

Kill him, kill him with your own hands—

Zhao Chen's expression was blank, and the fierce voice seemed to be still ringing in her ears, and it seemed to have been engraved into her consciousness when it entered her ears, so that she could not have the intention of resisting.

So, Zhao Chen slowly raised his left hand, and the dagger approached Meng Yong's chest inch by inch, although slowly but without hesitation.

Meng Yong didn't hide, the situation was extremely clear, either let her stab her, or she would wipe her neck, it was obviously a situation of choosing one of two lives.

He looked down at her, thinking of the dream from a few days ago, which seemed to be the same situation...

The dagger pierced through the dark red robe, and the tip of the knife cut through the flesh, and everyone in the distance was frightened, and when they couldn't help but step forward, the surrounding qi suddenly changed somewhat.

It's fleeting, but it's enough for those who should be aware of it.

"Who!" Xuan Qing asked.

As soon as the words started, a person broke out of the shadows, directly attacking Meng Yong, who was being held by Zhao Chen with a dagger to his chest, and at the same moment, a large number of people climbed from the cliff to the top of the mountain, blocking Xuanqing and others at the narrow mountain pass.

The timing was just right.

At this time, Meng Yong was in the isolation field, there was no help, and he was about to be injured without resistance, and someone came to sit back and enjoy the results, and he could easily take Meng Yong's life.

But in an instant, the most undesirable thing happened—

Zhao Chen's face quickly turned gray, but his eyes suddenly lit up terrifyingly, the dagger that had been pierced into Meng Yong's chest turned around with the red of the tip of the knife, and softly greeted the comer.

The dagger around her neck pierced the edge of her heart almost at the same time, and the terrible sound of insects came out through her body.

The two soldiers collided, accompanied by Meng Yong's cold sigh that he couldn't distinguish joy and anger.

The horse chopping knife carried a huge force, and as soon as Zhao Chen came into contact, the person flew backwards with the momentum, and he didn't use any strength to catch it at all, but it was just a buffer for Meng Yong, who was sneak attacked.

also disturbed this last fish from thousands of miles by the way-

"I don't want the general to sneak attack." Meng Yong blocked the knife.

"You haven't done it before?" Kungo put away his knife and slashed again.

When the two fought, Zhao Chen's whole body smashed into the rock, his left arm was unconscious, his internal organs also seemed to be repositioned, and his eyes were black, and it took a while to relieve his breath.

The Gu worm in her body, which was pinned by the dagger, was struggling hysterically at the moment, trying to crawl back into her heart.

Zhao Chen's eyes were cold, and he pushed the dagger a few more points before he stood up with difficulty, transported the pitiful amount of internal force, and turned around the already broken meridians.

Cang Lie didn't go far, so she had to leave as soon as possible, otherwise the current sobriety would disappear quickly.

Zhao Chen looked at Meng Yong and found that he had been distracted and paying attention to this side, the meaning in his eyes was unclear, but sharp and stinging.

It seems that some things are self-explanatory.

Zhao Chen couldn't help but sigh, didn't say anything, stumbled towards the back mountain, and disappeared into the cold fog alone.

Meng Yong looked back at the light and suppressed the fluctuations in between.

So far, who is the layout person? Who is the fisherman waiting with a fishing rod?

He couldn't help sneering, slashed Kungo with all his strength, tore off the long cloth wrapped around his back with one hand, and shook it with his backhand, taking the initiative to meet the horse chopping knife that attacked again.

The cloth shredded inch by inch, revealing the artifacts with long arms inside.

Kun Wu was taken off guard, his face changed greatly, and he retreated sharply despite being stabbed, "You! How could it be with you! ”

"Chu Yuan!" Meng Yong didn't answer, but raised his voice.

At the mountain road, Chu Yuan threw the gun in his hand at Meng Yong without hesitation, not the cold iron gun in Zhao Chen's bedroom, but the exact same iron gun in imitation.

Meng Yong put the cold iron spear head in place, and then looked at Kun Wu, who was frozen in the distance, as if he had fallen into a demonic barrier.

"When King Wu defeated the general in front of the palace, the general was unwilling for more than ten years, no matter why the general came today, Meng Mou fulfilled the general's wish to fight again as a send-off."

In the battle in front of the palace many years ago, he was defeated when he was most arrogant, and before he could fight again, a mourning report came back from the border pass...

At this moment, the spear stood as if the soul of an old man had returned, and the two straight figures blurred and overlapped.

Kun Wu raised his eyes suddenly, and at the same time understood that if the other party dared not to shy away, then he would be killed today, which meant that the other party was full of murderous intent.

Not only to kill him, but also to kill him all—

The spear was like a swimming dragon, and the cold light of the tip of the spear pierced the air, straight to Kunwu's neck.

It was only at this time that Kun Wu clearly discovered that Meng Yong's best skill was not the Yanling sword, nor the Admiral's sword, but the spear of the army-breaking hundred battles handed down by the old martial king.

It is also a marksmanship that everyone in the Great Chu Army can learn.

The power of the chopping horse and knife broke through a thousand jun, and he took this shot without weakness, in terms of martial arts, none of them would be inferior to anyone, and if they wanted to divide life and death, they would definitely be different from the previous battles.

The two of them didn't have any superfluous moves, their moves were condensed, and one move was comparable to a hundred moves, and they were all rushing to take each other's lives.

Meng Yong held the gun with one arm, swept away the slashing knife, and the body of the gun suddenly stabbed straight through, suddenly slashing the side of Kunwu's neck; Kun Wu slashed sideways, shaking Meng Yong's arm with the sound of bones shattering.

The people on both sides who had fought from the mountain road to the clearing at the top of the mountain involuntarily stayed away from them, for fear of being stirred in.

It wasn't until a roar of pouring and killing sounded that everyone couldn't help but look at it.

It was the sound of rapid bursts of through, and it was Kungo's throat that was pierced, and the cold iron spear pierced through the whole root, the head of the spear piercing into the mountain wall behind it, and the body of the spear still shook itself.

Almost at the same time, the horse chopping knife took the last strength of the master and slashed obliquely into Meng Yong's ribs.