He was covered in blood, holding a long sword, and he was unwilling to fall down even though he had only one breath left, and his dark face had a hideous and terrifying smile, like a devil coming out of Asura.

For a while, the surrounding guards were frightened, and they didn't dare to come close again.

"Whoever injures His Highness will die." The faint voice, as if it had magical power, slammed into the hearts of every guard around him, trembling.

In the rising sun, the sword was raised again, and only red fell in front of his eyes, and in a moment the guards around him were killed and wounded in a miserable scream.

The long sword stood on the ground, supporting his crumbling body, and at the moment when he was gasping for breath, the afterglow swept towards the dozen archers in front of him, and he shouted: "Your Highness." The body was like an arrow off the string, rushing towards Yuwen Yongrui and hugging Yuwen Yongrui at the same time, arrows from afar swarmed in. Dozens of arrows almost pierced Mo Feng's back, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spat on Yuwen Yongrui's shoulder again.

Yuwen Yongrui's eyes were red and he shouted: "Mo Feng! ”

"Kill ......" More than a dozen big sword guards rushed up, and the hand full of blood untied a piece of jade from his waist and stuffed it into Yuwen Yongrui's hand, and whispered in Yuwen Yongrui's ear: "Your Highness, take care." Then he used all his strength to push Yuwen Yongrui away more than a dozen steps away: "Hurry up!" ”

There was blood in Mo Feng's mouth, and his back was full of arrows, and he turned around with his sword.

At this time, a broadsword guard had already come to Mo Feng's side, raised a broadsword weighing dozens of catties and slashed down at Mo Feng's head, Mo Feng riveted his last strength and met it with the sword in his hand, but he was already at the end of the crossbow, and was actually slashed by the big knife guard and knelt on one knee on the ground, the sword in his hand was raised, and he shook off the heavy knife of the broadsword guard, inserted the long sword in his hand into the stone crack behind him, and pinched it with both hands: "Wind and rain curse disperse spirit...... Exploding ......"

The big knife guard was startled and shouted: "Quickly withdraw, he is going to blow himself up......" Before he finished speaking, he only listened to "Bang ......"

The man in black, the last resolute smile, was forever fixed in Xu Wanzhao's mind, the so-called hero is just the man in black.

The blood mist dispersed, and the powerful spiritual power spread out in all directions, seriously injuring the dozen or so broadsword guards in front of him, while the sword behind him dissolved the aura that rushed in the direction of Yuwen Yongrui.

Loyalty, even if you die, will protect you......

Yuwen Yongrui didn't cry, didn't shed tears, just red eyes, and the first time he saw Mo Feng flashed in his mind, they were only nine years old that year.

"My name is Mo Feng, this is my sister Mo Yu, we will be your personal guards and dead soldiers in the future, and we will follow you all the time."

"Really? So what if I'm out of courtesy? ”

"Guard."

Xu Wanzhao bit her lower lip tightly, her heart ached, and she hugged the little steamed bun that was crying tightly.

The last group of personnel in the death battle fell one after another, and a large number of guards began to point the finger at Yuwen Yongrui, who was single-handed, and the encirclement formed with Yuwen Yongrui as the center gradually shrunk, and the knife wounds on Yuwen Yongrui's body were gradually increasing, and the whole became a bloody man, only the red eyes, exuding a terrifying light.

He was already exhausted, but Mo Feng's death pierced his heart deeply, and the monstrous anger in his heart kept him shut.