There was a thunderclap in the sky, and all the sounds around it became small.

A feather arrow flew over silently, approaching Dongfang Luoyu.

Lan Zijin didn't have time to continue thinking about Chi Yu, and before he had time to dodge and dodge, the arrow was straight into Dongfang Luoyu's chest.

"Luo Yu!"

Lan Zijin shouted, and everyone came back to their senses to find that Dongfang Luoyu was hit by arrows and ran forward to surround him.

Dongfang Luoyu was injured and fell to the ground, and Duanmu Han hurriedly squatted down to check his injuries.

"Lord!" After Duanmu Han checked the arrow wound, he hurriedly shouted.

"Duanmu, where is the arrow?" Dongfang Luoyu asked softly, and after finishing his words, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Less than three inches from the heart." Duanmu Han replied.

At this time, Lan Zijin panicked to the extreme, as if falling into the ice water of winter. But she didn't feel cold, only that her heart seemed to stop beating.

I only heard Dongfang Luoyu say weakly: "Duanmu, seal the veins." ”

"The lord can't, the arrow wound is too close, and sealing the veins will lead to paralysis!" Duanmu Han hurriedly replied.

"Seal the vein, pull out the feather arrow, it's okay, the widow wants to take you back."

After hearing this, Duanmu Han stretched out his right hand and condensed the power in his fingertips, sealing the acupoints near Dongfang Luoyu's arrow wound and protecting his heart. But he didn't dare to pull out the arrow.

"Draw the arrow!" Dongfang Luoyu scolded.

Duanmu Han slowly stretched out his hand, and quickly pulled out the feather arrow at Dongfang Luoyu's heart.

Even though the acupuncture points were sealed, blood still gushed out. At that moment, Duanmu Han couldn't help but close his eyes.

And at this moment, arrows are raining down, and the soldiers in the east are fighting hard to resist, fighting with the feathered arrows that shoot at them.

Several more soldiers fell, one of whom fell at Lan Zijin's feet, and Lan Zijin came back to his senses and saw the dying soldier at his feet, and unconsciously took a step back.

She turned her head to look at Dongfang Luoyu, who was sitting on the ground, he was leaning on Chi Yu's arms, she had never seen him like this, his face was like ashes.

His broad chest leaned against Chi Yu, making Chi Yu even thinner, and such a wise and powerful man with a sense of security was so pale and powerless at this time.

Lan Zijin's expression was gloomy, looking at all this, her heart was empty, but she tugged at every nerve in her, making her gasp in pain.

A voice in her heart said: "It's all my fault, if it weren't for my willful trespass on Nangong, Luo Yu wouldn't have followed, and he wouldn't have been injured." What to do, what to do now, who will save him! It's all my fault! What good am I to let him do this for me! What good am I! Can make him desperate! He is now in front of me, and the light in his expression has faded little by little, but I am powerless! ”

Duanmu Han tore off his shirt and quickly bandaged Dongfang Luoyu, at this time the arrow rain stopped, and the sound of Nangong soldiers' horses' hooves and shouts came.

Lan Zijin turned her head to look at them, her eyes overflowed with red light, she put away the Panlong Sword and Ruoqing Fan, and took off the Chopping Sword she had been carrying with her from her back, she tore off the strip of cloth that wrapped the Chopping Sword, she quickly pulled the sword out of the sheath, and could no longer suppress her anger.

"Ah!! Nangong Yu !! She shouted with all her strength, and after the hoarseness had passed, the pain in her chest was still there.

There was a strong wind blowing around, and the evil qi around her was rushing, Lan Zijin's eyes were extremely angry, she held it with both hands, and rushed towards the crowd of the other party.

The knife fell, and with a beautiful maneuver, the heads of the soldiers of Nangong fell.

Bloody, Lan Zijin at this time, as if only by constantly killing people could she be more happy.

In addition to the death of Heyi with his own hands, Lan Zijin killed for the first time. She doesn't care if they're innocent or not, and whether their relatives will be sad after they die. At this moment, she just wants to kill.

She ran straight towards Nangong Yu, but she was surrounded by groups, and the more people died, the stronger her anger accumulated.

The wind was roaring, the temperature around her plummeted, and the slashing blade dripping bright red blood to the ground, she roared angrily into the sky, and even the ignorant horse took a step back.

The black sky was condensed with dark clouds, lightning and thunder. Lan Zijin didn't dare to look back, she was afraid of seeing Dongfang Luoyu, she was afraid that when she turned around, Dongfang Luoyu would ......

Nangong Yu sat on the horse, watching all this, he knew that Lan Zijin was a saint, and he had also seen Lan Zijin kill plants and trees with his own eyes, but it was the first time he had seen such a Lan Zijin.

It's just that I don't know what other magical skills she has.

On the ground, in the air, black shadows from nowhere have been gathering towards Lan Zijin, Lan Zijin stood in place, and no one dared to step forward.

The black shadows condensed into the shape of demons and floated around Lan Zijin, and those demon-like black shadows stared at Lan Zijin and smiled evilly at her.

Lan Zijin was unmoved, and she was fearless, at this time, all she wanted was to kill everyone present in Nangong!

She waved the sword in her hand, and the swordsmanship she used was the Twelve Swords of the Holy Mountain that she was most familiar with, and at this moment her swordsmanship condensed the evil power, and everywhere she went, there was no grass, and she screamed again and again.

Seeing this, Nangong Yu knew that the situation was not good, anyway, Dongfang Luoyu was also seriously injured and would definitely die, so there was no need to dwell on it any longer, so he ordered: "Withdraw!" ”

The Nangong soldiers withdrew, Lan Zijin looked at their distant backs, she didn't catch up, and she didn't look back.

She was afraid that she would catch up and never see Dongfang Luoyu again when she came back.

She was afraid that when she turned around, Dongfang Luoyu was dead, or that she would tell her his last words.

Lan Zijin's legs were weak and he knelt down, but not a drop of tears fell. What's going on? She's obviously very sad, why can't she cry?

She wanted to cry, as if she was crying a lot.

She suddenly remembered, senior brother! Senior brother must have a way!

She took out the Ruoqing fan, opened it, and read: "How can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms without a cold bone." After reading it, he began to shout: "Senior brother! Brother, come out! Please, please, come out quickly! Please! Brother! I beg you! ”

Her tears fell, not because of sadness, but because of anxiety.

But there was no reaction on the other end of the fan, was it because her voice was too quiet, or the surroundings were too noisy, the thunder was too loud, or because the fan was raining? She had to repeat loudly: "Without a cold bone, how can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms!" ”

There was still no reaction on the other end of the fan, and Lan Zijin said nervously: "What's wrong!" Because it's raining? After that, he took off his coat and put it on his head, wiped the fan with his cuffs, and continued to read: "How can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms without a cold bone." Without a cold bone, how to get the plum blossom fragrance. Without a cold bone, how to get the plum blossom fragrance. Whispering, he gradually increased his voice: "Without a cold bone! How to get the fragrance of plum blossoms! Without a chill!! How to get the fragrance of plum blossoms!! Brother! You're out! It's me! I'm Lan Zijin! Come out and save him! I'm begging you! Brother! Please! ”