She slowly raised the willow leaf long sword in her hand, took a leap, and quickly killed it, refusing to wait for Wang Qiye and the others to talk nonsense.

She killed, and the subordinates behind her also flew forward, and in the blink of an eye, they entered the opponent's camp.

It was still Xin Yi who caught up with her long sword. The big knife, the curling of the edges, the cutting of vegetables is laborious, let alone killing.

It's a pity that Xin Yi is still powerful when he uses it. Looking at that posture, he had long since stopped using the slashing move, and all of them changed the slashing action. Slashing people doesn't work, but there is no problem with splitting and shooting people.

A big knife is a full thirty pounds. The willow leaf long sword was already thin and soft, and in the face of such a big opening and closing move, it suddenly couldn't use its strength.

Xin Yi said: "Princess, it is absolutely no good for you and me to kill everything, not to mention that you can't kill us at all." ”

She was angry, "If you can't kill you, you have to kill, I must not see you leave alive." ”

Saying such a thing is purely negative and has no meaning at all. Ah Ruo led people to kill Wang Qiye, but was stopped by Ah Chu.

Hundreds of people besieged dozens of people, but they also failed to take advantage.

The battle situation was stalemate, she stared at Xin Yi who was entangled, and flew out a sword to attack Xin Yi's face. Xin Yi moved sideways as she expected, but she didn't attack further, but turned around and ran, the willow leaf sword glowing with cold light, killing Mu Qicheng.

Mu Qingcheng was lying in the hay on the ground, his breath was dying, but he must not be dead.

She really wanted to kill Mu Qingcheng so much.

At this moment, there is already some carelessness.

It's a pity that a water-splitting thorn struck in front of her eyes, suddenly enlarged, and pressed straight into her eyes. She didn't see how the spike appeared, let alone the owner of the stinger.

It's a pity that if you are really hit in the eyes by the water-splitting thorn, you will definitely be blind for the rest of your life.

Cold sweat poured down her spine, and then it turned out to be dense goosebumps. She twisted her waist and turned around to avoid this thorn, and the willow leaf sword in her hand turned around, only taking the head of the person behind her.

The sword slashed through the wind, and she failed to cut off his head, only rolling up a bloody garment. And she herself didn't end well, her cheek was cut by a water-splitting thorn, and blood was pouring out.

She rolled over and rolled out of the distance, only then did she stand up and gently stroke her left cheek.

Blood wet her hands and ran down her fingers.

She raised her eyes and saw Wang Qiye standing in the distance, with a piece of clothing missing from her heart, and her flesh and blood were blurred and bubbling up.

"Hmph......" she sneered and stood up. Staring at Wang Qiye's heart, there was no sadness in his heart that was broken, but a sense of accomplishment that hurt the enemy.

The dozens of people in Mu Chengcheng are not afraid of death, and they are not defeated. She has a lot fewer people. The person brought by Ah Ruo was not the most elite subordinate.

Wang Qiye stretched out his hand to support the wound in his heart, and the color on his face was even more pale. However, this pale color is always the same, and there is no sign of decline. It seems that no matter how he fights today, he will always be like this, and he will never lose a point.

Even if he fought until the last moment, he would definitely pull her back.

She won't be allowed to get a favor.

It's a pity that she is really unwilling......

She slowly pressed her eyes, and heard the voices of her subordinates around her, "Protect the princess...... Soon, someone surrounded her and protected her. On the other side, Wang Qiye's face was light, and his gray clothes were stained with blood, but he showed a different demeanor.

Ah Ruo said: "Princess, you can't fight...... We...... We're just afraid ......"

Ah Ruo didn't finish speaking, but she could hear it clearly. If she continues to fight, I'm afraid she will lose.

Tracing for dozens of miles, going around in the deep mountains, and finally controlling their whereabouts, how can they just go? She couldn't.

She looked at Wang Qiye coldly, and raised her voice: "None of you want to leave......"

On the other side, the man's gaze flickered imperceptibly. His afterglow seemed to be sweeping over Mu Qingcheng on the ground.

As long as he keeps fighting like this, Mu Qingcheng's injuries can't be treated as soon as possible, so sooner or later it will be a dead word.

So, when she realized that she couldn't beat them, she started to procrastinate.

Hold it out for an hour, and that's all earned.

The willow leaf sword flew again, as if the wound on her cheek did not exist at all. She didn't care about the injury, and she didn't care about getting a few more hits.

This kind of play is actually very scary.

In particular, her strength is obviously stronger than when Mu Qingcheng was in the city. The few people in Mu Qingcheng were extremely afraid.

Wang Qiye's eyes flashed, and he flew to Mu Qingcheng's side, and he couldn't fight anymore, but scolded: "Withdraw, quickly withdraw." ”

Before he finished speaking, he picked up Mu Qingcheng and flew away.

Only then did she know that Wang Qiye was good at using light skills, and his light skills were not weak at all.

With the willow leaf sword in hand, she ran fast, chasing Mu Chengcheng. However, he could never catch up with Wang Qiye's back.

Everyone was red-eyed, and her people heard Wang Qiye's voice, and they also subconsciously turned around to chase after her.

She took the lead alone, her steps were fast, and she just wanted to have wings and catch Wang Qiye firmly.

I could vaguely hear that Wang Qiye in front of him was holding Mu Qingcheng, as if he was comforting something, and his pace stagnated slightly.

She kept her feet, and the willow leaf long sword in her hand was thrown again, stabbing Wang Qiye's back fiercely.

The willow leaf long sword hit the back, and the two people in front of them were obviously stunned. She was overjoyed and said quickly, "Quick, catch them." ”

Wang Qiye was indeed seriously injured. Maybe it's an injury left when he was in Chengdu. She thought of Xue Ruixue, who had a secret relationship with her, and remembered Xue Ruixue's amazing kung fu, and couldn't help but sneer.

He made too many enemies, so he should naturally expect this ending.

The dense forest was damp, Wang Qiye was holding Mu Qingcheng, and he was wounded by a sword in his chest and back, and if he wanted to get out alive, I am afraid it would be difficult. An inexplicable joy rose in her heart, and she led her subordinates to run.

However......

A natural lake is where the springs are located.

Under the lake, there is a cliff. Artemisia grass, which is taller than a person, is covered with steep slopes under cliffs, and is overgrown with thorns, snakes and insects.

Everyone stopped.

Wang Qiye hugged Mu Chengcheng, stood on the edge of the cliff, and stood in the place where the spring water was murmuring.

And she, leading her subordinates to stand at the end of the lake, swords and cold eyes.

There is no way to retreat, except for the desperate battle, there is only one way left to jump off the hanging.

She smiled and said, "What are you waiting for?" Disarm and surrender, or spare you from dying. ”

"Hmph." Wang Qiye sneered, and looked at it with cold star-like eyes, "Even if the master dies, he won't die in your hands, Princess Jin, you think too much." ”

She raised an eyebrow.

Wang Qiye's face was pale, and he said lightly: "When the Lord was defeated in Qianzhou Pass, he was defeated by Ruolan. From now on, I will return to the poppy and serve you. But you know that the person who works for the master is not you at all, but Ruolan. You say, in today's situation, how can the lord hand over Ruolan to you and ask for a way to live? ”

His voice was as loud as a bell. Even if he was seriously injured, even if the blood was still bubbling, his momentum was still there.