When Song Ling chased after her, the man's figure was gone, and she looked into the Fanyang Palace, and the arrow should have been shot in.

Is there a letter on the arrow?

Murong De, the king of Fanyang, has always been friendly with King Wu, and King Wu ran away, is this arrow in the middle of the night related to King Wu?

I don't know if it's news about Murong Ling?

Thinking of this, Song Ling still wanted to go in and have a look, she looked around the silent palace, rubbed her palms, and was about to climb over the wall to enter.

At this moment, she only heard a faint sound in front of her, and she hurriedly leaned her back against the wall of the palace and looked cautiously sideways ahead.

I saw that ghostly black shadow reappear, but this time, the direction in which he stopped was the mansion of the Yellow Gate Squire Feng Fu.

Wrong! Nothing is right!

These important ministers are all cronies of King Wu!

She had to figure out what the hell was going on!

She quietly pushed the hilt of her sword away with her thumb, saying that it was too late, that it was too fast, and just as the man was about to shoot again, she rushed out and went straight in the direction of the man.

As soon as the man saw the defeat, he immediately put away his bow and arrows, walked through the alley path, and fled straight in the direction of Nanshan.

And behind him, Song Ling chased after him.

This person must have a plan, and it must be related to the Wu Wang family!

The man's figure was as fast as a whirlwind, Song Ling chased all the way, her legs were already a little tired, her chest was a little panting together, she hurriedly took a deep breath in the chase, and did not dare to relax a little.

It was as if in the blink of an eye, the suspicious figure would disappear from his sight.

The wind was bleak, the dead leaves danced and wept, and the two seemed to have entered a forest on the outskirts of the city. Suddenly, the man's figure flashed, and he disappeared under the concealment of Uncle Cang Jin, so fast that Song Ling couldn't even discern the direction where he finally disappeared.

Song Ling's eyes quickly scanned the surrounding environment, there were no sheds and houses, and there didn't seem to be any secret cellars, only countless hundred-year-old pines and cypresses stood among them. In the middle of the night, there was a bit of terrifying majesty, which made her feel an indescribable sense of weirdness.

She clenched the sword in her hand vigilantly, and took a small step towards the possible direction with great caution, but for some reason, she suddenly felt a faint sense of unease in her heart, as if a pair of eyes as sharp as arrows were watching her from some unknown dark place, so that she could not escape, and she could not hide.

Before her whole right foot completely landed, the dead leaves on the ground made a very discordant sound, and then Song Ling only felt a cold wind blow through her neck, and a cold and piercing hard object crossed her neck at some point, just against her major artery.

So fast!

She panicked in her heart, just now she was only thinking about Murong Ling's family, and she forgot that she was definitely not this person's opponent!

It's miserable!

She'll have to find a way to get out!

"This strong man, I don't have any other intentions, can you put down the long knife and take a step to speak."

As soon as she finished speaking, before she could hear a response from the man, she felt a sharp knife wind blowing above her head, and she reflexively quickly crouched down to dodge.

This person is really murderous!

I don't even have time to say a word!

Who knows, as soon as the long knife suddenly turned sharp, she heard a violent collision of arrows, and the long knife neatly split a whistling Yan Yu arrow, and the tip of the half-broken arrow fell at her feet.

Then, her eyes suddenly lit up, the torches were vertical and horizontal, the sound of horses' hooves was messy one after another, and the torches gathered like a prairie fire, illuminating most of the jungle, and before Song Ling could react to what was going on, the sharp arrows struck again like a storm.

The masked man behind him had already jumped in front of her with a knife at some point, the knife wind whirled, the arrows were sharpened like mud, and the broken arrows were split by the sharp blades.

I saw the young man dressed in black standing in the middle of the archers, and the bandage on his left arm was very eye-catching.

You're just in time!

Murong Chong's eyes at this moment were cold and decisively like the demon Satan from the abyss of hell, and he made a ruthless gesture of attack.

There was a chilling sensation that shot through the dense layer of rain arrows in their direction.

Song Ling clearly saw that the masked man's five fingers were spread and closed more tightly on the hilt, and the long knife was horizontal, and the force in his hand was significantly increased.

He looked at him, and some invisible lightning and flint exploded between the two, as if they were destined to be enemies after several lifetimes.

I saw that the young man's eyes narrowed slightly, and his right hand quickly pulled out a white feather long arrow from Yuan Xiang's quiver, aimed it in the direction of the masked man who was fighting, and pulled the carved gold full moon bow with his wrist.

"Your Highness, there's another girl over there!"

Yuan Xiang saw that Song Ling was still in the hands of the man in black, and immediately exclaimed.

In his past opinion, His Highness should be unusual to this girl.

Murong Chong's face was unresponsive, as if he hadn't heard Yuan Xiang's words at all, and the strength in his hand not only did not decrease sharply in the slightest, but the tip of the arrow moved a few steps closer to the direction of the masked man's movement.

The sharp arrows were in full swing, like a vast net full of dense sharp blades, roaring towards them and covering them quickly.

The man stepped forward with one foot, and swung his sword in his left hand as fast as lightning, and struck like a violent wind, and the broken arrow fell to the ground in a messy manner under his sword.

Song Ling stood behind him to the right, although there was no hope of breaking through, he was uninjured for the time being.

Suddenly, a sharp arrow crossed the dense rain and struck straight at Song Ling.

Unexpectedly and extremely fast, just when she was caught off guard, a blue light flashed in the air in front of her, and then she saw the sharp arrow split in half and cut in half.

She looked at the man who suddenly made a move in disbelief, he would have saved her?!

At this moment, a swallow feather arrow passed over the other arrows at lightning speed, and one pierced the narrow bone of the man's left shoulder.

The man's figure suddenly slanted, and the long cyan knife slipped out of his hand with a clatter, and the man frowned and snorted, staggering back a few steps.

The young man's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his eyes showed a fierce and resolute look, but only the corner of his mouth had a smug sneer, as if he had shot his long-lost prey.

I saw him raise his hand with one hand, stop the archer's shooting, and then coldly ordered, "Catch it alive!" ”

I want to see, who are you?

This time, I'm the one who won you!

Song Ling looked at the young man who put down the longbow, the arrogance in his eyes was full of desperation to ignore her life and death.

He only cared about catching that person, and didn't consider her safety under the sharp arrow, this is the coldness of a king.

Yan Wei, who was wearing armor, received the order and rushed up, like an endless river rushing towards them, and the sound of the armor tapping and colliding made Song Ling feel uneasy in his heart.

She always felt that there was something else wrong.