The masked man knew that it was difficult to resist the enemy, but he still forcibly picked up the green spinning knife on the ground and rushed to Song Ling's side, only to see him raise his eyebrows and barely raise the knife but it was across Song Ling's neck, but his chest was panting because of the pain in his shoulder, and blood flowed down his arm, but the back was still unyieldingly upright, as if he was facing a dilemma that was not at all the end of the road.

I only heard him shout at Murong Chong with his head raised, "Let me go, or I'll kill her!" ”

As he spoke, he moved the knife closer to Song Ling's neck.

Murong Chong's eyes tightened slightly, and his black-brown pupils flashed with a moment of panic, but it was only for a moment. The expression on the young man's face was as indifferent as the vast and boundless sky in late autumn, and he walked in the direction of the man.

"Your Highness."

Yuan Xiang was worried about Murong Chong's safety, so he couldn't help but step forward and protect him.

When the man saw that the young man not only did not give the order to stop the offensive, but strode towards this side, he couldn't help but be shocked, "If you take another step, I will be unkind to her!" ”

Murong Chong snorted disdainfully, his eyes were contemptuous enough to see through all the vastness of this world, only to hear him say coldly, "Do you think that I will look at the life of a little girl!" ”

Song Ling heard it clearly, she looked at Murong Chong's cold and ruthless face, and her heart suddenly went to the bottom.

His eyes were cold, as cold as the Zhanghe River that was about to freeze just now, and there were no more waves, only a terrifying chill.

She could see that every move he made revealed his ambition to win the man in black, and under the long knife, she was just a fallen leaf that no one cared about, life or death, never entered his eyes, let alone let him care at all.

King of Zhongshan, King of Zhongshan, I saved you once, and you didn't care about my life to this point!

His determination today is better than seeing the car door that day, and sure enough, she shouldn't have too much hope for him.

She looked into the darkness in the distance and couldn't help but close her eyes heavily.

I haven't rescued my eldest brother yet, I haven't found Murong Ling yet, and I haven't even had time to say goodbye to him, is it going to be buried here today!

Murong Chong looked at her resigned to fate at this time, his eyebrows were inexplicable, but he still said coldly, "Don't do it yet?" If you kill her, you won't be able to escape! ”

Hearing this, the man suddenly felt a fluster, he first frowned in disgust, as if he felt contempt for the behavior of the nobles of Dayan Tianhuang who disregarded the people, and then he raised the knife in his hand and approached the girl's white neck.

Song Ling obviously felt the sword on her shoulder shake at first, and paused for a few seconds, but finally cut a touch of coldness between Xiang Jian, and she couldn't help but gasp in pain.

A slender streak of blood instantly bloomed on the girl's porcelain-like neck, snaking along her collar.

Murong Chong looked at the girl's bright red neck, tightened his eyebrows slightly, and couldn't help but stop, but his hand had already touched the saber on his waist.

At this time, he was less than ten steps away from the masked man, and if he attacked now, he would definitely be able to take it.

Seeing Murong Chong's movements, the Yan guards on the side also held the hilt of the sword together, just waiting for Murong Chong to give an order.

Yuan Xiang looked at the two of them who were tense, and his palms were already sweating.

As if seeing Murong Chong's intentions, the man's hand on Song Ling's shoulder suddenly increased its strength, and a violent aura rose under his eyes, and he suddenly swung his knife.

It was too late, it was fast, Murong Chong drew his sword like a thunderbolt and came in person, swinging his sword to win the momentum of Mount Tai, and before the man's green spinning knife fell, he took the first step, and blocked the big knife that was about to swing towards Song Ling.

He pulled Song Ling at the speed of an arrow, and before she could react, she fell into a thick chest.

All this was unexpected for her.

Although she was injured, it was not serious.

She didn't know if Murong Chong had the intention to save her, or if it happened to be the case.

Seeing that the hostages were snatched like this, the man had to fight hard with the enemy, and just wanted to wave his arms to meet the enemy, a stream of warm blood gushed out from his left shoulder, and the knife fell before it was halfway raised, and it seemed that it was impossible for him to break out of the encirclement.

The encircled Yan Wei was constantly retracting in his direction with the blood-licking knife, and every step of the iron boots was accompanied by the sound of leaves shattering, and now Yan Wei was less than three inches away from him.

He looked at the arrogant and cold young man, and the corners of his mouth suddenly brought a sarcastic wry smile.

Thinking that he Yang Ding has been fighting on the battlefield for several years, is he going to be planted in the hands of this young man today?

Murong Chong looked at the man in blood red and black, and then coldly ordered, "What are you still doing in a daze, why don't you take down this thief quickly!" ”

Yan Wei got the order and rushed forward bravely, and a Yan Wei rushed directly in front of the masked man in three or two steps, and ripped off his mask, revealing a handsome and resolute face.

"Yang Ding, the left general of the Qin State, it's really you!" The young man's eyes were fierce, and the corners of his mouth were cold.

He had seen this person, when Huan Wen attacked Qin, the king of Qin asked Yan for help, this Yang Ding and Qin envoys came to Yecheng together.

Song Ling was taken aback, Yang Ding, she had also heard of this person, Wang Meng, the head of Qin Guowen, and Yang Ding, the martial honor, had this strong momentum.

He turned out to be a native of Qin!

Then why did he linger in the mansion of King Wu's cronies and officials?

Such a big general of the Qin State is really shocking to be mixed into Yecheng!

"What are your plans to infiltrate Yecheng?" Murong Chong squinted at him and asked coldly.

As far as what he saw tonight is concerned, this Yang Ding must have received some secret edict from Fu Jian, the king of Qin, and wanted to make a big storm in his Yecheng.

The man was shocked, he didn't expect that this King of Mountains in the Yan Kingdom would be able to remember his appearance.

"If you are alone, you are worthy to ask me?"

Yang Ding snorted disdainfully and looked at Murong Chong, with disdain in his eyes.

Although he was captured, the confidence in his eyes that was different from ordinary people threw the word disdain in front of Murong Chong.

Anyone who dares to talk to him like this is the first!

"The prisoner under the stairs dares to be so rampant!"

Murong Chong couldn't help but be furious, and his tone mocked like the cold wind of Lajiu.

No matter how brave and resourceful you Yang Ding is, you are still trapped in the hands of my Murong Chong.

Yang Ding looked at the composure that the young man was pretending to be on the surface, and then caught a glimpse of his clenched fists under his sleeves, and the corners of his mouth slipped a trace of cunning that was not easy for others to detect.

"Take this traitor to the prison, entertain him, and see how many Qin conspiracy he can spit out of his mouth!"

Before Murong Chong's words fell, dozens of arrows suddenly flew out of the woods, one of which shot in from the throat of Yan Wei, who was holding Yang Ding, and the tip of the blood-stained arrow immediately burst out of his throat.

"Murong Chong, it's up to you, you're not my opponent!"

The corner of the man's mouth sneered, and he regarded it as a shoe, and his words were contemptuous.

Qin reinforcements had arrived, more than three times as many as Murong Chong's men, and with dozens of sharp arrows behind him as cover for retreat, he didn't need to have any worries.

Murong Chong didn't expect that there was an ambush here, so he was shocked and hurried to defend, but the enemy was in the dark, and they were attacking in the light, and the sharp arrows that were as dense as a net were attacking, so that they couldn't move forward at all.

"There's an ambush!"

As soon as Song Ling saw that this person still had backup, he hurriedly held his sword to resist the sharp arrow.

She guessed that he wouldn't be so obediently caught!

This Yang Ding, it's really not simple!

Just when Murong Chong was attacked by random arrows, he smiled half-squinted, and in a blink of an eye, under the cover of Qin soldiers, he jumped on horseback and fled from under Murong Chong's eyelids in a grand manner.

"Yang Ding!"

Murong Chong stomped his foot fiercely, and with a swing of his sword, he slashed the stray arrows that came fiercely.

But the enemy was cunning, and shot their horses down, and by the time they freed their hands from the onslaught of arrows and tried to chase them, the man was long gone.

And Yang Ding's subordinates, at first glance, were veterans who were familiar with jungle warfare, they retreated while shooting arrows, and soon scattered around the deep forest and fled, and there was no way to catch up.

Deep in the jungle, under the cover of the night, everything was given to Yang Ding, the most perfect way to escape.