The gloomy dark clouds climbed up from the iron wall of Kasaka at some point, opening their gray palms and devouring the edge of the scorching sun little by little.

The ten-mile long street gradually dimmed, and only the black silhouettes of a few branches of the trees fell, dragged into the shape of teeth and claws.

Song Ling and his party were still hurrying, so anxious that the speed at which their legs ran was numb. It's just that, at this time, her hands are still as cold as Fang Cai.

In today's Pusaka, there are no vendors and passers-by, and even the restaurants and tea houses are closed.

Here, in the midst of swords and arrows, it has become a deserted city.

I don't know why, there is always a faint uneasiness in her heart, so that she can't find the source, but she is always pulling tightly.

"Yang Zhao, I always feel that something is not quite right." Xu is uneasiness was too strong, she couldn't help but shout out to the man who walked in front,

The man seemed to be in a hurry, and he didn't hear what she said. Just turned his head slightly, with a smile that couldn't help but rise at the corners of his mouth, and that distant call from the bottom of his heart, he shouted at her, "Hurry up, you will arrive in Pingyang after leaving Pusaka!" ”

Before the man could finish speaking, thousands of white sword shadows suddenly flashed through the long and clear street, piercing through the walls, leading the red rays of the scorching sun to refract from all directions, and in an instant, the bright light was bright, and stabbed them in the eyes.

Song Ling blocked his forehead with one arm, barely half-opened his eyes, and saw that the original empty layers of high walls were densely covered with arrows at this time, full of Qin soldiers wearing armor, the bow was full, the sharp hearts of the arrows were aimed at them, and the bows and arrows in their hands were only waiting for an order.

"Not good! There is an ambush! Yang Zhao barely squinted his eyes and shouted loudly at Song Ling.

After speaking, he hurriedly retreated to Song Ling's side, pulled her up and ran forward lifelessly.

However, the sound of war horses rushing forward suddenly came from the front, rushing towards them at an indistinguishable speed, as if there were thousands of horses.

If they retreated again, they didn't know when another group of Qin soldiers surrounded them, cutting off their back road, and there was no way to retreat.

Everything came too suddenly, there were strong generals in front of them, and there were chasing soldiers in the back, they were already ambushed on all sides, and they were like turtles in an urn.

Song Ling gasped, and the whole person was a little dazed.

Tens of thousands of Qin soldiers were against dozens of them, and the elite armor was defenseless against them, and in this situation, they even seemed a little redundant in their dying struggles.

She frowned, looked at Xiang Yangzhao, and said in a deep voice with a guilty face, "I was careless!" ”

The man looked around at the nets of heaven and earth, it was already difficult to penetrate, he looked at the woman, but his sword eyebrows opened in an instant, and the corners of his mouth actually raised a tragic smile, "Don't blame yourself, this is the path we have chosen." ”

Instead, he tore off a piece of white silk from his sleeve and tied it to his mind, only to see him generously say to the few dozen people left behind him, "Wait for the last battle with me!" ”

The Qin soldiers were armed with spears and had surrounded them.

The Shadow Guard with a wound on his face took the lead in tearing off his sleeves, tied them to the center of his eyebrows like Yang Zhao, his eyes were intimidating, and he said firmly, "I haven't really been on the battlefield yet, and I have this luck today, and it's worth this life!" ”

The rest of the Shadow Guards also ripped off their sleeves and clenched their fists, looking at death as if they were at home.

Song Ling looked at this group of young soldiers, his eyes couldn't help but moisten, and there was a place in his heart that was deeply touched, turning into a touch of the most heroic power, blooming in this deserted city and cold sword.

The woman tore off her sleeves, tied up her long hair, her eyes were firm, she held the purple jade tightly in her hand, her lips moved slightly, and finally called Murong Chong's name.

I only heard the order of General Qin Dou Chong, "Take down the thief!" ”

The chords were shocked, and the sound cracked the sky!

Sharp arrows surged like mountains and seas in an instant, and the Qin soldiers on all sides raised their spears high in their hands, and then fell fiercely, enclosing this small space to the ground. The sharp edges drank blood, spears mercilessly pierced through their bodies and throats, sharp knives piercing through their bones, and several Shadow Guards had fallen.

Yang Zhao's eyes were scarlet, and he shouted, "Kill!"

He punched Qin Bing's hard armor with his bare hands, obviously his fists were stained with blood, but he didn't take half a step back, but instead shocked Qin Bing to stumble again and again.

Suddenly, a sharp arrow slammed into his right leg from behind, causing him to fall to one knee in pain, but he didn't change his punching stance.

"Yang Zhao!" Song Ling shouted at him, the woman's white clothes were already stained with blood, and the spears of dozens of Qin soldiers were still entangled with her, making it impossible for her to get close to Yang Zhao at all.

Qin Shou, who was sitting on a tall horse, raised bloodthirsty wildness in Dou Chong's eyes, and the pleasure was self-evident from his hideous sneer, and his contemptuous eyes swept them coldly, full of self-indulgent mockery.

I only heard his words cold, "There is no forgiveness for killing!" ”

The rain of arrows became more dense, Yang Zhao skimmed off the Qin arrow, endured the pain and barely stood up, and before he could raise his hand, several more arrows came whizzing and pierced into his right arm and chest.

The heart-rending pain made his whole body tremble violently, but he still firmly grasped the shoulders of the Qin soldiers in front of him, and used the last remaining strength in his body to raise his head fiercely and hit Qin Bing's head hard.

"Yang Zhao!"

"Yang Zhao!"

Song Ling only felt that tears were mixed with blood, blurring her vision, and her heart-wrenching cry echoed for a long time on the sky that didn't know whether it was the scorching sun or the blood-stained sky, so helpless, so sad.

The man looked in the direction outside the city gate, it was Pingyang, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and reluctance.

He barely turned his blood-stained face and looked at Song Ling, but a faint smile gradually rose on his side face, which bloomed quietly in the sword light and sword shadow.

"Yang Zhao!"

Song Ling's whole body trembled and rushed in the direction where the man fell, even forgetting the sharp and dense spear feathers around her, the sharp arrows slashed her legs, and the spears cut her arms, and she was already unaware.

Just as she was about to hold the man, a spear suddenly struck directly in front of her, and she should have avoided it, but she did not move.

At the last moment, she only felt a heat in her left arm, and her whole body was jerked over from the left.

Almost at the same time, the left tip of the spear slashed across her neck, drawing a thin line of blood.

Her whole body was carried to the ground by force, and the shadow guard with a wound on his face was guarding next to her, and his body was already scarred and bloody.

"Girl!" Shadowguard shouted anxiously.

At this time, she seemed to have come to her senses, and the pain on her body and legs came at her overwhelmingly, and she trembled and fell to the ground.

Yang Zhao opened his lips dying, slowly stretched out his hand, and still touched the direction of Pingyang with his body strong, and the blood trailed all the way on the ground, winding and desolate.