The autumn clouds have darkened a few times. The sky was like a plush stained with red ink, and not far away the smoke was filling the air, and the edge was flickering.

Why the hell, I ended up in this step, my relatives died, my friends turned against me, and I didn't even have the ability to protect my woman... He jerked his tired eyelids up, clutching the bloodshot sword in his hand. He has long been surrounded by layers, he has already seen that he is going to lose, he has long been injured and can't stand up, and he is still holding on. It seems to be back to the beginning, he tried his best to save her, although he was not as embarrassed as he is today, but his flesh and blood were blurred... But he didn't fall, he didn't want her to be humiliated... Now, it can't be ......

"It's about to fall! Catch it alive! ”

"No!"

With an order, rows of iron shields shook up layers of sand, and a spear drilled out of the dense gap, stabbed through the armor and into Meng Xiao's back. Meng Xiao was already numb from battle, his golden armor was warm because it was stained with blood, he was stabbed and took a step back, hitting the shield around him, his right knee was really unable to support it and knelt down, but he still did not fall. Because his faith still gave him strength, even though he couldn't tell what it was.

He shook his head, unable to remember how many cuts he had, and the blood that was dripping out of it seeped into the ground. A gust of wind and sand swept by, picking up the broken hair in front of his sideburns, and he closed his eyes, perhaps the blade was too sharp, making him enjoy the dry wind and yellow sand of the desert a little. As if caressing his skin, whispering in his ear, like she was still around... Yes, he couldn't fall, he promised to make her happy......

Meng Xiao roared angrily, soared into the air, picked up the white dragon sword and slashed wildly at the downward soldiers, the sword wind turned into white light in an instant, the shield was shattered, and the armor was also shattered. The soldiers looked at each other, at this time Meng Xiao had already sent out a second wave of attack, his skills were powerful and agile, it was difficult to see that he was scarred, all he could see was the sword light and sword shadow and his handsome and ruthless face in an instant.

However, after a stick of incense, the tide of battle was completely reversed. One to a hundred, that's not all, he thought.

When he stabbed the sword in his hand into the back of the last fleeing soldier, beads of sweat and blood had crawled all over his previously masculine face, and fatigue and sleepiness suddenly attacked. Before he could even draw his sword, he was so tired that he fainted to the ground, his brows were like shackles, and his dry lips opened and closed, "I'll come... Here it is, Vile..."

The maple was shivering, and all I could hear was the sound of the wind blowing the leaves. There was a dead silence on the road, but tonight the moon was exceptionally round, sprinkled with soft light all over the ground.

"Drive!" A man in black quickly whipped up, broke the surrounding tranquility, and went straight to the Jin Palace.

He stopped at the door of a red lacquered mansion, pulled the rope, and before the horse could stand firmly, he had already turned over and dismounted, and walked towards the door. There are beads of sweat on the forehead.

It was the middle of the night, and the palace was still brightly lit. On this ground, it looks extraordinarily magnificent. The inside and outside of the mansion gate were full of guards, all wearing armor and shields, standing opposite each other, with solemn expressions. Looking inside, I saw a row of brightly dressed girls waiting outside the temple gate with lanterns.

The night spirit strode into the mansion, but was stopped by the outermost guard, "Wait—Lord Night, the King of Jin has ordered today," Night Spirit paused, and before he could hear the man finish, he had already retreated to a dozen steps and then disappeared into the night.

I'm afraid it's because of that woman. The night spirit has been following the King of Jin for more than thirteen years, if it weren't for the King of Jin, or he would have already become a corpse gnawed by corpses on the side of the road. Since then, he has felt that the handsome man in white in front of him is worth remembering and protecting with his life for the rest of his life.

"Come out—" The night spirit held the sword in one hand and the scabbard in the other, and the cold murderous aura permeated it.

A woman in green clothes came out in response, masked, only a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes exposed to the night, mixed with hope and contempt, lazy, without a sense of fear, the silver whip on her waist was white by the moonlight, and a few wisps of blood were mottled. Before the woman could speak, she fell off the roof with a limp. The night spirit frowned, reached out and grabbed it, touched the ground with his toes, and jumped out of the palace without a sound.

"Eidolon... Night...... Spirit..."The woman in Tsing Yi whispered. Because of his weakness, the Night Spirit could only hear clearly if he got in. But still, expressionless.

"Nope! No! Ah——...h You're going to die..."

"Division... Tutor...... Right... Rise... Right... Not ......"

"I... Dislike... You.... Liangwei...."