"Poof—"

Wen Jinghua's sword pierced through the armor and pierced into the flesh of the person.

She twisted the hilt of her sword so hard that she didn't have time to confirm whether the enemy in front of her was alive or dead, so she drew her sword and swung it at the other's head.

It's like they can never be killed, cut down the few in front of them, and in an instant, there will be those behind who pounce on them.

Wen Jinghua is now a piece of fat that has fallen into the wolf's den, and he wants to pounce on it and take a bite.

A hundred taels of gold, such a reward is really tempting.

Tuoba Jian clasped his hands on his chest and tilted his head in confusion.

This Liang man who pretended to be Chu Lingheng was really interesting, knowing that he was going to die, he had struggled for so long.

What sustains him?

Seeing that there were more and more corpses on the ground that were killed by him, the playfulness in Tuoba Jian's eyes gradually faded.

He waved his hand to stop the soldiers who were going forward, and said, "You are not his opponents, Lone's reward, it is better to take it yourself!"

The endless attack finally stopped slightly, and Wen Jinghua was able to breathe for the time being.

The soldiers spontaneously moved out of the way to both sides, freeing up a road between Tuoba Jian and Wen Jinghua.

Wen Jinghua gasped for breath, she knew that she was going to die here, but she didn't regret it.

Being able to exchange her life for Chu Lingheng's life, she felt that it was worth it.

Tuoba Jian controlled the horse and slowly walked towards her.

Wen Jinghua seemed to see the soul messenger of hell, and she was terrified to the extreme, and she was only numb.

If you want to say that the person she fears the most in this world, there is no second one except Tuoba Jian.

In her previous life, she was Bao Qi Yuan Shen Jiangshan, and when she first ascended the throne, she invited herself into the Bei clan as a hostage, and in the Bei clan, her biggest nightmare was the prince of the North clan in front of her.

Tuoba Jian is not human.

Wen Jinghua couldn't imagine what kind of language should be used to describe him.

He is a tyrant, a collection of all the indifference, cold-bloodedness, and murderous in this world.

relived a lifetime, and fell into his hands again, Wen Jinghua knew that she couldn't live.

She clenched the sword in her hand tightly and urged the horse to take the initiative to kill Tuoba Jian.

Tuoba Jian raised his hand to block, not even the scimitar was unsheathed.

Wen Jinghua fought with him in one place, so close that their breaths were entangled with each other.

Looking at the blood-stained face that suddenly approached in front of him, Tuoba Jian was stunned for a moment.

This face is so perfect, so desperate, and so indifferent and strong.

The complex impact force made Tuoba Jian, who was close at hand, lose his mind for a moment.

Such a beautiful person should be brought back to have fun.

Enough to let him die.

Tuoba Jian couldn't help but smile.

Wen Jinghua leaned closer to him.

Tuoba Jian stared at that beautiful face, only to see the owner of that face's lips move slightly, and said in a low voice: "Idiot!"

Wen Jinghua's expression changed suddenly, and he held a sword in his right hand and Tuoba Jian in a stalemate, but he took out a dagger from his boot with his left hand and quickly wiped it towards Tuoba Jian's neck.

What a godsend!

Tuoba Jian lost his mind when he fought against her!

The master has made a move, and it changes in a moment.

Tuoba Jian immediately came back to his senses, but Wen Jinghua's dagger came to him.

He hurriedly leaned back, and Wen Jinghua immediately swung his sword to advance.

The dagger and the long sword crossed and cut past, and before Tuoba Jian's scimitar could be unsheathed, he was stabbed in the neck first.

The dagger slashed Tuoba Jian's neck, and Wen Jinghua swung his sword to change lanes halfway, and pressed down towards Tuoba Jian's slashing face.

Wen Jinghua wanted to take the opportunity to split Tuoba Jian, but she had already exhausted her strength, and she couldn't take advantage of it with all her might.

Tuoba Jian stabilized his figure, holding Wen Jinghua's right hand holding the sword with one hand, and actually overwhelmed Wen Jinghua little by little.

Wen Jinghua raised the dagger with his left hand and stabbed at Tuoba Jian, but was pinched by Tuoba Jian.

The two sat on their horses, as if they were intertwined.

Wen Jinghua bit her lip stubbornly, for fear that she would never be able to get up again if she was relaxed.

Her lips were bitten, Wen Jinghua was exhausted, and she leaned back and was pressed off the horse's back by Tuoba Jian.

"Poof—"

The two fell into the snow, Wen Jinghua's helmet fell out, and the ink hair scattered to the ground.

Snow-white earth, jet-black hair, blood-red lips.

Tuoba Jian's eyes, which were originally full of murderous intent, were instantly lit up with amazement.

"It's a woman!" he said in surprise as he pressed Wen Jinghua into the snow.

Wen Jinghua struggled, but Tuoba Jian did not move.

Tuoba Jian clamped Wen Jinghua's arms with one hand, and said with a happy smile: "There is a woman like you in Daliang, I should have attacked Daliang earlier." ”

Wen Jinghua bit her lip tightly, and suddenly smiled when she heard this.

In such a life-and-death battle, such a beautiful and bewitching face.

Her lips hooked and smiled, almost blinding Tuoba Jian.

Wen Jinghua's lips moved, as if she was saying something.

Tuoba Jian couldn't hear clearly, so he couldn't help but bend down close to her and ask, "What did you say?"

Wen Jinghua moved his lips again, but he still didn't hear clearly, so he couldn't help but get closer again.

Wen Jinghua suppressed the excitement in her heart, and just wanted to lure him closer, so she bit his throat and died with him.

But Tuoba Jian suddenly reacted.

He sat up straight and said with a smile: "I was almost deceived by you! Our fox of the North Clan is also tempted to fall into the trap like this, and you want to die with me?"

Wen Jinghua was completely stunned.

Obviously he was close, but he couldn't bite him again.

Tuoba Jian saw the confusion in her eyes and couldn't help but want to kiss her.

Suddenly, a silver-red figure fell in mid-air, swinging his sword and slashing at Tuoba Jian.

Tuoba Jian was shocked by the killing intent, and before he could look back, he leaned over and rolled on the ground.

The blade of the sword brushed his back, and Tuoba Jian was in pain, and jumped out three times.

The figure fell to the ground and swept Wen Jinghua, Wen Jinghua only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and in a blink of an eye, it fell into the man's arms.

This man, like her, was dressed in silver-red armor.

Wen Jinghua looked at it, and tears immediately welled up.

Because this is the person she has been thinking about for a long time.

"Chu Lingheng!" Tuoba Jian said in a lost voice: "You are not dead?!"

Chu Lingheng sat on horseback and held Wen Jinghua firmly in his arms.

Wen Jinghua tilted his head and saw the green stubble on his chin.

The breath was calm, strong and powerful, not at all like it had been buried by an avalanche for seven days.

Chu Lingheng's thin lips opened lightly, and he sneered: "Just because of you, you also want to kill me?"

Tuoba Jian covered his back with fear, and warm blood oozed out of the place where he was slashed by Chu Lingheng.

"It's the same with you here!" Tuoba Jian turned on his horse and drew his scimitar.

Seeing this, Wen Jinghua nervously held the corner of Chu Lingheng's clothes.

Chu Lingheng noticed it, lowered his head and chuckled: "Be good, don't be afraid, Brother Ling will take you home." ”

Wen Jinghua's original nervous mood was instantly replaced by shame.

I saw Chu Lingheng stretch out his hand and snap his fingers, and a large number of Liang soldiers immediately appeared in the silent darkness around him.

Each of them had a cluster of arrows in their hands, and they were steadily aiming at Tuoba Jian and his Bei Clan soldiers.

Chu Lingheng hugged Wen Jinghua in his arms tightly, looked at Tuoba Jian and smiled evilly: "I will give the prince some arrows as a gift for reunion..."