Chapter 83

The morning sun slowly rose, and a golden-red light was projected on Su Ying's body.

Qing Ruo had heard that the Demon Realm Imperial Family could easily sit on the throne only because of their great power. Now, Qing Ruo understands that this power comes at a price.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the fog in the distance, Qing Ruo glanced at the person, and walked in front of Su Ying, "All the Tongxia guards are on alert!" As he spoke, he drew his own sword.

The person wearing the enemy's uniform walked out of the fog, and the person at the head was that Tang Lu.

The two armies faced each other, and everyone drew their weapons. Qingruo glanced at Su Ying, who was still using his abilities, and stepped forward with his sword.

Su Ying's surroundings were scuffling, but he couldn't even take his eyes off. He couldn't be distracted...... The battle of 2,000 men will take at least an hour to end. Otherwise, he would really be certain to die this time.

Several times people from the Licheng faction approached him, but they were all blocked back by Qingruo.

Rashly using this kind of power is already extremely draining, where can you still help Qingruo. However, it seems that the leader of the Licheng faction did not send too many people, which was purely his luck.

An hour was approaching, and Su Ying felt a little tired.

Like an oil lamp that has been consumed with too much oil.

The surrounding battle is also nearing its end.

The man who took the lead was already halfway through the fight, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he ran away with the few remaining people.

That's it, the total annihilation of the enemy Su Ying and others also paid a huge price. As far as the eye could see, corpses were strewn all over the field, rivers of blood flowed, and no more than five people were standing.

Qing Ruo seemed to be the least injured of these people, but a sword wound on his shoulder still shocked Su Ying.

Restraining his breath, Su Ying issued the last order: all the rebels in the Demon Realm should be self-defeating.

After silently waiting for a cup of tea, Su Ying returned his breath to his limbs and exhaled lightly.

Qing Ruo walked over at some point, and supported his body with his sword against the ground. Getting closer, Su Ying realized that under closer inspection, the wounds on Qingruo's body were even more terrifying.

Watching Nangong Ying's pupils gradually turn back to black, and the fluttering silver hair turned back to black in the wind that gradually dissipated, Qingruo let out a long sigh of relief.

"Qingruo!" Su Ying walked over quickly and held him. His body trembled slightly, his body temperature was abnormally low, and it was obvious that he was not lightly injured.

In addition to "breaking the green silk", Su Ying also had some medicine on his body, and he couldn't care so much at this time, helping him sit under the trunk next to him, Su Ying reached out to untie his shirt.

His wound was not long, but it was deep, the flesh on both sides was turned outward, and his chest was covered with blood.

Su Ying's heart skipped a beat, and he pulled out the cork of the bottle of Shengjisan that stopped bleeding and healed the wound, picked out a large piece of snow-white Shengjisan with his fingertips, and carefully applied it to the wound.

He felt Qing Ruo's body shake in pain.

After applying the raw muscle powder, Su Ying took out the gold sore medicine from his sleeve and gave it to Qing Ruo. There was a lot of blood, and his own front was stained with dark red blood.

Qing Ruo's injuries were not serious except for the shoulders, and after finishing Qing Ruo's side, Su Ying went to heal the remaining soldiers. Their injuries were heavier than Qingruo's, and one of them looked like he was dead.

In the end, Su Ying could only say that he did his best.

After finishing this, Su Ying took out the "inch broken green silk" contained in the green jade bottle from his sleeve, unscrewed the cork, poured it all on his hands, and sprinkled it on his body. Seeing that the medicinal powder around him was getting less and less, gradually adsorbing on his body, he let out a long sigh.

War, as it has always been.

Returning to Qingruo's side, Su Ying reached out and probed his forehead with some concern. Qing Ruo's face was a little pale, probably because of excessive blood loss and low body temperature.

Looking at Su Ying's tightly knit brows, Qing Ruo smiled reluctantly, "Minor injury...... ...... who won't die"

Su Ying clenched the hand in his sleeve fiercely, "Qingruo, you remember it for me, if you die, I will go to the ghost world to bring you back!" ”

Qing Ruo smiled a little harder, nodded slightly, and said, "Good ......"

After about half a cup of tea, the wound on Qing Ruo's shoulder finally stopped bleeding, and his face looked better. Several other soldiers also regained some strength, and two were able to move around.

Su Ying stroked Qingruo's forehead, fortunately, there was no fever.

Su Ying said, "Can you still go?" It's not a good place to stay for long, I'm afraid of long nights and dreams—"

"What the prince said is extremely true!" A cold voice could be heard in the distance.

Su Ying's heart suddenly "chuckled".

Sure enough, there are still remnants......

Su Ying stood up, turned his head, and looked at the person who was slowly coming.

He can't show weakness – not even if he's the only one left.

There were not many people, only one or twenty. Except for a few people in front, the people in the back were covered in blood, holding bloodstained knives in their hands.

Su Ying understood that these people were killed from Tongxia City. And the people who led the way in front of them were the same ones who had escaped just now and now turned back.

"Yo! Beauty, hurt? The leader who had fled earlier looked at the placket on Su Ying's chest and said with a smile.

The person in the back had a bad face, and the knife in his hand kept shaking since he saw Su Ying.

looks like they don't share the sky.

Zhou Fu fought desperately in the city, and when he saw that there were fewer and fewer brothers alive, he was even more anxious. Only took one or twenty people to fight out of the encirclement, and met Tang Lu who fled in the desert outside Tongxia City. With Tang Lu leading the way, it didn't take much effort to find it.

Su Ying stood up and took a few steps forward, protecting Qing Ruo behind him. Several soldiers around him who could move also gathered, and Su Ying slowly took a few steps forward again.

"Little Shadow ......"

Su Ying stood in place, his gaze swept over the person twenty steps away, and without looking back, he whispered to the person behind him: "Go." ”

"What?" Qing Ruo's voice was very soft, and then there was silence behind her.

"I said, go."

Su Ying's tone did not fluctuate, and his voice was very soft and low.

"Impossible!" Qing Ruo struggled to stand up and looked at the back a few steps away, "You can't stay alone!" ”

"What are you going to do?" The person on the other side spoke.

"Still want to go?" The man behind him, who had been glaring at Su Ying fiercely, walked out with a knife.

Zhou Fu saw the still calm figure on the other side, and his anger almost turned into flames and burned - the leader of the Licheng faction raised him as an orphan since he was a child, how could he not repay the kindness of nurturing? Raising the knife, Zhou Fu shouted, lifted a breath of blood, and rushed over.

After running less than ten paces, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his chest and abdomen.

Zhou Fu thought that the previous wound was torn, but he didn't care, and continued to rush forward. After running a few more steps, suddenly the pain in the chest and abdomen became more and more unbearable, and with each breath, the chest felt as if it had been slashed by a sharp blade, and then the tip of the knife stabbed in little by little.

Cold sweat spread all over his body, and Zhou Fu had to stop and look down at his chest-

At some point, there was a long, deep wound on the chest, from the right chest to the left waist, and the bone was visible deeply, and blood was constantly flowing out of it. The internal organs seem to have been chopped up raw.

Zhou Fu didn't care so much, stared at the figure that was already close at hand, took a difficult step, and raised the knife in his hand.

When he dies, he must be buried with this person.

Suddenly, the wrist tingled—

Zhou Fu gritted his teeth and found that there was an extra wound on his wrist that almost cut off the entire hand, and the palm of his hand was almost falling off his wrist.

After shaking for a few moments, he couldn't hold the knife anymore, Zhou Fu half-knelt on the ground, the intact hand tightly held the bloodstained other hand, and the bean-sized cold sweat couldn't stop flowing down his forehead.

Su Ying's eyes looked at the man who was half-kneeling on the ground a few steps away, a bloody and cruel scene, but his voice was slightly amplified on his mouth-

"Let's go!"

"I'm not going to leave you alone!" Qingruo's voice was categorical.

"What hypocrisy! You are here to die with me, who will move the rescuers? Su Ying shouted.

"Tongxia defenders obey orders!" Su Ying said in a loud voice, "Take the right deputy general away!" ”

"No!" Qing Ruo roared, and then coughed non-stop, coughing so that Su Ying's heart trembled with him.

He was too badly injured to afford it.

A slap of blood can't be shed.

There were only twenty steps, and Tang Lu and the others on the opposite side could see it clearly-the dazzling-looking man didn't move a finger at all, and Zhou Fu was defeated. Looking at each other, Tang Lu secretly calculated, but he didn't dare to rush over for a while.

While the people on the other side are still uncertain, it will be too late if they don't leave!

Su Ying gritted her teeth, turned around and walked to Qing Ruo, who was standing against the tree, tore off a whole piece of yellow scarf from the cuff that could still see the color, and stuffed it in Qing Ruo's hand.

"Reinforcements should be coming soon, if you don't tell them about the battle here, who can go?" Su Ying held Qingruo's hand holding the yellow scarf, "The battle of Tongxia is now here, how can I have a chance to live if you die?" ”

Qing Ruo looked at me, his handsome face was colorless, he didn't speak with his mouth open, but a few soldiers behind him looked a little moved when they heard Su Ying's words.

Su Ying looked at them, "Take him away." ”

Several warriors hesitated for a moment, and finally helped Qing Ruo, who was slightly stunned, to leave. Qing Ruo looked back at him, his eyes full of worry and fear.

Su Ying smiled faintly at him, and turned to look at the people twenty paces away.

"Now," Su Ying looked at the other party expressionlessly, "...... It's our turn. ”