"Okay, let's fight to the death today!"

On the Baishi Ridge on the outskirts of the capital, Li Ruiyun and Bai Yu Taoist led a group of Tianxiao disciples to surround Lu Wenzheng, Ling Yun, Lian Nanchun, Yang Zhen, and Du Zhenghai.

Li Ruiyun gritted his teeth and said, waving the flag in his hand; The wolf-like Heavenly Owl disciple immediately held a sword in his hand and swarmed up.

In an instant, a wild sand flew in front of him, the sword light and sword shadow turned into patches of rain in the sky, and the strong smell of blood filled the entire station.

The long sword in the practice pavilion is like a rainbow, fast like a whirlwind, drawing out a series of afterimages, fighting with the white feather Taoist.

The two figures quickly shuttled through the mountains, chasing each other step by step, one as cunning as an eagle falcon, the other as light as a frightening Hong, swinging the wind around them, surging like an endless tide, making the tension of the battle even higher.

Du Zhenghai did not say a word from beginning to end in this Shura-style battle. He seems to be the most neglected person, but he is also the most murderous and violent person.

With a sword in his hand, it was like a tiger with wings, and the sword light soared in the long whistle, as if a shocking thunderbolt exploded on the ground, which was shocking. With just a snap of his fingers, four Heavenly Owl disciples fell to the ground with swords in front of him.

Lian Nanchun's black clothes fluttered in the wind, the sword was fierce, the wind was fierce, and the anger contained in his eyes was more ruthless than blood thicker than water, and only forced a few besieging enemies to retreat again and again.

Lian Nanchun laughed, his graceful figure like a swallow fluttered gracefully, like a glimpse of light, lightly broke away from the enemy formation, and flew in front of Lingyun after a few ups and downs in the air.

"Here, my aunt and Brother Du will drag them down, and you and Yang Zhen will protect Lord Lu and go first!" When the two met by mistake, she whispered in Ling Yun's ear.

As she spoke, her sword whirled around, once again blocking the Heavenly Owl disciples who were surging up like endless waves.

At this point, Ling Yun had no other choice.

He asked Yang Zhen to cover Lord Lu, and he charged in front. Hands everywhere, armor torn; Where the sword flew, there was a bloody light.

But the disciples of the Heavenly Owl are not idle people, and they are numerous and well-trained. Luo Fengwei methodically waved the command flag in his hand, and commanded all the Heavenly Owl disciples to change their formations one after another, wanting to exhaust the energy of the two of them, and then kill the killer.

In addition, stray arrows and locusts are attacking from time to time, Ling Yun and Yang Zhen not only do their own offensive and defensive skills, but also have to pay attention to Lu Wenzheng's safety at all times, which is simply dangerous and terrifying.

Yang Zhen screamed in pain, and an arrow had been hit in his right rib, and blood from the wound spurted wildly, and his entire shirt was immediately dyed red.

His figure fell down one by one, and Lu Wenzheng exclaimed: "Yang Zhen! ……”

Only at this moment, there was a gap, and Feng Biwen, who was on the side, saw this, and raised his sword to stab Lu Wenzheng in the heart. Yang Zhen barely stood up and used his long sword to hold the tip of the opponent's sword.

Feng Biwen raised her eyebrows and said, "Go and die!" The sword stabbed straight at him.

Yang Zhen barely turned to one side, and the sword was pierced and stabbed into his right chest, and blood gushed like a spring.

Feng Biwen sneered, gritted his teeth sharply, and pulled out his long sword; When he was about to stab the second sword again, Lu Wenzheng was already desperate to block in front of Yang Zhen.

The evil aura in Feng Biwen's eyes was turbulent, "You master and servant are really righteous, okay, that girl will fulfill you!" ”

The long sword was raised and stabbed towards Lu Wenzheng's heart!

Lu Wenzheng stared at the tip of the sword like a flood of autumn water, followed by Yang Zhen's hoarse exclamation: "No! ……”

He barely took two steps forward, but unfortunately he was hit by two more swords.

I only heard the "pounce", the long sword covered the chest, a bloody blur, followed by a tragic scream: "Ah! ……”

But this voice is not Lu Wenzheng's; It was sent by Feng Biwen beside him. Behind her stood a person, Ling Yun.

The long sword in Ling Yun's hand pierced through the back of her chest without a handle, revealing her front heart.

The muscles on Feng Biwen's face twitched painfully, and she turned around with difficulty, glaring at the merciless man who had killed her with resentment in her eyes, before slowly falling down.

At this time, Yang Zhen's blood-soaked figure also fell to the ground, and Lu Wenzheng turned around and hugged him.

Yang Zhen's breath was still in breath at this time, and he said intermittently: "I'm sorry, my lord, my subordinates can't ...... anymore You must be well protected and ...... Take care of yourself......"

Lu Wenzheng couldn't cry and said: "Yang Zhen, don't talk nonsense, you'll be fine!" ”

Yang Zhen shook his head lightly and said, "Don't ...... me, you guys ...... Let's go! ……”

Ling Yun knew that Yang Zhen's life was in danger, how could he be troubled by the enemies around him, and it was difficult to free up his body to rescue Lu Wenzheng and Yang Zhen for a while.

Ling Yun finally got rid of the entanglement of his opponent, staggered a few steps and rushed to Lu Wenzheng, shouting, "My lord, go quickly!" ”

Yang Zhen was already out of breath at this time. Lu Wenzheng put down Yang Zhen's body in tears and stood up tremblingly.

At this time, he only felt that his eyes were black, and he stumbled under his feet, and almost fell.

"My lord, what's wrong with you?" Ling Yun couldn't help but breathe, and hurriedly took a step forward to support him.

Lu Wenzheng's face turned pale, curled up tightly with his weak body, and reluctantly shook his head and said, "It's okay......"

At this time, the situation was urgent, and Ling Yun had no time to take care of anything else; He endured his grief and bowed silently to Yang Zhen's body, and then hurriedly picked up Lu Wenzheng and walked away.

Ling Yun covered Lu Wenzheng to fight his way out of the encirclement, and after walking for less than a few miles, he felt that Lu Wenzheng's body leaning on his side was falling more and more.

Looking back, I saw that Lu Wen's front was as white as paper, he had difficulty breathing, and his face was covered with cold sweat the size of a soybean grain.

He carefully helped Lu Wenzheng to sit down on a stone on the side of the road, and said in a hurried voice: "My lord, what's wrong with you, is there anything uncomfortable?" ”

Lu Wenzheng only felt cold at this time, as if he was being bitten fiercely by an invisible beast, and all the limbs were suffering from unbearable pain, his limbs spasmed, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"My lord......" Looking at Lu Wenzheng's very painful appearance, Ling Yun's heart couldn't help but tremble, and an ominous premonition came to his heart.

Lu Wenzheng closed his eyes slightly, forcibly suppressed the pain in his chest, and said weakly: "Zhichao, I'm fine...... Let's go quickly, it's dangerous here, and if they catch up, they'll be in trouble......"

Ling Yun felt that his throat was swollen and filled with a fishy sweetness; I wanted to say something to comfort him, but I didn't know where to start.

And the situation before him did not allow him to delay on the part; Under the repeated urging of Lord Lu, he had no choice but to nod with tears, leaned down with some difficulty, picked up Lord Lu's weak body, and walked forward as if flying.

After walking for more than ten miles, he finally came to a desolate place that was inaccessible - this place should have been out of the control of the Heavenly Owl.

Ling Yun stopped and gently put down Lord Lu behind a leeward rock, but saw that he suddenly turned crooked and collapsed to the ground.

"My lord, my lord, what's wrong with you, don't scare me! ......" Ling Yun couldn't help but be shocked.

Lu Wenzheng was trembling all over, his breathing was weak and difficult, his bloodless face had a faint blue-gray color, his two deep-set eyes were hollow, and there was no blood on his lips, his expression was terrifying.

"Zhichao, I'm afraid...... No......" It took him a long time before he regained his breath and said intermittently.

Ling Yun only felt his head bang, and said in a trembling voice: "My lord, what nonsense are you talking about?" ”

Lu Wenzheng smiled bitterly: "I also hope that I am in ...... Nonsense, but ...... Is it possible? ”

Ling Yun sobbed and said, "You're fine, I know you're good, you'll be fine......

Lu Wenzheng's eyes were glazed, and he said miserably: "Now, we don't have to deceive ourselves anymore; And I should have thought about what I was poisoned into......"

Ling Yun looked at him blankly.

Lu Wenzheng slowly exhaled and said, "Hibiscus flower poison ......"

Ling Yun bit his lip vigorously until he bit out the dripping blood, and then he could suppress the whimper back into his throat.

"Now I'm finally ...... I figured it out, no wonder Li Zhishan would say something like that to me when he came to the prison a few days ago, it turned out that he was planning to poison me with hibiscus flowers......"

His voice is unstable, like mottled brushstrokes carved in the air. From this, he also remembered what Li Zhishan said a few days ago when he came to the prison to interrogate him about the prince's case:

"You're still clinging to the old and bad habits of the Shangshu Mansion of your Criminal Department, and you're dreaming of your requests, won't you change your perspective on the problem?"

"I can tell you unambiguously that you are now doomed to a dead end, and it doesn't really matter whether you confess or not." ……

Ling Yun was also remorseful at this time, he hated why he hadn't thought of these things earlier, so that he had caused today's disaster.

He said bitterly: "My lord, I didn't anticipate things and failed to protect you......"

Lu Wenzheng shook his head slightly, "No." If only I could ...... I had listened to your words of exhortation earlier, and if I had left the prison with you earlier, it might not have been...... That's what it looks like today...... It's a pity that everything was late......"

As he said this, his body suddenly twitched in pain. His teeth clenched, his whole face distorted, his forehead bruised, his eyes flustered and helpless, revealing a sense of despair in his dying struggle.

Hopelessness spreads, crumbling in silence. At that moment, Ling Yun only felt heartache.

Lu Wenzheng closed his eyes, panting faintly, he was trying to accumulate the last functions in his body.

Finally, he opened his eyes again, and said in a bitter voice: "Now that the prince's case is unclear, I still have unresolved grievances, I really don't want to die so unexplained!" …… It's just that providence is hard to disobey...... Zhichao, promise me that I must live well, investigate the prince's case, and fulfill my unfulfilled wish, okay? ”……