Heng San stood dumbfounded, unable to believe what was happening in front of him. In just a while, two capable officers, one with a whimper, and the other lost face. He suddenly felt tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, and it took a long time to catch his breath, and he was indignant in his heart, staring at Chun Yuji viciously, and suddenly shouted wildly in the sky: "Archer." ”

When the archers under Zeng Yi's archery heard Heng San's shout, they immediately pulled their bows and arrows and aimed at Chun Yuji.

Heng Sandao pointed at Chun Yu and shouted: "Shoot him." ”

Zeng Yijian hesitated slightly, and before he could speak, his subordinates had already reflexively loosened their fingers that buckled the string, and more than a dozen sharp arrows "swished" and pounced on Chun Yuji like flying locusts.

Qihua had been paying attention to the situation on Chun Yuji's side, and when he saw the archer holding his bow and arrows, he screamed, picked up the iron spoon and rushed over.

Chun Yu has never experienced such a scene. In the face of the flying arrows, he didn't know how to deal with them, his eyes widened, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

At that moment, a weak, slender figure swooped in front of him. In an instant, another figure stood in front of him, dancing like a windmill with instruments in his hands, knocking the arrows into the air one by one. He was still confused, but he heard a soft sigh, and his slender body trembled and slowly slipped down.

Only then did he come back to his senses and found that it was Ruoyun who pounced in front of him, and it was Qihua who stood in front of him and pushed the flying arrow away.

"Ruoyun—" he called softly. The little girl was hit by an arrow in the chest, her eyes were closed, and her face was pale. He hurriedly pressed a few acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, and took out the gold sore medicine he carried with him and sprinkled it on the side of the wound, and did not dare to pull out the arrow, and gently placed the little girl on the lawn.

Ruoyun didn't care about life and death to block the arrow for him, his heart ached like a knife hinge, knelt on the ground, and patted his chest with his left hand and gasped for air.

After a while, he stood up slowly, holding a sword in his right hand, his face was hideous, staring fiercely at Heng San, Zeng Yiji and the others, and his eyes gradually glowed with red blood.

Seeing this, Heng San was terrified, leaned over and leaned towards Zeng Yijian, and muttered, "What does he want to do, what does he want to do." Suddenly, I noticed that the people around me were trembling with their broken blades.

The mountains fell into a deathly silence, and the sound of a broken leaf falling to the ground could be heard. Suddenly, Chun Yu shouted at the sky, and drew a semicircle with his sword, and in an instant, an invisible and qualitative strong wind roared.

Xiao Liu was still kneeling on the ground, and suddenly felt a sharp wind coming, he instinctively shrank his neck, only to feel a chill on the top of his head, and then saw his towel spinning in mid-air, and after a while, countless hairs fluttered down in front of him. He reached out and touched the top of his head, but it turned out to be bare, and as soon as his eyes were black, he fainted to the ground.

Zeng saw Chun Yu wielding his long sword from a distance, but he didn't care. However, he immediately watched as the archers standing to his left fell, twisting their bodies one after another, and then Hengsan, who was beside him, seemed to mutter, and slowly collapsed to the ground.

"Blood—" He saw that Heng San's shirt was splattered with blood, and his mind went blank. He didn't understand how he could be injured by the blade of the sword fifty or sixty paces away.

He also drew his bow just now, and although he didn't shoot, he still held the bow in his left hand and pinched the arrow in his right hand.

At this moment, time seemed to be pulled by a magical hand, and it walked extremely slowly.

He watched as the upper end of the bow he was holding seemed to have been gently slashed by a knife, breaking off the back of the bow, flipped in a circle in the air, and slowly fell. With the arrow still in his right hand, he grabbed the bowstring, so that the tip of the bow, which was led by the bowstring, fell and bounced again, and jumped before him.

A few drops of blood came out of nowhere, and flying insects landed on the back of his hand and slowly overflowed. Immediately after, a stream of blood floated in, drawing an arc and slowly falling down.

To his horror, he found that the blood was spurting from his neck. He tried to scream, but he couldn't make a sound, only to hear blood bubbling in his throat. After a while, he sighed as if deflated, and then collapsed to the ground.

"Sword Qi." Qihua was stunned for a long time and muttered to himself. She didn't expect that Chun Yuji had actually cultivated sword qi. She looked at Chun Yuji as if she didn't know.

Chun Yu stood there, holding the sword in his right hand, his eyes were frozen, and he seemed to be shocked by the scene in front of him. A group of people who were still fierce and vicious just now were covered with corpses all over the field in an instant, and they didn't even have time to wail.

Qihua guessed that he didn't expect the sword qi to be so powerful, so he stepped forward, put his hands on his shoulders, and said softly: "Okay, it's all over." ”

Chun Yuji exhaled lightly, trying to squeeze out some smiles, and the two supported each other to return to Ruoyun's side. At this moment, the sound of heavy horses' hooves came from ahead, and the two looked at each other in surprise, and looked at the south side of the hill together. This is the hillside, the south side of the terrain is slightly lower, ups and downs, you can't see the bottom of the slope, you can see the distance, and at the end is a line of heaven and earth.

The horse's hooves pounded the earth, making a rumbling sound, getting closer and closer. Chun Yuji and Qihua stared intently ahead. Soon, a crimson battle flag slowly rose from the end of the hillside in the distance, and then, the fierce war horses and armor-clad soldiers appeared in waves, gradually converging into a torrent, rushing towards here.

"Tiger Ben." Qi Hua slowly stood up, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes. She couldn't figure out how Tiger Ben could be here.

After a while, the Tiger Ben War Cavalry had already come to them, the soldiers dismounted one after another, and stood in several columns with solemn expressions, and a young officer in military uniform stepped forward, clasped his hands into fists, and said in a solemn tone: "The Tiger Ben Army Marquis Twelve Lang is ordered to protect Chun Yu Gongzi. ”

"Tiger Ben? Defend me? Chun Yuji's face was stunned.

Qihua stared at the tiger in front of him, thoughtful. As if she was trying to avoid something, her eyebrows tightened and slowly moved back, and before she knew it, she was already standing on the edge of the cliff. Twelve Lang inadvertently glanced at it, and found that Qi Hua had retreated to the edge of the cliff, and shouted, "Be careful."

Qihua glanced back, as if he was frightened, the soles of his feet slipped, and he staggered. She leaned and fluttered her hands, "Ahhh However, at this moment, she screamed and fell off the cliff.

Chun Yu was shocked, pounced violently, stretched out his hand but pulled an air, his body shook and almost fell out, and the tiger soldier rushed over, hugged him and pressed him to the ground.

Chun Yu lay on the ground, anxiously looked down the mountain, and shouted loudly: "Qihua." The shouts echoed through the deep valley, and he waited for a while, and when he heard no reply, he stood up and untied his coat, and prepared to climb down the cliff.

Seeing this, Twelve Lang hurriedly shouted, "Hold him." The tiger warriors rushed up and grabbed him.

Chun Yuji struggled desperately, and seeing that he had broken free from the pull of the tiger soldiers, he suddenly heard someone exclaim: "The little girl doesn't seem to be able to do it anymore." When he heard this, he stopped struggling, looked back, and shouted, "Ruoyun." ”

The tiger soldier let go of his hand, he ran over and knelt on the ground, his hands trembling and gently caressing Ruoyun's face, his expression was wooden.

Twelve Lang arched his hand and said, "Chun Yu Gongzi, don't worry. You take care of the little girl here, and I will send someone down the mountain to search for the young lady. ”

Chun Yu sat on the ground paralyzed, as if he hadn't heard anything, hugged Ruoyun tightly, and looked up at the sky. The surroundings seemed to have nothing to do with him, and two voices kept circling in his head, a delicate "Chun Yu Few-" and a childish "Chun Yu Brother-".

After a long time, tears came out of my eyes.

The red leaves all over the ground are paved with the sadness of autumn.