The slender and tall figure fell like a tree, knelt down with a puff, and slammed it to the ground.

"Alan!"

Princess Hehuan's eyes widened, staring closely ahead, as if she was shocked by the scene in front of her, and her soul was overwhelmed, only a voice urged her to pass.

No matter how scared you are, you have to pass.

"Don't go over."

Shi Qing grabbed her arm, restrained Princess Hehuan's action of wanting to step forward, clenched the dagger in her hand, and squinted her eyes to stare at the figure at the end of the alley.

The other party obviously also recognized Princess Hehuan, the long sword was against the moonlight, the snow was dazzling, and he did not hesitate to raise his sword to attack, pointing directly at the vital point.

Shi Qing simply stuffed the dagger into Princess Hehuan's hand, stepped on a long sword that fell to the ground, lightly picked up the force on his toes, caught it neatly in mid-air, pushed Princess Hehuan behind him, and took the initiative to hold the sword to meet him.

Zheng –

The two swords crossed and sharpened, making a clanging sound.

The man reacted quickly and stepped back, sideways to dodge a sword swung by Shi Qing, and the sword light shook like a shadow in the hand, and the sky was as tight and chaotic as snow.

It can be seen that the two are on par with each other, and they can't find each other's weaknesses for a while.

The sword stabbed straight in.

Shi Qing slid back, his face fell in the moonlight, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were as cold as snow, and in the face of the other party's sinister and fierce attack, he never saw half a panicked retreat in his eyes.

The sharp tip of the sword pointed towards each other.

The man's sharp sword blade suddenly retracted, and he was even afraid that the sharp edge would hurt her, so that the tip of the sword was stiffly sideways, and there were sharp flaws.

So much so that there was no resistance, Shi Qing's long sword stabbed straight into the other party's shoulder, and blood was pouring into it.

The masked man in black held the blade tightly, gritted his teeth and pulled out the sword body that was pierced on his shoulder, and while Shi Qing was also shaking, he flew lightly and flexibly onto the alley wall and turned over without a trace.

"Alan!"

Shi Qing originally wanted to chase him, but when she heard Princess Hehuan's voice, she came back to her senses like a sober and turned to look back.

The guy just now......

She saw it clearly, it was Shu Yang.

"Ah Lan ......"

Princess Hehuan knelt on the ground, completely ignoring the dirt on the ground, hugged Wei Lan's body, let him lean on his lap, and tightly covered Wei Lan's neck with her hand, the wound that kept bleeding.

"It's going to be fine, you're going to be fine, aren't you?"

Princess Hehuan's face was as pale as paper, she bit her trembling lower lip deeply, held back the tears rolling in her eyes, gently stroked Wei Lan's handsome side face, and comforted herself in a distracted voice, "It's okay, Ah Lan wake up, I'm here, don't pretend to be asleep and make me angry, okay?" ”

"Wake up ......"

But the tears fell completely uncontrollably, dripping onto Wei Lan's already bloodless cheeks.

Princess Hehuan wiped it off for him with her sleeve in fright, then raised her hand to wipe the tears on her face with her sleeve, crawled in front of Shi Qing on her knees, grabbed Shi Qing's skirt, and looked at her with hope in her eyes.

"Husband and wife......

"Can you help me save him?"

"Please, save him...... Acacia, please! ”

The tears that had just been wiped away silently covered her cheeks.

Princess Hehuan clutched Shi Qing's skirt, as if grasping the only life-saving straw, her forehead slammed on the ground, and she had no time to care about her face and dignity.

I already knew that there was no cure.

Shi Qing still walked over, probed Wei Lan's pulse, calmed his eyes, and said lightly: "He is dead, he can't be saved." ”