The bright moonlight reflected the earth, and the bright moon in white was like a fairy descending to earth, but a touch of blood red on the right shoulder blade was extremely eye-catching. Song Wenxi ran behind panting, his clothes were already soaked with sweat, and his steps were extremely heavy, but he did not fall behind Mingyue at all.

Finally moving away from the pursuers, they were all relieved at the same time. Looking back, they couldn't see Qingfeng and his party, and both of them were very anxious. Although Mingyue was worried about Qingfeng in her heart, the most important task at the moment was to escort His Royal Highness from the tiger's mouth.

Glancing back, Mingyue resolutely pulled Song Wenxi to continue to run wildly, and broke into a forest in a panic.

At the main gate of the palace, there were not many people left beside Duan Hu, the commander of the guards. Covered in blood, the silver-white armor was so sticky that it was a little disgusting. For the sake of His Highness, their mission is to delay a little more time and fight for a glimmer of life for their Highness. He had more than a dozen wounds on his body. Sure enough, if there are many people, it is easy to bully people, not to mention that there are Liu Liji and two first-class masters, who are out of breath.

As the commander of the second prince's personal guard, he is also a stable second-rate master, but he is really not enough to see at the moment. Looking at the brothers who fell one by one, there was a sense of powerlessness all over my body.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he gathered the remnants of his soldiers, and he launched a final charge.

Liu Liji had already seen through the strategy of attacking the east and west, and took half of the people and a master to pursue Song Wenxi. Duan Hu became more and more anxious in his heart, and he became more and more desperate, but no matter how hard he fought and roared, he couldn't break through the more than 100 forbidden troops sitting in the first-class masters, and there were only a dozen brothers left around him. Duan Hu finally staggered, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, washed with blood, and his whole resolute face was spent, when the long sword pierced his chest, his last hard blow finally injured the master, but it was just a cut of the arm, holding the enemy's sword, he half-knelt on the ground and swallowed that breath unwillingly, but his eyes were still staring ahead, which was the direction of the mountain at the back gate of the palace.

With his death, all 280 princes' personal guards were killed in battle, and they fulfilled their mission, and they still exchanged one for one despite the disparity in strength between the enemy and us, which was their pride.

Under the moonlight, the gate of the palace was full of horizontal and vertical bodies, blood flowed like a river, stumps and broken arms were more than 300 meters full, and the heavy smell of blood rushed into the air. The master left the sword, took a deep look at Duan Hu's corpse, covered his arms and led the person away.

On the five-foot-wide official road, some corpses appeared in a sparse manner, spreading into the distance. Liu Liyin was moving forward at full speed, he was very panicked now, and cold sweat was already breaking out on his forehead. What was supposed to be a safe errand may now have an accident.

As a capable general of the general, it will naturally make other colleagues jealous. The reason why he got this errand was that the general intended to help him establish his authority. Now if he messes up this matter himself, he doesn't need to be ridiculed by others, and he won't have the face to see the general again.

The master was sent out by him first, and he also rode his horse and galloped, and the torches behind him were bright, which was bound to illuminate the night, so that the second prince had nowhere to escape.

The stubborn pursuers made Qingfeng never get out. Originally, with his own light martial arts, he would not take these people into account at all, but now, he can't leave, and if he drags on for a moment longer, His Highness will be able to escape a little more likely.

Looking at the only six guards left around him, he finally became anxious.

There was someone coming in the distance, the aura was powerful, and in an instant, a figure could already be seen, it was a first-class master. Qingfeng only felt a sense of powerlessness. The rest of them were all wounded, but none of them were timid, and their blood-red eyes were full of murderous intent.

At this point, there was no need to escape, all they had to do was to make sure that they could kill one more person.

Qingfeng quietly took out the last flying knife, and accumulated the true qi of the whole body in his right hand, when the master was just about to rush to kill, he suddenly felt a strong killing intent, and subconsciously prepared to retreat, but it was too late. As soon as his neck was cold, a canopy of blood appeared, and he hurriedly hid in the crowd with his neck covered.

Qingfeng was going to kill him, but he couldn't kill the man, although he felt pity in his heart, but he didn't hesitate at all, and reflexively killed into the crowd, his target was only one, that is, the person who covered his neck.

Like a ghost, he walked through the crowd, and the countless gaps in his long knife did not affect the blood that he brought up the enemy's neck. A bloody path spread behind him, and finally collided with the man's long sword, and made more than twenty moves in a row, although he always had the advantage, he never took down the man.

In the distance, there was the sound of horses' hooves, countless torches, the breeze became more and more anxious, the ordinary long knife in his hand was cut off, he quickly retreated, and the morale of the enemy army was greatly boosted, and swept over. The last two guards were already heavily surrounded.

"My lord, go quickly. One of them shouted, swinging his knife and slashing heavily on the shoulder of one of the people who rushed up, only to be cut into several pieces by a dozen knives in an instant, and the head of the other flew in front of him. The breeze roared, snatched the two knives again, and slaughtered into the crowd like a demon god, tearing a hole in it, and running towards the woods in the opposite direction where His Highness had fled.

The mountain behind the palace was lit up with torches all night, and more forbidden troops rushed over to search the mountain quickly. Liu Liji is very anxious now. Franticly urging the soldiers not to let go of any corner. At this time, he no longer began to be so powerful and domineering, his face was full of mud, and he didn't need a horse, and he took the lead with a long sword. However, there was no trace of the second prince at all.

After running wildly all night, Song Wenxi was exhausted, and his throat was about to smoke. Mingyue is not much better, although the foundation of a first-class master is very good, but she has lost too much blood and now her lips are white, there is no trace of blood on her face, and her delicate melon seed face can no longer see the elegance of the past, and her white shirt is also damaged in a few places.

In front of a village was a village, where smoke rose from the cooking, and the two were hungry and thirsty, but Mingyue refused to enter the village. This will undoubtedly leave a clue for the pursuers. Song Wenxi couldn't take care of it, he really couldn't do it, and he thought in his heart that even if he died, he would have to be a full ghost.

They entered the courtyard of a family, this family seemed to be in good condition, the owner was a couple over half a hundred years old, looking at the embarrassed appearance of the two, frightened and inexplicable. Although there have never been any villains in the suburbs of Qingcheng, looking at the two uninvited guests, they are indeed suspicious.

"Uncle, the rivers and lakes are in emergency, and it is convenient to make trouble. Song Wenxi said and took out a small bag of silver from his arms and handed it to the old man, looking at the exquisite money bag, and then looking at the good outfits of the two, he knew in his heart that this might be a pair of Jianghu people, and helping others is the fine tradition of the people of Qingcheng.

"May I ask the two of you, what can the old man do?" he said, but handed the money bag back to Song Wenxi.

Song Wenxi didn't take the money bag, "We need a little food and two sets of clothes, trouble the old man, we are being hunted down by the enemy, it is very urgent." ”

When the old man heard this, he quickly went to close the courtyard door, took the two into the hall and sat down at the table of the eight immortals, and hurriedly instructed the woman on the stove to bring up the freshly steamed steamed buns, and he also made a pot of water and poured a bowl for the two. Standing on the sidelines, he looked at the two of them with some confusion, but did not speak.

Song Wenxi drank a bowl of water, and he didn't care about anything, he grabbed the steamed bun and took a big bite, Mingyue was restless and took a steamed bun, took a bite but glanced outside the door.

The old man instructed the woman to find two sets of clean clothes, and Mingyue entered the back room, and when she came out, she had already changed into an ordinary woman's outfit, but her unearthly temperament made people shine. Song Wenxi seemed to be surprised, stuffed the small half of the steamed bun in his hand into his mouth, and followed the old man to change into a farmer's clothes.

When she came out, Mingyue had already packed the steamed buns, thanked the couple and hurriedly went out. The old man looked at the money bag in his hand and seemed to be thinking about something.

Two sets of luxurious-looking clothes were burning in the stove, and a smell of blood irritated the old man's nostrils, he sniffed, Zou Zou frowned, and carried the hoe and prepared to go out.

As soon as they arrived at the gate, a group of officers and soldiers appeared at the head of the village, and the old man stood at the gate of the courtyard as if nothing had happened, looking blankly at the leading officers and soldiers and instructing the soldiers to inquire one by one, just looking for someone.

Song Wenxi and the others abandoned the main road and rushed to a secluded place.

At the fork in the road, someone rode a horse and walked slowly, Mingyue flew up and kicked over the man, stretched out his hand to mention Song Wenxi, and the two walked away. The man on the ground was grizzled and looked like a Taoist priest, looked at the two people in the distance, and shouted, "Hey, my horse." But no one paid any attention to him.

"I met a robber early in the morning, how unlucky I am, Master, it seems that I am going to be late this time, don't punish me for sweeping the floor, there is a reason for this. The Taoist priest muttered and got up, patted the dirt on his body, and limped towards the road.

When night fell, Song Wenxi and the others had already left the boundary of Qingcheng, came to a small city, found a small shop to eat something simple, and forcibly bought a guest's horse to continue to rush to the moonlight.

As soon as the two of them left, four men in black entered the shop, and they didn't stop the store without fighting, and they turned around and left in the puzzled eyes of the shopkeeper.

The morning sun is rising, can not hide the cold of late autumn, on the bank of the Yuan River, there is a young peasant couple about to cross the river, the boatman is about to untie the cable, when they see four people in front of them coming quickly, while shouting something. The boatman thought that the four people were also going to cross the river, so they stopped what they were doing.

When the young couple looked back, they broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly urged the boatman to sail. This young couple is Song Wenxi and Mingyue, who are fleeing for their lives in embarrassment, for more than two months, they have been running for their lives every day, and they have reached the boundary of Dongzhao Kingdom after seeing the Yuanjiang River, but they were caught up by the masters sent by the traitors at the last moment.

The four of them drew their swords and went straight to the two of them, and the boatman saw this posture and threw down the cable and plunged into the water and disappeared, regardless of whether the river was cold in late autumn. Mingyue's hairs stood up, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly. The four people in front of him are all first-class masters, especially the one in the middle is Zheng Xingyou, the third swordsman of the General's Mansion who has been famous for a long time. If she fights alone, Mingyue will not necessarily lose, but now that she is facing the four masters alone, Mingyue has a chill down her spine, even under normal circumstances, she will definitely lose, not to mention that her injuries have not healed now, and she is exhausted.

Glancing back at His Royal Highness, Mingyue was full of guilt. After all, I still can't keep His Highness, it seems that the last hope of the Great Zhao Kingdom is also going to be buried. Mingyue slowly closed her eyes, the long sword in her hand slowly raised, the Lanyue Sword hummed, and the powerful sword move "Full Moon Qiankun" was ready to go. As the leader of the younger generation of the Lu Yue Sword Sect, Mingyue is proud, she entered the palace three years ago, and her mission is to protect the safety of His Royal Highness for five years, which is an agreement reached between the sect and the royal family.

Suddenly opened his eyes, the bright moon's mighty sword intent swayed out, and for a while the sky seemed to be brighter, and thousands of sword lights were like the bright moon in the sky, under the irradiation everywhere, it was really full moon, and the sword light sprinkled down and shrouded the four people opposite. The four of them hurriedly waved their swords to resist, but their eyes were so shaken that they couldn't open them, and Mingyue dragged the enemy with one move, and hurriedly urged Song Wenxi to row.

At this moment, another long sword in Zheng Xingyou's hand came out of his hand and shot directly at Song Wenxi. Mingyue was in a hurry, and flew towards Song Wenxi, the long sword brought a cover of blood on her left arm, but she successfully rolled into the cabin with Song Wenxi.

The four of them hurriedly rushed to the cabin, but when they just got in, they flew out strangely upside down, blood spurted out of the mouths of the four, and only Zheng Xingyou could barely stand when they landed.

"Where did you come from, the guy who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, and he has a good dream for the old man. A lazy voice remembered, and a sloppy old man walked out of the cabin slowly, and glanced at the four people on the shore with a non-annoying face.

"Where did you come from, old man, don't take care of the affairs of the General's Mansion. Although Zheng Xingyou was frightened in his heart, he was not afraid at all, not everyone in the General's Mansion could be provoked, this was his confidence.

"Oh, Zhang Jun's actions are quite quick. The old man replied unconcernedly.

"Since you know the general's prestige, then don't meddle in your affairs, and advise you to get out of the way quickly, otherwise the general's mansion will leave you with no way to live. Zheng Xingyou didn't notice the old man's contempt for his general, and he still said angrily.

"Oh, then I'd like to see how you made me have no way to live?" As soon as the three of them got up, the old man took a step forward gently, and with a slight wave of the thin sword in his hand, a sword qi erupted out, and the four of them struggled to block, but they still flew out a few meters away, spitting out more blood from their mouths.

No one could still stand now, Zheng Xingyou got up in embarrassment, and asked in horror: "Who are you, leave your name, and the general's mansion will never die with you." ”

"Then you go to the underworld and wait first, my name is Han Chengfeng, do you remember?" the old man glanced at Zheng Xingyou in disgust.

"Wind Chasing Swordsman, you are Han Chengfeng, the Wind Chasing Swordsman of the Cangyun Sword Sect. The four of them were even more frightened, and they no longer dared to say cruel words, they just wanted to escape from this hellish and terrifying riverside.

The four of them scattered and fled, Han Chengfeng frowned, slashed out with a sword, and the four of them fell down in response, but Zheng Xingyou crawled towards the group of people behind.

Han Chengfeng glanced at it, but didn't chase after it, turned back to the cabin, acted as a boatman, and drove the boat to the opposite side of the Yuan River.