Ding Cheng saw Xiao Yu running over, and hurriedly turned around to answer. Seeing that he was only a few feet away from Xiao Yu's side, a feather arrow flew and shot Xiao Yu's vest. Xiao Yu threw himself into Ding Cheng's arms.

Yun Ying was shocked and rushed over to check on Xiao Yu's injuries. Ding Cheng picked up Xiao Yu and saw that the arrow was inserted in the vital part of the vest, and the injury was too serious, and he had no skills to recover. Yunying hugged Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu only called "sister" softly, her anger was like a gossamer, blood oozed from the corners of her mouth, her head was tilted, and her body slowly softened.

Yun Ying hugged Xiao Yu's body, her face was pale, she didn't say a word in a daze, and she forgot to cry.

Although Yi Jin had a bad heart and hated Shaowu and Yunying and others, he just wanted to seek revenge from Shaowu and Yunying and seize the position of patriarch, and he never thought that things would develop to this point. At this time, seeing that a good village was about to be destroyed in his own hands, and his own people were tragically destroyed, he was full of remorse in his heart, and he also turned to kill the rebel army.

Ding Cheng looked at Xiao Yu, at Shaowu, at the soulless Yunying, and at the villagers around him who were killed, his mind buzzed, and his heart felt like a heavy blow. Suddenly, he raised his head to the sky and hissed, picked up the big knife in Shaowu's hand, stood up and rushed towards the rebels like crazy. Everywhere they went, they fell to the ground, breaking an arm, a leg, or even a whole head being cut off.

In this frenzied slashing and killing, more than a dozen rebels died under Ding Cheng's knife. The remaining rebels also suffered many casualties in the resistance of the villagers. In the end, there were more than a dozen rebels left to shout and flee outside the village.

At this time, Ding Cheng was already red-eyed, and when he saw that the rebels were about to flee, he jumped in front of him, slashed with his knife, and several rebels were killed in an instant.

The rest of the rebellious army was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, Ding Cheng had become irrational at this time, no matter if he begged for mercy or not, he would kill him. A few young and strong villagers rushed in with a burst of knives and guns, killing all the remaining rebels.

Ding Cheng looked at the corpses all over the ground, then at his blood-stained hands, and slowly calmed down. Dropping the broadsword, he walked towards Cloud Shadow.

Yunying was still holding Xiao Yu's corpse like that, his eyes were blank, and he was staring blankly at the ground.

It is said that when people are most sad and desperate, if they can't cry, they will be suffocated. Ding Cheng was worried that Yun Ying would really be suffocated, so he persuaded in a low voice: "Yun Ying, don't be like this, you can cry, you can't be fine!"

Yunying slowly raised his head, looked at Ding Cheng, and cried out with a "wow", crying heartbreakingly, like a mountain torrent erupting, all the grievances and pain held in his heart broke out at once. Crying so much that all the few remaining clansmen on the field felt like knives in their hearts and cried out.

Ding Cheng heard a moan of "um", turned his head to see that Shaowu was struggling to lift up. It turned out that Shaowu was not dead, he fainted just now.

Ding Cheng picked up Shaowu and sat on the ground. Shaowu slowed down, and called Yunying softly, and his voice was so low that it was unrecognizable. Ding Cheng shouted: "Yunying, Brother Shaowu has something to say. ”

Seeing that Shaowu was not dead, Yun Ying felt a little comforted in his heart, stopped crying, leaned over, and asked, "Brother Shaowu, what do you think?"

Shaowu took a deep breath, exerted all his strength, and said, "Yunying, I know I can't do it anymore, I want to ask you something before I die." Please tell me what you mean. ”