All that was left was a hole as big as the mouth of a bowl on his neck, which was still bleeding.

Yang Ruoqing jumped behind Luo Fengtang without blinking an eyelid.

Their backs were pressed tightly against each other.

"I'm getting dumped. I'll go over there and hold the enemy back while you lead the brothers and rush out from the other side," she said.

When Luo Fengtang heard this, his expression changed drastically.

"no!"

"If you can't do it, you have to do it. I have the final say in our family!"

She chuckled lowly, picked up her two swords and touched the ground with her toes, and flew out like a baby swallow.

"Qing'er!"

He roared in the direction where she disappeared.

His voice was immediately buried in the deafening sound of fighting over there.

Her petite figure, like a light baby swallow, had already rushed into the enemy army in Nabian.

The light of the sword flashed, and the sound of weapons clashing together was endless.

"Let's go!"

In the distance, her shouts came from the pile over there.

When he looked again, her figure had already been submerged.

I could only see the light of the sword flashing continuously, and howling and screaming, one after another.

Luo Fengtang gritted his teeth, picked up a soldier under his hand, and shouted: "Brothers, follow me and fight out!"

…

Since ancient times, it is difficult to have both loyalty and justice.

Luo Fengtang and his soldiers tore a hole open with blood and finally succeeded in breaking through.

Leave the battlefield far behind.

He is a general, and the soldiers he brings out must be brought back.

Sitting on the galloping horse, he turned to look at the place behind him where the sound of fighting could be heard in the distance, Luo Fengtang's eyes turned red.

Qing'er, if you hold on a little longer, I'll come to you right away!

…

This way.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but praise herself.

What does it mean that one man can block everything but ten thousand men can't open it?

That's it for her now.

Look, this man broke into the enemy army alone, wielding a pair of steel knives that were impervious to the weather.

It really contained some of the enemy troops.

It's just that there are so many enemy troops.

She had so much fun killing, but her arms were sore.

But the enemies still kept coming like no end.

A group died in the front, and another group came immediately behind, hey!

She knew that if she continued fighting like this, even if she was not killed, she would still die of exhaustion.

So, while fighting, they retreated in the opposite direction from where Luo Fengtang and the others broke through.

"Well……"

There was a sharp pain in her arm, and she let out a muffled groan.

The left shoulder was stabbed by a sneak attack.

The pain aroused her anger even more.

She is like a murderer who has risen from hell.

The silver needles on his body sprinkled out like raindrops.

Wherever a silver needle falls, an enemy falls.

There will be a silver needle stuck firmly under the throat.

Such a horrific killing method, which made the enemy afraid and panicked.

"Luo Fengtang!"

Suddenly someone among the enemy soldiers shouted behind her.

What?

Is he back again?

She was confused for a moment and turned to look over.

At this moment, a burst of white powder sprinkled over.

She subconsciously held her breath, straightened her body, and used the shoulders of the enemy soldiers beside her to jump out of the poisonous powder's range.

However, just as she jumped up, a big net fell from the sky and caught her in the middle.

Humph, you want to catch my aunt with just a fishing net?

She picked up the steel knife in her hand and wanted to cut through the fishing net.

"boom!"

The steel knife fell and she found that she was completely powerless!

Damn, the powder is really poisonous.

She held her breath, but she was still poisoned, damn it!

Her whole body went limp in an instant, and she fell to the ground.

She saw the enemy soldiers around her raising their weapons and rushing towards her ferociously.

Long knives, long swords, and some strange weapons flashed with dazzling white light under the cold light of Xuan Yue.

She narrowed her eyes and tried hard to grab her weapon with her hands hanging by her sides.

She couldn't just die like this, she had to get up and fight again.

However, the strength seemed to be drained away.

She could only lie on the ground, watching unwillingly as the enemies picked up weapons and pounced on her.

The expected killing did not come.

The sound of fighting became even louder.

She was surprised to find that at some point another group of men and horses rushed towards her.

She saw countless heels running around her.

From time to time, someone would fall down next to her.

When the sounds of killing around her subsided, she saw a pair of men's feet wearing black leather boots walking next to her.

At this time, the effects of the poison may have taken hold.

Inside her head, she felt dizzy and her eyes were swollen and painful, as if she couldn't find focus.

In her blurred vision, she saw the man leaning down next to her.

He was wearing a golden suit, which looked like armor made of gold.

He held out his hand to her.

His hands were covered with black ice silk gloves.

He himself removed the net covering her body.

"Don't panic, I am not a bad person. I will take you back for healing later."

His voice is very nice.

It is as warm as the spring breeze and has an indescribable kindness.

This king?

Yang Ruoqing tried hard to think about this title in her groggy mind.

She opened her mouth and found that she didn't even have the strength to make a sound.

She tried her best to open her eyes wide, trying to see clearly the face of the person who was about to take her away.

The swelling and pain in the eyes became even worse, as if they were being stabbed with needles.

And the dizzy feeling in my head came over me in waves.

After all, she couldn't hold on, her eyelids closed and she fainted.

…

After Luo Fengtang made arrangements for the group of soldiers he brought out, he turned his horse's head.

One person and one horse, the horses were rushing towards Taohua Temple.

He has always regarded horses as his companions and was reluctant to whip them. But tonight, the whip hit the horse harder and harder every time.

The horse galloped under him, kicking up flying dust along the way.

But he wished he could grow wings and fly to Yang Ruoqing's side.

When he rushed back to the road where he had been lurking as quickly as possible, he saw only corpses all over the ground.

They were all lying down and no one was standing.

He almost fell off his horse.

"Qing'er!"

He roared and rummaged through the pile of corpses.

"Qing'er, Qing'er!"

He shouted while searching, from one end to the other, and then from that end to the other.

Yang Ruoqing was not found.

His voice was hoarse from shouting, and the wounds on his body were bleeding.

But he couldn't care about anything.

Still rummaging through the corpses, taking out the ones buried underneath.

He was fearless, but at this moment he was so frightened that his whole body trembled.

Qinger, where are you?

He looked around blankly, and suddenly his eyes locked on somewhere in front of him.

There, there are footprints of horses' hooves leaving.

Which way did the people and horses go?

That is the road leading to Licheng. Could it be that...Qing'er was kidnapped by the Black Lotus Sect?

Without thinking too much, Luo Fengtang got on his horse again.

He ran towards Licheng.
Chapter completed!