Yuan Wang fell to the ground and looked at Fang Baijing who was also lying on the ground not far away: "Sir Qianban, I used to be afraid to join you brothers, but now I dare not have someone else's brother, so I can't help but think that if there is, it should be yours."

After saying this, Yuan Wang slowly closed his eyes.

He did not die with his eyes closed because he saved the people he cared about.

During the day, Fang Baijing pulled him out of the gate of hell. How long has it just passed this night? He sent himself into the gate of hell and pushed Fang Baijing out.

"Master Qianban!"

Eight or nine court lieutenants rushed out from the other side. Two of them held Fang Baijing's arms on the left and right and lifted him up and retreated. The remaining people broke the back. With the suddenness of the killing and the courage to be fearless, they forced the black warriors back a little.

"Catch them up, don't stay one."

The shallow flywheel waved, and a black-robed centurion hurried over to support him.

Qian Feilun said: "I originally wanted to keep a living mouth to understand the Ningguo Tingwei Mansion, but now it seems that even if I can catch the living, I will not be able to ask anything. I have to say that Ningren has something we lack."

He turned around and said, "Help me go back and bandage them, and everyone Ning will kill you."

"yes!"

There were still hundreds of black warriors gathering quickly, and there were only a dozen people in the Tingwei Mansion who were seriously injured.

This night does not seem to belong to Ningguo. Under the moon, black warriors who think they are protected by the moon god have more advantages.

The black-robed centurion Goss carried the shallow flywheel back, and more than a dozen blue-robed soldiers were escorted, and the others went to chase the Ningren.

Back at the camp in the forest, Gos carefully placed the shallow flywheel on the bed. The shallow flywheel was a person who knew how to enjoy it. Even if he marched out in the wilderness, someone would have to carry a wooden bed for him. Although the wooden bed was not very heavy, even if it was only a few dozen kilograms of pounds, it would be extremely hard to walk the mountain road.

If you are the best, no matter who he is working hard, just don’t work hard.

Sitting on the bed, Qian Feilun looked down at his feet. The left foot was already half of his feet, and the front half was still a layer of skin left. Even he felt disgusted and frightened when he saw it. His right foot was slightly better, but he was pierced with a blood hole.

Gos knelt in front of him, looked up at Qian Feilun: "Sir, it will hurt a lot, please bear it."

Qian Feilun nodded: "Just deal with it quickly."

Gos nodded, took out the wound medicine from the box, first rinsed the wound with strong liquor, then opened the wound one by one packet and sprinkled it on the wound. Fortunately, they had enough wound medicine, so they applied the wound with the medicine powder, and the blood gradually stopped flowing out.

"There's the problem."

The shallow flywheel reached out to pull out the scimitar from Gos' waist. The knife swept it, and the light was like a horse. The first half of the foot hanging was cut by him: "It's meaningless to keep it. After going back, you have to find a skilled craftsman to see if you can make half of the foot, otherwise it will be awkward to wear boots in the future."

Gos thought to himself that even if he did half of his fake foot, he wouldn't feel it. He would be awkward when wearing boots.

I dare not say it.

Although he knew that the half of his foot had no meaning left, and only a layer of skin was connected. The broken part was snatched back and forth by the sword several times. Even if there was a good enough medical officer around him at this time, it was impossible for the wound to be connected, but his heart was not so cruel. Not to mention that this was Qian Feilun's foot. Even if his own foot was injured like this, he would not be able to cross it out with a light knife like Qian Feilun.

"Band up quickly, what are you thinking?"

The shallow flywheel frowned slightly.

"Yes, Lord Priest."

Gos quickly focused and carefully wrapped both feet of the shallow flywheel. After they were wrapped, their foreheads were covered with sweat. Who wouldn't know that the priest's personality was unstable and murderous. If you accidentally lost your future, your future would be gone, and you would be gone, and you would be afraid that you would even lose your life.

“You did a great job.”

Qian Feilun looked at the gauze on the soles of his feet: "I am short of people by my side now. From this moment on, you have been the leader of the silver robe."

"ah?"

Gos was startled and kowtowed: "Sir Xie Xie, the training of the Lord, Xie Xie, the support of the Lord!"

"Help me lie down and find me some wine."

Gos immediately stood up and leaned against the shallow flywheel. The wine just now was used to clear the wound and there was nothing left. He looked around and noticed the wine box that the priest would carry when he went on a trip. The priest liked to drink the most. Although he didn't drink too much, he would always taste it lightly, but he couldn't do without wine.

The shallow flywheel couldn't bear the pain at this time, only alcohol could make him anesthetize.

He took the wine handed to him by Goss, and drank half a bottle of wine leaning against the bed. He always thought that tasting was a very elegant thing. Drinking big gulp was done by reckless people. The quality of the wine needs to be tasted. Wine is not just a drink, but also a work of art.

But today he wanted to get drunk quickly, hoping that getting drunk would make the pain disappear.

"Do you like drinking?"

Shallow flywheel asked.

Gos lowered his head and told a lie: "I am not good at drinking."

"very good."

Qian Feilun was silent and poured another big mouthful of wine in. He glanced at Goss: "I have a question to ask you if the Black Martial Empire will fight Ningguo in the future, who do you think will win?"

"Of course it's our black martial arts."

"I want to hear the truth."

"I really think it will definitely be our black martial arts winner."

"Yes, every black warrior will think this way, just as every Ningren also thinks that Ningren will win. I used to think that Black Warrior will win, but now it seems not necessarily. If Ningren is like the opponent we met this time, how can we fight? I brought more than 600 people this time, and there are only 30 people on the other side. Even so, I was forced to such a state by Ningren, so how can I talk about the advantage?"

"The priests don't have to be too disappointed."

Gos said: "That's the person from Ningguo Tingwei's Mansion, the elite among the elite."

As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it. Sure enough, he saw that Qian Feilun's face changed.

Qian Feilun frowned: "They are from the Ningguo Tingwei Mansion, the elite among the elites. Are you not? You guys can only enter Qingya after carefully selecting them. And in terms of function, there is no difference between Qingya and Tingwei Mansion. Do you say that the other party is the elite among the elites? Are you saying that when we first chose you to enter Qingya, we were blind, or were they all the elites but far inferior to Ningren?"

Goss kneeled down with a plop: "The humble vocation is just nonsense, nonsense."

"Get up."

Qian Feilun shook his head: "Even I want to re-reach Ningren."

At this moment, there were bursts of rapid footsteps outside, and it seemed that there were a lot of people.

"Our people are back."

Gos lowered his head and said, "It should be that he has destroyed the other party. No matter how strong they are, it would be better for us to win the ultimate goal. This may be a nightmare, and it will pass at dawn tomorrow."

"yes"

Shanfeilun looked at his feet: "I hope it's just a nightmare, too."

There seemed to be something wrong with the sound outside, some people shouted and some people groaned.

Gos's face changed. He grabbed the scimitar next to him and rushed to the door of the tent. Just as he was about to go out, a black thing flew in. The thing knocked open the curtain and almost hit Gos's face. Gos thought it was a hidden weapon, so he slashed it over with a knife. He saw clearly that there was a head hanging on his knife. He subconsciously glanced at the head. He actually knew the head.

He is one of the four sword disciples who just chased Ningren.

While he was stunned, another black thing flew over. Gos took a step back, the curtain was rolled up, and the second head fell to the ground. It was the head of a disciple of the Sword Sect. The broken opening on his neck was neat, which made people feel like a bloody beauty.

"knife."

The shallow flywheel became calmer and looked at the broken mouth on the man's neck. It was either a broad sword that their sword disciples used well, or it could only be a knife. The sword was light and thin. Even if one piece cut off the neck, the sword body would shift when it touched the bone, so the broken mouth could not be so neat.

Only a knife, and a heavy knife.

The third one, the fourth one.

It seemed that hell was turned into hell outside the door, and someone would fly up from hell by himself. The shallow flywheel sat up and looked at the heads on the ground. At least thirty heads had been thrown in, but before he could stop, the heads thrown in were some of the heads he knew and some of them he didn't know. Of course, the people who knew were from Qingya, and those who didn't know were scouts selected by the Heiwu Border Army.

The head is still flying.

Maybe a well suddenly appeared outside, and the well leads directly to hell. A head was cut off from hell and one flew up.

The hands of the black-robed centurion Goss were already trembling violently. He recognized the head of the person who had just flew in. It was his comrade, and Lauren, who was also the black-robed centurion. Lauren was his friend. Before leaving this time, when Lauren drank with him, he said that he must kill a thousand people to kill Ningren when going south. This would be an achievement that others could not achieve.

He also told Lauren that Ningren was not that easy to kill.

Lauren said that Ningren is just a group of two-legged sheep holding a knife. Even a sheep can’t become a wolf if you give him a knife.

The head is still flying.

Is it like when hundreds of heads are thrown into a not-so-large tent?

If someone experiences it personally, he will be scared to death.

Goss had not left this yet but forced himself to stand, just because he didn't dare to go out. He was afraid of stepping over the heads. As soon as he went out, he saw a bloody demon waiting for him outside. After seeing him, the demon lowered his head and opened his mouth to swallow it, cut his teeth into his neck, and then opened his mouth to spit out the head.

Perhaps because he was too scared, he even vaguely felt that one of the heads flying in from outside was his own.

"Enough!"

The shallow flywheel sat on the bed and reached out: "Give me my sword."

Gos hurried to the side of the tent to pick the sword hanging there. Because of his conceit, he did not bring his sword when he went out to chase Ning Renqian Feilun these two times. It was not much different from the swords of the eight sword disciples, the difference was that it was bigger and heavier.

"I don't care who you are. If you are so provocative, you should see that you are a very proud person. Since you are proud, then kill me with your own hands."

Qian Feilun sat there straight, holding his broadsword in both hands.

A bang!

The tent was grabbed by several flying claws outside and pulled it away. After it was torn apart, the tent fell down. The canvas covered many heads, but it could not cover them all.

Qian Feilun sat there looking outside, wondering who was coming and killed hundreds of his men in such a short time.

In just half an hour, hundreds of heads were cut?

Yes.
To be continued...