"Changchunzi" Qiu Chuji and "Yuyangzi" Wang Chuyi, armed with two swords, stepped forward to block "Master Lingzhi" and "Old Monster Shenshan".
When the two sides met, they had nothing to say. Qiu Chuji swung his sword and attacked the more powerful "Master Lingzhi".
"Well done, let me show this poor monk how brilliant the famous 'Changchunzi' is." The "Master of Spiritual Wisdom" did not dare to neglect.
After all, "a person's name is like a tree's shadow". Even in the Western Regions, "Master Lingzhi" has long heard that the Quanzhen Sect is the leader in the martial arts world of the Central Plains today.
And this "Changchunzi" even likes to travel around the world, fighting injustices, eradicating evil and promoting good. I don't know how many underworld masters have fallen under Qiu Chuji's three-foot green sword.
"Yuyangzi" Wang Chuyi faced off against "Old Monster Shenshan", and the fight between these two was very good-looking.
In an instant, the four of them became two pairs. It was considered as a match for a chess player and a talented person. For a moment, it was difficult to tell the winner.
Guo Mo took advantage of this gap, holding the "Lengye" sword, and killed Wanyan Honglie again.
Now Wanyan Honglie is still surrounded by more than ten guards, plus his lieutenants and Wanyan Kang.
The deputy general's sharp eyes saw Guo Mo charging towards him, and he hurriedly waved his flag and ordered the soldiers to move closer.
How could Guo Mo give him this opportunity? The "Leng Ye" sword was already approaching.
There were more than a dozen guards, and in the blink of an eye, no one could stand up.
Guo Mo pointed his sword at Wanyan Honglie and said: "Wanyan Honglie, the situation is like this today, how do you want to end it?"
"Haha, Guo Mo, unless you leave me the princess, I will drag you people along with me even if I die."
Facing Guo Mo, a "bloody man", Wanyan Honglie lost his temper and said, "Let me tell you, I just gave the order again to mobilize five thousand elite soldiers and two thousand elite cavalry."
"Guo Mo, aren't you very good at killing? Today I will let you kill as many as you can. As long as I can exhaust you to death, I will be willing to kill thousands of soldiers and horses, hahaha..."
At this time, there was only a "bang" sound from behind, and a courtyard wall was knocked down. Guo Jing and the others were once again exposed to the siege of hundreds of gold soldiers.
Now everyone is in a state of disarray, and they are all losing their glory, as if there are endless golden soldiers to kill them all.
The only one who was intact was the helpless Bao Xiruo.
She was surrounded by everyone on the innermost side, and was closely protected by father and daughter Yang Tiexin and Mu Nianci.
Even if there was someone who didn't take good care of her, who among the Jin soldiers would really dare to hurt their Princess Zhao?
Bao Xiruo, who is weak and kind by nature, was completely frightened by the killing in front of her.
She knew that these people died because of her, especially when she saw the strangers around her, but they were all scarred in order to protect themselves.
Dear Brother Tie, right next to her, his injured leg is still bleeding and he can no longer move.
He could only stand there, holding himself with one hand and waving the iron gun with the other.
The tip of the iron gun had been cut off at some point.
Sweat and blood mixed together, flowing down from Brother Tie's face and head, both from the enemy and from Brother Tie.
Is this the result you want? No, it's not.
Kang'er has grown up, dear Brother Tie, and I have seen it myself.
So I, Bao Xiruo, have nothing left to dissatisfy?
Can I just stand by and watch them all die?
Suddenly, Bao Xiruo broke free from Yang Tiexin's hand and walked out calmly.
"Soldiers of the Kingdom of Jin, I am the Princess of Zhao. I invite you, Prince Zhao, to come and answer me——"
Bao Xiruo let go of his voice and shouted loudly, shouting as he walked forward.
All the golden soldiers moved to both sides to make way for them.
"Xiruo, what are you going to do?" Yang Tiexin didn't pay attention, and his wife had already pushed him away and walked out.
Both Jin Bing and Guo Jing were shocked by Bao Xiruo's move and stopped fighting one after another.
In the entire battlefield, apart from the wails of the injured and the raging sound of the wind and snow, the only thing that could be heard was Bao Xiruo's weak yet powerful shouts.
"Please, Prince Zhao, come and answer me——"
Yang Tiexin, Guo Jing, Mu Nianci and others, following Zhu Cong and Quan Jinfa, also collapsed on the ground tiredly, unable to step forward to stop Bao Xiruo.
In the field, the only ones left who can fight are Ke Zhen'e, Nan Xiren, Wang Chuyi and Huang Rong.
The four of them also took this opportunity to adjust their breath secretly in order to restore their physical strength and cope with the fierce battle that followed.
The two battlefields were not far apart, only half a street apart.
Bao Xiruo walked to the center of the street, surrounded by Jin soldiers.
When Guo Mo heard something strange behind him, he did not continue to target Wanyan Honglie. It was because the Jin soldiers came up too quickly, and hundreds more soldiers gathered around Wanyan Honglie.
"Nephew Mo Xian, what should I do?" "Yuyangzi" Wang Chuyi came to Guo Mo and casually introduced to Guo Mo: "This is my second senior brother 'Changchunzi' Qiu Chuji."
"Guo Mo has met Taoist Master Qiu," Guo Mo bowed.
"Well done, I'll call you nephew Mo Xian too. If you have any questions, let's talk about it when we have free time." Don't look at the first meeting, "Changchunzi" Qiu Chuji showed indescribable admiration for Guo Mo.
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"Xiruo..." Wanyan Honglie was overjoyed when he saw Bao Xiruo coming back from the opponent's camp.
"Hurry, go and pick up the princess!" He hurriedly ordered the soldiers on both sides.
"Wait a minute!" Bao Xiruo said loudly. He raised his right hand and pointed the tip of a rusty iron gun at his throat.
On the tip of the gun, there are four words "Tiexin Yang".
"Xi Ruo, you, what are you doing? Put down the gun quickly." Wanyan Honglie was shocked when he saw this.
"Your Majesty, it has been eighteen years, and all the scenes back then are still vivid in my mind now." Bao Xiruo looked at Wanyan Honglie calmly.
"I know that you must have done something behind your back. Now I don't want to pursue it, and I don't want to know the truth of the matter."
"I am very grateful to you for taking care of me over the years, and thank you for raising Kang'er. Really, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, Bao Xiruo."
"But my husband has been found. He is still alive in the world, so I can no longer go back to the palace with you."
"No, I'm sorry, you are mine! Everyone in the world knows that you are Princess Zhao of my Kingdom of Jin! That bastard who runs around in the world, why does he deserve you? I can't bear to see you suffer.
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Seeing Bao Xiruo talking so calmly, Wanyan Honglie's heart ached as if it was torn into pieces, and he burst into tears regardless of his face.
"Mom, you..." Wan Yankang looked at his mother in the snow with her hand holding the gun, and didn't know how to persuade her.
"Kang'er, when you grow up, you have to walk your own path in the future," Bao Xiruo actually had a smile on his face when he saw his son.
"That girl Mu, Mom has seen her. She is a good girl. I hope you can treat her well in the future. Otherwise, Mom will not obey you."
"My lord, I don't want you to pay back what you owe me. I will pay you back what I owe you in my next life."
"Let them go, this is my last request to you..."
"Pfft—" The tip of the gun pierced inward, and bright red blood flowed down his neck. Bao Xiruo slowly fell down and lay on the white snow.