The dazzling eyes reflected the blood-like setting sun on the horizon, bathing his whole body in radiance;
Even his not-so-tall body looked unusually tall and tall in the setting sun.
Qi He's lips revealed determination: "Prince, please keep your promise and treat them well!"
The words were about to fall, accompanied by the sound of drawing a sword.
A sharp cold light, like lightning, passed through Chu Xiong's neck.
As the sword rises and falls, a stream of hot blood spurts out!
Chu Xiong is dead!
For the sake of everything he loved, he finally pulled back from the brink and sacrificed his own life to buy a way out for them.
Wind blows!
His clothes were thrown off, his blood was raised, and it was flying in the tearing and entanglement.
However, despite the wind and dust, his stiff body remained standing.
Like a lone crane, it stands proudly and has no regrets for its lifelong pursuit!
Like a mountain peak, standing in the sky and earth, using his back to carry a piece of heaven and earth for his love.
"Ancestor!"
Chu Yaorao let out a cry of sorrow and knelt on the ground.
"master!"
The secret guards who were restraining Chu Yun saw Chu Xiong committing suicide and no longer cared about Chu Yun.
There was a loud thud, and he knelt down and kowtowed to Chu Xiong's body, crying sadly.
Chu Yun was freed, and with a fierce look in his eyes, he picked up the sword and dropped it with his hand.
He actually killed all four secret guards who had just offended him.
"You!" Chu Yaorao was angry.
If it weren't for his persistence and unrepentance, our ancestor would not have died.
Thinking of this, Chu Yaorao's hatred became clear. He picked up the sword from the ground and started to kill Chu Yun like crazy.
The people of the Chu family were red-eyed when they saw that Chu Xiong was dead.
Goodbye, Chu Yaorao and Chu Yun were fighting fiercely. Everyone was excited, and they took up swords and fought fiercely with Chu Yun and other traitors.
The enemies outside the city were watching eagerly, but the people inside the city started fighting first.
The flash of swords and the shadow of swords, the bloody storm.
They were shouting and fighting, their rage rising to the sky.
Chu Yun obviously came well prepared. Although he only had a few thousand men, his combat effectiveness was far superior to that of the Chu family's rabble.
Even with Feng Yelin's help, the Chu family was gradually losing ground and was forced to retreat by Chu Yun.
"kill--!"
Suddenly, the city gate opened wide and the imperial troops swarmed in.