Dugu Chen smiled disdainfully, "Slander? In that case, may I ask Your Excellency, where is Young Master Zhao?"
Zhang Ping was stunned, turned around and asked: "Master Zhao? Where is Mr. Zhao?!"
There was a commotion in the crowd. After a long time, a soldier said angrily: "Brother!! Zhao Yifan is missing!!"
Zhang Ping's face suddenly turned pale, and he took half a step back in disbelief.
"You..." Zhang Ping clenched his fists, his eyes filled with anger, "Do you think...if you blame everything on Zhao Yifan, we will let you go!!"
"I just want you to know how stupid you are. From beginning to end, you are just someone else's plaything." Duguchen snorted coldly, raised his hand and wiped the blood on the sword, "I also want you to understand."
For a moment, the surrounding air seemed to condense...
Everyone looked at the man who was quietly wiping the sword in front of them in astonishment. He had no expression on his face. Faced with many murderous intentions, he showed no trace of fear. Instead, he was calm and indifferent, with a chilling cruelty in his eyes.
He slowly raised his head and pointed his sword at Zhang Ping "Come"
"Kill him!! Kill him!!" The crowd shouted, and the shouts shook the sky.
"Come on!!!!" He Xian gave the order, and everyone rushed forward.
…
Rushing to the camp, Su Qingyi saw the rebels in the distance suddenly swarming up, and anxiously raised his whip and whipped the horse's back.
Suddenly! The horse under him let out a long roar. The non-stop galloping all night had pushed the horse to its limit. The long roar ended, and the horse suddenly turned sideways and fell heavily.
Su Qingyi looked stern and jumped up, but was still thrown away heavily by the force of the horse's fall.
"Hmm..." Su Qingyi groaned, and there was a biting pain in her right arm.
She gritted her teeth and climbed up, only to see that the clothes on her right arm had been torn, and her fair skin was exposed to the air. A bloody gash was opened on her delicate skin by the weapons scattered on the ground, and blood was gurgling.
Ignoring the pain in her arms, she held the dagger in her hand tightly and ran towards the rebels in front.
Dugu Chen...you must hold on, I'm coming!
Zhang Ping looked angrily at Dugu Chen who was surrounded in the middle, took the long bow from the soldiers on the side, and aimed the arrow at Dugu Chen's chest, which was already red with blood.
The arrow has arrived and is about to be fired!
Suddenly! A force came from behind. He leaned away, released his right hand, and shot out the long arrow with a whoosh.
Su Qingyi ignored Zhang Ping and looked up at the crowd. She breathed a sigh of relief until she confirmed that the arrow had missed the target.
When she turned around, the soldier beside Zhang Ping had already raised his knife to strike. Su Qingyi was startled and turned to the side. The soldier's knife missed and Su Qingyi got through the gap. She immediately stretched out her leg and kicked the soldier's ankle hard.
The soldier lost his balance and fell forward. Su Qingyi took out a dagger and pointed it at the soldier's chest.
A warm current overflowed into her right hand and flowed down her arm. The thick smell of blood filled the surroundings. She frowned, pushed the soldier away from her, then walked up and restrained Zhang Ping, holding her tightly with a dagger.
against his throat
"Tell them to stop," she warned coldly.
…
My head is getting heavier and heavier, and I don’t know how many wounds there are on my body.
There was a lot of blood in front of his eyes. There were many people. When he cut down one of them, a pair rushed up.
Dugu Chen's hand holding the sword has gradually become numb, and he can't hold on any longer...
Unexpectedly, it ended up here
"Hmm..." Suddenly, there was a stinging pain in his back, and the feeling of his skin being torn apart suddenly made him wake up.
He gritted his teeth, raised his sword, and a soldier fell down