Based on the hatred in her heart, Qingcheng rushed in. When the cold sword was cut, Qingcheng discovered her dangerous situation.
On the side, there were soldiers holding spears obliquely. Qingcheng instinctively picked up the single sword in his hand and made a tiger. The man smiled proudly and pressed the spear with force.
In front of them, Qingcheng shook softly, and the blade slipped along the spear to the man's handshake. The man was shocked and the spear landed, and the sword body had no resistance.
, Pass to the bare hands and empty punch.
Seeing that he was about to pierce his body, Qingcheng couldn't bear it, and his hand struggled to pull it next to him. The sword broke through the soldier's clothes with a bit of blood and collected it.
Alas! Although lucky, let her take the life of others, after all, she still can't bear it! Qingcheng's sword with a sword and a hippocampus left the horse who thought he was dead but kept his life.
Run the banner.
The horse suddenly jumped up, and the center of Qingcheng was unstable, and it fell off.
Before climbing up, in his eyes, the soldier stabbed over with a spear just now. Qingcheng was anxious, rolled on the spot, and escaped the blow.
He didn't plan to let her go!
When the soldier saw a hit, she immediately stabbed her throat again, without waiting for her to breathe in the slightest.
In the panic, Qingcheng even rolled people with a sword, but in the direction of the soldiers. When her heart was broken, it was too late: now it is dead!
Close my eyes, the sword in my hand waved out.
The sound in the spear thorn felt not on her body, and then a painful scream, the hand holding the sword had a humid and humid liquid.
Opening her eyes, I saw the soldiers in front of her stare at her appalling her, and her sword was inserted in her chest. She squatted in front of him with a look of looking up.
The body that has not fell to the ground.
"I'm killing!" The hand shot -like to release the sword, her eyes avoided the eyes and stared at her eyes, and her body also drilled out from the wonderful balance method.
There was a moment in Qingcheng's brain, and he looked at the soldiers who had been standing there with Chang Chang.
"Don't blame me, I have let you go!" Qingcheng shook his hands, and he dismissed the sword on the soldier timid timidly. The body fell to the ground immediately, his eyes were still open, and he seemed to be dead.
Looking at it, on the messy battlefield, you have not waited for the Qingcheng to see the direction on the ground.
"Kill him!" With a anger, there was a rush of wind behind him. When Qingcheng looked back, a big knife chopped on the face, and she was frightened.
The hat on the top of the head landed, and the dark blue silk fluttered along the wind.
The person who wielded the knife was stunned, and the soldiers who followed him were also stunned at this time! Obviously they didn't know that Qingcheng was a woman!
"I don't kill someone, I will be killed!" Qingcheng smiled at him with a Yan, and the soldier suddenly lost his mind and forgot to attack.
His eyes were still in the state just now, with a surprise look.
The person in front died, and the people behind immediately awakened: "Don't be confused by this woman! Kill her!"
Qingcheng was thrown into a state of panic by the weapons thrust at her with anger. She backed away in horror, unable to fight back.
She stumbled under her feet and immediately lost her balance. She leaned backwards. Several spears in front of her gathered together and stabbed at her. Qingcheng's eyes widened...
"Fool!" With a slight curse, the sword suddenly swung over and cut all the spears in front of him in half. Qingcheng's body was also lifted up, placed on the horse, and hugged into a person's arms, his face
Against the cold armor.
Turning his head and looking back, Bei Mukuang had a sullen face, raised his sword and dropped it. There was a scream immediately, followed by the sound of falling to the ground.
"Didn't I tell you not to come out?" The angry voice was full of accusations. Bei Mu ran back wildly, picked up her body and threw her out: "Take her back!"
The person who caught her was Bei Muqing. He looked at the sword Qingcheng held tightly and the blood on his body with surprise: "Did you kill someone?"
Qingcheng nodded slightly as if he was a little scared, "Yeah!"
"Haha!" Bei Mu smiled softly: "Yeah! Qingcheng is really good!"
Why does it feel like you are praising a child?
The horse ran to a place and she was changed hands again, this time to Yanyan.
"Take her back!"
"I don't want it!"
Bei Mu gave a light order, then ran towards the battlefield behind him with his sword in hand, completely ignoring Qingcheng's objections.
"Sister, I only taught you a little bit, really, what are you doing here?" Yanyan said reproachfully, looking at the fighting battlefield, eager to try.
"Let's go there together!"
Yanyan lowered her head and looked at her in confusion, and said awkwardly: "The battlefield is very dangerous. If anything happens to you, Brother Kuang will definitely kill me!"
"Isn't it you!" Qingcheng smiled and encouraged Yanyan extremely. She would no longer rush over recklessly and want to kill Xuanyuan Yifei herself. She could only hurt him a little bit, so she would be fine.
The price of hatred is those innocent soldiers. At this time, she can no longer care about it. This is just an inevitable trend.
"That's right! As long as I, Yanyan, are here, no one can hurt you, sister!" Yanyan said, picking up the horse's reins and running into the battlefield.
She was indeed the same woman she had been when they first met in Qingcheng, quick, ruthless, and ruthless. She raised the knife in her hand and brought it down with a fatal blow. She looked at the people who fell one after another wherever she passed without even frowning.
Fighting? With Yanyan, Qingcheng can't get involved at all. If they meet each other, everyone who comes close to Yanyan will either die or be injured! She is like a bloodthirsty killer, her eyes are red, and she leads Qingcheng all the way deep.
"Qingcheng!" The scimitar Yanyan waved was blocked from the front, and her distressed call rang in Qingcheng's ears.
Looking at him, Qingcheng couldn't help but tremble all over, and he couldn't help but feel hatred in his heart: "Xuanyuan Yifei, give me back the Heaven!"
"Do you hate me so much?" The sword he swung out was also held by him. He stepped forward with his horse, his eyes full of pain. Suddenly he let go of Qingcheng's sword and swung it towards Yanyan.
"No!" Qingcheng shouted and used his arm to block his sword.
Xuanyuan Yi Fei stopped his momentum, swung his sword, and pierced Yanyan's armor, tore through the clothes on her left shoulder, and penetrated into the flesh.
Yanyan snorted and held out the scimitar angrily. Xuanyuan Yifei's eyes darkened: "You are looking for death!" He held Yanyan's swords and stopped suddenly at her neck: "Qing
Cheng, if you come back with me, I will let her go!"
"If you want to take away my sister, step on my body first." Yan Yan kicked his belly hard, the horse took a step back, and the blade left a little away from her neck.
The sword stabbed from her shoulder.
Immediately, Yan Yan quickly emptied the other hand quickly, and took a pack of things from her arms to spread to Xuanyuan Chengtian.
Xuanyuanyi Fei took a few flower swords, spin a white light, and shot Yan Yan to his hidden weapon. While the stall he was fighting, Qingcheng stabbed a sword, but Xuanyuan Yifei was touched.
"Protect the emperor!" There was a rather familiar roar, and I jumped Tima over, and the long gun came straight.
"She is my woman, and Deputy General Yan, don't hurt her." Xuan Yuan Yifei said that she opened the long gun.
For the eyes, the general was stunned, and the Qingcheng was also froze: it turned out to be her elder brother Qingyang!
As always, he was a little surprised, and his eyes were as scorn when he saw her, but at this time, he had deep hatred in his eyes!
"Body! Why haven't you died yet?" The roar did not hide his hatred for her. The long gun in his hands held tightly, but tolerated him without attacking.
Yan Yan raised her hand and quickly hit another hidden weapon. While the stall they avoided, the asshole ass stabbed, jumped, and ran back to the horse's head.
"Grasp them! Live!" Xuan Yuan Yifei had begun to be angry, ordered loudly.
Yan Yan took the Qingcheng to run away, and was immediately entangled by the chase behind him. The subsequent soldiers immediately surrounded them.
Yan Yan's arm's arm was getting more and more powerless, and the injured left shoulder was flowing out of blood. She dyed her clothes and sat in front of her Qingcheng.
"Let me let me open! Give me away!" Qingcheng waved madly and waved the sword in her hand: I ca n’t go back, Yan Yan is dead! How can she be crazy about Bei Mu?
Have you rescued her Beilu lightly?
Those soldiers are dumbfounded. This woman is fighting, just playing, but they can't hurt her --- this is the command!
"Yan Yan!" Bei Mu shouted from a distressedly in the distance and rushed to the horse. When he came, he waved his sword like Qingcheng. Unlike Qingcheng, he injured several people!
"Yan Yan, take Qingcheng!"
"Hmm!" Yan Yan responded weakly, but the hand of grabbing Maen was so weak.
"Hold me tightly!" Qingcheng mentioned the horse's ren, piercing the sword in his hand fiercely into the horse's buttocks, and the horse sorrowful rushed out of his hoof.
"Broken there!"
"Hurry up and grab her!"
A large number of soldiers behind him chased over, Qingcheng panicked, only knew that he was holding the horse and ran forward, there was only one idea in his heart: you have to leave that battlefield, Yan Yan is good! "
Qingcheng himself didn't know how long it was running, and there was no chase behind him. The scene of the rapid flying next to her made Qingcheng sad: she was lost again, and she ran into the mountains!
The horses under him fell on his mouth and fell to the ground with white foam, throwing Qingcheng and Yan Yan out.
"Ah!" Yanyan struggled to crawl up from the ground.
"You don't need to be tight!" Qingcheng had no time to rub his body, immediately climbed up, and ran away to support Yan Yan.
The horse, who couldn't get up again, was stained with a bright red on his back by Yan Yan's blood, peeling off the bulky armor on her, and his clothes were soaked by blood.
After Qingcheng briefly bandaged Yanyan, he looked up at the house that seemed to be standing on the mountainside, and squatted in front of Yanyan: "Come, I will carry you!"
"Sister, you,,,," Yanyan was a little weak, she opened her white lips and said in question.
"Come on, you have no choice!" Qingcheng stretched out his hand behind his back and held it up, very firmly.
"Thank you sister!" Yanyan no longer hesitated and climbed on Qingcheng's neck.
"I'm sorry, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be hurt!" Qingcheng gritted his teeth and carried Yanyan on his back, took two steps to regain his composure, and then started to go up the mountain.
*******
The mountainside was not what Qingcheng thought it was, but a temple. When Qingcheng was faltering and about to die, a young monk discovered them and carried Yanyan up the mountain for her. Once inside, he immediately called the abbot to come over.
Treatment.
"Female donor, the female donor's injuries are no longer serious!" The abbot was busy for a long time and said to Qingcheng, who was sitting there so exhausted that he was about to fall asleep.
"Oh! Thank you, abbot!" Qingcheng was delighted and immediately stood up and walked over.
Yanyan's injured left shoulder had been bandaged. She was covered with a quilt, her face swept away the evil spirit of the battlefield, and she fell asleep sweetly, like a baby.
"The benefactor."
"Oh! Abbot! Is there something wrong?" Qingcheng was surprised that the abbot hadn't left yet. She said and gave a salute.
The abbot responded with a salute: "The donor is fine! Just take good care of yourself and regulate your breath. But when the time comes for you, the donor, you don't look good, you need to take good care of yourself and cultivate yourself!"
"Oh! Thank you, I'm fine, I'm just too tired!"
"Oh! That's good, then the ordinary monk will retire, and someone will bring the fast food." The old monk said and left.
In the evening, Qingcheng reluctantly ate some fast food and stayed with Yanyan. For some reason, these days, she always felt exhausted, couldn't cheer up, and had no appetite for anything.
It was night, and Qingcheng, who had been sleepy during the day, couldn't sleep at night. Yanyan breathed evenly and slept soundly, so she thought it was okay!
Opening the door, the cold wind took advantage of it. Qingcheng tightened his tight clothes and walked out casually.
The sound of chanting sutras came from the Buddhist hall, and the masters were still doing evening classes.
Qingcheng walked through the long corridor and walked into the Buddhist hall. Somehow, listening to those Sanskrit sounds, his chest that had been inexplicably depressed seemed to suddenly feel enlightened, and his heart felt calm.
A young master came over and glanced at Qingcheng. Qingcheng gently signaled to be quiet! The young monk smiled understandingly and went straight away!
Suddenly, Qingcheng stared at one place and stood there blankly for a while. After a moment, he frantically pulled away from the crowd as if he wanted to wake up, possessed one person and hugged him tightly, crying like crazy:
"Chengtian, it turns out you're not dead!"
The sound of chanting sutras suddenly disappeared, and all the masters gathered around Qingcheng, watching everything they suddenly discovered.
Sitting on the futon was the newly arrived monk Luo Chen. The woman hugged him crazily, crying and laughing while shouting a name——Chengtian!
Looking at Qingcheng who was crying with joy, their calm hearts seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming in winter!
The person who was sitting on the futon and held by Qingcheng had a stiff back. He suddenly stood up and said something to Qingcheng: "Almsgiver, the monk is free from dust!"
Qingcheng was stunned on the spot, looking at him in surprise with her slightly open mouth, this man who was destined to be involved in her life! Looking at Chengtian like this, for a moment, it seemed that the whole world had collapsed, and there was silence, and her mind
There is only one voice wandering back and forth: Almsgiver, Ping Monk is out of the dust!
Familiar with her eyes, there is no wave of waves, and she can't find a trace of her! The look that looks at Qingcheng is forgotten!
"Chengtian, do you really forget me?" Qingcheng stood in front of him, a large drop of tears fell, dripping on the blue brick floor of the Buddhist temple!
A trace of surprise in the dark eyes in front of me!