"You can still laugh at this time!" Xuanyuan Leng said angrily, looking at her and looking at her increasingly pale face. He was extremely worried in his heart. If this continues, he is afraid that his internal strength will not be able to survive.
Supporting her life.
Moreover, what she said was right. The enemy must be ambushing us behind.
His internal energy was consumed too much, and it would be a problem to take care of her later. However, he could not let go of the hand that conveyed his internal energy in any case, because he knew that once he let go, it would not take long before she would follow the wind.
And go.
Her skin, which was originally fair and lacked blood, looked even more terrifying at this moment, like a piece of white paper, and it was getting whiter and whiter. It worried him even more than when it was swollen and red just now.
He found that since he knew her, her most common look was this sick look. She was always hurt.
But he found that his heart changed every time she was hurt.
From being indifferent and completely indifferent before, I started to feel a little distressed and worried. Now, I completely empathize with him.
As long as he saw her injured and in pain, he felt that he couldn't bear it.
"How...why can't I laugh?" Luoxue tried her best to not look so weak, but she had begun to notice cramps all over her body.
The limbs became sore and weak, trembling slightly.
Although his internal energy was continuously flowing into her body, it was no longer enough for her to maintain it.
And she could also see that he was starting to feel a little tired. Although he didn't say it, his face said everything.
"My lord, aren't you... the one who always hates me the most? Why do you still... save me? Is it worth it?..." Luoxue said softly.
"Whether it's worth it or not, it's up to me to decide. Even if you want to die, you can only die in my hands, not in the hands of others!" His tone was arrogant and domineering, and his eyes showed distress.
Cruel intention.
"Haha, what's the use of exhausting your inner energy for me like this... It's not worth it..." Luoxue said with increasing difficulty.
"Murong Luoxue, you must support me. You are not allowed to leave me without my permission. Do you hear me? As for whether it is worth it, I can only judge it. You have no right to comment!" Looking at her
Xuanyuan Leng said domineeringly with his eyes gradually becoming blurred.
Luoxue nodded vigorously. She wanted to hold on, but her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and her breathing became weaker and weaker...
Xuanyuan Leng gritted his teeth and twisted his injured hand until his fist turned white. The blood on the wound on his arm was broken again by his force.
Blood flowed out drop by drop.
It fell on the Persian carpet and drew a beautiful and bright red flower...
His eyes are getting darker and darker...
At this time, the sound of swords and swords slaying could be heard outside, and the high-pitched and angry voices of the guards stimulated Xuanyuan Leng.
The thick fog between his nose had slowly begun to fade, and it seemed that it had slowly broken out of the thick fog area. He put down the falling snow in his hands angrily.
Black robes are flying in the air.
He rushed straight out and stood on the snow-white sweaty horse. His robe was as black as ink. His resolute face and slightly squinted eyes were deep and calm, revealing a bloodthirsty light.
His thin lips were pursed into a thin line, giving him a look of arrogance.
His chin as hard as a knife showed his intense anger.
He held the long sword high in his hand, like a demon king from hell.
For a moment, the cold and ruthless aura made the enemy soldiers feel slightly chilly.
Xuanyuan Leng is fine if he doesn't get angry, but once he gets angry, it will be out of control.
I saw him looking at Qi Bao: "Protect the princess!"
Then the long sword flew out with lightning speed, and the light of the sword was seen passing through the sky, breaking a halo, and for a moment the wind sounded like thunder, carrying the sword roar.
A rainbow-like sword energy swept straight towards the enemy before anyone could react.
The dead warriors and assassins raised their swords to fight against each other, but they couldn't bear the violent sword strike in his anger. They stepped back more than ten steps, bloodshot eyes gushing out from the corners of their mouths.
The assassins recovered from the shock, and all circled together to form a sword array, moving step by step, from slow to fast, and from fast to extremely fast.
Suddenly, when it was about to form a circle of light, all the swords fired together, like a hundred swords firing together, towards Xuanyuan Leng.
As for Xuanyuan Leng, a cruel smile appeared in his eyes, his thin lips curled up, and he stood on the horse, his slender body motionless.
The black robe on his body was swollen and flying rapidly, as if it was blowing without any wind.
When the swords were approaching, his hands were already flying at some point.
His cold and ruthless voice was like coming from hell, and he shouted one word to those assassins: "Death!" Although it was not loud, it was enough to make people laugh.
The sword rises.
Guangyang.
The sword energy, along with the airflow on his body, created a huge blue sword energy, swept straight out, and headed in the direction of the assassins' swords.
When everyone only saw Xuanyuan Leng's tall and aloof appearance, and the blue sword energy formed from the long sword in his hand, they had no time to react.
Hundreds of sword qi were suddenly melted by Xuanyuan Leng's blue sword qi, like mud meeting floods of water.
The blue sword energy was getting darker and bluer, shining like a ghost fire, getting faster and faster, so fast that the assassin couldn't dodge.
I saw the sword formation formed by the assassins.
When the blue sword energy swept by, everyone just stared wide-eyed. The sword in their hands faced the blue light, but there was no time to resist.
Stand straight there.
A large amount of blood poured out of the corner of his mouth...
With a bang, fallen leaves flew up, and the twenty assassins fell straight to the ground, while the blood from the corners of their mouths was still spraying.
The other assassins were all dumbfounded. Even the guards who had been following Xuanyuan Leng were all so shocked that they couldn't believe what they were seeing.
The power of that sword is like the sword of the gods, which is unimaginable by ordinary people.
Those twenty-odd assassins are all dead warrior assassins who have been trained since childhood. All of them have extraordinary martial arts skills. In the world, there are few people who can fight against them.
But at this moment, in front of Xuanyuan Leng, he suddenly seemed so vulnerable.
Even Qi Bao, who was sitting in the carriage guarding Luoxue and watching all this through the curtains, could not imagine it. She had always known that the prince's martial arts was extraordinary and was hidden deep inside, but she could not estimate it.
The so-called extraordinary has actually reached the realm of such a god. I am afraid that no one in the world can resist it. And the prince is still injured at this time.