"Ninth brother, come back!" Ling Xiaoran roared, feeling so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, how are you doing? Please help Your Majesty get on the horse quickly..."
"Ninth brother, come back! Come back! Chase the Ninth Prince back quickly, cough cough..." Ling Xiaoran vomited several mouthfuls of blood, her face was pale, her eyes were red, and she could barely hold herself steady.
Ling Yiran couldn't hear anything. He remembered that when he met Yi Shuihan for the first time, he changed his golden fan. The second time they met, he scared him into the water. The third time they met, he pissed him off in Tianxiang Pavilion.
He was furious. The fourth time they met, Yi Shuihan was dressed in red... Each scene was clearly printed in his mind. He was still angry with Yi Shuihan these days. He had not forgiven Yi Shuihan yet. Yi Shuihan
How could Han die...
"Ahem, Ninth Brother, come back, come back..." Ling Xiaoran looked at Ling Yiran's retreating figure, anxious and grieved, emotionally unstable, and immediately accelerated the spread of toxins in her body, and her consciousness began to blur.[
The sound of horse hooves covered the sky and covered the ground, just like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, and the iron horses were frightened, causing the birds and beasts to fly away.
"Meet the Fifth Prince." The leader was clearly the leader of the Royal Forest Army.
"Hurry up and bring the Ninth Prince back! Hurry..." After saying this, Ling Xiaoran was exhausted and fainted as soon as her eyesight went dark.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Military Doctor, How is Your Majesty..."
"The prince is poisoned. I will suppress the poison first, and now I will send the prince back immediately."
The military doctor stayed behind to treat Ling Xiaoran, and the leader of the imperial army led the imperial army into the woods to chase Ling Yiran.
The guards abandoned their horses, and those with strong martial arts could easily cross the swamp, while those with mediocre martial arts could cross cautiously.
The Royal Forest Army rushed deep into the forest without delay. If anything happened to the Ninth Prince, they would be demoted in the slightest, or lose their lives in the worst.
The evil spirit in the forest was soaring, and his purple robe was already stained with the blood of many enemies. He was like Shura in hell, his eyes were red, and the cold sword in his hand did not slow down at all.
Clothes man.
The man in black did not dare to rush forward rashly and surrounded Ling Yiran. He could not kill Ling Xiaoran. Killing Ling Yiran was also a great achievement.
Ling Yiran's expression was cold and sad, and he looked at the man in black and laughed softly. The laughter was like a prelude to claiming his life. The cold sword he held tightly was stained with blood, and the blood slid down the blade into the soil.
"You all deserve to die." The tone was very soft, but resounding, and every word was filled with deep sorrow.
Suddenly, the wind blew away the remaining clouds, and the sand and rocks flew.
The purple clothes were lifted up, the dark hair was flying freely, and the sword with cold light quickly passed through the neck of the man in black, and blood suddenly poured out.
The man in black was shocked, Ling Yiran was risking his life, a man who goes crazy is the most terrifying thing.
They had an absolute advantage in numbers, and the men in black immediately resorted to reincarnation fighting to consume Ling Yiran's physical strength and then kill him.
The reincarnation battle was very effective. Although Ling Yiran became more and more crazy, there was no blood on his face and his hands were trembling slightly. The blood on the purple robe could no longer tell whether it belonged to the man in black or Ling Yiran.
Just when the man in black was proud, a large number of imperial guards surged in.
"Protect the Ninth Prince." The leader of the Royal Forest Army shouted loudly.[
A large number of imperial guardsmen swarmed forward. Although their overall martial arts skills were a bit weaker than those of the men in black, they were absolutely overwhelming in numbers. With one hundred enemies to one, the fight was worse than a group fight, and a melee ensued.