In the camp of the Central Guards, swords and swords were clashing, and the gradually thickening cold light of night passed through the black curtain, raising up strings of blood.
Zhou Chengtao saw his brother's tragic death. At this moment, the anger in his heart was watered by grief, burning higher than the open flame of the brazier in the camp.
Seeing the guards falling one by one, he drew his sword with scarlet eyes and joined the fight himself.
It's a pity that his joining did not reverse the decline. Ying Wuchen is a member of the elite. They are not like soldiers who have experienced hundreds of battles, but they are ruthless killers who use their swords with their hands and drop them to kill.
"Ying Jiulang, you dare!"
Zhou Chengtao roared loudly. His whole body was covered with blood, most of which were caused by his men falling down and splashing on him.
Even if the guards fell one by one, he still fought hard, stared at Ying Wuchen, and moved towards Ying Wuchen step by step.
Ziyi still stood in front of Ying Wuchen. Ying's subordinates attacked Zhou Chengtao's subordinates without any hesitation, but they seemed to have some scruples in dealing with Zhou Chengtao and did not kill him.
It was precisely because he sensed the fear of Ying's tribe that Zhou Chengtao felt confident, he broke through all the obstacles and swung his blood-stained sword in front of Ying Wuchen.
He raised his sword and pointed it at Ying Wuchen: "Have your people stop immediately, otherwise..."
Before the threatening words were spoken, he only heard an exclamation of "Second Young Master". Zhou Chengtao turned around with his eyes about to burst, and was shocked to realize that all the people he brought had been killed. The person who called him last was the one who had been by his side since childhood.
confidant.
With a heavy breath and a low roar, Zhou Chengtao raised his sword, turned around, and stabbed Ying Wuchen with all his strength.
Before Zi Yi could get up, Ying Wuchen reached out and pushed him away. When Zhou Chengtao's sword stabbed Ying Wuchen's chest, Zhou Rong and Yuan You galloped in almost side by side. Seeing this scene, the two of them pinched each other.
The hands holding the reins all tightened.
"Erlang, stop!"
"Ying Jiulang!"
Zhou Rong and Yuan You shouted at the same time. Everyone thought that Ying Wuchen would be pierced through the chest by Zhou Chengtao's sword. No one expected that Ying Wuchen sidestepped before the sword edge touched his skirt and avoided it deftly.
Zhou Chengtao's sword was as light as a ghost approaching Zhou Chengtao.
A hand with clear joints clasped Zhou Chengtao's arm holding the sword. Zhou Chengtao, who reacted almost at the same time, stopped his feet, turned around and aimed at Ying Wuchen again and slashed his sword.
He was raised so high that he froze in mid-air, and there was a long and thin blood mark between his neck. The blood mark instantly burst and blood spattered.
No one saw what happened when Zhou Chengtao struck back with his sword. They only saw Ying Wuchen's upright figure flash past Zhou Chengtao's side, settling five steps away from Zhou Chengtao. There was a soft sword still shaking slightly in his hand.
The sword, a small amount of blood snaked down the sword body and condensed on the tip.
One drop, two drops, three drops...
The surroundings were so quiet, so quiet that the sound of blood drops hitting the ground was particularly heavy.
"Erlang——"
Zhou Rong, who turned over and dismounted, rushed over with a strong stride and managed to hold up Zhou Chengtao who fell down.
Zhou Chengtao, who was lying in Zhou Rong's arms, said "ho ho" twice. He wanted to say something private, but he didn't utter a single word completely, so he fell softly into Zhou Rong's arms.
The cold wind of the night brought a wave of sadness and silence, which instantly enveloped Zhou Rong. He tried his son's breath with trembling fingers, and the expected result made him close his eyes tightly.
He opened his eyes in just a few breaths, and his sharp eyes were fixed on Ying Wuchen: "Come here, take down the murderer!"