Wei Zi seemed to hear Feng Danyuan's voice, but the two were far apart, and the sound of fighting was mixed with the sound of wind and rain, so she didn't hear what he said clearly.
Feng Danyuan's long sword cut off two long arrows, but failed to stop the third arrow.
He watched helplessly as the arrow shot into her back, and he was heartbroken.
At this time, he was weaponless and was stabbed in the shoulder.
The severe pain caused him to quickly regain consciousness.
He turned over, picked up a knife from the ground, and used all his life's knowledge to chop down the few remaining people who were besieging him with his men who came to help him in the shortest possible time.
Feng Danyuan flew towards Wei Zi.
At this time, someone shouted: "The Yellow River has burst its banks!"
The two sides fighting each other stopped their movements one after another. When they looked up, they saw huge waves rising from the Yellow River. Then, the huge waves hit the dam hard, one after another.
After blocking several waves, the dike finally couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed.
The huge waves have no obstruction, like a giant beast opening its bloody mouth, trying to devour everything around it.
When Baishui turned around, he saw a big wave approaching, and his face turned pale with fear.
A black shadow flashed beside her.
It's Feng Danyuan!
He picked up Wei Zi, who was teetering on the horse, and at the same time, the flood came crazily.
Without thinking, he hugged Wei Zi and ran wildly. When he saw a horse on the way, he pulled the reins and flew up.
The frightened horse ran away, racing against the flood.
Behind him there was an overwhelming sound of water, interspersed with ghost-like screams and cries.
The heavy rain was pouring, and there was darkness between heaven and earth. The road back was death, and the way forward was unclear. Feng Danyuan felt as if he was in a ghostland.
Only the person in my arms is the bright color in this ghost land.
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I don’t know how long I ran, but those horrible sounds finally faded away.
The ground had become a vast ocean, so Feng Danyuan had no choice but to walk up the mountain.
There was a half-collapsed small temple on the mountainside. He tied his horse to a tree and carried Wei Zi into the temple to take shelter from the rain.
It was very dark in the temple, and the Huozhuzi was soaked in the rain. Fortunately, there was still a luminous pearl.
However, under the light of the night pearl, Wei Zi's face became increasingly pale, which made Feng Danyuan feel heartbroken.
He checked her injuries and found that the arrow entered from below the left shoulder and came out from the chest. Although it did not hurt any vital parts, the arrow was strong enough to cause her to bleed a lot, and the clothes on her upper body were soaked in blood.
Linze!
Feng Danyuan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, he must kill him with a thousand knives!
But there was no point thinking about it now. He had to save Wei Zi quickly and couldn't let the blood flow like this anymore.
He rummaged through everything on his body, found half a bottle of golden sore medicine, and said to Wei Zi: "I will pull out the arrow for you, it will hurt a little, please bear with it."
Wei Zi said "hmm", not sure whether he heard it or just murmured unconsciously.
Feng Danyuan hesitated for a moment, then carefully tore open Wei Zi's coat and lining.
When the snow-like skin came into view, he was in a trance for a moment - but it was only for a moment. When he saw the ferocious arrow, he lost all his charming thoughts.
He used his inner strength to seal several of Wei Zi's acupoints. He supported Wei Zi with one hand and held the arrow with the other.
However, after clenching and unclenching his hand several times, he just couldn't let go.
He has never been an indecisive person, but facing Wei Zi, he was afraid of making any mistakes.
