"You..." the northern barbarian pointed at Xie Jue. His companion's body was hanging on the treetop, and he was hammered to the ground. "You are full of tricks..."
In his chaotic vision, there was only Xie Jue's frosty features.
The Northern Barbarians will never die in peace!
He simply didn't believe that the weak Xie Jue could kill the three of them easily. Xie Jue was already good at Qi Men Dun Jia and arithmetic, so he used his body as bait and caught three big fish.
The long sword was sheathed. Xie Jue was about to look for Fang Chuning when he suddenly heard the sound of an arrow penetrating the mountain wind. He quickly avoided it. As soon as he turned around and saw the two of them, he saw a cloud of yellow mist coming towards his face. Xie Jue couldn't avoid it.
He smelled a fishy-sweet smell, and just as he held his breath, yellow mist flew into his eyes, which stung and turned blood red. Then the world began to spin, and his vision turned black, and he lost his vision.
poisonous!
This kind of poison was scattered in the air, and he couldn't avoid it if he followed the mountain wind.
The second young master's calmness, which had always been leisurely strolling around the courtyard, collapsed and he was in a state of panic. He held his sword in front of him, and the sound of his footsteps was very clear in the forest.
Xie Jue stepped back step by step, restless and blind.
"Have you ever thought that you, the second young master, would die in Xiyan Mountain?" The low and hoarse voice sounded like it was coming from a distance, full of malice.
This voice was exactly the same as the one he heard when he was in the tree. It was slightly familiar, more like imitating someone's voice.
"Who are you?" Xie Jue asked coldly, "You want to kill me, but you don't even dare to tell me your name?"
"Second Young Master, go ask the King of Hell!" His blade pressed forward step by step in the mountain forest that blocked the sky and the sun. Xie Jue only felt a sharp murderous aura coming towards him.
Just as the blade approached, a sharp whistle sounded, and then Fang Chuning jumped out of the forest. The rope shot out from his sleeves and wrapped around Xie Jue's waist. He flipped his wrist, and the rope wrapped around Xie Jue and flew over. Fang Chuning shot
He grabbed Xie Jue's waist and held him in his arms.
The cold and faint rosin on Xie Jue's body almost covered up the blood on his body. Fang Chuning looked sideways and saw his eyes, and his pupils shrank slightly.
Xie Jue's eyes were blood red, and uncontrollable tears of blood ran across Qishang Saixue's face, which was as fragile as precious porcelain and had a strange feeling of brokenness.
Fang Chuning's heart twitched violently, and the corners of his eyes turned red.
Listen to the wind's eyes...
Fang Chuning was furious, his sword light cut through the darkness of the mountain forest, and forced the masked man back.
Xie Jue's eyes were dark, and his sense of smell became more sensitive. He smelled the strong smell of blood. Xie Jue's heart skipped a beat. Was Chu Ning injured?
Fang Chuning looked like a blood-soaked Shura, with large blood stains on his clothes and skirt. When Xie Jue needed it most, he was still the sharpest knife.
Ever since he was little, he has been Xie Jue's sword, hitting wherever he points!
"Want to kill him? Have you asked me?" Fang Chuning's blood-stained face looked evil. After passing Xie Jue, he killed the two masked men.
They hurt Tingfeng's eyes, and he wanted their lives!
"Fang Chuning, you are really haunting!" The cold voice was filled with hatred, and the masked man's eyes were full of anger, "Today I will send you to the underworld to keep you company!"
"You are worthy!" Fang Chuning finished speaking, and the sword had arrived.
The swords collided, and the fire was radiating. Xie Jue could not see, he could only hear the frightening and harsh sound of the swords clashing, and he was extremely worried about Fang Chuning.
That strong bloody smell, where was he injured?
The two masked men in black gradually became exhausted under Fang Chuning's furious sword strikes. Even if he was drained of energy by Dugu Jing, it was still easy to kill them. The strong murderous aura made the man in black extremely embarrassed. Fang Chuning suddenly lost his position when he was out of position.
The sword pierced the shoulder blade of the man in black.
The long sword penetrated his shoulder, Xie Jue only heard screams, and Fang Chuning's violent and cold eyes condensed murderous intent like a violent storm.
Fang Chuning looked at the pair of eyes that were so close and filled with hatred, "Give his eyes back!"
The man in black was shocked when he saw Fang Chuning poke his eyes with two fingers. At the critical moment, eight men in black suddenly jumped out of the forest and landed silently in the forest. They drew their swords and pointed towards Fang Chuning.
Chu Ning and Xie Jue attacked, and Fang Chuning's sword was pulled out from the body of the man in black, and blood spurted out.
After he kicked the person away, he turned back to Xie Jue.
The sound of horse hooves roared through the thorns, and Xie Jue said coldly, "Don't be obsessed with fighting!"
Fang Chuning turned around and saw his war horse galloping over the snow. He whistled to summon his mount. Fang Chuning got on the horse with Xie Jue in his arms and galloped away in the northwest direction.
Several men in black were chasing after him. Xie Jue's eyes were so painful that he could hardly open them. They were blood red. The howling wind blew hard from his face. Xie Jue only heard Fang Chuning's heavy breathing.
Side, hot and urgent.
"Chun Ning..." Xie Jue called his name.
Fang Chuning actually heard a hint of tenderness. He put his arm across Xie Jue's waist and held him firmly in his arms. He almost bit his ear and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Tingfeng, do your eyes hurt?
pain!
It was a bone-piercing pain to gouge out the heart, but Xie Jue was accustomed to endure it and never said a word about the pain, just like when he was humiliated as a child and his head was smashed, he just wiped away the blood indifferently.
It was as if he was born without knowing what pain was, but blood and tears fell from his eyes to his collarbone, staining his clothes red.
The burning chest was pressed against his back, and iron-like arms were wrapped around his waist. The blood and rosin were mixed with the pain. Fang Chuning controlled his body to move back, pressing his cheek against Xie Jue's side face that was blown cold by the wind,
There was pain in the tenderness, "I hurt."
Xie Jue vaguely heard a voice in his ear in the stinging pain, which seemed aggrieved and angry. The man seemed to be extremely scared. He could feel Fang Chuning's trembling. Xie Jue's hand caressed Fang Chuning's wrist.
It seemed to calm his anxiety.
The war horse neighed and rushed through the forest. Arrows came from behind with murderous intent. Fang Chuning pressed Xie Jue and lay on the horse to avoid a wave of arrows. He swung his sword with his backhand to fend off the second wave of arrows.
Xie Jue's heart beat wildly when he heard Fang Chuning's grunting. Fang Chuning was hit by an arrow in his shoulder. He pulled out the arrow with his backhand, bleeding profusely, but he didn't care.
Xie Jue pried Fang Chuning's hand away, grabbed the reins and turned with force, from sitting in Fang Chuning's arms to sitting behind Fang Chuning, using his body to block the arrows coming from behind.
Even if I die, I still want to protect him.
"Listen to the wind!" Fang Chuning shouted sharply. Xie Jue lay on his shoulder and back, smelling stronger blood, and he reached out and touched a piece of wetness.
The group of men in black saw that Xie Jue was sitting behind Fang Chuning looking for death. With a fanatical fighting spirit in their eyes, they shot arrows in their sleeves at Xie Jue. However, the moment Xie Jue fired the arrows, the darts in Xie Jue's sleeves spun and flew out. Fang Chuning made a backhand.
Holding Xie Jue in his arms, he rolled down into the forest, and then heard screams from behind.
As the sun sets to the west, Xie Xun paces impatiently on the northwest mountains. He is wearing a strong suit, narrow sleeves and waist, tall and handsome.
