Xu Changqing and the man in green were overjoyed when they saw this, and took advantage of the victory to pursue them.
Wushuang received two palms from his opponent in the back, but did not react to defend himself.
Instead, using the speed of his forward thrust, he swung his sword and struck the man in blue at the throat again.
The man in blue was immediately horrified and quickly took a breath of Qi.
He tried his best to avoid the vital point, but a bloody mark was drawn on his neck.
He couldn't help but yelled: "You two bastards, you don't want to save me, do you want me to die?"
Xu Changqing attacked fiercely with both fists and said comfortingly: "Hold on, we will succeed soon."
At this time, Wu Shuang had given up on the man in blue and turned to stab the man in green on the side.
Xu Changqing from the side took the opportunity to punch him, Wushuang raised his left hand to block, and swung his sword with his right hand to strike Qing Yi's vitals again.
With the tragic situation of the man in blue in front of him, Qing Yi retreated decisively, temporarily retreating out of the attack range.
Wushuang had changed direction again and stabbed the man in blue in the throat with his sword, killing him and making him dodge in panic.
As for Xu Changqing's attacks behind him, Wushuang dodged whenever he could, and resisted if he couldn't.
But in a few moments, Wushuang did not hesitate to hurt both sides, and used all his strength to attack only one person on the other side.
Her attack was sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, and she moved around with all her heart.
Xu Changqing turned a blind eye to the crisis of his companions, and just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to attack Wushuang and capture her after seriously injuring Wushuang.
The current situation is to see which side can't resist first.
After Wushuang fought for a long time, most of the energy in his Dantian was depleted, and he knew that he could not hold on for much longer.
At that moment, he forcibly pushed his strength to its peak state and attacked Lan Yi and Qing Yi again.
Qing Yi's injuries were not serious and he could barely hold on, but Lan Yi almost died several times and could only stand by to help.
As a result, Wu Shuang changed his main attack target and began to attack Qing Yi with all his strength.
Occasionally, he would suddenly look at the right opportunity and suddenly react with a sword, stab or slash, and attack Xu Changqing who was chasing behind him, in order to interfere with the opponent's judgment.
As Wushuang's injuries increased, Qingyi's injuries became more and more serious.
Just when Lan Yi next to him relaxed his vigilance, Wu Shuang suddenly turned around and struck him, stabbing him in the temple with a sword.
Seeing this, Xu Changqing punched Wushuang in the back. If the blow was real, she would lose her fighting power even if she didn't die.
Wushuang could only retract his attack regretfully, turn around and stab the incoming punch with his sword to resolve his own crisis first.
Lan Yi cursed again: "Xu Changqing, you really want to kill me."
Xu Changqing continued to attack fiercely, and replied urgently: "If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't save you. If I persist, she will be at the end of her defense."
At this time, Qing Yi once again narrowly avoided a critical attack and shouted urgently: "Retreat, I don't know if she is at the end of her strength, but we really are. If we continue to fight, I will be responsible for my life."
It’s here.”
While he was talking, Xu Changqing punched Wu Shuang on the shoulder again, and anxiously reassured his teammates: "We are going to win soon, just hold on for a moment, a moment will be enough."
Wushuang did not receive this punch in vain. At this moment, a sword slashed across Qing Yi's lower abdomen, leaving a long wound on it.
Qing Yi yelled angrily: "Damn it, I'm going to die if you keep persisting, retreat!"
Before Qing Yi could finish what he said, Lan Yi had already retreated far ahead of time.
In the current situation, Xu Changqing was left alone to fight against the desperate Wushuang, and he suddenly felt the pressure doubled.
In an instant, the two exchanged dozens of moves, each causing damage to each other.
Wushuang received a heavy punch in the lower abdomen and spit out a mouthful of blood again; Xu Changqing was hit by a sword in his right arm, greatly weakening his attack power.
Seeing this, Xu Changqing stepped back helplessly, looked at his two companions angrily and cursed: "We are about to succeed, you are a master, can't you just hold on for a little longer?"
Lan Yi was still frightened and cursed angrily: "Persevere? You're fucking trying to cost me my life by insisting. I'm going to withdraw anyway, you can do whatever you want."
Qing Yi also retreated, and said: "I'm retreating too, Xu Changqing, you can play by yourself."
Xu Changqing looked at Wushuang, who was pale but gritted his teeth and persisted, with eyes full of reluctance.
But he knew in his heart that facing the desperate Wu Shuang alone, his own life was in danger, so he could only sigh helplessly and leave with regret.
After taking a look at the front of the carriage, there were actually five people left in the group of gangsters, facing off against the only two female guards standing opposite.
"What a bunch of rubbish! Hurry up and get out!"
After Xu Changqing warned his men angrily, he immediately turned around and retreated, and soon disappeared.
In front of the carriage, the remaining five robbers had already withdrawn when they saw the boss.
They all turned around and ran away, not wanting to stay any longer, muttering: "These women are too scary."
Luo Yu and Zi Yun were the only ones among all the guards who could still stand. They were injured in many places and were dripping with blood.
Now that the enemy has disappeared, the two of them did not bother to deal with their own wounds. Instead, they helped others apply medicine and bandage.
After Wushuang came over and saw the miserable appearance of his subordinates, he dropped his sword and helped them treat their wounds without saying a word.
"Thank you, Your Highness, please let your subordinates do it by themselves." The guards burst into tears of gratitude and showed shy smiles.
Luo Yu quickly took out the medicine to treat internal injuries and brought it to him, and worriedly persuaded: "Your Highness, please take the medicine to heal your injuries and restore your vitality to prevent the bandits from coming back."
Wushuang hesitated a little, but when he saw that the person who had treated the wound could help him stand up to help others, he nodded in agreement.
He took the medicine from Luo Yu's hand and took it, sitting cross-legged on the spot, and began to use his luck to heal the injury and at the same time restore the lost energy.
In less than a stick of incense, the twelve female guards treated the wounds one after another.
Just as they found their horses, they suddenly heard clear footsteps again in the woods behind them.
As if facing a formidable enemy, everyone drew their swords one after another, guarding Wushuang, and stood ready.
"Don't be so nervous, I am not a robber."
A lazy, casual, yet familiar voice sounded, and then the owner of the voice appeared from the woods.
It turned out to be Jiang Mingcong, the prince of the Yan Kingdom. Beside him was a guard in red in his thirties.
Jiang Mingcong strolled over and said hello with a smile: "I didn't expect to meet you all here. Hey, what's going on, Your Highness Wushuang?"
Luo Yu's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said in a cold voice: "It turns out it's you who actually sent someone to plot against my Highness!"
Jiang Mingcong shook his head repeatedly and denied it categorically: "With all conscience, I will not bear this crime. This prince just happened to be passing by."
Ziyun said with a guarded face: "In that case, I have offended Prince Jiang, so please forgive me. You two can do whatever you want."
"No hurry, no hurry!" Jiang Mingcong said with a smile, "I just witnessed a shocking battle. His Highness Wushuang defeated three great masters by himself. His grace was so outstanding that I immediately admired him."
Having said this, Jiang Mingcong did not hide the desire in his eyes and looked at Wushuang sitting on the ground.
He asked unscrupulously: "I wonder if His Highness Wushuang can consider choosing another husband and marrying this prince as his wife?"
"How dare you! How dare you humiliate my Highness?"
"Bold! Are you going to be an enemy of our Shang Kingdom?"
Luo Yu and Zi Yun scolded at the same time, staring fiercely at Jiang Mingcong with full vigilance.
Jiang Mingcong laughed loudly without any scruples, walked closer, and shook his head to explain.
"This prince is just telling the truth. How can I talk about humiliation? How can I say that I am an enemy of the Shang Kingdom?
Dayu never sinned against the people with his speech. By the way, this was all thanks to the reminder from Palace Master Wuchen.
Why don't you see others when the fierce battle is so fierce? How can such a useless pariah be worthy of His Highness Wushuang?"
"Stop!" Luo Yu pointed his sword at Jiang Mingcong and warned coldly.
Ziyun and the other female guards beside her also raised their swords, all pointing at Jiang Mingcong, who had malicious intentions.
Jiang Mingcong glanced at them arrogantly, without stopping, and said contemptuously: "A group of wounded soldiers and disabled generals, just you?"
"Jiang Mingcong, that's enough!"
Wushuang said calmly, then opened his eyes and slowly stood up from the ground.
The time for adjusting one's breath is too short, it doesn't even take one stick of incense.
Not to mention restoring Qi, the medicine has just been dissolved, and it is too late to take effect.
Jiang Mingcong's timing of coming out was very precise, and he had clearly seen the situation on his side.
The person who came here is not kind. All the subordinates are seriously injured and cannot cope with it at all.
Seeing Jiang Mingcong pressing harder and harder, but not wanting to give himself time to recover, Wushuang could only step forward.
Jiang Mingcong stopped and asked with a hidden smile: "Your Highness Wushuang, what do you think of my prince's proposal just now?"
Wushuang looked at Jiang Mingcong quietly, smiled indifferently, and replied softly: "You are not worthy of me."
Jiang Mingcong was not angry, but nodded in agreement:
"Yes, in Dayu and Jiuzhou, there are very few people who are worthy of His Highness.
After all, I am a dignified prince of the Yan Kingdom, with an eighth-level cultivation, and can be of help to the Shang Kingdom and His Highness.
Fu Chen is a pariah. Apart from his appearance, what else is there for him? He can only hide on the carriage."
Wushuang looked at the carriage, smiled happily and replied:
"My husband knows what to do, and staying in the carriage is what you should do."
He turned around and persuaded Jiang Mingcong: "Just leave, I will not hold you accountable."
Jiang Mingcong's eyes were suddenly full of anger, resentment and anger, and then he laughed loudly and said:
"Hahaha, I don't want to accept it, but I want to give it a try today.
Your Highness Wushuang, I wonder how much strength you have left now?"
Then, Jiang Mingcong stepped aside and shouted: "Ding Peng!"
The guard in red who was following him stepped forward and faced Wu Shuang head on.
Ding Peng sneered, cupped his fists and said, "Your Highness Wushuang, please enlighten me."
Without saying a word, Wushuang opened her right palm and secretly moved her energy towards the sword on the ground. The sword flew towards her with a "whoosh" sound and was grabbed by her.
Then, Wushuang raised his sword and waved his hand, sending out a sharp sword energy to slash at his opponent.
When Ding Peng saw this, he ducked sideways calmly and was not in a hurry to attack.
Wushuang's heart is like a clear mirror, and he knows that the other party is trying to consume his own little energy.
Once one's own energy is depleted, he can only surrender and let others slaughter him.