The crisp sound of a sharp weapon being unsheathed in his ears even drowned out the killing sounds in the mountains opposite.
Wang Pingyang's breathing suddenly stopped.
A short sword appeared in the girl's hand.
This short sword is like a sword that has not yet been refined, like a thin piece of black iron, but the black sword is covered with black flowers.
Along with the girl's eyes that looked at death, there was also a heart-stopping aura.
Wang Pingyang was originally one of the fastest young cultivators in the Southern Dynasties. He had been hunting in Tianjian for five years. He also had adventures in Meishan. At this time, his cultivation level had also exceeded the middle level of Ruyi Realm. However, this girl was now
The real energy fluctuations emitted made him feel even stronger than himself.
This kind of aura even made him feel that the dagger in the girl's hand was fluttering and about to fly.
But in the next moment, he clearly felt that the aura generated by the fluctuation of the true energy in the girl's body was full of difficult meaning.
This feeling is like a person's chest and lungs are filled with many small stones.
Therefore, this girl should have been a stronger practitioner than him before, and should have reached the peak of Ruyi Realm. However, she did suffer serious injuries. In addition to the severe injury to her abdomen, the meridians in her body should also be broken many times.
Otherwise, the powerful true energy flowing in her body would not flow so hard and intermittently.
Wang Pingyang's hand fell on the hilt of his sword.
The hilt of his sword is inlaid with very pure azure jade. This is a famous sword from the Southern Dynasties. It is currently hidden in the scabbard. The undrawn sword body is also azure. This sword is called Chunxiao.
For a cultivator like him, his true energy flows when he thinks about it. Although he has not yet drawn the sword while holding the hilt of the sword, the sword intention has already arisen, which is naturally enough for this girl to sense his cultivation level.
This girl had a death wish in her heart, but was forced by his momentum. The hand holding the dagger in her hand trembled slightly, and the movement of the true energy in her body was slightly unstable. Her lips could no longer be pressed tightly, and a mouthful of blood instantly flowed out.
"I don't necessarily want to kill you."
Wang Pingyang still maintained absolute vigilance, he looked at the girl and said.
He said this sincerely. Although he had no good impressions of the people of the Northern Wei Dynasty, in all his imagination, he never thought that he would encounter such an opponent.
The other party is a girl who is too young.
And the injury was so serious that he felt he couldn't bear to take action again.
"If you don't want to kill me, will you let me go?"
The girl smiled sadly. She looked at Wang Pingyang with a very strange look, "I can't fall into the hands of your Northern Wei military."
"You are not the eldest princess of the Northern Wei Dynasty, you are the maid beside her?" Wang Pingyang's brows twitched, and he was keenly aware that the girl's aura was becoming more and more unstable.
There are only two possibilities.
One possibility is that this girl is planning to take action, and another possibility is that due to the flow of this girl's true energy, her internal injuries are extremely serious and are getting worse at this time.
Hearing Wang Pingyang's words, the girl's body trembled suddenly.
After all, she is not the master she serves. A girl like her cannot be indifferent to anything, including facing her own death.
"I don't want to die"
The girl spoke this sentence.
The blood in her mouth gushed out again.
She almost cried.
Wang Pingyang was stunned for a moment, he was a little helpless.
"I'm dying."
The girl looked at Wang Pingyang with a pleading look, but she knew very well that no matter how much this young practitioner from the Southern Dynasty helped her, the injuries in her body could no longer be healed, "I can't tell you anything, including me.
Who is it, but if you can really see the eldest princess of the Northern Wei Dynasty, can you tell her for me that I did not die in the hands of the practitioners of the Southern Dynasty, but in the hands of Du Yi."
"Du Yi, who is he?"
Wang Pingyang looked at the girl with some incomprehension. He became more and more certain that this girl should be the maid of the eldest princess of the Northern Wei Dynasty. However, the other party said that she did not die at the hands of a practitioner from the Southern Dynasty. Could it be that someone in the Northern Wei Dynasty wanted to do something to the Northern Wei Dynasty?
Is it bad for the eldest princess?
I don’t know if I don’t want to tell, or if I just can’t tell.
The girl lowered her head.
The dagger she held in her hand fell weakly in front of her, and her hands covered the wound on her abdomen as if afraid of pain.
Her wound seemed to have completely lost control at this time, and blood continued to spread on the bandaged clothing.
The sound of fighting in Tianshun Ridge seemed to be more fierce, but this girl fell into a coma amidst such noisy shouts of killing, and her vitality was rapidly fading, and she would never wake up.
Wang Pingyang's hand also left the hilt of his sword.
He looked at the girl from the Northern Wei Dynasty in silence, watching the blood coming out of the girl's body gradually placing her in a pool of blood. He thought with a heavy heart, if he didn't notice the smell of blood and came to check, he wouldn't disturb her.
This girl is recovering from her injuries. Will this girl be able to control the injuries in her body and survive in the end?
However, at the same time, a certain smell rising from the warm blood made him feel inexplicably hungry.
When Wang Pingyang watched the girl die, Lin Yi finally saw the traces of the Northern Wei army rushing through the black miasma forest to Tianshun Ridge.
There seemed to be a black crop being harvested and falling on the top of the hill in front of him.
Hundreds of soldiers from the Northern Wei Dynasty wearing black armor were quickly crossing the hills, and behind the hills was the Tianshun Ridge battlefield where the battle was taking place.
Almost riding on the residual heat of these Northern Wei sergeants, Lin Yi, Yuan Yan, and Rong Yi rushed up to the high hills.
The three of them looked down and narrowed their eyes almost at the same time.
Tianfen Ridge is named because the mountain looks like a centipede. This mountain is not high, and the slopes on both sides are gentle, making the mountain look like a centipede lying on the ground. At this time, there is a hillside close to Lin Yi and others.
On the mountain, most of the trees have fallen down, and the hillsides with a radius of more than ten miles have become a mess like a boiling porridge pot.
The most critical reason for causing such damage is the heavy armor.
There are two types of heavy armor in the Southern Dynasty and Northern Wei Dynasty. One is the heavy armor worn by ordinary warriors and heavy cavalry. Except that the armor is so thick that even a practitioner's flying sword may not be able to pierce it, there is no difference.
One is the heavy armor worn by practitioners. There are runes on the inside and outside of the heavy armor for the circulation of true energy. The practitioner can use the true energy to control the heavy armor.
The heavy armor worn by ordinary warriors and heavy riders, even if it is a bit unusual, only weighs more than three hundred kilograms. However, the heavy armor worn by some practitioners is made of unique fine gold, just like the one in the south.
The armors such as the Divine King Armor and Kaitian Armor of the dynasty even weighed a thousand kilograms.
These heavy armors were opened and closed on the battlefield, and they were rampant. In terms of killing and charging of ordinary soldiers, they even far exceeded that of several practitioners using flying swords.
At this time, on the battlefield on the slopes of Tianfen Ridge, most of the heavy armors worn by warriors were found, but there were also four or five of them each, which were heavy armors worn by practitioners.
(Are there any readers who are studying medicine? Why do you feel chest tightness when you write for a little longer lately? Is it because you feel too guilty because you are too old to write fast? Oh my god.)