Endless killing air whizzed out, and the thick blood was like a surging flood, covering the entire Min Mountain turbulently.
Many people gathered around, and Lan Ling couldn't even tell whose it was. Piles of corpses gradually piled up on the ground.
Ling Feng didn't seem to be Ling Chen's opponent, and he was gradually losing the wind. Lan Ling watched Ling Chen's Canglong Sword slash at Ling Feng, and a long spear beside him swung towards him. It was Lan Sedum.
Lan Ling's heart was in her throat, she had been staring at Ling Chen and her father Lan Sedum just now.
She was afraid that any accident would happen to any of them, and she didn't even want Ling Feng to die. She stood there tremblingly, her heart like winter.
Lan Sedum's expression was frightening, and he pressed forward every step of the way. Ling Chen didn't change his face, he responded calmly, with the long sword in his hand protecting his vitals, even though Lan Sedum was cold, he couldn't hurt Ling Chen.
At this time, there are more and more corpses on the ground, and there are more and more people in Lingfeng.
Zhang Li's and Yang Que's swords stabbed at Ling Chen at the same time, and Lan Ling threw out his Qiushui sword. Lan Ling remembered what the master said, if the two people who use the Canglong Sword and Qiushui Sword have the same mind, the power of the sword will be doubled.
If so, Lan Ling felt that the sword in her hand was as flexible as eyes. Normally, her swordsmanship could not even defend herself, but now, together with Ling Chen, she forced the Wushan couple to retreat.
Ling Feng also joined in.
Gu Fan raised his sword to protect him.
The two sides were like bloodthirsty, and the blood mist filled the sky. The rain didn't stop.
At this time, the tragedy of the war was beyond the imagination of both sides.
Ling Chen heard a muffled groan in front of him, he took a look, and saw that Gu Fan was stabbed by Ling Feng's sword, blood splashed across Ling Chen's face.
Ling Chen was furious in his heart, he clenched the long sword in his hand, screamed loudly, and stabbed towards Ling Feng in the air!
With a wave of Lan Sedum's spear, he blocked Ling Chen, Ling Chen leaned over and chopped off the front leg of Lan Sedum's war horse, the horse neighed, and the person on the horse rolled down.
An exclamation was heard in the ear, it was Lan Ling's voice.
The edge of Ling Chen's sword was only a tiny bit away from Lan Sedum's head and neck, and suddenly stopped there abruptly!
Lan Sedum saw the opportunity, and stabbed Ling Chen's heart with the spear!
Lan Ling had already jumped over, "Father!" She screamed miserably.
Lan Sedum froze her hands, the spear in her hand pierced the clothes on Ling Chen's chest, and stopped.
Lan Ling jumped over and knelt down in front of Lan Sedum.
Lan Sedum's spear slowly lowered.
A loud shout sounded from behind, and a long sword hit Lan Sedum's heart impartially.
Lan Sedum slowly fell on Lan Ling, who staggered and fell to the ground.
Lan Sedum held Lan Ling's arms with both hands, and Lan Ling hugged him, "Father, father, don't scare me, father, you can't die, father..."
Lan Jingtian spat out a big mouthful of blood clots, his voice was hoarse, Lan Ling lay beside his mouth, and heard him whisper: "Ling'er, don't hate father, do you know... do you know what I will always help King Ning?"
He panted heavily, "You, when you were going to marry Ling Chen, your father just... just found out that he was the one who killed the prince... But you have already been taken away by him, and you insisted on marrying Ling Chen... Give it to him... for a father... and hide the truth... I'm sorry for King Ning, I'm sorry for the first emperor... and I'm sorry for your mother... .."
Lan Ling was crying so hard that he couldn't breathe, his chest was cramping, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ling Chen stepped forward to hug her, but she pushed her away fiercely.
"Ling'er, I have a request as a father. I'm sorry for your mother. I didn't accompany her back to Moshan...can you...can you bury me in Moshan...your mother's tomb?"
Lan Ling cried and nodded, "Father, Min'er is still alive, and San Yiniang is also alive, please don't die, please go find them..."
Lan Jingtian smiled, "I know, they are not dead. Thank you..."
He paused for a moment, as if he was gathering strength, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be relieved suddenly.
He held Lan Ling's hand tightly, and his voice was loud, as if he was saying to Lan Ling, but also as if he was saying to others: "Ling'er, it is worthwhile to die on the battlefield for my father's life. On the battlefield, the enemy and us, It's your life and death, nothing else, every war is a pile of dead bodies, so there is no love or hatred. Remember, remember... don't hold grudges against the man who killed the father, we, we are just, just our masters... "
"Father! Stop talking, I will save you, I will save you, but I don't have a life-saving Dan, let's go to Moshan to find my master, Father, stop talking..." Lan Ling cried loudly.
"No need, in fact, my father didn't want to live for a long time. The moment the Lan family was destroyed, my father didn't want to live anymore. Everything is like floating clouds, and there is no love in my heart. Living is very lonely. Linger, you have to be good... . "
Lan Jingtian seemed to have exhausted all her strength, spit out a big mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground, her face gradually relaxed, her brows stretched, as if relieved, she lost her breath.
Whether it's Ling Feng's people or Ling Chen's people, they were all shocked when they heard that he told Lan Ling not to bear grudges against those who killed him. He was once the Grand Marshal of Daxing Kingdom. An interpretation of battlefield killings by a soldier carrying out orders.
What Lan Sedum said was actually for everyone.
Lan Ling hugged Lan Sedum's corpse in a daze and cried loudly, his whole body was like a flower short of water, without a trace of spiritual energy anymore.
"Father, he promised me that he would not kill you. Why, why did this happen? Why..."
Ling Chen hugged Lan Ling, but was pushed away by Lan Ling.
"You promised me, you promised me that you wouldn't kill him, why, why?..."
There was endless sadness on Lan Ling's face.
Ling Chen retracted his hand touching her face, he was speechless.
Did he want to tell her that he had let Lan Sedum go, and he also ordered his life to be spared when assigning the task? But the battlefield changed rapidly, Lei Ze still killed Lan Sedum. But he couldn't blame Lei Ze.
Lan Jingtian stabbed him with a spear one second before, but put down the weapon because of Lan Ling the next second. It is understandable for Lei Ze to make a move.
Huo Jingyun's face was ashen, he let out a long howl, and the blunt sword threw out a blue light, cutting down a group of enemies surrounding him. He rode over and knocked Lei Ze down with a wave of his palm. He was an extremely calm person, "Your Majesty Didn't you say that Lan Sedum would be spared?"
Lei Ze was furious: "If I don't kill him, he will kill the emperor!"
Jiang Rui said on the side: "You fart, everyone can see, he has obviously put down his weapon!"
The rain hit Lan Ling's face, and his wet hair stuck tightly to his face. Lan Ling trembled all over, and could no longer feel a trace of warmth.
Lan Ling stared blankly at her father's face. She had never seen him so close before. He died, at the hands of the man she loved the most.
She once said that if one day he killed her father, or her father killed him, she would not be able to live. She never thought that this day would come so soon.
Her father's words before his death made her feel deeply that he loved her. For Lan Ling, he hid the truth about Ling Chen's assassination of the prince. If it wasn't for his concealment, the throne would not be known.
In order to atone for his sin, he desperately helped Ling Feng until he lost his life.
When he was dying, he didn't want Lan Ling to hate the person who killed him, because the person who killed him was Ling Chen's person.
Thinking of this, Lan Ling burst into tears.
Tian Minghu was beside Lan Ling, seeing her delicate body holding Lan Sedum's body sitting in the cold rain, for a moment, he really wanted to hold her in his arms to protect her from the wind and rain.
The battle continues. It's still raining. The two sides are evenly matched. There are more and more corpses on the ground, and the losses of both sides are nearly half.