The sound of sharp arrows piercing the air has never sounded so hopeless. That arrow, splitting the light, chasing the wind and lightning, shot directly at Meng Fuyao with a speed that the naked eye could not catch!
"boom!"
At the same time, a loud bang suddenly erupted at the gate of the first palace, followed by shouts flooding in like a tide. The leading general in black armor and yellow scarf, with two long eyebrows connected together, was Fang Minghe.
Qi Xunyi blushed with joy and shouted, "Minghe, you're here!"
Fang Minghe laughed loudly, and a voice with internal strength came from afar, "Congratulations, Your Highness!"
Hearing these words, Qi Xunyi was stunned. Before he could speak, Fang Minghe rolled up his sleeves and said with a smile, "Let's come all the way, and have a good kill!"
The last triple palace gates are quite far apart, but even after such a long distance, you can still smell the blood and breath of the soldiers on the armor, and the murderous aura of trampling people's heads!
It is conceivable that just now, when Fang Minghe's army thought that King Qi had succeeded, they broke through the city gate and rushed all the way into the capital, how many corpses lay there, how many heads fell to the ground, how many flames ignited, and how many lives wept!
Fang Minghe was high-spirited, looking forward to the bright future of becoming a minister of Conglong, but he didn't notice that King Qi changed color. Yuan Zhaoxu, who was beside him, smiled and shook his head.
But Yuan Zhaoxu didn't look at the army rushing forward, what he looked at was Meng Fuyao who was shot by his arrow.
Arrow arrives! Roaring and galloping in mid-air, but suddenly turned in a direction when it was about to approach Meng Fuyao, the arrow fell down with a strange thud, and the body of the arrow hit Meng Fuyao's horse.
The horse suffered from pain, hissed wildly and stood up, then jumped wildly like crazy, and galloped all the way forward.
Meng Fuyao was so bumped that her body couldn't stop ups and downs, she gritted her teeth and firmly grasped the rein to prevent herself from being knocked off the horse, the violent gallop shook her whole body to the point of breaking apart, Meng Fuyao bit her lip, struggled to wrap the rein around her wrist, Trying to look back immediately, looking back at Yuan Zhaoxu.
When she looked back, her loose black hair flung out an ink-colored brocade, covering half of her face, and the eyes revealed in the strands of hair were complicated and difficult to understand.
Those gazes are like a bridge, passing through the chaotic crowd in an instant, like crossing a natural moat, stepping across the river of forgetfulness, and reaching the other shore.
In front of her was the surging tide of iron armor, behind her were the chasing guards of King Qi, and in between was Yuan Zhaoxu, who was still smiling, standing on the ground with his sleeves fluttering, and when he raised his eyes to meet Meng Fuyao's complex gaze, his lips moved move.
A trace of sound transmission came into the ears, and the calm tone that belonged to that person's Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.
"careful."
Meng Fuyao's heart was bumped, and then he felt another jolt under his body, the arrow just now bounced up again after landing, and hit the horse's back again with extreme precision, the horse neighed angrily, and lifted Meng Fuyao He ran out like lightning.
Meng Fuyao seemed to be in the middle of the waves, ups and downs involuntarily. She was carried by the horse and went straight to the second gate. She looked at the palace gate that was half-opened because of Fang Minghe's intrusion, and at the thousands of guards in full armor who lined up in strict order. Pei Yuan, who was standing guard in front of the palace gate with a sword, suddenly felt a gloomy feeling from the bottom of his heart—hey, how could he break out like this
She tried her best to look back at Yuan Zhaoxu, but she didn't realize that there was a rare trace of panic in her eyes.
Yuan Zhaoxu raised his eyes and looked at her fixedly. Meng Fuyao, who had always been strong and brave, showed such eyes in a moment of crisis and his heart trembled. His smile faded a little, but his eyes became a little more Loving and soft.
What she is afraid of is not death...
The horse rushed forward, and behind him, as soon as King Qi waved his hand, the guards wanted to chase him. Yuan Zhaoxu said indifferently, "My lord, the prince doesn't seem to have left through the palace gate. You have to hurry up and search the palace. Don't block all the people here. Here it is."
Qi Xunyi's face was ashen, hesitating, Yuan Zhaoxu said again, "It's better for you to lead someone to search for the prince yourself, as for this... I can share your worries."
Qi Xunyi glanced at him, thinking that this person was not that reliable, but at this time Fang Minghe was going to lead troops, the Yan family and Pei family were going to guard the gate, and there was no one else available, thinking that most of his troops were here now, this Even a single person couldn't find any water, so he complied immediately, and personally led people to search the palace, and quickly sent a signal for Fang Minghe to send a team to block all the roads leading to the Imperial Guard's camp.
"Then, sir, please capture these two suspicious men and women."
Yuan Zhaoxu smiled and replied, "Don't worry!"
Qi Xunyi left, Yuan Zhaoxu suddenly raised his head, smiled at the tower, then waved his hand, and led the guards to "chase" Meng Fuyao.
Immediately ahead, Yun Hen shrunk his whole body behind the horse, and kept flying the arrows flying in front to protect Meng Fuyao. However, he watched the army gradually approaching through the half-open door and the guards at the second door , I couldn't help but let out a sigh of almost despair in my heart.
... It turned out that the prince did not leave through the palace gate, so he was the one who harmed her. No matter what, he had to risk his life to keep her.
On the opposite side, General Pei stared at the men and women rushing forward. Such a thin pair of people seemed to be just a small dot in the long and vast Tianjie Street, while behind him, the thousands of troops seemed to be just a light touch. They could be crushed to death by waving their hands, General Pei and Pei Yuan smiled contemptuously, but still refused to be negligent and indulged, waved their hands suddenly!
"Buzz!"
Arrows, like a rainstorm, exploded from the gate of the second palace in the distance, turning into a black cloud, howling in the midair like a devil's weeping, crossing the sky in an instant, piercing through the stratus clouds, and shooting directly at the lonely man and woman in the corridor.
The horses neighed miserably, shot into a honeycomb in an instant, and all fell down to death.
With a loud shout, Yun Hen jumped up, and his body jumped out of a half-arc like a flying fish in the air, dancing his sword like a flowing light, condensing into a round wall of light, firmly protecting Meng Fuyao in the middle, he used his sword to perform a trick, and Dancing into a swirling wind, the wind does not sweep or roll, but always surrounds the person beside him, everywhere and everywhere.
Yan Lie, who was guarding the third gate, and General Pei, who was guarding the second gate, were both masters of martial arts and had excellent eyesight. They could tell at a glance that this young man was desperately fighting for his life, and what he used was the highest skill of controlling a sword in martial arts swordsmanship. Turning the sword into Qi, as strong as gold and iron, both of them couldn't help showing surprise, and then a cold smile emerged from the corners of their mouths.
Everyone knows that long-term use of true energy to control the sword is a completely desperate way of fighting. If it is light, the skill will be greatly reduced, and if it is serious, it will destroy the merits and kill one's life.
There was a hint of sarcasm in Yan Lie's eyes - so desperate, courting death! He smiled coldly and turned his head carelessly.
At this moment, Yunhen didn't think about anything anymore, he only had one thought left, to protect her! She was dragged into the water by him, and she cannot be allowed to be shot and killed by the Wanjun between the gates of this palace!
The mournful wind roared fiercely, the pale moon slanted, and those black arrows that came flying were sent away by the flying arrows again, and shot in all directions towards the blue sky, blowing the floating clouds into pieces. Blast out countless painful gaps in the sky, and in those gaps, countless starlights burst out.
Under the starlight, the young man's complexion was like snow, his lips were biting his lips with white teeth, the color of his lips was as bright as a drop of blood.
He swung his sword, danced his sword, fended off his sword... He completely lost his consciousness, his arm was so sore that he lost consciousness, and everything remained only instinct and machinery.
All his attention was on Meng Fuyao, and he could no longer be distracted from looking at himself. A cold arrow was shot crookedly, forced to slant and slant again and again by the force, brushing off his aura, and shot into his shoulder with a thud, piercing it. In the bone seam, even a slight movement is a heart-rending pain.
Meng Fuyao had been suppressed by his breath all the time, now she suddenly raised her head, and when she raised her head, her face was a little whiter than Yunhen's, and her eyes, which were always clear and strong, had shimmering sparkles.
The crystal was illuminated by the moonlight that broke through the clouds, and it seemed to burst into the brilliance of a day in an instant.
As soon as Yun Hen lowered his head, he saw the sparkling light with tears in the eyes of the always strong and fearless woman, his heart trembled and hurt slightly, as if he was also shot by a cold arrow there.
He gritted his teeth, didn't look at Meng Fuyao, and suddenly slashed back with his sword, cutting off the arrow, blood spattering all over his shoulder, but he seemed completely unconscious, and the whirling wind instantly became a bit bloody, as if he was moving. The pale red curtain firmly blocks all murderous intentions and injuries from outside the curtain.
However, he tried his best, but he could only protect Meng Fuyao from passing through the rain of arrows in front, and the pursuers behind, but he could no longer take care of it. In his busy schedule, he turned around to glance, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the guards behind were already chasing after him under the leadership of the man. The distance was only a few meters away In front of them, due to the approaching distance, the archers suddenly retreated, and a group of brocade soldiers hurried forward and squatted on the ground. Everyone held a black spear on their shoulders, and the black muzzle faced coldly. With Yunhen and Meng Fuyao.
Musketeers.
Yun Hen's heart sank, and he subconsciously rushed over to block Meng Fuyao.
You can't do anything about it, you can only do it with flesh and blood.
Yun Hen's heart darkened, but his gaze looking at Meng Fuyao was as bright as a star, shining with splendor and splendor.
It's just that the moment my heart darkened, the sky suddenly darkened.
Yun Hen was startled, thinking that he was about to faint from exhaustion, suddenly heard a low cry from above his head, deep and violent, like a thunderbolt, exploding beyond the sky, and it reached the top of his head in an instant, the fierce lightning, the rustling rainstorm, Come in an instant!
As soon as Yunhen raised his head, he felt that the top of his head was dark, and a group of dark clouds suddenly descended from the top of the tower like a storm. In the thunderous rumbling sound, a cry was louder than thunder.
"I'm here to kill!"