However, Hua Rong did not give him a chance to breathe. The arrow was damaged and the original spikes on the tail could no longer be used. This kind of mechanism was very troublesome to repair, so it could not be used for a long time. But after many encounters in the jungle, , but she met a skillful savage. They are best at making earthen bows and arrows. It was this savage who repaired that part of the mechanism for her in preparation for the final breakthrough. At that time, she felt an ominous feeling in her heart. Unexpectedly, , finally came in handy today.
As soon as the fourth prince caught him, the surrounding guards panicked, unwilling to become human shields, and retreated one after another. In a hurry, he watched another sharp arrow flying towards him, and then he remembered Hua Rong's archery skills - she was a straight arrow. The human shield had been thrown to the ground. With his hands empty and unable to parry, he actually opened his mouth and bit the arrow. At the same time, the people around him could almost hear the sound of teeth shattering. A row of teeth fell out one after another.
However, he still couldn't breathe. At this moment, Hua Rong had already activated his final killing move. He blocked the sharp arrow, but could no longer dodge the flying spikes - when they first met, he had He had experienced its power, but after many years, she stopped using it, so he almost forgot about it. Until this moment, it was like an old friend coming, densely packed, heading straight for his throat.
He yelled in shock and anger: "Come on, you still haven't come on..."
The guards suddenly woke up and rushed forward. However, when he opened his mouth, he relaxed and spat out the arrow in his mouth along with a set of broken teeth.
The life-threatening goddess still didn't step back. The third sharp arrow had already flown up. He could no longer dodge. The sharp arrow was inserted into his left flank like an eye. That was where the iron plates of Doudun and Doudun were connected. The only gap. Because the hood is heavy and extremely inconvenient to put on and take off, after many improvements, a gap was left on the left side to imitate the left braid of the Jurchen women. It is like a cover for martial arts practitioners. Originally, ordinary people were basically It is impossible to attack here, because the direction of the bow and arrow is generally unlikely to come from here. But she is not an ordinary person, she is Hua Rong, who is always on target. At this time, her entire body and mind have been controlled by the anger of hatred and revenge. It was as if the arrows had eyes, because she had studied the flaws of this kind of heavy-armored armor as early as when she accompanied Yue Pengju on his expeditions to the north and south. She had known where the cover door was for a long time. However, it was useless to know it, because It's too difficult.
At this time, she took her last breath, no matter how difficult it was, she only had the last arrow left, and she would never allow her success to fail. All her strength was concentrated on her thumb, and the last pull was filled with grief, anger and Resentment is like the soul-inducing messenger in hell...
"Fourth Prince..."
"Hurry and protect the Fourth Prince..."
Jin Wushu fell off his horse, and the arrow was inserted diagonally into his left waist. Blood could be seen flowing down the gap in his pocket.
Hua Rong breathed a sigh of relief and laughed. She turned back slightly, relaxed her vigilance, and wanted to search in the crowd. But she was at a loss and forgot what she should be looking for. After a while, she remembered that it was Qin Shangcheng. It was the King of Qin.
In this world, there was once a man who went through life and death for himself so many times. He was sorry to the whole world, but he was his own guardian angel.
From a distance, King Qin was lingering in the encirclement. Fortunately, he was very tall. He looked at her strangely and forgot to call her. At this moment, she was so brave, more brave than anyone he had ever seen in his life. They are all braver. If there is no one to rely on, rely on yourself; if there is no one to fight with, just fight on your own!
Tears suddenly filled his eyes, remembering her escape when she was seventeen years old. She was like this, always persevering for the goal she set, even if she shed the last drop of blood.
When he looked at her, his face instantly became old.
Like her head of white hair, it was white and pale.
Hair like snow, face like snow.
At this time, he also remembered the song of the woman wearing flowers in the small restaurant:
Jade Capital once recalled its prosperity in the past. It was the home of thousands of emperors. In the Jade Palace of Qionglin, there was a sound of string instruments in the morning and a row of sheng and piping instruments in the evening.
The people of Huacheng are now desolate, and their spring dreams are lingering around Husha. Wherever they are in the mountains, they can endure to listen to the Qiang flute and blow the plum blossoms.
After all, it was an erotic dream that surrounded Hu Sha. This was the fate of the incompetent Song Huizong and the fate of all the people who fought for it in that land. He laughed miserably. For the first time in his life, he really wanted to do a good deed. That 250,000 tribute silver did a good thing for the Song Dynasty, so it suffered such a fate. It seems that good things cannot be done. If, if time can be turned back, it doesn't matter what the Song Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty do, what about the refugees from the two rivers, What country and country does it have to do with you
She is the most important!
It's just that time is so cruel, so indomitable, like the most heartless man in the world, how can it turn back
He shouted softly: "Girl, girl..."
She couldn't hear and couldn't respond. What responded to him was the awakening Jin Army, with overwhelming sounds of fighting: "Hurry and catch her..."
"She hurt the fourth prince..."
"Kill, kill, kill..."
He struggled to stand up, even if he was going to die, he would die after her - he had not fulfilled his responsibility to protect her. She was still alive, how could he dare to die
However, his body was so weak and powerless. Every step he took was supported by loyal guards. He could only look at the crazy white hair in the black moonlight from a distance: hair like snow, hair like snow! Her frightened body, her thin body, faced the whole world alone.
She didn't want to die, he knew, he always knew. His deer knife was hanging in front of him, his hand was still holding it, but he was weak. He raised his hand again, picked it up, and wanted to look at her and help her, even if it was right away. Die, or at least fight with her.
"Girl, girl..." He shouted over and over again, but the voice was always stuck in his throat and couldn't come out. He dragged on the last and most desperate anxiety, trying to get closer to her, even closer...
The earth-shattering sound of fighting sounded again. Jin Wushu leaned on the horse, covering his waist with his hands, looking at the dazed face in the black moonlight.
Why has it become the deepest and most violent tragedy today? Why did it end up being an extremely brutal showdown? It doesn’t even matter about the Song and Jin Dynasties, it doesn’t matter whether Yue Pengju or the King of Qin—
Just, myself and her!
It's the Fourth Prince Jin and her Hua Rong!
A crazy showdown!
For the first time in his life, he was seriously injured at the hands of a woman. For the first time in his life, he was injured at the hands of the woman he had been pursuing for many years. Even, she no longer had any hesitation, like a tiger full of hatred, holding up a bow and arrow. , he came from the crowd and killed the general regardless, intent on taking his own life.
He let the blood flow out from his hands, numb and unable to feel the pain. At such a close distance, he found that she was also covered in blood, on her body, hands, face, and around the corners of her eyes... There were only two kinds left in her world. Color: blood red, snow white!
However, she was still making the final struggle to kill him, and she was so determined to kill him that she ended up taking her own life.
She actually did not fall, and remained standing, like a female war goddess imbued with magical power.
He was completely angered by this crazy murderous intention, and stood up with Fang Tian's painted halberd to face her. Wasn't it life-threatening? Then take it!
Hers, or your own!
The flowers melted into the sea of people, like a tiger struggling at the end. Jin Wushu was not dead! He's not dead yet! That arrow could not kill him. She was frightened and desperate. Because of this despair, her eyes actually glowed with a blood-red light, like the last gambler who wanted to put all his chips away - her chips. There is only life and blood left, and there is no regret in gambling it all away.
She once again fought through the jungle of swords, like a white-haired demon, a life-threatening ghost. Lu Wenlong watched helplessly as countless weapons attacked his mother. He could only see her white hair in the crowd. Turbulent, only her, only white hair! He woke up as if from a dream. He rushed forward with a spear in his hand and screamed desperately: "Mom, mom..."
The sound of "Mom" rang in her ears, and Hua Rong waved the spear - she didn't even know where she snatched the spear from. Her eyes were covered by her messy hair, and her eyes were filled with blood, and she couldn't see. All I could hear was heart-wrenching shouts: "Mom, mom..."
That was Lu Wenlong's cry, and it was also the cry of Little Tiger Head. The spear in his hand moved slower and slower, and became heavier and heavier. It was almost impossible to move. I could only survive by relying on the footsteps of the black moonlight. I didn't want to die. , who really wants to die? There is also little Hutou, who I haven’t even seen yet. Where is his son waiting for me? He looks forward to it day by day, month by month, can't he wait for his mother to come back for the rest of his life
Even Lu Wenlong, the child he regarded as his own, grew up overnight and stood out among the crowd like the most powerful warrior, wielding a heavy spear, invincible, coming towards him, and calling out sadly: "Mom, mom... "
Even King Qin, at this moment, seems to have been separated from him for ten thousand years. Thousands of miles, mountains and rivers, he came here because of himself! He is even different from Yue Pengju and Zhahe. He fell into such a catastrophe solely because he came here.
Pain and sadness spread through the whole body again, reason has been lost long ago, beasts, and people have turned into beasts. She is also a beast, a wounded lone wolf with white hair...
The water spread from the forehead and the corners of the eyes to the face drop by drop. It was salty and red. When it fell into the mouth, it was bitter. All around were Jin Jun's exclaims: "Little Prince..."
"This is the little prince..."
"Stop him quickly..."
This is the direct line of Jin Wushu. Most of them know Lu Wenlong, and those who don't know them all know it after this shouting. The fourth prince, after all, he has not yet issued a killing order for Lu Wenlong, and most of them I didn't know that the Fourth Prince had given birth to another son. I always thought that this was the Fourth Prince's only heir.
Who dares to kill the fourth prince's only son? Therefore, they hesitated and allowed him to run rampant, and actually fought all the way to Hua Rong's side.
At this time, Hua Rong was being besieged by three guards. The situation was very critical. Suddenly, she heard Lu Wenlong's cry and pointed an angry spear at him: "Don't kill my mother. No one is allowed to kill my mother..."