In the gray sky, the dense clouds became heavier and heavier.
Shan Xiangpeng had already ordered people to hang up lanterns on the tower. The 100-branch candle lanterns were extremely bright, and thousands of chaotic shadows were swaying in the night wind.
The lights all over the city swayed slightly in the wind like streams of light, swaying and casting an uneasy light.
The two entangled figures below the city were pulled out of various images, and the dazzling sword light that was originally surging became more and more brilliant and confusing at this moment.
But Xia Chu, like Xiao Mubai, also saw Bian Ding in the flying dust, and gradually fell into disgrace.
Although Bian Ding's moves were getting more and more tricky, his internal strength was not enough to support him in a long-term and continuous battle with Shi Fuqiu's high energy.
His speed was far from as quick and light as it was at the beginning, and he began to be restricted everywhere.
Xia Chu turned to look at a soldier next to Su Qian'an and nodded slightly towards him.
In the open space in front of the city gate shrouded in night, everyone's minds were attracted by this master duel at the cost of their lives.
No one noticed that a soldier lowered his eyebrows and quietly moved towards the two of them.
Bian Ding's body had been scratched several times by Shi Fuqiu, and bright red blood was dripping down. The gruesome wounds were terrible. New wounds covered old wounds, and the freshly coagulated blood covered another blood mark. The pain of the bruises began. It comes from everywhere in the body.
If this continues, Bian Ding will only be slowly consumed to death by Shi Fuqiu.
Bian Ding himself also discovered this. The blood in his body was boiling with murderous intent, trying to deliver the final blow.
The sword energy attacks people, and the world is filled with a sense of desolation and murder. The sharp sword was swung into the wind, and a silvery cold light went straight to Shi Fuqiu's throat.
Before the sword arrived, Senhan's sword energy had already destroyed the red leaves on the branches, causing them to flutter and fall. Shi Fuqiu ducked low and missed his throat, but his hair crown was picked up by the long sword and fell to the ground with the red leaves.
Shi Fuqiu's hair flew wildly, he let out a long roar, rose up from the ground, and flipped upside down in the air.
The long knife in his hand suddenly turned into countless lights and shadows, and fell towards Bian Ding's head.
Whether it was the power of Bian Ding's sword or the power of Shi Fuqiu's ten thousand swords, they were enough to frighten everyone's soul.
Bian Ding was enveloped by the sword energy and could not dodge in any direction. The blind angle of the sword light locked him in the circle with the force of a circle.
In the desperate situation, Bian Ding suddenly realized the real reason for this defeat. Since he had picked Shi Fuqiu's hair crown, he had a chance to kill him. As long as he boldly predicted his position, the tip of the sword was slightly downward. Shit, he is not the one who is about to die now...
Before he died, he broke through the bottleneck and realized the realm. His eyes seemed to see more things, but his sword was not fast enough.
Bian Ding felt no regret that he could have such a hearty fight.
He is very satisfied.
Bian Ding closed his eyes and waited for the moment when the long knife fell.
Just listen to the sound of 'ding' and sparks fly everywhere.
At this moment, a man approached Shi Fuqiu from the front and held a long sword in his hand.
At the moment when the soldier was pressed down by Shi Fuqiu's sword, he knelt down on one knee.
Everyone took a breath, thinking that these two people would become the dead souls of Shi Fuqiu.
However, the moment the soldier raised his head, the sword light all over the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace. Shi Fuqiu's sword still maintained its falling posture, but it did not strike.
But at the moment when Shi Fuqiu had gathered all his sword power, the soldier's sword raised his hand and pierced his abdomen, spurting out a column of blood.
The leaves were shaking like a rain of blood. Shi Fuqiu looked at the soldier quietly, and the soldier looked at Shi Fuqiu quietly.
After Bian Ding heard the 'ding' sound, he opened his eyes strangely. It wasn't until he saw the face of the soldier next to him clearly that his expression showed a half-confused and half-understanding look.
"You..." Shi Fuqiu's face was surprised at first, then calm, and now his face was full of relief, and seemed to be mixed with a touch of happiness.
His hand followed the blade inserted into his abdomen, all the way to the soldier holding the knife's handle.
But when the soldier tried to hold his hand, he drew out his sword, leaving a blood-spattered arc.
"My mother's surname is Fang, and my name is Fang Weidong. I once swore on the gate of Danfeng Palace that I would avenge my mother's murder with my own hands." His red eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and there was a mixture of joy on his face. The distortion made him look very ferocious.
Shi Fuqiu, who was originally invincible, lost some vitality after being stabbed in the abdomen, as if he was aging rapidly. After Fang Weidong drew the knife, he leaned on the ground with the long knife in his hand, knelt down on one knee without any strength, and remained motionless.
Just like a dead tree root that has been dead for many years, it is full of gray and black traces of wind and frost, but full of vigorous lines.
Shi Fuqiu covered the blood flowing from his abdomen with one hand, and wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth with one hand. He suddenly curled his lips and smiled happily: "It's okay, I, Shi Fuqiu, still have some blood left in the world."
Bian Ding didn't fully understand until this moment why the sword energy in the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace, and why Shi Fuqiu was stabbed in the abdomen by such a person with little internal strength.
It turned out that Shi Fuqiu himself knew that even if he killed Bian Ding with his sword, what would be left would be nothing more than a trapped beast fighting to the death, without any chance of survival.
The other soldiers of the Shi family army could disarm without killing him, but Shi Fuqiu and his son Shi Jialiang would definitely die regardless of whether they surrendered or not.
The reason why he persuaded Xiao Yanjun before was just because he still had some blood of the Shi family in his body, he was the emperor's own son, and he still had a glimmer of hope.
Now under the knife, I saw Fang Weidong's face.
Shi Fuqiu suddenly remembered that he had such a son who had committed crimes and made meritorious deeds.
If he were to kill him, he didn't know if he could get the emperor to be extra kind to him. Maybe there would be a chance in the future to grant him the bright future he dreamed of.
Since he is going to die no matter what, why not use his own death to pave a bright road for his only son who can survive.
Since Fang Weidong was born, as a father, he has never done a thing for him.
Not being with him when he grew up, it also cast an indelible shadow on his childhood, to the point where he almost embarked on a path of no return.
At the moment, he is using his remaining life to exchange for his future, which can be regarded as the only and last thing he does for him as a father.
Fang Weidong obviously didn't know how many waves and huge waves were surging in Shi Fuqiu's heart in this short moment. After experiencing a lifetime of self-condemnation, he regarded Fang Weidong's hand that raised the blade again as his final salvation. .
The poisonous snake of revenge in Fang Weidong's heart has rushed out of his body, screaming and stimulating the blood in his body, and can't wait to welcome the bloody pleasure of revenge.
At the moment when the tip of his knife was about to sink into Shi Fuqiu's chest, an urgent cry came from the Mongolian camp: "Save someone under the knife!"
(End of chapter)