In the dust, she saw arrows flying towards her like rain.
She loosened her hands and closed her eyes. It turned out to be Prince Nan Huai's man. My life is over!
She rolled off the horse's back, her whole body in pain as if she had been run over by several cars. Her eyes went dark and in the dim light she saw a black horse coming towards her quickly. The man got off the horse without stopping and ran straight towards her.
It’s Qin Zhou, it’s Qin Zhou!
The pursuers behind her, seeing Qin Zhou, all rode their horses back.
She held her breath, grabbed Qin Zhou's sleeve, and roared with all her strength: "Dragon King Temple, Old Seven!"
As soon as he finished speaking, darkness swept over him, and he was no longer aware of anything.
Qin Zhou almost vomited blood when she saw Zi'an, who was covered in blood. She picked up Zi'an and shouted, "A Jing!"
A Jing led fifteen thousand people and headed straight for the Dragon King Temple.
Qin Zhou took Zi'an back to the Qingzhou government office. The Qingzhou prefect had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Qin Zhou and the others leave. He was thinking of sending someone to get reinforcements, but then he saw Qin Zhou carrying a bloody woman in his arms. Before he could come to his senses, Qin Zhou shouted, "Call the best doctor in Qingzhou, right now. If anything happens to her, I will chop off your head on the spot!"
The Qingzhou prefect's legs went limp and he almost collapsed to the ground, but for the sake of his head, he stood up tenaciously and shouted at the top of his voice: "What are you still standing there for? Go find Doctor Zhang, Doctor Li, Doctor Huang, Doctor Qi, any doctor, bring them here."
This was the first time in Qingzhou prefecture's many years of service that he acted so swiftly and decisively in confiscating money under the table.
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Dragon King Temple.
It was a thrilling fight. Murong Jie fought with a reckless style and cooperated perfectly with Scar Suo, killing several people in a row.
He also had many wounds on his body, and his robe, which was already dirty, was now stained with bright red blood, making him look extremely tragic.
The sky gradually darkened and a rainstorm was about to come. Amid the flash of swords and sabers, there was a sudden burst of thunder and lightning struck overhead. There seemed to be bursts of roars in the Dragon King Temple.
King Nan Huai stood at the gate of the Dragon King Temple and looked back. He saw that the Dragon King's statue was twisted and hideous, and looked very scary.
He was not afraid at all. He just smiled coldly, walked in, poured his internal force into the sword, stood up lightly, and chopped off the dragon's head fiercely.
He sneered, "A stone statue thinks you can intimidate me?"
A bolt of lightning struck straight down, and the Dragon King Temple was suddenly filled with lightning. King Nan Huai's body stiffened and he ran out quickly.
Another bolt of lightning struck, and a crack appeared on the roof of the Dragon King Temple.
Then there was a loud "boom" and the entire Dragon King Temple collapsed. Dust rose all over the sky, almost blocking the sun.
Everyone was stunned by this sudden change. It was just a thunder and a lightning, how could it destroy a seemingly solid temple
Murong Jie had long felt that the Dragon King Temple was strange. Now that he saw it collapse for no reason, he had a strange feeling in his heart, as if someone was angry, but who was angry? And who was angry
It couldn't be that the Dragon King was furious, right? What did the Dragon King have to do with the fight between the brothers
Prince Nan Huai was not afraid at all. He pointed his sword at Murong Jie and said viciously, "Even if God says I am wrong, I will not accept it. I will go against God."
The sky suddenly became full of fireworks, with lightning flashing in all directions, igniting the mountains around the Dragon King Temple. Wherever the lightning passed, raging fires were aroused.
Everyone present had seen a lot of things and were not afraid of death, but this was the first time they had seen such a thrilling and terrifying scene. They were not afraid of death, but they were afraid of unknown forces. They were so frightened that their legs went weak and they stopped attacking.
Prince Nan Huai said angrily: "Why are you still standing there? Cut off his head and send it to the Regent Princess!"
He leaped up, his sword pointed directly at Murong Jie. The sword came at him with all his might, without caring about his own safety, as if this sword was intended to kill him and Murong Jie together.
Everyone came to their senses and rushed forward.
They were all top masters and had never tried such a shameless fighting style. However, this place was too weird. They just wanted to kill Murong Jie and leave quickly, so they didn't care about shame or not.
Murong Jie held a scar rope in his hand and danced with it vigorously, blocking many deadly swords and knives for Murong Jie like a dragon. However, two fists could not beat four hands, not to mention that so many masters rushed forward and used deadly moves. He was stabbed by the sword repeatedly and was kicked to the ground.
A sword was placed across his heart. King Nan Huai smiled grimly, "Brother, you will eventually die in my hands."
Murong Jie's eyes were bloodshot. He used all his strength to strike hard, and the scar rope pierced through King Nan Huai's chest. At the same time, King Nan Huai's sword also pierced his chest.
Thunder rumbled overhead, lightning struck like tongues of fire, and there was flames all around.
King Nan Huai slowly fell to the ground with a look of great satisfaction on his face. He killed Murong Jie, killed him.
Lightning surrounded the area within a mile of the Dragon King Temple, and flames continued to burn. King Nan Huai's guards and the masters he invited were trapped in the circle of fire. They wanted to jump out, but they were caught on fire. They rolled on the ground hard, but could not put out the flames. In the end, they were all swallowed by the flames.
If passers-by saw this scene, they would probably be scared to death.
Murong Jie only felt that all the noise had stopped and everything was very quiet. As far as he could see, there was a clear sky and the dark clouds had all dispersed at some point.
He remembered the time he met Zi'an in the palace. The woman with blood all over her face knelt stubbornly in front of the queen, and she did not look embarrassed at all.
Such a stubborn woman walked into his heart step by step and overturned his entire life.
She was pregnant with his child, and he was eagerly waiting for their child to be born. He always wanted to be a good father, a good husband, and to be with Zi'an for the rest of his life.
Now it is not possible.
Life was slipping away inch by inch, and he seemed to be able to feel his breath fading away.
Chaotic thoughts flooded into his mind, and he seemed to be on the battlefield again, hearing the sound of swords and horses.
That year, he was sixteen years old. He followed Marquis Xiao and Lady Chen to go on expeditions, and grew from an unknown soldier into a powerful general in the Great Zhou. He had countless honors and glory in his life, but he just wanted to live a peaceful life with her.
In the firelight, a person seemed to walk out. He couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, but he saw him walking towards King Nan Huai, and then walking towards him. He leaned down, and Murong Jie tried hard to see him clearly, but his face seemed to be covered by a layer of light, and he couldn't see the outline clearly at all.
He felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then a burst of warmth. He raised his hands slightly, "You..."
But he was speechless, and his head was becoming increasingly heavy. The scene in front of him slowly became blurred, and after it became blurred, he fell into the darkness of the void.
(End of this chapter)