After knocking down the masked killers, Xia Luotong and Wu Zechen picked up their weapons and continued on their way.
What they didn't expect was that these forces found them so quickly. Wave after wave of killers quickly used up all the poison Xia Luotong had prepared in advance.
Immediately afterwards, they fell into a bitter battle and could only fight on their own.
Xia Luotong's skills were only marginal, but Wu Zechen's skills were profound, but now he was injured and after a series of fierce battles, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.
It was another fierce battle. Under the siege of nearly ten killers, one of the killers seized on a flaw and attacked Xia Luotong. If this attack hit, Xia Luotong would definitely be splashed with blood on the spot. !
When Wu Zechen, who had been protecting Xia Luotong, saw this, his pupils suddenly dilated, and there was uncontrollable panic in his eyes. Almost instantly, he rushed behind Xia Luotong!
A cold light flashed, a muffled sound sounded, and blood splashed everywhere!
Xia Luotong noticed something strange behind him and hurriedly turned around to look. Even Wu Zechen was standing behind him with a pale face, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
"Achen!"
Xia Luotong was startled, and quickly raised his hand to support Wu Zechen, who was a little unstable, and said in panic: "Achen, how are you? Where is the injury?"
"My back, it's okay, I can still hold on." As he spoke, Wu Zechen raised his hand again and swung his knife to deflect the attacking weapons from the side.
Xia Luotong looked uneasily at Wu Zechen, whose condition was obviously deteriorating. Now more injured, the distressed look in her eyes almost overflowed.
Seeing that Wu Zechen, even at this point, was still protecting her in front of him and blocking all attacks that might threaten her, Xia Luotong felt moved and worried at the same time.
But at this moment, from the corner of Xia Luotong's eye, he saw the assassin sneaking up on them with the help of his companions' offensive.
A pair of beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and Xia Luotong suddenly shouted: "Danger!"
Then, she almost subconsciously made a move, raised her hand to push Wu Zechen's shoulder, and she was almost in the wrong position with him, blocking the path of the long sword!
"Atong! No!"
Wu Zechen reacted in an instant, but at such a close distance, he had no time to pull the person away. He hurriedly raised his hand to intercept, but still watched helplessly as the long sword struck Xia Luotong's shoulder. superior!
Blood drops splashed on Wu Zechen's cheek, and his originally cold eyes were gradually replaced by panic and crazy anger!
Xia Luotong's eyes flashed, and he swayed, almost losing his balance, but Wu Zechen pulled him into his arms.
"Achen, I'm fine..."
Her voice was a little weak, obviously not as full of life as usual. When it fell in Wu Zechen's ears, it only made him even more furious!
"You all deserve to die!"
A voice that sounded like it came from the netherworld rang in the ears of the killers. The cold and strong murderous intention contained in it made people's hearts suddenly tighten and chills spread all over their bodies!
The next moment, Wu Zechen moved, and his fierce offensive changed from before, almost making these killers unable to parry!
He just hugged Xia Luotong with one hand and protected her firmly in his arms. With the other hand, he waved the weapon with cold light, like a murderous god from hell. He could kill a person in just a few moves!
Seeing that the number of masked killers was getting smaller and smaller, the situation seemed to be getting better and gradually tilting towards the two of them, but Xia Luotong, who was in Wu Zechen's arms, was not happy at all.
Because she knew very well in her heart that Wu Zechen was consuming himself, and he had the belief that he would protect her even if he risked his life!
"Achen, no! Your body can't bear it!" Xia Luotong couldn't hide the worry on her face. She only felt more and more worried as she watched the killers fall one after another.
Sure enough, just as the last killer fell, Wu Zechen's figure also swayed. If Xia Luotong hadn't been supporting him in his arms, he almost fell to the ground.
"Ah Chen! How are you?!" Xia Luotong used her good arm to support Wu Zechen and asked quickly.
"No problem, how are you?" Wu Zechen did not hide the worry in his eyes, looked at Xia Luotong's shoulder and said, "It's all my fault..."
"How long have you been talking like this!" Xia Luotong couldn't help but said angrily, "If something goes wrong with you, what will I do?"
Hearing Xia Luotong's words and seeing her angry look, Wu Zechen couldn't help but drop the weapon in his hand, raised his hand to touch Xia Luotong's cheek, his expression softened instantly, and he looked at her with a smile on his face, which contained With infinite tenderness.
"How long has it been and you can still laugh!" Xia Luotong was extremely angry, but even more distressed.
She carefully held up Wu Zechen's other hand hanging by her side. At this time, there was a deep wound on the palm of her hand, and the blood on it could not tell whether it belonged to her or Wu Zechen's.
Or maybe it's their blood that has been blended together...
Just when the assassin's long sword struck his shoulder, Wu Zechen arrived in time and held the long sword with his bare hands, blocking the sword's momentum.
If Wu Zechen hadn't stopped him, Xia Luotong's arm would have been useless!
It won't just be like this now. Even if it bleeds and hurts again, my arm can still move.
But Wu Zechen's block caused his own hand to be seriously injured. At this time, he really became a bloody man, with injuries all over his body. On the other hand, Xia Luotong, although there were some injuries, they were all minor. , the only serious injury was on the shoulder.
Only now did she have time to check the injuries on Wu Zechen's body. The more she looked, the redder her eyes became, especially on her back, where the injuries sustained while protecting her were the most serious.
A long wound cut diagonally across her entire back, which looked particularly horrifying, and she finally couldn't help but shed tears.
Seeing this, Wu Zechen took her into his arms again, not caring about the injuries on his body at all, as if those terrible scars were just small wounds, and there was no sign of pain on his face.
Fingertips gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Xia Luotong's eyes, and Wu Zechen's deep voice revealed infinite tenderness: "Don't cry, I don't feel any pain, it's just a minor injury."
As he said that, he couldn't help but lower his eyes to look at the injury on Xia Luotong's shoulder, his eyes full of heartache: "Not only did I hurt you this time, but I also failed to protect you. It's my fault."
Xia Luotong raised his hand to cover the back of Wu Zechen's hand, shook his head gently, but bit his lip and couldn't say a word.
"The injury on your shoulder is not serious. It needs to be bandaged as soon as possible." Wu Zechen said, already tearing off the hem of his own clothes and carefully treating Xia Luotong's wound.
