"Okay, let's fight to the death today!"
On the Baishi Ridge on the outskirts of the capital, Li Ruiyun and Taoist Bai Yu led a group of Tianxiao disciples to surround Lu Wenzheng, Ling Yun, Lian Nanchun, Yang Zhen, and Du Zhenghai so tightly that there was no way to escape.
Li Ruiyun said through gritted teeth, and suddenly waved the command flag in his hand; the wolf-like and tiger-like Tianxiao disciples immediately swarmed forward with swords in hand.
In an instant, there was a cloud of sand flying in front of me, the light of swords and shadows turned into a shower of flowers, and the strong smell of blood filled the entire station.
The long sword in Lianxie is like a rainbow, and the speed is like a whirlwind, creating a series of afterimages, fighting with the white feather Taoist priest.
Two figures quickly shuttled through the mountains and fields, chasing each other step by step. One was as cunning as an eagle, and the other was as light as a giant. The wind around them stirred up, surging like an endless tide, making the tension of the battle even more intense. Go up one floor.
Du Zhenghai remained silent throughout this Shura-style fight. He seems to be the most easily ignored person, but he is also the most cruel and violent person.
With a sword in his hand, it was like a tiger gaining wings. The sword light surged amidst the roar, as if a thunderbolt exploded from the ground, making people pale in horror. In the blink of an eye, four Tianxiao disciples fell to the ground in front of him.
Lian Nanchun's black clothes were fluttering solemnly in the wind, his sword was fierce, the wind was blowing, and the fierce wind in his eyes was more ruthless than blood is thicker than water. He only forced a few besieging enemies to attack. I have to retreat continuously.
Lian Nanchun chuckled, and his elegant figure like a swallow flew gracefully, like a fleeting shadow, lightly breaking away from the enemy formation. After a few rises and falls in the air, he flew close to Ling Yun.
"Auntie, Brother Du, I, and I will hold them here while you and Yang Zhen protect Mr. Lu and leave first!" When the two met each other, she whispered in Ling Yun's ear.
As she spoke, she twirled her sword and once again blocked the Tian Xiao disciples who were coming up like endless waves.
Now that the matter has come to this, Ling Yun has no other choice.
He asked Yang Zhen to cover Mr. Lu while he charged in front. Wherever the hand was, the armor was torn; wherever the sword flew, there was blood.
But Tianxiao's disciples are not just ordinary people, and they are numerous and well-trained. Luo Fengwei waved the command flag in his hand in an orderly manner, directing all the disciples of Tianxiao to change their formations one after another, hoping to exhaust the energy of the two of them, and then kill them.
In addition, migratory locusts attack from time to time. In addition to their own offensive and defensive skills, Ling Yun and Yang Zhen must also always pay attention to Lu Wenzheng's safety. It is simply a dangerous situation, which is frightening.
Suddenly, Yang Zhen screamed in pain, and an arrow hit his right rib. Blood spurted out from the wound, immediately dyeing his entire clothes red.
His figure fell down, and Lu Wenzheng screamed: "Yang Zhen!..."
At this moment, there was a gap. Seeing this, Feng Biwen, who was standing by, raised his sword and stabbed Lu Wenzheng in the chest. Yang Zhen reluctantly stood up and held the tip of the opponent's sword with his long sword.
Feng Biwen raised her eyebrows and said, "Go to hell!" The long sword stabbed straight at him.
Yang Zhen reluctantly turned to one side, but the sword missed his mark and stabbed his right chest, causing blood to flow out like a fountain.
Feng Biwen laughed ferociously, gritted his teeth suddenly, and pulled out his long sword; when he was about to thrust out the second sword, Lu Wenzheng blocked Yang Zhen at all costs.
The evil spirit in Feng Biwen's eyes surged, "You two, master and servant, are really loyal. Okay, then I will help you!"
The long sword was raised and stabbed towards Lu Wenzheng's heart!
Lu Wenzheng stared intently at the sword tip coming towards him like a stream of autumn water, followed by Yang Zhen's hoarse scream: "No!..."
He reluctantly moved forward two steps, but unfortunately he was hit by two more swords.
Just a "pounce" was heard, the sword penetrated the chest, and the blood was blurred, followed by a fierce scream: "Ah!..."
But the voice was not from Lu Wenzheng; it was from Feng Biwen beside him. There was a person standing behind her, Ling Yun.
The long sword in Ling Yun's hand penetrated through her back chest without its handle, revealing the front of her chest.
The muscles on Feng Biwen's face twitched painfully. She turned around with difficulty and glared hatefully at the man who put her to death without mercy with eyes filled with resentment, and then slowly fell down.
At this time, Yang Zhen's body covered in blood also fell to the ground, and Lu Wenzheng turned around and hugged him.
Yang Zhen was still breathing, and said intermittently: "I'm sorry, sir, I can no longer...protect you. You must...take care of yourself..."
Lu Wenzheng burst into tears and said: "Yang Zhen, don't talk nonsense, you will be fine!"
Yang Zhen shook his head gently and said: "Don't... worry about me, you guys should just... leave!..."
Ling Yun knew that Yang Zhen's life was in danger, but the enemies around him were so troubled that he couldn't spare his time to save Lu Wenzheng and Yang Zhen. In anger, he raged with swords and flowers, attacking the Tianxiao disciples on both sides like a storm. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and everyone retreated.
Ling Yun finally got rid of his opponent's entanglement, staggered a few steps and rushed to Lu Wenzheng, shouting: "Sir, leave quickly!"
Yang Zhen was completely exhausted at this time. Lu Wenzheng put down Yang Zhen's body with tears in his eyes and stood up tremblingly.
At this moment, he felt his eyes go dark, staggered, and almost fell.
"Sir, what's wrong with you?" Ling Yun couldn't help but his breath was stagnant, and he hurriedly stepped forward to support him.
Lu Wenzheng's face was pale, and he curled up tightly with his weak body. He reluctantly shook his head and said, "It's okay..."
The situation was urgent at this time, and Ling Yun had no time to care about anything else; he endured his grief and bowed silently to Yang Zhen's body, then hurriedly picked up Lu Wenzheng and walked away quickly.
Ling Yun protected Lu Wenzheng from the siege. After walking for less than a few miles, he felt that Lu Wenzheng's body, which was leaning on his side, was falling more and more.
Looking back, I saw Lu Wen's face was as white as paper, he was having difficulty breathing, and his face was covered with cold sweat the size of soybean grains. He couldn't help but feel his heart sinking, and he stopped hurriedly.
He carefully helped Lu Wen sit down on a stone by the road, and said in an urgent voice: "Sir, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Lu Wenzheng felt cold all over his body at this time, as if he was being bitten by an invisible beast. His limbs were all suffering from unbearable pain, his limbs were spasming, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
"Sir..." Looking at Lu Wenzheng's extremely painful look, Ling Yun couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and an unknown premonition came to his heart.
Lu Wenzheng closed his eyes slightly, suppressing the overwhelming pain in his chest, and said with a weak breath: "Zhichao, I'm fine... Let's leave quickly, it's very dangerous here, and they will be in trouble once they catch up... "
Ling Yun felt that his throat was swollen and filled with a fishy sweetness; he wanted to say something to comfort him, but he didn't know where to start.
Moreover, the situation in front of him did not allow him to have any delay; under Mr. Lu's repeated urging, he had no choice but to nod his head with tears in his eyes, leaned down with some difficulty, carried Mr. Lu's weak body on his back, and walked forward as fast as flying. .
After walking for more than ten miles, we finally arrived at an inaccessible and desolate place - this place should have been out of Tianxiao's control.
Ling Yun stopped and gently put Mr. Lu down behind a leeward rock, but saw that he suddenly tilted and collapsed on the ground.
"My lord, my lord, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!..." Ling Yun couldn't help but turn pale with fright.
Lu Wenzheng was trembling all over, his breathing was weak and difficult. There was a faint blue-gray color on his bloodless face, his two deep-set eyes were hollow and lifeless, and there was no blood on his lips. His expression was extremely scary.
"Zhichao, I'm afraid... I can't survive..." It took him a long time to regain his breath and said intermittently.
Ling Yun felt his head pounding and said in a trembling voice, "Sir, what are you talking about?"
Lu Wenzheng smiled bitterly and said: "I also hope that I am... talking nonsense, but... is it possible?"
Ling Yun sobbed: "You were fine just now. I know you are a good person and will be fine..."
Lu Wenzheng's eyes were dull and he said miserably: "Now, we don't have to deceive ourselves anymore; and I should have thought about what kind of poison I was poisoned..."
Ling Yun looked at him blankly.
Lu Wenzheng slowly exhaled and said: "Hibiscus flower poison..."
Ling Yun bit his lip hard until blood dripped from his bite, and finally suppressed the sobs back into his throat.
"Now I finally... figured it out. No wonder Li Zhishan said that to me when he came to Tianlao a few days ago. It turned out that he was planning to poison me with hibiscus flowers..."
His voice was very unstable, like mottled brushstrokes carved in the air. From this, he also remembered what Li Zhishan said a few days ago when he came to Tianlao to interrogate him about the prince's case:
"You are still clinging to the old habits of your former Minister of Justice and dreaming of your request. Why don't you change the way you think about the problem?"
"I can tell you clearly that you are destined to die now, and it doesn't matter whether you confess or not."...
Ling Yun was also filled with regret at this time. He hated himself for not having thought of this earlier, which led to today's disaster.
He said sadly: "Sir, I was not careful and failed to protect you..."
Lu Wenzheng shook his head gently, "No. If I could...listen to your words of advice earlier, if I could leave the prison with you earlier, maybe I wouldn't be...like what I am today...It's a pity that everything has gone wrong late……"
At this point, his body suddenly twitched painfully. His teeth were clenched, his entire face was distorted, veins popped out on his forehead, his eyes were panicked and helpless, revealing a desperate sign of a dying struggle.
Hopelessness spreads, cracking in silence. At that moment, Ling Yun felt heartbroken.
Lu Wen was closing his eyes and breathing weakly. He was trying to accumulate the last functions in his body.
Finally he opened his eyes again and said in a bitter voice: "Now the case of the prince is not clear, and I still have my grievances unjust. I really don't want to die in such an unexplained way!... It's just that God's will cannot be violated... Zhichao, promise I must live well, investigate the prince's case, and fulfill my unfulfilled wish, okay?"...
