Zhou Ziru led the Yulin army away from the battlefield. Apart from a group of generals, only Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi were left in the army, and they still had some fighting strength.
The night is getting darker, and experienced people know that it is almost dawn.
A group of dead soldiers from Qilin Gongdi surrounded them, and Qingtian and others turned from three against one into a melee on their own. There were both mediocre and good fighters among the dead soldiers. Some fought quite easily, while others fought very hard. Tao Fuyi and the other three slowly withdrew from the battle group and waited aside.
"The three of us have grown up. Although we have entered the Finger Breath Realm, our foundation is not yet solid. If they kill them as soon as they come up, I'm afraid we won't be able to survive now." Chang Yansheng stroked the beard on his chin, sighed.
The blood on Zhou Linglong's arm has stopped flowing, and there are still traces of blood on her clothes: "I just didn't kill you. That bastard with the gun could have killed me with one shot. If it hadn't been for Mao Tingsong...where are the others?"
Mao Tingsong fought against Zhaixing at this time, and the fight was particularly hard. I thought that the Tang Sect was good at hidden weapons but bad at melee combat, but Mao Tingsong finally avoided numerous hidden weapons and came to Zhaixing's side. Unexpectedly, Zhai Xing took out an iron fan from his arms and cut the iron wires inch by inch. He almost had his throat blocked by the fan.
"Boy, have you learned the wild way? Does the Tang Sect still have the trick of playing with fans?" Mao Tingsong avoided one fan and stepped aside. Two iron wires protruded from the cuffs, crisscrossed towards the stars. It was wrapped around him, tying Zhai Xing tightly.
"Learning too much leads to failure, boy, has no one ever told you this?" Mao Tingsong tightened the iron wire in his hand and looked at Reaching for the Stars with anticipation. He wanted to see the iron wire cut his skin and blood spurt out. picture.
"Creak, creak, creak."
Mao Tingsong was a little confused: "What's going on? The blood hasn't come out yet, but it's already strangled to the bone?"
"Compared to me, you are more like a wild kid." The figure of Zhaixing sounded behind Mao Tingsong. Mao Tingsong looked back, and at some point another Zhaixing appeared behind him, dressed in brocade clothes. Shake the iron fan gently.
"How come there are two...Who are you?" Mao Tingsong asked in shock.
Zhaixing rushed over in one stride, the iron fan in his hand like a steel knife, slashing at Mao Tingsong.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute..." The iron wires on Mao Tingsong's sleeves were still wrapped around the 'Zhaixing' in front of him. The iron wires not only tied up Zhaixing, but also controlled himself in disguise. Unable to break free for a moment, in desperation, he stretched out his right foot and kicked him backwards.
With a "crash" sound, Mao Tingsong's right leg was scratched from the thigh to the ankle by the iron fan. Such a long wound was bleeding profusely.
Mao Tingsong looked in front of him. The "Star Reacher" he was entangled in lowered his head, revealing the joints between his necks. It was actually a wooden puppet!
"No more playing!" Mao Tingsong took the initiative to break the iron wire in his hand, jumped up on one leg, and was about to escape.
Without chasing after him, he took out a few thin needles from his sleeves and threw them towards Mao Tingsong's back. The force was not strong and did not cause strong wind. In addition, Mao Tingsong was injured and ran for his life. He did not notice the movement behind him. Several thin needles were firmly inserted into his back. Seeing this, Zhaixing shook his fan slightly with satisfaction, turned around and left, joining the chaotic battle between Qingtian and others.
Mao Tingsong hurried on one leg, and his speed was not slow. He actually ran for more than ten miles and met Ge Cifeng who was leading an army.
"How's the situation?" Ge Cifeng looked at Mao Tingsong, and his first sentence was to ask about the war on the front line. However, seeing Mao Tingsong lame on one leg and bleeding profusely, his heart sank.
"Their remnants of the defeated generals can't even be taken down by the Qilin Bow? Didn't they say that we should take down Zhou Ziru first and then the enemy army will be defeated?" Ge Cifeng asked with a frown.
Mao Tingsong breathed a sigh of relief: "His Royal Highness, you don't know... the other party is so powerful. That Chen Congwei is really unstoppable... If I hadn't taken action just now, even Zhou Linglong would have died, hahahaha."
"Chen Congwei is here!? How many are here?" Ge Cifeng was anxious. In the capital, Chen Congwei had brought him several threats. If Zhao Yizhi hadn't turned a blind eye in the end, If he takes a horse, he will never be able to leave the capital.
"How many more are here? Hahahaha... ten of them are here... all here. Fortunately, the unicorn bows were sent this time. If it were just the three of them... hahaha, they would all die!" Mao Tingsong He said with a smile.
Ge Cifeng was a little angry: "Just talk, why are you laughing! Are you happy that you lost the battle?"
"Hahahahaha, I don't want to laugh either, but I don't know... Hahahaha... Why, I just want to laugh and I can't stop... Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" Mao Tingsong's grin grew wider and wider. After a while, Mao Tingsong had already He laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist, so he simply lay on the ground and rolled around with laughter.
Ge Cifeng also noticed something was wrong at this time and ordered his left and right, "Hel him up and see what's going on."
"His Royal Highness... Hahahaha, I should have been hit...by a move..." Mao Tingsong couldn't catch his breath, tilted his head and died.
He walked forward and confirmed that he was dead. He was so frightened that he quickly took two steps back. I don’t know if Mao Tingsong was poisoned or had internal injuries. Anyway, it’s better to stay away.
Ge Cifeng looked at Mao Tingsong's body and his face fell: "That's enough, stop pretending, get up quickly, we still have things to do!"
The corpse didn't respond.
Ge Cifeng was a little panicked, so he got off his horse, pulled out the sword from his waist, and walked towards Mao Tingsong's body.
"Your Highness, be careful..." The guards on the left and right stopped Ge Cifeng, preventing him from getting close.
"Get out of the way!" Ge Cifeng broke away from the guards on the left and right, walked to Mao Tingsong's side, pointed the long sword at his throat: "The achievement of supremacy is imminent, I don't have time to make trouble with you, get up quickly!"
Mao Tingsong remained motionless.
"I'm telling you to get up! Get up!" Ge Cifeng raised his sword and struck, slashing several times on Mao Tingsong's body, and blood slowly flowed out.
Seeing that Ge Cifeng was so out of character, the guards on the left and right hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Ge Cifeng: "Your Highness, there are many people here. Don't do this, it will chill the hearts of the soldiers!"
"Get up...get up..." The sword in Ge Cifeng's hand was taken away by the guards, and he fell limply to the ground. He looked at Mao Tingsong's body and shouted weakly.
The two had shared weal and woe since the beginning of the capital. If it hadn't been for Mao Tingsong, Ge Cifeng would never have been able to return to Chuxiang alive. In the past, the palace of Prince Chu Xiang was grand and full of masters. Ge Cifeng didn't take Mao Tingsong seriously at all. It wasn't until he escorted Ge Cifeng all the way back to the Chuxiang camp that Ge Cifeng looked at this humble guy.
He is there when I am hungry, I am there when I am thirsty, and I am there when I am tired. Even for such a major event as the assassination of King Xiang of Chu, Ge Cifeng revealed a little bit about his intentions, and Mao Tingsong didn't say anything, just picked up his bags and hit the road...
"Until now, I have no handle on you, and I don't know what you want... Get up, tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you... I still have a lot of things to do. You have to help me kill Yi Xiaodao, kill Little emperor, kill Zhou Ziru... I want to marry He Yuer, and I need your help..." Ge Cifeng rambled on as if no one else was watching.
Both sides became anxious, and immediately turned around and ordered: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has an order, please step back ten feet. Without an order, you are not allowed to move rashly!"
Chu Xiangjun silently retreated ten feet, listening to everything that should be heard and not seeing, and seeing everything that should not be seen.
A dead soldier died, and His Royal Highness sat beside the dead soldier, feeling very sad, that's all.
Ge Cifeng sat next to Mao Tingsong's body for a long time.
At dawn, a rising sun slowly rose, and the morning sun shone on Mao Tingsong's body. Ge Cifeng saw it clearly and confirmed beyond a doubt that he was indeed dead.
"Come, it's buried." Ge Cifeng got up from the ground, and the burning sensation brought by the sun made him regain some sense.
The guards on the left and right called a group of soldiers, raised Mao Tingsong, and were about to ask where he was buried. Looking at Ge Cifeng's face, he didn't dare to ask any more questions and quickly lifted it down.
"Get on the horse and continue chasing." Ge Cifeng looked stern and spoke concisely. He returned to his horse, jumped on the horse, pulled the reins and rushed forward along the official road.
The iron gun swept across the sea and forced two dead soldiers back. One of the dead soldiers was unable to dodge and was hit by the iron gun and fell several feet away. The three dead soldiers had just been forced to retreat, and another dead soldier rushed up from behind. Although he dodged in time, his hands were damaged after all.
Jia Hai looked around and saw that the other Chen Congwei were more or less injured.
"Everyone retreat, Zangyun!" Jiahai shouted.
As soon as Jiahai finished speaking, Chen Congwei stopped entangled and left the battle group one after another, leaving behind their opponents and evacuating to the east together.
"Want to leave?"
"Stop them!"
"Don't let them get away!"
Just as the dead soldiers were about to follow, Zangyun somersaulted onto the official road, blocking the path of the Qilin Gong soldiers.
"Jiahai!" Zangyun put the sword back into its sheath, but did not let go of the hilt. He held the sheath with one hand and the handle with the other, blocking the official road.
Jia Hai danced his spear with both hands, sweeping randomly along the way, and danced out a way out of the dead soldiers with Qilin Bow. Of course, he received several more wounds on his body.
"Let's get started." Jia Hai had countless wounds on his body, but fortunately they were all superficial wounds, which looked scary but were actually not dangerous.
"Snow falls on Qianshan Mountains!" With a loud shout, Zangyun's long sword was unsheathed, and the man disappeared from the spot.
"ah!"
"what happened!"
"Run!"
The dead soldiers were all good and bad, and some of the dead soldiers were at a high level. As soon as Zangyun made his move, they fled the place. More dead soldiers were not so lucky, and fell to Zangyun's sword before they realized what was going on.
Tao Fuyi flew into the battlefield again, mobilized his internal strength, and threw several dead soldiers in succession. Although Chang Yansheng was old, his eyesight was not bad. At least he saw Zang Yun's figure walking back and forth. He also raised his sword and entered the battlefield, hoping to stop Zang Yun.
"Dang!" Zang Yun's figure passed by and struck with a sword. Chang Yansheng blocked it, and the momentum forced him to take several steps back. Chang Yansheng was about to entangle Zang Yun, but Zang Yun had disappeared.
"Behind!" Zhou Linglong reminded loudly, Chang Yansheng carried his sword behind him and blocked Zangyun's second sword. The momentum of this sword was still huge, causing Chang Yansheng to stagger forward a few steps.
Zangyun didn't mean to look for Chang Yansheng, but the speed was too fast, and Zangyun didn't know what he hit. Just like this, after several consecutive blows, Chang Yansheng gradually became a little bit too much.
"Let's go!" Tao Fuyi dodged to Chang Yansheng, grabbed Chang Yansheng and threw him towards Zhou Linglong.
"Pfft." In just this moment, Tao Fuyi was struck with a sword on his waist. This sword made Tao Fuyi break into a cold sweat and he jumped out of the battle group in a hurry.
Jiahai looked back at the people of Chen Congwei who were walking away, and shouted loudly: "Zangyun, let's go!"
Zangyun appeared in front of Jiahai, and the strong wind almost ruffled Jiahai's hair.
"Okay, let's go quickly." Jiahai looked at Zangyun's dazed look and knew that he was out of strength again. Without saying a word, he picked up Zangyun and ran away.
