Zhao Mingtang looked to his side and saw a bloody figure standing with a stick. Sure enough, it was Mo Xiutong who saved his life.
"Uncle Mo, are you okay?" Jiang Huaihua asked anxiously after seeing Mo Xiutong's miserable appearance. Now that the situation was urgent, she temporarily buried her grief for her mother's death in her heart.
Mo Xiu Tong is also an elder who has watched her grow up. This master of martial arts who has been in Jiang Mansion for more than ten years has taken great care of Huai Hua. Jiang Huai Hua has always treated him as his uncle. His mother died and his uncle was injured like this. With this look, Jiang Huaihua wanted to tear these new Korean troops into pieces.
"Huai Hua, Madam's death is Mo's responsibility. Even if I risk my life today, I will send you out!" Mo Xiutong said firmly with a sad face. He had already seen the dead Huai Xi'er, which made him I was in great pain and blamed myself endlessly.
Hearing this, Jiang Huaihua shook his head sadly and said, "Uncle Mo, it's not your fault. You have tried your best..."
Mo Xiutong endured the severe pain in his body and rushed into the crowd of soldiers from the Lion's Roar Camp with a long stick in his hand. Upon seeing this, Zhao Mingtang also pulled Jiang Huaihua to greet them.
The two Jingjin masters cooperated with each other and the effect was obvious. The new Korean army that poured into Jiang Huai Hua's boudoir was beaten out. Everyone returned to the yard again. The moment they walked out of the door, Jiang Huai Hua looked back and stared at his mother's body with a look of dismay on his face. Abandon.
She never wanted her mother's body to fall into the hands of the enemy, but the situation forced her to not care anymore. She was already a drag, and bringing another body would undoubtedly kill Zhao Mingtang.
Seeing that the soldiers were fighting hard, the New Han troops who controlled the servants and maids became ruthless and killed all the trembling poor people. They also rushed towards Zhao Mingtang and others.
After a melee, although Mo Xiutong and Zhao Mingtang were powerful and had a tacit understanding of cooperation, they both suffered a lot of damage from sharp blades because they had to protect Jiang Huaihua, especially Mo Xiutong, who had already suffered a lot. Seriously injured, he was almost at the end of his strength at this time.
However, the Xinhan Army also suffered heavy losses. There were only about 20 soldiers of the Lion's Roar Battalion from the dozens left, and the courtyard was filled with the corpses of Xinhan Rao.
A dazzling fire shot up in the courtyard, which was particularly dazzling in the dark night. It was the Lion's Roar Camp's signal for help.
"Sorry, the Xinhan people are asking for help! Their reinforcements are likely to arrive soon. Mingtang, please take Huai Hua away quickly, and I will stop them!" Mo Xiutong's face changed and he said anxiously.
"Uncle Mo, let's go together!" "Uncle Mo, you and I will break out together!" Jiang Huaihua and Zhao Mingtang said almost at the same time.
Mo Xiutong smiled miserably and said, "You two, stop talking nonsense. If we walk together, neither of us will be able to leave."
"Hurry up!" He looked at the hanging flower door and shouted, and ten more people rushed in from the front yard. They were obviously the new Korean troops who had been guarding the door of the house.
The situation was critical, and Mo Xiutong suddenly burst out with amazing momentum and drove back the besieging Lion Roar Battalion soldiers. Zhao Mingtang, with a face as deep as water, pulled Jiang Huaihua and rushed toward the door through which he entered.
When Mo Xiutong saw that the two of them had arrived in front of the door, he quickly walked towards the door and stood in front of the new Korean troops who were chasing Zhao Mingtang Errao.
"Uncle Mo, take care!" When Zhao Mingtang left, he looked back at Mo Xiutong who was fighting bloody battles and shouted loudly, his tone full of sadness and respect.
Jiang Huaihua's eyes were filled with tears. Both of them knew what the consequences would be if Mo Xiu Tong stayed. After calming down, she wiped away her tears with her sleeves and her eyes became determined. She could not let this respectable elder go to waste. Sacrifice, escape and survive can be worthy of Mo Xiutong's sacrifice.
At this time, there was no trace of the enemy outside the door, and the two of them escaped successfully.
Mo Xiutong blocked the door and danced with his long stick, blocking the waves of offensives from the New South Korean Army. As time went by, the strength in his hands became much weaker. He was already at the end of his strength and almost exhausted all the strength in his body. .
Finally, Mo Xiutong no longer had the strength to block the attack of the new Korean army, and those cold blades pierced into his body. The ranger who was willing to become a guardian in order to repay his kindness was only one step away from death.
Suddenly, a figure landed in front of Mo Xiutu, and the powerful sword energy slashed towards the New Han Army. More than ten soldiers of the Lion's Roar Battalion standing at the front were killed with one blow.
Mo Xiutong was still alive at this time, but his condition was extremely bad. He raised his head and looked at the figure in front of him. It was a man wearing the armor of the Beidou City Guards General. The armor on his body was already scarred, and the cloak behind him was Only half of it is left and it is very broken, and the original red color is also a little burnt.
"General, you are finally back..." Mo Xiutong stared at the man in front of him and spoke weakly.
"Xiu Tong, where are they?" Jiang Ling's tone was full of worry. He didn't need Mo Xiu Tong to know who they were referring to.
After more than ten robes were killed in an instant, even the elite soldiers of the Lion's Roar Battalion did not dare to attack rashly. They faced Jiang Ling with their weapons in hand and did not rush forward immediately.
Jiang Ling had no worries, and without waiting for Mo Xiutong's answer, he rushed toward the enemy with a long sword in his hand. The sharp sword energy easily penetrated the armor of the soldiers. Where were the remaining twenty or so Lion Roar Camp soldiers present? The opponent of a powerful master was quickly slaughtered.
When Jiang Ling returned to Mo Xiutong again, Mo Xiutong collapsed on the ground, already on his deathbed.
"General, you've made a breakthrough? That's great." Mo Xiutong forced himself to smile, paused for a moment, and his tone became sad: "But you came back late after all. Madam has already..."
When Jiang Ling heard this, his expression was painful and his body trembled slightly.
After a while, Jiang Ling seemed to have made some kind of decision, and his mood calmed down a lot. He spoke again: "Where is Hua'er?"
Mo Xiutong's face was as pale as paper at this moment, without a trace of blood. He struggled to speak: "Huai... Hua was... rescued by... Mingtang..." Before he could finish his words, his eyes suddenly widened and he gasped for breath, and soon he was gone. There was movement.
Jiang Ling stepped forward and knelt down, closed Mo Xiu Tong's wide eyes with his hands, and said to Mo Xiu Tong's body: "Xu Tong, it is my duty to kill the bandits. You don't owe me anything. Just For this little kindness, you protected my Jiang Mansion for more than ten years and even lost your life for it. I, Jiang Ling, owe it to you."
He stood up and said to himself: "Where can the two of them escape in Beidou City now? Huai Hua, my father can't help you anymore. I hope Mingtang can take good care of you."
Jiang Ling searched for a while and found Huai Xi'er's body in Jiang Huai's painting boudoir. Regardless of the blood, he picked up the body and returned to the room that originally belonged to the two of them.
Jiang Ling gently placed Huai Xi'er's body on the bed. He found a wet cotton cloth and wiped Huai Xi'er's face clean, and then covered her with a quilt. Besides her face, Huai Xi'er looked ashen. It's like falling asleep.
Jiang Ling bent down and kissed Huai Xier's cold lips gently, and said softly: "Xier, go to sleep, my husband will be with you soon!"
After doing this, Jiang Ling turned around and left, sitting down on the steps in front of the door. He leaned his sword on the ground, looked at the unusually quiet yard that was now full of dead bodies, and said to himself: "Look at the time, they should be arriving soon."
Sure enough, soon there was movement outside, and hundreds of new Korean troops rushed into the backyard of Jiang Mansion. A figure leaped down from the top of the wall and hit the ground heavily. It was none other than Seiwa Grandmaster Yamakumaru.
The New South Korean army quickly surrounded Jiangling, and everyone was ready to take action at any time.
"To be able to find this general after being lost for so long, you must have used some kind of tracking method on me." Jiang Ling said calmly, without any sign of panic.
Sankumaru sneered: "I chased you all the way and let you escape again. Where are the guys under you? Why are you the only one?" He was not in a hurry to take action, looking like he had a chance to win.
"Several friends have escorted me back to my home, so they left naturally. I guess you can't find them now." Jiang Ling showed a gentle smile, as if he was chatting with friends.
Sankumaru's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he said proudly: "I have my own means to find them all. None of them can leave alive!"
"Hahaha." Jiang Ling burst out laughing, and Sankumaru's eyes were cold and he said angrily: "Why are you laughing!"
"This should be your so-called tracking method." Jiang Ling stopped laughing and pointed to a deep blood mark on his arm.
Upon seeing this, a hint of surprise flashed through Sankumaru's eyes. He did not answer and remained silent, just staring at Jiang Ling with cold eyes.
"Among these people, except for me, there is only one person who was killed by you. Now he has been separated from everyone. Even if you chase him, you will only kill one more person."
"How did you know!" Sankumaru said with a somewhat nervous expression. Apparently Jiang Ling's guess was correct.
Jiang Ling suddenly stood up and patted the dirt on his body. His actions immediately caused panic among the surrounding New Korean troops, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"When I was young, I was quite interested in the soul, and I did some research on it, but I didn't come up with anything. Later, I got busy with various things and put it aside. But I didn't learn anything at all. From then on, I was busy with various things. From that moment on, I will be able to sense the power of the soul."
"I noticed that your strange black flames contained rich soul power, which was definitely not comparable to the power of one or two souls. Later, my arm was injured by you, and I was injured on the wound. I also sensed weak fluctuations in soul power."
"Plus, no matter how you get rid of it, you can find this general, so it's not difficult to guess where the problem lies."
"Bah bang bang..." A burst of applause came, and Sanjiumaru said with a smile: "It's wonderful, it's really wonderful, but so what if you guessed it, you still can't escape death!" Later, his eyes became cold and his tone became cruel. Be fierce.
"Death? It was really scary before, but now, no matter if I die, the most important thing in my Jiangling life is this family and my five thousand sons. Thanks to you, the Beidou City Guards will be wiped out. I My family members all died in your hands, and now I really want to reunite with them as soon as possible."
Jiang Ling's tone was still calm, and his expression did not show any excitement, but everyone present, including Sankumaru, felt a chill.
The sentence "There is no greater sorrow than death of the heart" can probably express Jiang Ling's state of mind at this time. Even so, his words are not completely true. In order to mislead Sankumaru, he deliberately killed his whole family and concealed Jiang Huai's paintings. The two escaped.
Jiang Ling's tone became increasingly cold as he said, "Before that, I have to do something, and that is to bury you with me!" As soon as he finished speaking, his sword unsheathed and flew into his hand from the ground.
Jiang Ling took a few steps forward and rushed into the crowd of New Korean troops. His sword energy was fierce and he started a bloody killing of the New Korean soldiers. Those New Korean soldiers resisted desperately, but there was still a lot of gap when facing the strong masters. The New Koreans suffered heavy casualties.
"I want to see if you have this ability." Sankumaru's cold voice came, and at the same time, Bai Zangqian also stabbed Jiangling.
Jiangling blocked Bai Zang with his sword, and the two fought fiercely, and the battle of the masters began again.
